Yun Qishen

The red sticky palm grasped the still-pumping heart and passed through the bodies of monks one after another. The heart was mercilessly thrown to the ground like useless garbage, and as the monk who owned the heart fell to the ground, the cold and murderous appearance of the monk appeared.

That person now has his own name, he is called Shuzhuo, he has always had a name that he really wants to be called, but he only remembers that his name has the word "shu" in it. As for the word "zhuo", he added it specially, obviously he didn't want to be called Jiang Qing by that figure all the time. The opposite of Qing is zhuo, so he is zhuo.

"You won't have a good ending! Ugh—" With a scream, the monk's torn body and the blood splashed out once again poured onto Shuzhu's body. The monk's spiritual energy drifted away from his body and turned into a resentful soul that hovered around Shuzhu.

Not enough, this is still not enough!

Yes, Shu Zhuo was not satisfied, even though the resentful souls wandering around him had built a wall, he still felt it was not enough. These alone could not be exchanged for a few pure stones.

"The ruler is set at three thousand!"

Fu Zhuoxiao pointed the black ruler at Shuzhuo, and Shuzhuo froze instantly. "Now, surround him!"

"Du Hualian——"

Black silk threads mixed with purple lotus tightly bound Shuzhuo's body. As Daiqi continued to chant the spell, flames ignited on the silk threads of the purple lotus.

"Ah!" Shuzhuo roared, broke through Fu Quxiao's immobilization spell and also broke free from the silk thread restraints of the evil Du Hualian.

"He actually broke free from two spells in an instant!" A disciple of Jing Lingshan who participated in the capture of Shu Zhuo exclaimed in surprise. After all, the spells cast by Fu Quxiao and Dai Qi were among the best in Jing Lingshan. How powerful must they be to be able to break free in an instant.

Before everyone could be surprised for too long, black smoke began to emerge from the wounds on Shuzhuo that were burned by Du Hualian. Soon he was completely covered by the black smoke and his position could no longer be seen.

"Uncle Seventh Master! Everyone be careful! There's a smell of incense in this mist! Everyone, cover your mouths and noses!" Fu Quxiao, who sensed something was wrong, hurriedly led the Jing Lingshan disciples who were in the front to retreat. His nose twitched slightly again, and an even worse premonition stimulated his nerves, "No! Everyone, retreat to the periphery immediately, the farther away from here, the better!"

The people of Jingling Mountain retreated in a flash, but there were other seriously injured monks on the ground around them. They were not so lucky, and the black fog spread over and covered them. In the blink of an eye, even more miserable wails came from the black fog.

"What is this thick smoke?!"

"My heart aches!"

"I want to find my mother!"

"Let me die! Let me die quickly!"

The people from Jing Lingshan had already retreated quite far away at this time, but Fu Quxiao still instructed everyone to retreat further just in case.

"Brother, we finally found him. If we retreat any further, he will slip away again..." said a disciple from Jing Lingshan.

Dai Qi rushed to the periphery while flashing over and patting the disciple on the shoulder, "Everyone, follow Fu Quxiao's instructions, retreat first and talk about other things when it's safe."

Everyone stopped talking and just retreated to the outside.

In the center of the black fog, Shuzhuo hugged himself tightly. He clasped his hands in the flesh of his arms, and the black fog continued to emerge in all directions along his fingers. The resentful spirits that formed a wall kept shuttling back and forth in the black fog, lingering in his ears, and constantly making resentful sighs.

Not enough... still not enough... Shuzhuo laughed almost crazily, but the smile was soon shattered by a voice in his mind.

[Jiang Qing... stop doing this.]

Shuzhuo roared and turned to look at the blurry figure, "What do you know! I said my name is not that! I am not him! I am not him!!" He waved his hands and more black mist emerged, "Get out of here! Get out of my sight! Get away quickly——"

The pain in his mind made Shuzhu kneel on the ground, holding his head and wailing, "Damn it! Ah! How much! How many more stones will it take to make you disappear from my sight! It's too painful, it's just too... painful!"

[As long as you stop killing immortal disciples, I will leave.] The figure said softly.

But Shuzhuo was still hysterical, his eyes were black and red, and he looked extremely crazy. "I don't believe it, I don't believe you will leave. Only by finding all the stones that your soul is attached to and sending them away, will you leave completely! Then my body won't be so... so tormented! Ah!!!"

Listening to Shuzhuo's roar, the figure simply replied, "I understand..."

"No, you don't understand anything! After all, it's not you who is suffering, you don't have a physical body! You don't understand anything!" Shu Zhuo rolled and crawled towards the figure in his eyes, but an illusion is still an illusion and he missed. The feeling of powerlessness that he couldn't drive away this figure with his own hands made Shu Zhuo almost collapse.

[Jiang Qing...] The figure called out again in a friendly voice.

Shu Zhuo covered his ears tightly with his hands, "I told you not to call me by that name anymore, I'm not him! My name is Shu Zhuo now! Remember! My name is Shu Zhuo!"

【Okay, Uncle Zhuo. 】

The figure still called out Shuzhuo's name gently.

It's not that Shuzhu couldn't hear you, he just couldn't understand, "Why are you changing your words so easily now?"

【Didn’t you tell me to call you that? 】

"I'm so annoyed! Go away! Go away!"

[I said, as long as you stop killing monks, I will leave. I will never bother you again.]

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The disciples of Jingling Mountain who retreated to the periphery of the secret realm barrier finally breathed a sigh of relief. The speed at which the black smoke spread was not actually very fast, but it spread to the vicinity of the barrier in the blink of an eye.

"What was that layer of smoke just now? Senior Brother Fu, do you know a lot about that thing?" A disciple from Jingling Mountain asked with concern.

Fu Quxiao laughed dryly, "Of course I understand, because I also have that thing on me?"

"Ah?!" The disciple from Jing Lingshan cried out in surprise and hid behind Dai Qi in fear. "I just saw several immortal disciples fall to the ground with blood coming out of their seven orifices! Senior Brother Fu, you actually said you have this thing on you too?"

"It's nothing strange. Some medicine men have this stuff on them. It's a very despicable and inhumane poison. When this poison penetrates the skin and encounters fire, it will produce billowing smoke, and the final result is the black fog you just saw." Fu Quxiao explained, "Just now, the magic of the seventh uncle bound his movements with a thread, but it was also because Du Hualian's own fire burned through his skin that caused the poisonous fog." (End of this chapter)