Daqin arrests alchemists, what does it matter to me as a qi refiner?

Just as Yang Ling was thinking about how to deal with it, the system's voice slowly sounded: "Host, do you need a method to control the corpse puppet?"

Hearing this, Yang Ling was stunned for a moment, then asked: "Of course I need it."

The system immediately responded: "Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the magic formula to control the corpse puppet." (Note: Using the corpse puppet magic formula can improve the attributes of the corpse puppet. Do you want to improve the corpse puppet?)
As soon as the system prompt sounded, a complex text emerged in Yang Ling's mind.

After he studied it carefully, his eyes lit up. He didn't expect that the system could control corpse puppets!
Yang Ling immediately used the corpse puppet technique to try to control the rioting corpse puppets.

All of these corpse puppets were masters close to the Golden Core realm. Although some of them had been killed by them, the remaining number still reached an astonishing twenty-five.

Moreover, they were fearless and only knew how to attack. Therefore, Yang Ling not only had to control them, but also prevent them from attacking him. "Boom boom boom..." Twenty-five corpse puppets in the Jindan realm attacked at the same time, and the scene was extremely shocking.

Yang Ling knew very well that if he could completely control these corpse puppets, his strength would surely improve by leaps and bounds.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel excited.

However, he also understood that successfully controlling these corpse puppets was not easy and required a certain price.

Practicing corpse puppet magic means that his practice progress will stagnate for a period of time.

But when Yang Ling looked at the corpses in front of him, a cold arc appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In his opinion, with twenty-five corpse puppets at the Jindan level as helpers, it would not be a big deal even if his cultivation stagnated for a period of time.

After figuring it out, Yang Ling waved his hands, and a series of obscure spells echoed in the hall. He concentrated on performing the corpse puppet technique, trying to completely control these powerful corpse puppets in his hands.

After a moment, Yang Ling pushed forward with both hands.

In an instant, the originally violent corpse puppet suddenly stopped moving, and then slowly moved according to his instructions.

Looking at these corpse puppets that were successfully controlled, Yang Ling showed a satisfied smile on his face.

He knew that with the protection and help of these corpse puppets, his life and property would be better secured in the future.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his heart.

However, at this moment, Yang Ling's brows suddenly frowned.

He felt as if a corpse puppet was missing. This discovery made him nervous, and he immediately used the corpse puppet technique again to conduct a careful search.

His spiritual sense covered the entire palace, leaving no corner untouched.

After a moment, a dark shadow slowly emerged. "Greetings, Master." The dark shadow knelt down beside Yang Ling and said respectfully.

This person was the corpse puppet that Yang Ling had missed. It turned out that it was good at assassination, so it took the opportunity to hide in the chaos.

Seeing this scene, Yang Ling finally felt relieved. After he understood the strengths and abilities of this corpse puppet, he decided to recruit it and make good use of it.

So, under Yang Ling's gaze, the corpse puppet turned into a puff of black smoke and merged into the earth, waiting for his call.

After dealing with this corpse puppet, Yang Ling put all the controlled corpse puppets into the mustard seed space. He knew that these corpse puppets were special and powerful, so he decided to communicate with Yu Jue to see how to better utilize and manage them.

After all, in the days to come, these corpse puppets will become one of his most important aids.

After listening to Yang Ling's detailed explanation, Yu Jue slowly opened his mouth and revealed an astonishing secret: the mustard seed space has the magical ability to create a special space.

As soon as these words came out, Yang Ling's interest was immediately aroused, and his eyes flashed with curiosity. Yu Jue keenly caught Yang Ling's curiosity, smiled and began to demonstrate it to him.

As Yu Jue controlled the screen, pictures were transmitted to Yang Ling's eyes. He was surprised to find that the mustard seed space could actually create an independent space like a split. This discovery made Yang Ling feel shocked and excited.

After the space split was completed, Yu Jue easily moved a corpse puppet into the newly created space.

Then, she explained to Yang Ling that this was a new skill she had recently acquired.

After listening to Yu Jue's explanation, Yang Ling suddenly understood. It turned out that after Yu Jue successfully integrated the spirits of the four symbols with the Emerald Land, she unexpectedly realized many unprecedented new skills.

