OBS Chapter 1397 The Ancestor of Extreme Yin?
Chapter 1397 The Ancestor of Extreme Yin?
Chapter 1397 The Ancestor of Extreme Yin?
Three years later, in Tianxing City, on the thirty-first floor of the Holy Mountain, in Qin Hao's cave.
Inside the quiet room, the dense spiritual energy was almost tangible, flowing slowly. Qin Hao sat cross-legged on the jade couch, his aura as deep and unfathomable as the ocean, his early Nascent Soul cultivation already as solid as a mountain. He held a faintly shimmering, pale purple communication talisman in his hand, probing it with his divine sense. After a moment, a mysterious smile slowly appeared on his lips.
"The Myriad Sounds Sect... Zi Ling... certainly knows how to pick her timing." Qin Hao muttered to himself, a wisp of spiritual light flashing at his fingertips, the transmission talisman turning into starlight and dissipating.
After a moment's thought, Qin Hao stood up, and the heavy stone door slid open silently.
"Senior." Yuan Yao and the other two women quickly bowed and greeted her.
Qin Hao waved his hand: "Since we have nothing to do today, let's go for a stroll in Tianxing City together."
Yanli was overjoyed. She was not the type of person who could settle down and cultivate diligently. In recent years, Qin Hao had not been in Tianxing City. In order to avoid encountering the incident with the young master of Qingyang Sect again, she had hardly left the house and was already bored to death.
Yuan Yao obediently followed behind Qin Hao. After forming her core, her temperament had become much calmer.
……
Tianxing City, inner city, bustling streets.
Stepping into the inner city, one is immediately struck by its hustle and bustle. The wide streets are paved with some kind of blue jade, as smooth as a mirror, and are lined with pavilions on both sides, with flying eaves and brackets, exuding a vibrant energy.
Cultivators of all kinds moved about, some hurrying along, others strolling leisurely. The air was filled with the fragrance of elixirs, the exotic aroma of spiritual materials, and the smoky scent of delicious food.
"Wow! It's so lively! Junior sister, look at that!" Yanli, like a bird released from its cage, tugged at Yuan Yao's sleeve and pointed to a shop in the distance filled with dazzling robes, her eyes sparkling.
Yuan Yao smiled helplessly and gently pulled her back: "Slow down, don't offend your senior."
Qin Hao stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent: "You can go and explore on your own, there's no need to follow me. Meet at 'Yunlai Residence' before sunset."
"Thank you, senior!" Yanli was overjoyed upon hearing this and pulled Yuan Yao along as they ran towards the robe shop, their cheerful laughter echoing all the way.
Yuan Yao was pulled along, and she looked back at Qin Hao with a questioning look and a hint of dependence in her eyes.
Qin Hao nodded slightly: "Go ahead, it's fine."
Watching the two women disappear into the crowd, Qin Hao turned around and came to a classically elegant pavilion.
The building is five stories high, with several strings of wind chimes hanging under its eaves. When a gentle breeze blows, they emit a crisp and melodious "ding-dong" sound, like heavenly music. Above the door hangs an antique-style plaque that reads "Miaoyin Fang" (妙音坊).
The Qi Refining stage female cultivator standing at the door clearly recognized this senior who had a close relationship with her sect leader and Madam Jiao. She dared not be negligent in the slightest and quickly bowed, her voice filled with reverence: "Greetings, Senior Zhang! The sect leader has been waiting for you on the top floor for quite some time."
Qin Hao grunted in response and walked in.
The interior of Miaoyinfang is elegantly decorated, with the fragrance of sandalwood wafting through the air. The first floor is a reception hall, where various musical instruments, sheet music, and some low-level talismans and magical artifacts are displayed. There are dedicated maids to serve cultivators who come to make purchases.
Without glancing to the side, Qin Hao directly stepped onto the internal teleportation array. With a flash of white light, his figure disappeared.
The secret room on the top floor of Miaoyinfang.
The atmosphere here is completely different from downstairs; the entire secret room is decorated in a mysterious and luxurious purple hue. A deep purple velvet carpet covers the floor, making no sound underfoot. Several ancient landscape paintings with profound artistic conception hang on the walls, and from a sandalwood incense burner in the corner, a wisp of pale purple smoke rises, emitting a unique fragrance that is both refreshing and alluring—the Miaoyin Sect's distinctive "Mind-Concentrating Sandalwood Incense," which helps to calm the mind and is quite valuable.
