Translator: Cinder Translations
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Zhang Xiaofan performed the Soul Locking Technique, trapping Lu Cang's soul within his head. He then lifted Lu Cang's head and dropped it beside Lu Chan.
Lu Chan, collapsed on the ground with her mind in chaos, was unaware of what was happening around her.
Clearly, Zhang Xiaofan didn't want Lu Chan to die too easily. His spiritual sense forcefully surged into Lu Chan's sea of consciousness.
In her current state, Lu Chan's sea of consciousness was defenseless, making it easy for Zhang Xiaofan to invade.
Zhang Xiaofan's spiritual sense surged like a raging wave toward Lu Chan's soul.
Under the stimulation of Zhang Xiaofan's spiritual sense, Lu Chan's consciousness gradually began to recover.
However, forcibly restoring her consciousness posed great risks, possibly causing irreparable permanent damage to Lu Chan's soul.
But at this moment, Zhang Xiaofan didn't care whether Lu Chan's soul would be harmed.
He simply didn't want Lu Chan to die too easily.
If Lu Chan died in a dazed state, wouldn't that be too cheap for her?
"Lu Chan, look who this is?" Zhang Xiaofan said with undisguised glee.
He swung Lu Cang's head in front of Lu Chan, his eyes full of excitement.
He felt that this was the most gratifying moment since he married Lu Chan. Even when he initially condensed his golden core, he hadn't felt this joyful.
Seeing the head in Zhang Xiaofan's hand, still dripping with fresh blood, and her father's eyes wide open in death, Lu Chan's pupils shrank violently. An unprecedented wave of sorrow surged in her heart.
Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, and she let out a hoarse growl.
"Dad!"
She raised her head, staring at Zhang Xiaofan's smug face, her eyes suddenly filled with a fierce determination.
"Zhang Xiaofan, you actually killed my father! Why did you do this?"
"Hahaha..."
Zhang Xiaofan laughed smugly. The more sorrow Lu Chan showed, the more satisfied he felt.
"This is all your fault. If you hadn't humiliated me every day, forcing me to lose face in front of my peers, would I have ever resorted to harming you and your father?"
Lu Chan retorted, "My father taught you everything: spiritual stones, elixirs, spiritual herbs, and even the golden core. Yet you still had the heart to kill him? How could you do such a thing?"
"He was good to me. But he made a huge mistake by marrying you to me, making me live in humiliation every day," Zhang Xiaofan replied.
"Back then, it was you who took the initiative to court me, you who proposed to my father! Zhang Xiaofan, I was blind, deceived by your disguise, and failed to see your wicked ambitions early on. It's because of me that my father is dead."
Lu Chan's voice was filled with deep regret and anger, her gaze as sharp as blades, fixed on Zhang Xiaofan.
"Good that you understand. I served you for a hundred years, and you should be satisfied."
Zhang Xiaofan's expression suddenly became vicious, and the ghost blade suddenly appeared in his hand.
The blade, surrounded by dark energy, swung towards Lu Chan's neck.
Lu Chan looked at the swinging blade without fear, only endless unwillingness and anger.
The blade flashed past, and Lu Chan's head flew off.
Zhang Xiaofan was still not satisfied and struck again and again, cutting Lu Chan's body into mush before stopping.
"Zhang Xiaofan, with the deaths of Lu Cang and Lu Chan, what happened to the two-hundred-year-old dead vine and Chen Feihe's soul lamp?" a voice suddenly asked.
Zhang Xiaofan calmly took out a ghost banner and captured the souls of Lu Cang and Lu Chan into it.
With the infusion of his spiritual power, the ghost generals sealed inside the banner slowly began to awaken.
They were like starving wild beasts. Upon seeing the souls of Lu Chan and Lu Cang imprisoned in the ghost banner, they charged over and began to tear them apart in a frenzy.
Amidst the shrill and pitiful screams, Lu Chan's soul was instantly torn into pieces.
