Chapter 32

Outside the battlefield, Cheng Lingzhu looked at the scene in the depths of the hall and tugged at Lu Xuan’s sleeve.

“Senior Brother Lu, what should we do?”

Lu Xuan pondered for a moment. “No hurry, let’s take a look.”

Hearing Lu Xuan’s words, Cheng Lingzhu quieted down and watched the battle with him.

After all, Yue Tianya was the Holy Son of a top-notch immortal sect. He came from a rich family. Before he rushed toward Fang Huan, he took out a pill and threw it into his mouth.

This pill allowed cultivators to increase their strength in a short period of time. It could last for two hours and would cause them to fall into a state of weakness for three days after using it. The advantage was that it would not leave behind any side effects or internal injuries.

Yue Tianya was now at the peak of the Golden Core stage. After consuming this medicine, his combat strength entered the advanced stage of the Nascent Soul.

The Nascent Soul here referred to the Nascent Soul cultivators of top-notch immortal sects.

This pill was extremely effective, so it was naturally expensive to make. Only a core disciple from a large sect like Yue Tianya had the financial resources to carry one with him.

Although Fang Huan was a peak Nascent Soul cultivator, he was still a rogue cultivator.

While the quality of his magic had improved, it had only been half a month since he had obtained this cultivation. He had not been able to adapt well, and his combat style was primitive and simple.

Yue Tianya executed all kinds of wonderful techniques of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace and used the kite technique. He pulled while controlling, and the light of the spell shot out in all directions in the hall.

Fang Huan’s attacks were hindered everywhere, and for a moment, the two parties were tied.

However, Yue Tianya was well aware of this. It seemed that they were evenly matched, but in fact, he was forcefully holding on. The cultivation that was boosted by the pill could only be maintained for two hours. When the medicinal effect wore off, he would definitely lose.

On the other side, Ling Yufei absorbed the seven traces of Origin Qi and fused them into his body. His body suddenly revealed some characteristics that only demons had.

Looking at the immortal robe that was so close to him, Ling Yufei gritted his teeth and activated his sight technique to tentatively stretch out his hand.

As Hong Yu had said, the Dao Fire had a spirit. It retreated to the sides, and Ling Yufei safely obtained the immortal robe.

She heaved a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on her face.

No matter what, this immortal robe was hers now.

Just as Ling Yufei was about to reach out and take the jade book down, the immortal robe in her hand changed.

The immortal robe turned into a stream of light and flowed like water. Like a living thing, it flowed along Ling Yufei’s palm and enveloped her entire body.

Ling Yufei subconsciously wanted to shake off the immortal robe, but it was too late.

In a flash, an extremely gorgeous red phoenix robe covered her body.

The immortal robe automatically adjusted its size and fitted her perfectly. It outlined Saintess Ling’s proud figure.

Ling Yufei’s eyes were tightly shut, and a light shone between her eyebrows. When she opened her eyes again, the aura around her suddenly changed.

This saintess from a top-tier immortal sect in Northern Plains, the holy land of sword path, the Heavenly Sword Sect, had the sharp aura of a sword cultivator but it disappeared.

What replaced it was a domineering and authoritative aura.

Ling Yufei looked at the people fighting in the hall and raised her hand.

An invisible force descended and instantly covered every corner of the cave abode, imprisoning all the cultivators.

A substantial pressure spread out from her body. Just the aura from her body made everyone unable to move.

For a time, all the fighting in the cave abode stopped, and the hall fell silent.

Yue Tianya, who was fighting, was also affected, and his body was suspended in the air. He happened to be facing the direction of the counter and he asked, “Fellow Daoist Ling, what’s going on?!”

“Ling Yufei” ignored him and reached out to grab Fang Huan. Fang Huan’s body flew over involuntarily.

An ominous premonition rose in Fang Huan’s heart. He roared, his muscular muscles bulging and his demonic energy surging as he desperately resisted. His entire body was glowing, and his demonic power surged. His dazzling golden eyes were like the eternal sun.

The aura of a Nascent Soul demon spread out to resist the pull of Ling Yufei.

However, it didn’t have any effect. The other party merely raised his hand and pressed down on Fang Huan.

“Ling Yufei” extended a finger and tapped Fang Huan’s forehead.

A stream of light flashed, and the latter’s pupils dilated as he lowered his head weakly.

“This…” Hong Yu gulped. He was the closest to the counter and felt it the most clearly.

This King of Poison that was raised in the Secret Mystical Realm…was already dead.

Just now, that person had reached out and melted Fang Huan’s soul, killing him instantly.

That’s right, Hong Yu called him “that person” and not “Ling Yufei”.

Even a blind man could feel that something had possessed Ling Yufei’s body and replaced the saintess of the Sky Sword Mountain.

This unforeseen event was too shocking. The cultivators present were as silent as cicadas in winter. For a moment, no one dared to speak.

The being controlling Ling Yufei’s body reached out and caressed Fang Huan’s corpse.

“What a perfect body…” she muttered to herself in an obscure tone. Clearly, she was not using the common language of the Archean Eon World.

However, everyone present could clearly understand what she meant.

This was the embodiment of the power of a mighty figure. Even though the language was different, it could still accurately express the meaning.

Sometimes, even language was not needed. A feather, a sword aura, a footprint, or even a lost piece of history could become a carrier and tool for transmitting information.

“If he had been able to obtain such a body back then…” Ling Yufei’s eyes were filled with gentleness and intoxication. A slender white hand gently stroked the scales on Fang Huan’s chest as if she were looking at her lover.

“We have entered your abode by mistake and have disturbed you. We hope that you will forgive us.”

Nearby, Nun Yuanzhao of Sevendust Temple gritted her teeth.

“I wonder what wish you have, Senior. Please instruct us. We will do our best to fulfill it.”

“Accidentally entered?” Hearing this, Ling Yufei revealed a playful smile. “If I didn’t set up an opportunity as bait, why would you have been willing to come?”

As soon as he said this, the expressions of the disciples in the hall changed.

“Senior, what do you mean?!” Yuan Zhao said in a deep voice.

“Not only do I want to resurrect him, but I also want to use you so-called geniuses as great medicine to refine a true dragon body!” “Ling Yufei” raised her voice slightly. She faced the crowd and waved her sleeves.

“I am the sect leader of the Spirit Illusion Heavenly Sect, otherwise known as Huan Zhen!”

“Spirit Illusion Heavenly Sect…”

When the cultivators heard this, they frowned and pondered. Even though they were disciples of great sects and had vast knowledge and knew many secrets, no one had ever heard of this sect.

“Of course, you don’t know about the Spirit Illusion Heaven Sect.” Immortal Huan Zhen chuckled. “This is because I personally refined the entire sect back in ancient times and formed this Secret Mystical Realm!”

When Hong Yu heard this, he was shocked. He thought of the female cultivator skeletons that they found in the Secret Mystical Realm.

Immortal Huan Zhen glanced at him as if she could read his mind.

“That’s right. Those corpses are all my disciples and grand-disciples… Without their flesh, blood, and magic power, how could they support the evolution of the demons in the mystical realm?”