The Purple Fairy stood alone in the center of the secret chamber. She was still dressed in a light purple palace gown, her figure slender and graceful. Although her face was mostly covered by a purple veil as thin as a cicada's wing, the exposed eyebrows and eyes were exquisitely beautiful, and her every glance exuded a captivating charm.
However, at this moment, her beautiful eyes were filled with tension and trepidation, and her fair hands unconsciously clenched together inside her wide sleeves.
A flash of white light appeared, and Qin Hao's figure appeared in the secret room.
"Senior!" Zi Ling quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply, adopting an extremely humble posture.
Qin Hao glanced around, his gaze finally settling on Zi Ling. Although his powerful Nascent Soul stage divine sense was restrained, the invisible pressure still made Zi Ling's breath catch in her throat slightly. He walked to the main seat and sat down in the rosewood chair, his posture casual yet exuding an undeniable authority.
"Get up," Qin Hao said calmly.
Zi Ling straightened up, but dared not sit down. She stood respectfully a few steps away from Qin Hao with her hands clasped and her head slightly bowed.
"What business do you have with me?" Qin Hao asked bluntly.
Zi Ling took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions. She took out a jade box that she had prepared beforehand from her storage bag and presented it with both hands: "I am deeply grateful to Senior for not disdaining me and allowing me to serve as a guest elder of our sect. This is some material treasured in the sect's storeroom. I hope you will accept it with a smile."
Qin Hao didn't take the jade box. He scanned the storage bag with his divine sense, easily detecting the contents. It was indeed top-grade material for drawing intermediate and even advanced talismans, incredibly valuable. A slight smile played on his lips, his gaze, radiating an all-knowing power, fixed on Zi Ling.
"No reward without merit." Qin Hao's voice carried a hint of amusement: "Fairy Ziling is being so generous today, could it be... that you have something to ask of me?"
Zi Ling's delicate body trembled slightly, and she gently bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth beneath her veil.
"Senior, you are wise! I, Zi Ling, humbly beg you to avenge my mother's death! If you help the Miaoyin Sect eliminate those villains and recover the stolen goods, the entire Miaoyin Sect will serve you as our master! I, Zi Ling, am willing to be your slave and servant, at your beck and call!"
Her voice trembled slightly, yet remained exceptionally firm; each word seemed to be uttered with all her might.
Qin Hao sized up the woman before him, renowned for her beauty and wisdom that stirred the cosmos, his playful smile deepening. He leaned forward slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through the veil, his tone carrying a hint of ambiguous inquiry: "Oh? You'll serve me as your master? You'll do whatever you want?"
Zi Ling's cheeks flushed crimson instantly, the blush spreading to her ears. She felt Qin Hao's gaze was tangible, intensely aggressive. Ultimately, hatred and responsibility overwhelmed her shyness, and she forced herself to meet Qin Hao's oppressive gaze. Her voice, tinged with a barely perceptible sob, was exceptionally clear:
“Yes! Zi Ling… I swear in the name of my deceased mother, as long as you, senior…”
However, before she could finish speaking, Qin Hao interrupted her with a cold snort.
"Humph!"
The playful smile on Qin Hao's face vanished abruptly, replaced by the chilling coldness and majesty of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
"You've got a good plan!" Qin Hao's voice carried a hint of sarcasm. "With your mere late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation, you have no power to control the Myriad Sounds Sect. The Myriad Sounds Sect is currently beset by internal and external troubles, surrounded by powerful enemies. You think you can use some measly talisman-making materials to bind me firmly to your sect and shield me from the storm? Fairy Ziling, don't you think that's incredibly naive? Do you think I'm a three-year-old child, easily bullied?"
The cold words struck Zi Ling's heart like a heavy hammer. Her face turned deathly pale instantly, and she swayed, almost unable to stand.
"Senior! Zi Ling wouldn't dare! Zi Ling had absolutely no intention of deceiving you!" She hurriedly explained, "Zi Ling does have selfish motives, wanting to use your strength to revitalize the Miao Yin Sect, but my desire to avenge my mother is as clear as day! Senior..."