Lu Cang's soul managed to hold on for a moment, but due to the imprisonment of the soul banner, it didn't last long and was similarly torn apart, with several ghost generals dividing it to feast upon.
After this was done, Zhang Xiaofan finally spoke.
"Chen Feihe's soul lamp is with me."
As he spoke, he took out a soul lamp and tossed it to Song Wen, continuing to speak.
"However, I only have one old branch of the two-hundred-year-old Dead Vine. I don't have the whole plant to transplant."
Song Wen's expression suddenly became cold, and he said in a low voice, "You're deceiving me!"
Zhang Xiaofan quickly explained, "Ji Yin, I know you have some ties with Chen Yi, and his death is somewhat related to me. If I had brought the full two-hundred-year-old Dead Vine with me, you probably wouldn't have minded. Killing people to seize treasure and avenging Chen Yi would have been convenient, wouldn't it?"
Song Wen's lips twitched slightly. Zhang Xiaofan wasn't wrong, and he had indeed planned to do just that.
A narrow jade box appeared in Zhang Xiaofan's hand. When opened, inside was a vine over ten feet long.
The vine was grayish-white and about three fingers in diameter.
"Ji Yin, this Dead Vine vine has an age of two hundred and eighty years. If used for pill refining, it's enough for you to refine twenty or thirty batches of pills."
"You expect this single old vine to replace the whole Dead Vine?" Song Wen's voice turned sharp as he questioned.
Zhang Xiaofan said, "Ji Yin, you misunderstood me. I admit I'm not your match and I was worried you might take action against me. So, I left the Dead Vine in my cave and only brought a piece of the old vine. This old vine is just to gain your trust. Once I'm safely back at the Corpse Demon Sect, I'll bring the whole Dead Vine to the Sect's courtyard and give it to you."
The Corpse Demon Sect's courtyard was located at the foot of Corpse Demon Mountain. Song Wen, being a "Mid-Stage Golden Core cultivator," definitely wouldn't have the courage to take action against a Golden Core Elder of the Corpse Demon Sect within their own courtyard.
Song Wen fixed his gaze on Zhang Xiaofan, silent.
For a moment, an invisible pressure filled the air, and the atmosphere became exceptionally tense.
"Alright, I agree." Song Wen suddenly spoke, breaking the oppressive silence.
Zhang Xiaofan felt his whole body relax as the invisible pressure dissipated.
He smiled faintly, "Ji Yin, rest assured, I won't go back on my word. Also, as compensation, Lu Cang and Lu Chan's storage rings are yours."
After speaking, he used his spiritual power to summon several huge fireballs, which he used to burn the battle traces and the dismembered bodies of Lu Cang and Lu Chan into ashes.
As for their storage rings, he used his power to collect them and tossed them to Song Wen.
"Ji Yin, I'll be waiting for you at the Blood Corpse Street of the Sect's courtyard at the You hour."
After speaking, Zhang Xiaofan slowly levitated, intending to leave.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, wait a moment." Song Wen suddenly called out.
Zhang Xiaofan halted in mid-air and turned to ask, "Ji Yin, is there something else?"
Song Wen's hand suddenly revealed a round stone about the size of an egg.
As Song Wen infused it with a bit of spiritual power, the stone emitted a faint light. These lights gathered in mid-air and slowly formed an image.
It was the scene where Zhang Xiaofan swung his blade and severed Lu Chan's head.
Seeing this, Zhang Xiaofan's pupils slightly contracted.
'Ji Yin' had actually used a recording stone to capture the process of him killing Lu Chan, and he hadn't even noticed.
"If, at the You hour, I do not see the Dead Vine, this recording stone will be replicated a thousand times and spread throughout the Corpse Demon Sect's courtyard," Song Wen said.
Zhang Xiaofan stared at Song Wen for a moment, then said nothing, turning and leaving.
(End of the Chapter)
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