The Split Space is one of them. As for other new skills, Yu Jue said that they are still under further research and exploration.

Even so, this space-splitting skill was already shocking enough. After dealing with the corpse puppets, Yang Ling finally turned his attention to Ying Zheng and the others.

At this moment, Li Yun and Wang Yue were looking at Yang Ling with shocked eyes, as if every time they saw him, they could refresh their understanding of Yang Ling. However, Ying Zheng and Boston seemed relatively calm, as they were already used to Yang Ling's various amazing performances.

As soon as Yang Ling finished dealing with the corpse puppet, Ying Zheng came over and asked respectfully, "Sir, what should we do next?"

Yang Ling looked down at the body of the middle-aged man on the ground, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "I will try the soul search technique first to understand the specific situation of the Demon Dragon Sect."

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng bowed slightly and said sincerely, "Okay, thank you for your help, sir."

Li Yun, Wang Yue and Boston heard the conversation between Yang Ling and Ying Zheng, and all turned their eyes to Yang Ling. Li Yun was shocked and asked in disbelief: "Sir, you are not only proficient in formations, but also know the art of soul searching?"

Soul-searching technique has always been an extremely profound secret technique in Li Yun's mind. In his memory, ordinary cultivators simply cannot master this technique.

Although the soul-searching technique is powerful, the cost of using it is also huge, and if you are not careful, you may suffer backlash.

However, now he learned from Yang Ling that Yang Ling could actually use the soul-searching technique, which surprised Li Yun and Wang Yue.

In response to Li Yun's question, Yang Ling just nodded lightly without further explanation.

Then, in the astonished eyes of everyone, he suddenly slapped the middle-aged man's body.

"Boom~"

As Yang Ling slapped out with his palm, the middle-aged man's body exploded instantly and turned into a blood mist.

Yang Ling was in the blood mist and began to search for the middle-aged man's memory.

After a while, Yang Ling successfully found a token from the middle-aged man's storage bag. He held the token, and Ying Zheng and others gathered around him, with puzzled looks on their faces.

"What is this?" Ying Zheng asked first. "This is the contact token of the Demon Dragon Gate." Yang Ling explained in a deep voice.

Afterwards, he told everyone present all the information he had obtained from the middle-aged man's memory.

It turned out that after the Demon Dragon Sect was surrounded and attacked, the remaining members fled in all directions.

And just a hundred years ago, a mysterious man began to search for and call upon these scattered members of the Demon Dragon Sect.

This token is the tool used by the mysterious man to contact them and assign tasks.

However, Yang Ling did not intend to look for the mysterious man.

He thought that since the mysterious man dared to take the risk to recruit the disciples of the Demon Dragon Sect, he must be confident in fighting against those forces. Yang Ling had never met him before and did not want to get involved.

Therefore, after briefly introducing the function of the token, Yang Ling threw the token aside.

Seeing that Yang Ling was unwilling to talk about this matter, Ying Zheng and others did not ask any more questions.

After making sure that there was nothing else, everyone left the cave together under Yang Ling's arrangement.

After walking out of the cave, after some discussion, they decided to sell the furs of the monsters they had hunted some time ago in exchange for some resources.

After selling the monster fur, Li Yun suggested that Yang Ling and others accompany him to attend the auction that Tianqing Sect is about to hold.

Yang Ling did not refuse Li Yun's suggestion. Anyway, he had nothing to do now, so going to the auction would help him gain some knowledge.

So, everyone followed Li Yun and walked towards Tianqing City. This auction was held in Tianqing Tower in Tianqing City. It was large in scale and attracted many warriors to participate.

There are two forms of auctions: one is an ordinary auction, where the auctioneer will take out treasures one by one for people to bid on; the other is an auction for the finale treasure, where the auctioneer takes out some precious treasures and lets competitors bid, and the one with the highest price wins.

Both forms require a certain amount of remuneration as participation fee. However, compared with the first form, the second form is more exciting and intense.

Because at this auction, there will be some extremely rare treasures or elixirs, attracting everyone to compete for them.

However, just when Yang Ling and his companions arrived at Tianqing City, they encountered two groups of people. Among them, the one who attracted Yang Ling's attention the most was a young man in brocade clothes.