In a moment of urgency, she flipped her hand, and a palm-sized token, dark blue in color and covered with mysterious natural wood grain, appeared in her palm. The token had an ancient design, faintly exuding a vast and profound aura, with a miniature dragon scale seemingly inlaid in its center, shimmering with a ghostly light.
"This is the treasure of the Miaoyin Sect—the Wooden Dragon Token!" Zi Ling held the token high above her head with both hands, offering it to Qin Hao as if as a sacrifice, her voice filled with a desperate resolve: "The one who holds this token is the leader of the Miaoyin Sect! Zi Ling... is willing to offer this token to you, senior! I only ask that you... help me!"
She bowed her head deeply, awaiting the final judgment. Offering up the sect leader's token meant she had completely relinquished control of the Miaoyin Sect, placing the fate of the entire sect on the shoulders of the man before her.
Qin Hao's gaze fell upon the wooden dragon token, and his expression finally shifted. An invisible force surged forth, and the dark cyan wooden dragon token automatically flew into his palm. It felt slightly heavy in his hand, with a warm and smooth texture like jade, yet also possessing the resilience of wood. He carefully examined the mysterious wood grain on the token and the peculiar dragon scale in the center, his powerful divine sense probing deep within it.
"Om..."
The token seemed to sense the powerful divine sense probing, emitting a deep hum. The wood grain on its surface flowed, and a vibrant energy wave faintly emanated from it, carrying a hint of ancient dragon might.
"Interesting." A glint flashed in Qin Hao's eyes as he understood. This wooden dragon token was indeed more than just a simple symbol of status. It was actually an extremely rare ancient treasure combining offense and defense!
What's most remarkable is that its activation doesn't seem to require high cultivation levels; one doesn't need to reach the Core Formation stage, and even a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator can barely unleash some of its power. No wonder, in the original timeline, Zi Ling was able to escape from Wu Chou, who had been possessed by Ji Yin, using this item! It truly is a valuable item.
After investigating, Qin Hao's cold expression softened slightly. He weighed the wooden dragon token in his hand and looked at Zi Ling, who was still in the posture of presenting the treasure, her body trembling slightly.
"I'll keep this wooden dragon token for you for now." Qin Hao's voice returned to its usual calm tone, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority. "As for the position of sect leader of the Miaoyin Sect... you should continue to hold that position. I don't have the time or inclination to deal with these trivial sect affairs."
What a twist!
A tremendous surprise overwhelmed Zi Ling, making her almost think she had misheard.
"Senior! You...you mean..."
Qin Hao nodded slightly: "Tell me, how do you want me to avenge your mother? Who is the target? Where is she located?"
Zi Ling quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, took a few deep breaths to calm her agitated emotions, and swiftly explained the whole story:
"Reporting to Senior, about a year and a half ago, the Miaoyin Sect received a highly confidential order. The client requested that a batch of extremely precious and sensitive refining materials and spiritual herbs be transported to 'Black Stone Island'. The reward was extremely high, but absolute secrecy was required, and the sect leader was specifically requested to personally escort the shipment to show its importance. To show our sincerity and to ensure that nothing went wrong, my mother personally led two elders in the early stage of Core Formation and several Foundation Establishment experts to secretly escort the shipment."
"However, when the fleet reached a certain sea area, it was suddenly ambushed by a group of masked experts! The enemy came prepared and was very powerful, with five or six Core Formation cultivators showing themselves! One of them was even suspected to be in the late Core Formation stage! Two elders of the sect fought desperately, but they were still outnumbered and died on the spot... My mother... in order to cover a trusted elder's escape with a token to send a message, also... tragically perished..."
"Later, Elder Zhao, who survived, brought back his mother's keepsake and a few clues left behind by the other party. Our Miaoyin Sect spent a huge amount of money, used all our connections and secret methods, and after more than a year of relentless investigation, we finally located the hiding place of that group of thieves—on a remote island called 'Hidden Fiend Island' near the edge of the Outer Star Sea! It seems that the group of people established a small force called 'Hidden Fiend Sect' there."
“We have sent people to secretly investigate several times and confirmed that there are at least four Core Formation cultivators stationed on the island, and the leader is none other than that late Core Formation expert from that day! With the Myriad Sounds Sect having lost most of its experts, it is simply powerless to attack. Zi Ling had no choice but to search for strong reinforcements everywhere... Fortunately, Senior has shown mercy!” Zi Ling bowed deeply again.
