The Heaven-Burying Sect was a force that operated in the vicinity of the Celestial Profound Sect. They lay dormant within the various kingdoms, expanding their influence and secretly seizing the Celestial Profound Sect’s resources—for example, by occupying undiscovered mineral veins and treasured lands on its territory.
Wen Qingye knew about the Heaven-Burying Sect because Guo Gao had once told him they were likely a force secretly backed by the Taiyi Pavilion.
At this thought, a murderous glint appeared in Wen Qingye’s eyes as he stared at the old man.
Youx Dong also drew a Long Spear that shimmered with a golden light, thrusting it toward one of the Corpse Ghosts.
Although the Corpse Ghosts’ cultivation levels were greatly diminished, they retained their past combat experience and felt no pain. As a result, even though the cultivators present were slightly stronger, they were unable to gain an advantage for the moment.
Strange colors shifted constantly across the sky, and the explosive clash of Primordial Qi thundered for miles around.
Wang Hai had gone to hunt down the Blood Bats, leaving one Corpse Ghost unopposed. It stood guard by the coffin, completely still, as if oblivious to the fighting around it.
Wen Qingye brandished his sword and flew swiftly toward the coffin.
’Not good!’
Everyone was shocked when they saw Wen Qingye rush toward the coffin, marveling privately at his incredible speed.
Just as Wen Qingye came within ten feet of the coffin, the last Corpse Ghost’s eyes flashed. With a wave of its sleeve, a black mist like a dense fog billowed toward him.
The tip of the One Thought Sword aimed straight at the black fog. Its incomparably sharp blade flared with light, parting the surrounding mist like a shockwave.
CLANG!
The sword’s tip struck the Corpse Ghost’s arm, yet it produced the sound of striking metal and a flash of sparks.
Wen Qingye felt a jolt shoot up his arm, the vibration spreading through his entire body.
’This Corpse Ghost’s body is incredibly tough,’ Wen Qingye thought, retreating slightly.
It wasn’t that the One Thought Sword was incapable of piercing the Corpse Ghost’s body; it was simply that Wen Qingye’s cultivation was too low. Even with his foundation built across ten layers of accumulation in the three stages of Qi Cultivation, Refining Essence, and Refining Spirit, he was still struggling.
Catching sight of Wen Qingye’s retreat from the corner of his eye, Tang Rui sneered, "That kid? He thinks he can swoop in and reap the rewards with a cultivation of only the Sixth Level of Yin Yang Realm?"
Seeing Wen Qingye retreat, the Corpse Ghost seemed to grow even more ferocious. It strode forward, and with a flip of its palm, the sky felt like it was caving in. A massive Palm Seal descended upon Wen Qingye with Thunderous Force.
Wen Qingye gripped his sword with both hands, its Sword Body glowing with a golden light. Suddenly, an astonishingly sharp aura erupted from the One Thought Sword as it let out a soft hum.
"Second Form of the Sword Emperor Technique! Proud Sword!"
The tip of the One Thought Sword pointed at the massive Palm Seal pressing down from above, but compared to the colossal seal, it looked as insignificant as an embroidery needle.
THUD!
Before everyone’s eyes, the suffocatingly powerful Palm Seal, capable of shaking one’s very Heart Spirit, collided with Wen Qingye’s insignificant-looking sword.
But the result left everyone stunned!
The massive Palm Seal simply dissipated, vanishing into the night. The Corpse Ghost let out a strange shriek and stumbled back four or five steps.
’What powerful Swordsmanship!’ Liu Xuan’s eyes lit up as she thought to herself.
Shii Tangyu also noticed Wen Qingye at this moment, thinking, ’Who is that man? Why does his Swordsmanship make me feel a sense of suppression?’
"Young brother, I’ll help you!"
Just then, Wang Hai flew in from the distance, covered in blood, and engaged the Corpse Ghost directly. His wild palm strike carried a trace of Vast Energy, and a silvery-white light flickered like shattered stars.
BANG!
The Corpse Ghost was still off-balance when it was struck by Wang Hai’s sudden attack, sending it staggering back several more steps.
Wen Qingye would not let this chance slip by. He lunged forward, rushing the Corpse Ghost. His sword struck out like a serpent, its tip tracing an arc as swift as a meteor as it stabbed toward the creature’s Qi Sea.
As long as its Qi Sea was pierced, the Corpse Ghost’s Primordial Spirit would scatter, and its body would instantly crumble to dust.
SHINK!
Wen Qingye’s sword accurately pierced the Corpse Ghost’s Qi Sea. The creature instantly seemed to deflate, its arms flailing wide as it stumbled backward.
In an instant, the Corpse Ghost crumbled into a pile of ash, which a gentle breeze then scattered, making it vanish from sight.
When Shii Tangyu, Tang Rui, the old man from the Heaven-Burying Sect, and Youx Dong saw Wen Qingye and Wang Hai team up to defeat a Corpse Ghost, they grew anxious. The creatures’ bodies were extremely tough, and coupled with their fearlessness, it was impossible for the others to defeat theirs anytime soon.
Wen Qingye paid them no mind, charging directly for the now-unattended coffin.
Seeing Wen Qingye charge the coffin, Shii Tangyu blasted his own Corpse Ghost back with a sword strike and shot toward Wen Qingye. "If you want this coffin, you’ll have to get through me first!"
The Corpse Ghost was knocked back three steps, but then its body blurred into a series of afterimages as it resumed its attack on Shii Tangyu.
’Damn it!’
Shii Tangyu cursed under his breath. He knew that if he didn’t deal with this Corpse Ghost, he could forget about contending with Wen Qingye for the coffin.
At that moment, Wang Hai also snapped to his senses and charged toward the coffin, hot on Wen Qingye’s heels.
WHOOSH!
Wen Qingye felt wind whistle past his ears and a chill creep up his back. He dodged to the side on pure instinct.
BANG!
The loud crack of shattering rock echoed in everyone’s ears, and a fissure appeared right where Wen Qingye had just been standing.
Standing not far from the coffin was Liu Xuan, the Eldest Princess of the Jinfeng Ancient Country. She held a short blade, her eyes fixed on Wen Qingye. That fissure had been carved by her Sword Qi.
"Imprison him!"
Liu Xuan cried out, and a ball of light flew from her palm. It grew as it soared into the sky, dazzlingly beautiful against the dark night. Wen Qingye looked up to see five stone pillars descending upon him.
THUD!
The five stone pillars slammed down hard, shattering the Cyan Stone ground into a web of cracks and trapping Wen Qingye completely.
Liu Xuan chuckled. "With your level of cultivation, you can forget about breaking my Peak King-grade Magical Artifact, the Stone Prison. Just stay put in there."
CREAK! CREAK!
A strange layer of Primordial Qi seemed to connect the five pillars. They began to rapidly contract, slowly shrinking until Wen Qingye was left with a space only ten feet wide.
When Wang Hai saw Liu Xuan make her move, his brow furrowed. "The Stone Prison!?"
Clearly, Wang Hai recognized the Magical Artifact in Liu Xuan’s possession; otherwise, his slight surprise wouldn’t have been accompanied by him calling out its name.
Liu Xuan glanced at Wang Hai, who immediately froze in place.
After all, the Wang Family was still a family within the Jinfeng Ancient Country. No matter how powerful they became, they would never dare to offend the Royal Family. Combined with Wang Hai’s own cautious and indecisive nature, he naturally no longer dared to covet the coffin.
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