Translator: Cinder Translations
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Disguised as a Qi Condensation stage cultivator, Song Wen walked through the Blood Corpse Street, blending in seamlessly with the other scattered cultivators on the street.
He had already handed over Chen Feihe's soul lamp to him, ensuring that Chen Feihe would leave the Corpse Demon Sect.
As for where Chen Feihe would go next, Song Wen didn't inquire further.
Chen Feihe helped him pass a message to Zhang Xiaofan, and in return, he had obtained the soul lamp for Chen Feihe. The debt between them was now settled.
Parting ways was for the best for both parties.
Song Wen looked up at the flying ship in the sky and suddenly became alert.
He sensed that four spiritual senses had probed from the ship, sweeping over him several times.
"It seems Zhang Xiaofan wants to make me a scapegoat."
Song Wen immediately understood Zhang Xiaofan's plan, and a murderous intent surged in his eyes.
The image stone appeared in the palm of his hand. After a moment's hesitation, Song Wen put the image stone away again.
To seek revenge and settle scores, he knew he had to do it personally to truly vent the hatred in his heart.
Letting someone else take action was never enough to soothe the rage inside.
Song Wen slowly ascended into the air and flew toward the edge of the market.
His flying speed was slow, as it was the flight technique of a Qi Condensation cultivator.
However, as he approached the outskirts of the market, the aura around him suddenly surged, breaking through to the Golden Core stage. His speed drastically increased, and in the blink of an eye, he became nothing more than a blur, quickly fleeing from the Corpse Demon Sect.
This sudden change immediately drew the attention of Miao Tong and the others.
"There!" Zhang Xiaofan pointed at Song Wen's distant figure and said.
Before Zhang Xiaofan could give his warning, Miao Tong had already controlled the flying ship, accelerating to pursue Song Wen.
As they chased, the two quickly covered a distance of over a thousand miles.
At the same time, the distance between them gradually closed.
Seeing that they were now only a few miles away from Ji Yin, Miao Tong activated a chain artifact, sending it toward Song Wen to bind him.
The chain moved like a spiritual snake, twisting and writhing through the air.
Just as the chain was about to catch up with Song Wen, a large amount of blood mist suddenly erupted from his body, enveloping him.
The chain entered the blood mist and began to tremble, whipping up strong winds.
The strong winds dispersed the blood mist, but Song Wen's figure had already vanished without a trace.
Blood Escape Technique!
Miao Tong and the other four immediately recognized the technique as one from the Corpse Demon Sect.
"Didn't they say that Ji Yin had only reached the Qi Condensation stage when he left the sect? Why would he know the Blood Escape Technique, which is only practiced by Golden Core Elders?" Miao Tong asked in confusion.
Zhang Xiaofan and the others naturally didn't know the reason, so no one responded.
The four of them looked around, and Hao Man suddenly pointed to the southwest.
"There!"
The other three turned and saw a faint blood mist coming from a thicket about ten miles away to the southwest.
It seemed that Ji Yin, in a panic, hadn't chosen the right landing spot for the Blood Escape Technique. The thicket was too small to fully conceal the blood mist created by the technique.
Miao Tong's expression brightened, and he quickly ordered the ship to accelerate toward the thicket.
As they neared the thicket, Miao Tong, the highest-ranked cultivator, was the first to spot Ji Yin moving through the thicket ahead, trying to flee farther away.
Miao Tong continued to control the ship, giving chase.
Seeing that he couldn't shake off the four, Ji Yin stopped fleeing through the thicket and instead took to the air, speeding away.
Once again, the two sides were separated by over a thousand miles.
Looking at the ever-closer figure of Ji Yin, Miao Tong's face twisted into a cruel grin.
"Ji Yin, you can't escape."
With that, the chain was once again launched, heading straight for Song Wen.
Miao Tong and the others were shocked and confused as they watched Ji Yin, who had been fleeing in panic, suddenly stop and quietly watch the approaching chain.
The distance from the Corpse Demon Sect was over two thousand miles, and there were only four Golden Core cultivators. It should be easy to deal with them without alerting the faraway Sect leader, Gou Jun.
Suddenly, a blood-colored tentacle shot out from Song Wen's chest, rapidly growing longer, and with a sharp yank, it struck.
"Bang!"
The tentacle slammed against the chain.
In an instant, the chain shattered into several pieces.
Miao Tong staggered back, blood spilling from his mouth, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The chain was a low-grade artifact, yet it couldn't even withstand a single blow from the opponent.
There was only one explanation—he was a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Miao Tong's face turned pale, and he hurriedly activated the ship's defensive array.
A black barrier suddenly rose, enveloping the ship.
At the same time, Miao Tong changed the ship's direction, attempting to flee.
However, Song Wen would not allow him to escape.
The blood-colored tentacle quickly extended, soon reaching the side of the ship.
It coiled tightly around the ship, crushing it with immense force, causing the vessel to emit twisted sounds under the strain.
The high-pitched screeching echoed in the terrified eyes of Miao Tong and the others.
With a massive "boom!", the ship, along with the defensive barrier, was shattered.
The blood-colored tentacle split into four and wrapped around Miao Tong and his companions.
Each of the four was terrified, using every means at their disposal in a last-ditch attempt to struggle.
Zhang Xiaofan used the Ghost Head Saber to slash at the tentacle.
The Ghost Head Saber struck the tentacle like it was hitting an unbreakable rock, with the tentacle showing no damage at all. In fact, the Ghost Head Saber was sent flying backward.
Hao Man and Ba Feng both activated their defensive treasures, but the treasures lasted no more than a breath before being shattered by the tentacle, sending them flying.
Miao Tong quickly summoned a peak-tier third-grade corpse puppet. However, as soon as the puppet appeared, the tentacle struck it with terrifying force, piercing through the corpse puppet's chest.
All four's attempts to resist were in vain, and they had no time to use the Blood Escape Technique to flee.
The four tentacles simultaneously ensnared them and dragged them toward Song Wen.
Song Wen dragged the four of them and fled into the distance.
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Several thousand miles away, in a valley near the Corpse Demon Sect, Zhang Xiaofan and the others regained their freedom, but they stood motionless, not daring to move.
Surrounded by swirling blood-colored tentacles, Miao Tong, Hao Man, and Ba Feng immediately knelt without hesitation.
"Senior, please forgive us. We were careless and mistakenly thought you were the one who killed the Elder of the Corpse Demon Sect. We beg you to show mercy for the sake of our ancestor Gou Jun and spare us for this transgression," Miao Tong said.
In reality, Miao Tong had already understood the situation.
He intentionally framed it as a misunderstanding, hoping to downplay the enmity between them, and brought up Gou Jun's name to pressure Song Wen, hoping that Song Wen wouldn't dare kill them.
Zhang Xiaofan, however, did not kneel. He looked at Song Wen with a face full of shock, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Ji Yin, how could you be a Nascent Soul cultivator? This is impossible! You're almost the same age as me, just over a hundred years old, how could you have reached the Nascent Soul realm?"
As soon as he spoke, Miao Tong and the others looked at Song Wen, their faces filled with fear mixed with astonishment.
A Nascent Soul cultivator at just over a hundred years old!
They had only read about such figures in ancient texts.
In fact, no such genius had ever appeared in the entire history of the Corpse Demon Sect.
Among all the cultivators in the world, this person in front of them was undoubtedly the youngest Nascent Soul cultivator.
(End of the Chapter)
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