Qin Hao listened quietly, shaking his head inwardly. This girl was indeed still being kept in the dark, a pawn in the hands of the Extreme Yin Ancestor without realizing it. The so-called "Hidden Fiend Sect" wasn't a force established by bandits at all, but rather a hideout built by one of the Extreme Yin Ancestor's former disciples who had defected years ago—Hidden Fiend. That disciple had stolen a precious fragment of the Void Heaven Palace map while the Extreme Yin Ancestor was in seclusion and had been hiding for many years. Now that the Extreme Yin Ancestor had discovered his whereabouts, he secretly plotted to frame the Hidden Fiend Sect, making the Myriad Sound Sect the pawn to "stir up trouble" or even "cause a fight between two rivals." Regardless of the outcome, the Extreme Yin Ancestor could reap the benefits.
However, Qin Hao did not reveal the key point. Ji Yin's target was the fragmented map of the Void Heaven Palace, while his target was Ji Yin's "Heavenly Capital Corpse Fire"! This knife handed over by the Wonderful Sound Sect was just what he needed.
"I see." Qin Hao pretended to ponder: "Tell me in detail about the location of Hidden Fiend Island and the strength of the enemy that you have discovered."
Zi Ling quickly took out a jade slip and presented it: "All the information is recorded in this jade slip."
Qin Hao took the jade slip, scanned it with his divine sense, and put it away after confirming that it was correct.
"I agree to this matter," Qin Hao finally gave a clear answer.
Upon hearing this, Zi Ling felt a huge weight lifted from her heart and was overjoyed: "Thank you, Senior!"
"Do not alert them for now, and do not reveal that I have agreed to take action," Qin Hao instructed. "Your Miaoyin Sect shall proceed as usual, gather your forces according to the original plan, and prepare to attack 'Hidden Fiend Island'. At that time, I will have Yuan Yao accompany you as my concubine."
Yuan Yao is already a Core Formation cultivator. By following the Miaoyin Sect team, she can serve as Qin Hao's eyes and ears and his representative, as well as protect Zi Ling at crucial moments, while also preventing his presence from being exposed too early.
"When the crucial moment arrives, I will naturally appear." Qin Hao's voice carried an air of confidence that he was in control of everything.
At this moment, Zi Ling was completely convinced of Qin Hao's wisdom and was moved to tears: "Yes! Senior's consideration is thorough, Zi Ling is far from capable! I will go and make the arrangements immediately, and it will be kept absolutely secret!" She bowed and was about to leave the secret room to make the arrangements.
"and many more."
Just as she took a step, Qin Hao's deep voice came from behind her. Zi Ling's body suddenly stopped, as if bound by invisible ropes, and her heart jumped into her throat again.
She slowly turned around and saw that Qin Hao had silently walked up to her, the two of them almost touching. The powerful pressure and unique masculine aura of the Nascent Soul cultivator almost suffocated her.
Qin Hao reached out, his slender fingers slightly cool, and gently lifted her smooth, rounded chin.
Zi Ling tensed instantly, every inch of her skin trembling slightly, like the wings of a startled butterfly. She could clearly feel the temperature and strength of the other person's fingertips. Humiliation, fear, confusion... a mix of emotions swirled within her. She dared not resist, not even take a step back. Whether the other person was testing her loyalty or genuinely coveting her beauty, the most beautiful woman in the Chaotic Star Sea, she had no other choice. For revenge, for the sake of the Myriad Sounds Sect, she had long since disregarded everything else.
Qin Hao looked down at her, his eyes, brimming with tears and filled with the fear of a fawn, were so close behind her veil, revealing a heartbreaking mix of vulnerability and stubbornness.
"You just... seemed to have said that you would do whatever I wanted as long as I agreed, right?"
Zi Ling's body trembled even more violently. She closed her eyes tightly, her long eyelashes fluttering wildly, and a single tear uncontrollably slid down her cheek, soaking her thin veil. She resignedly awaited the arrival of her unknown fate.
However, the expected lightness did not arrive.
A faint "hissing" sound was heard.
"Ah..." Zi Ling cried out in surprise, instinctively covering her cheek.
The purple veil that had protected her face for so many years was casually pulled off by Qin Hao, as easily as plucking a flower petal, and peeled off her face.