When the young man saw Yang Ling and the others, he swaggered over and asked arrogantly, "Do you know where the Tianqing Sect's auction will be held this time?"

Hearing the boy's arrogant words, Yang Ling had no intention of paying attention to him. In his opinion, these guys were just like ants and were not worth his attention at all.

Seeing Yang Ling and the others' attitude, the young man in brocade clothes could not help but frown. He snorted coldly and shouted angrily: "Humph! Do you know who I am?"

His name is Yang Fan, a direct descendant of the Yang family. He is usually arrogant and domineering, and he doesn't look down on Yang Ling and others. Seeing that Yang Ling ignored him, he suddenly became angry.

He snorted coldly and reached out to grab Yang Ling, wanting to teach him a lesson. However, Yang Ling was furious and threw a punch, knocking Yang Fan back several steps.

"Sigh~"

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but gasp. You know, Yang Fan is a warrior who has reached the Return to Void Realm, but he was easily blocked by a young man. This really surprised them.

They knew Yang Fan's strength very well. Even they themselves might suffer at Yang Fan's hands if they were not careful.

"Hmm? Return to the middle realm of the void? Haha, it seems that I have good luck." Yang Fan said with a sneer after stabilizing his body.

After saying that, he took out the weapon his father had just given him - a top-grade spiritual weapon called the Dragon Slaying Sword. This was his father's natal weapon specially made for him to celebrate his successful entry into the Return to Void Realm.

With the Dragon Slaying Sword in hand, Yang Fan's whole aura changed. He swung the sword fiercely, and the Dragon Slaying Sword came out of its sheath. With a flash of cold light, it slashed straight at Yang Ling with unparalleled pressure.

"Bang~"

Yang Ling's face was gloomy, and he punched out, colliding with the Dragon Slaying Sword, making a clanging sound. However, Yang Fan took advantage of the powerful force and took another step forward.

He shook his wrist lightly, and a terrifying gust of wind whistled out. The Dragon Slaying Sword brought up a sharp sword light and slashed down again. This time, Yang Ling was unable to resist the sword light and was directly forced back several steps.

"you……"

Seeing that his full-strength attack was blocked by the opponent, Yang Fan's face changed slightly, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart. However, before he could finish his words, Yang Ling rushed towards him mercilessly.

Yang Ling's body turned into a shadow, and when his arms moved, they made a series of sounds like a wild python. Every time he threw a punch, a dull sound was heard, causing Yang Fan to retreat step by step.

"Ah, how could this happen? How could this guy be so strong?" Yang Fan was horrified, his face was as pale as paper, and he no longer had the courage to continue fighting. Because he could clearly feel the aura of crisis emanating from Yang Ling, which made him feel a huge threat to his life and death.

"No, I have to run!" Although Yang Fan wanted to continue fighting, he knew that if he didn't retreat, he would definitely die today. With this in mind, he turned around and ran, very fast, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Humph, you still want to run? Dream on!" Yang Ling looked at Yang Fan's back as he fled away, a cold smile on his face. Then, he took a step forward, turned into a shadow and chased after him.

Just a moment later, Yang Ling caught up with Yang Fan. At this time, Yang Fan cursed in his heart, he didn't expect that he would be caught up by Yang Ling not long after he ran away.

And judging from Yang Ling's expression, it was obvious that he would not let him go easily.

Yang Fan was filled with regret. If he had known this would happen, he should have listened to his father and kept a low profile. But now it was too late to regret.

So he turned around and faced Yang Ling, the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand bursting with dazzling sword light and slashed towards Yang Ling fiercely.

"Boom~" The two forces collided with a deafening sound. Unfortunately, although Yang Fan's attack was sharp, he was still no match for Yang Ling.

Yang Ling used his palm instead of a knife to block the opponent's sword light and chopped it to the ground.

"Bang~" With a loud collision sound, Yang Fan vomited blood and flew backwards and fell to the ground.

Although all this sounds slow, it is actually completed in an instant.

Many warriors around were dumbfounded. This scene overturned their cognition.

He was a direct descendant of the Yang family! How could he be killed in one move?
For a moment, everyone was silent and dared not move. They looked at Yang Ling with eyes full of awe and fear. (End of this chapter)