Her flawless, jade-like face was completely exposed to the air and to Qin Hao's gaze.
Her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist, her eyes like autumn waters rippling across the surface, her nose was delicate and straight, and her lips were like a touch of vermilion. Every feature of her face was exquisitely perfect, and together they created a breathtaking beauty that could eclipse the stars. The tear stain on her cheek, still wet with dew, added to her poignant and tragic beauty.
Qin Hao's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, filled with scrutiny and a hint of barely perceptible...reminiscence. Indeed, there was a striking resemblance between her features and those of Xin Ruyin, the same stubborn, intelligent, and skilled in formations he remembered.
Immediately, the inexplicable emotion in Qin Hao's eyes dissipated, returning to the deep, still gaze of a deep well. He casually tossed the precious purple gauze to the ground, as if discarding a useless trinket.
"Go down." Qin Hao's voice was flat and emotionless, as if removing the veil was just a casual gesture.
Zi Ling felt as if she had been granted a pardon! The stark contrast left her mind blank; the feeling of surviving a calamity was overwhelming. She didn't even bother to pick up the veil from the ground, and almost staggered, she rushed out of the secret chamber as if a raging flood was behind her.
Outside the secret room, the cool air of the corridor made her take several deep breaths. Leaning against the cold wall, her heart was still pounding, and her cheeks were burning. Her hands trembled as she instinctively touched her smooth cheeks.
"Why...why..." Zi Ling's thoughts were in complete disarray. He removed her veil, revealing her true face, but then instantly lost interest? Did he think she wasn't pretty enough?
She stood there blankly for a long time, then shook her head vigorously, forcibly suppressing those chaotic thoughts. No matter what, her senior had agreed! That was the most important thing!
Zi Ling covered her face with her veil again, concealing her stunning beauty and seemingly hiding her earlier vulnerability and confusion. Her gaze returned to firmness and composure as she strode towards the council hall.
……
Half a month later, Zi Ling looked at the dark island in front of her and couldn't help but frown slightly. The island was too small and didn't look like the headquarters of a sect at all.
However, Madam Fan insisted, "The sect leader is here. That shipment had special markings, and the 'Golden Cicada Bees' tracked it here. The other two elders have also confirmed it..."
Zi Ling thought that since there was a Nascent Soul cultivator in charge, she wasn't afraid of any unexpected events, so she ordered an attack.
Suddenly, shouts of battle filled the air on the island.
Soon, most of the evil cultivators on the island were killed. Just then, an angry shout came from below the island: "Who are you? Why are you slaughtering my Hidden Fiend Sect disciples!"
The faces of the Core Formation cultivators from the Myriad Sounds Sect changed drastically: "This is bad, this person is in the late Core Formation stage!"
Yin Sha looked at his disciples, of whom less than one-tenth remained, and was filled with rage: "You all deserve to die!"
The two sides were locked in a fierce battle, but Zi Ling sensed something was wrong and quickly called for a stop. After a standoff, they finally discovered that the two elders in the sect had been bribed and were deliberately framing the Hidden Fiend Sect.
Just as Zi Ling was angrily rebuking the two, a masked figure floated down from a dark cloud.
"You are Wu Chou, the grandson of the Extreme Yin Ancestor!"
Wu Chou grinned maliciously: "It's rare that Fairy Zi Ling recognizes me. It seems that my name, Wu Chou, is quite well-known."
Zi Ling gritted her teeth: "So, you're the one who killed my mother?"
"That's right, it was me. Who told her to be so ignorant and refuse to offer her primordial spirit to the ancestor?"
"You deserve to die!" Zi Ling's eyes turned red with anger.
Wu Chou paid no attention to Zi Ling and turned to Yin Sha to "reminisce about the past." Yin Sha also exposed that Wu Chou had been possessed by the Extreme Yin Ancestor.
The ugly face blurred and distorted for a while, and soon turned into an ugly old man.
"As expected of one of my most valued disciples back then, he recognized my identity at a glance."
Subsequently, the two began to fight, and Zi Ling and her group were also besieged by traitors.
Just as the two traitorous elders were threatening Zi Ling to hand over the sect leader's token, the "Wooden Dragon Token," Zi Ling suddenly shouted at the empty sky, "Please, senior, lend Zi Ling a hand and cleanse the sect!"
Elders Zhao and Fu grinned maliciously: "You little bitch, you're still not giving up? So what if you've brought in help? Today, it's an avatar of the Extreme Yin Ancestor who's making a move. Do you think you can bring in a Nascent Soul cultivator?"
"Oh, are you two talking about me?"
A voice suddenly appeared above their heads, startling them. They looked up and were immediately horrified.
"You...you are the one who just advanced to the Nascent Soul stage on the thirty-first floor of the Holy Mountain..."
The morale of the members of the Miaoyin Sect was greatly boosted.
"The sect leader actually managed to get a Nascent Soul ancestor to take action without saying a word!"
"Haha, now we're saved! No matter how powerful the Yin Ancestor is, a mere clone is no match for Senior Zhang."
Seeing that things were going badly, Zhao and Fu immediately transformed into two streaks of light and fled in opposite directions.
However, Qin Hao merely snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand, two giant golden halberds formed in the air. The next second, the two halberds transformed into two beams of golden light almost simultaneously, attacking the two of them.
The two only had time to let out a scream before they were blasted through each other.
"Hiss~~~ Is this the power of a Nascent Soul Ancestor? He killed two Core Formation cultivators at the same time with a wave of his hand!"
"So terrifying! It turns out that Core Formation cultivators are so vulnerable in front of Nascent Soul cultivators?"
Yuan Yao was also shocked by this scene. Although she knew that Nascent Soul cultivators were much stronger than Core Formation cultivators, she did not have a clear understanding of exactly where the strength lay. It was only at this moment that she realized that Core Formation cultivators were like ants in front of Nascent Soul cultivators.
"One day, I too will achieve the Nascent Soul stage!"
An invisible flame ignited in Yuan Yao's heart.
On the other side, just as Qin Hao was killing Zhao and Fu, the Extreme Yin Ancestor had already subdued the Hidden Fiend Sect Master.
"You must be Fellow Daoist Zhang who recently condensed his Nascent Soul on the Holy Mountain? I am Ji Yin, and I pay my respects."
Qin Hao looked at the Extreme Yin Ancestor, who was leaning over Wu Chou, with a half-smile: "I have long heard of the Extreme Yin Ancestor's reputation, and seeing it today, I can see that it is indeed well-deserved."
Ji Yin laughed heartily: "These are mere tricks, nothing to brag about. Fellow Daoist's instantaneous Dao technique is also extraordinary. Given time, you will surely have a place in this Chaotic Star Sea."
Seeing Qin Hao and Ji Yin "having a pleasant conversation," Zi Ling couldn't help but worry. After all, Qin Hao didn't know he was going to deal with the Ji Yin Ancestor. What if he changed his mind...?
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, I have a favor to ask of you, and I hope you will grant it." Ji Yin squinted, but his gaze was already fixed on Zi Ling.
"This Fairy Ziling is a perfect match for my beloved grandson Wu Chou. I humbly request that Fellow Daoist Zhang grant me this favor..."
Upon hearing this, Zi Ling's expression changed drastically, and a deep sense of powerlessness welled up in her heart.
The surviving cultivators of the Myriad Sounds Sect all lowered their heads. In front of the two Nascent Soul cultivators, their life and death were merely a matter of a single thought for the other party, even though many of them were already Core Formation cultivators.
"Oh, what if I not only refuse to give you face, but also want to ask you for something?"
Ji Yin's expression changed slightly: "What does Fellow Daoist Zhang wish to ask for?"
"Of course, it'll be your head!"
After a brief, suffocating silence, came the maniacal laughter of the Extreme Yin Ancestor, as loud as the hooting of an owl:
"Hahaha--!!!"
The laughter was like a tangible demonic sound, assaulting everyone's eardrums and minds; those with weaker cultivation even experienced blurred vision.
"Hahaha~~~ Good! What an arrogant and ignorant junior!" The Extreme Yin Ancestor stopped laughing. His ugly old face was twisted and deformed with extreme anger. The terrifying pressure of the Nascent Soul stage surged and erupted like boiling magma, locking onto Qin Hao.
"You mere Nascent Soul cultivator who has just advanced and whose foundation is not yet stable dare to make such arrogant remarks in front of me! It seems that my years of seclusion and cultivation have made you ignorant and arrogant juniors forget the fearsome reputation I once had!"
In his deep-set eyes, eerie green flames flickered violently: "Junior! Don't think that just because I am not here in my true form, you can be so arrogant and presumptuous! There is a world of difference between Nascent Soul cultivators! Today, I will let you use your blood to warn the world the consequences of provoking me!"
Before he finished speaking, the withered and claw-like right hand of the Extreme Yin Ancestor suddenly rose up, his five fingers spread wide!
"Tsk-!"
In the palm of his hand, a ball of pitch-black flame suddenly rose up! The flame burned silently, emitting no heat whatsoever, but instead spreading an aura of chilling stillness that froze one's very soul!
At the heart of the flames, countless twisted and wailing faces of vengeful spirits could be vaguely seen struggling and rising, emanating a terrifying aura capable of corrupting all things!
This is the divine power that the Extreme Yin Ancestor cultivated over a hundred years of painstaking effort, slaughtering countless living beings and condensing endless corpse evil yin energy—the Heavenly Capital Corpse Fire!
This fire is extremely vicious. Once you are touched by it, it will become like a maggot clinging to your bone, not only burning your physical body but also eroding your soul. It is extremely difficult to extinguish!
"Youngster! To die under my Heavenly Capital Corpse Fire is a blessing you've accumulated over several lifetimes!" The Extreme Yin Ancestor sneered, his eyes flashing with cruel light.
"call out--!"
That fist-sized, jet-black fireball, like a death meteor from hell, was silent yet lightning-fast, instantly tearing through space and heading straight for Qin Hao's face! Wherever it passed, the air seemed to freeze and corrode, leaving a faint black trail!
However, faced with this terrifying corpse fire that would make even ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators pale, Qin Hao not only showed no intention of backing down, but his eyes flashed with a sharp light!
"Heavenly Capital Corpse Fire!" Qin Hao's lips curled into an uncontrollable smile of excitement: "This saves me the trouble of a century of painstaking work!"
That's right. From the very beginning, Qin Hao's goal was to seize the "Heavenly Capital Corpse Fire" of the Extreme Yin Ancestor. This thing is too difficult to cultivate. The Extreme Yin Ancestor had to cultivate it in seclusion for more than a hundred years before he was able to successfully cultivate it. Qin Hao did not want to spend so much time. It would be more cost-effective to just snatch it!
Just as the pitch-black corpse flames were about to engulf him, Qin Hao moved!
A flash of light appeared in his left hand, and an ancient, dark blue token instantly appeared in his palm—the very same wooden dragon token, the treasure of the Miaoyin Sect!
"hold head high--!!!"
With a high-pitched and majestic dragon roar that seemed to come from the ancient wilderness, Qin Hao poured his powerful magic into the wooden dragon tablet without hesitation!
On the token, the mysterious wood grain suddenly lit up with a dazzling azure light! The dragon scale at the center even burst forth with blinding light! A majestic, ancient aura, brimming with endless vitality, erupted!
The next moment, a huge azure dragon phantom, more than ten zhang long, suddenly soared into the sky from the wooden dragon tablet! This azure dragon was not a physical entity, but it was lifelike, with gleaming scales and armor, and eyes like lightning. It was surrounded by a rich azure energy of Yi wood, exuding a righteous aura that could suppress all evil and filth!
"Go!" Qin Hao shouted in a low voice, urging his divine sense to proceed.
The azure dragon phantom let out a deafening roar, its enormous mouth suddenly opening wide, and a powerful suction force instantly locked onto the ball of pitch-black corpse fire! It wasn't devouring, but rather using its own vast and pure Yi Wood primordial power to forcibly envelop this extremely yin and evil corpse fire!
"Chichichichi——!"
The pitch-black corpse fire and the azure wood energy collided and eroded each other violently, producing a piercing corrosive sound! The azure light around the azure dragon phantom flickered, and its massive body trembled slightly, clearly bearing immense pressure.
Meanwhile, the Heavenly Corpse Fire was trapped in the blue light cluster in front of the dragon's mouth and could not break free for a time!
Of course, Qin Hao also knew that the Wooden Dragon Token alone could not suppress the Heavenly Capital Corpse Fire, so he had to finish the battle quickly.
Think about this.
A fierce glint flashed in Qin Hao's eyes, and his right hand, which had been gathering power for a long time, suddenly joined his fingers like a sword and slashed fiercely in mid-air at the ugly body possessed by the Extreme Yin Ancestor!
"Golden Sky Slash!!!"
In an instant, the golden spiritual energy between heaven and earth surged wildly! From Qin Hao's body, an extremely pure golden liquid shot out from his mouth!
A beam of purple-gold light instantly took shape and headed straight for the brow of the Yin Ancestor.
"not good!"
The Yin Ancestor was, after all, a renowned old demon with years of experience, his combat prowess immense. The moment the golden light took shape, a deadly sense of crisis washed over him like ice water, sending shivers down his spine! He disregarded controlling the Heavenly Capital Corpse Fire and instinctively poured all the magical power possessing Wu Chou's body into his protective Yin energy!
"Buzz!"
A thick, condensed, and solid shield of Yin energy, covered with eerie ghost faces, instantly appeared on Wu Chou's body, emitting a powerful defensive wave!
However, when faced with that extremely refined "Golden Sky Slash", this hastily formed shield appeared so fragile!
"laugh--!"
A soft, yet teeth-grinding tearing sound rang out!
That purplish-gold light, like a red-hot iron cutting into butter, pierced through the seemingly solid black ghost face shield without any hindrance!
The Golden Sky Slash continued its momentum, instantly piercing into the center of Wu Chou's brow!
"Ugh—!"
A bloodcurdling scream, so shrill it was inhuman, escaped from Wu Chou's mouth! It wasn't the voice of the Extreme Yin Ancestor, but rather the instinctive wail of Wu Chou as his physical body and soul were instantly and severely damaged and annihilated!
The terrifying power of the Golden Sky Slash not only pierced through the protective shield, but also erupted violently within Wu Chou's sea of consciousness! Although it failed to directly kill the Nascent Soul of the Extreme Yin Ancestor, Wu Chou's physical body, which was already exhausted of its potential, suffered a devastating blow to its sea of consciousness and meridians in an instant! The control of the physical body completely collapsed in an instant!
The possessed spirit of the Yin Ancestor roared in extreme shock and rage, attempting to forcibly stabilize his physical body. But Qin Hao's killing move would never be limited to a single strike!
Just as the Golden Sky Slash pierced through the protective Yin Shield, Qin Hao flipped his left hand.
The gilded armor-piercing blade was instantly drawn.
There were no fancy moves, only the simplest, most direct strike, infused with the burgeoning power of a Nascent Soul cultivator—a horizontal slash!
"cut--!!!"
A golden, arc-shaped blade of light, as thin as a cicada's wing, swept past silently!
The timing was absolutely perfect!
The golden arc of light flashed and disappeared in an instant!
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
The furious roar of the Extreme Yin Ancestor abruptly ceased.
Wu Chou's head, which was wearing a ghost face mask, was smoothly severed from his neck by the dark golden arc of light containing terrifying cutting power, just like a hot knife cutting through butter!
The cut was as smooth as a mirror, without a single drop of blood splattering, because all life and blood were instantly annihilated by that domineering cutting force!
The headless, ugly body collapsed limply to the ground, as if all its bones had been removed.
The flying head's mask cracked open with a "snap".
"No—!!!" A piercing scream, filled with boundless resentment, rage, and disbelief, burst forth from the severed neck! It was not a sound, but a tiny, dark phantom—the very wisp of the Extreme Yin Ancestor's spirit residing within Wu Chou's body!
This wisp of spirit broke free from the constraints of the physical body and instantly transformed into a streak of black light, disappearing into the distant sea at astonishing speed.
How could Qin Hao let him escape so easily? The gilded armor-cracking blade transformed into a wisp of light and disappeared once more, appearing behind the divided spirit of the Extreme Yin Ancestor in the next second.
"Zhang Tie, I, your ancestor, will exact revenge a hundredfold for today's grudge! Ah~~~"
Below, whether it was the members of the Miaoyin Sect or the remaining cultivators of the Yinsha Sect, they were all frozen in place, staring blankly at the azure figure in the air that resembled a god or demon.
Although only the clone of the Extreme Yin Ancestor was killed, the Extreme Yin Ancestor was, after all, a renowned demonic giant in the Chaotic Star Sea, a figure that made many cultivators of the same level tremble with fear!