Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

As the name suggests, the Nameless Mausoleum is where only nameless people are buried.

Ping Le City has been plagued by beast tides for many years, each time resulting in heavy casualties.

Since the monsters are inherently ferocious, many of the corpses they leave behind cannot be identified, so they can only be buried in nameless tombs.

Some were cultivators, but the majority were mortals, making up a full 90%.

The nameless tomb is located in a wasteland south of the city. Logically speaking, the burial site for the corpse should be located outside Ping Le City, as it is a large area.

But death is a serious matter, and burial is the best way to ensure peace. Those buried in the nameless tombs all died fighting against the beast tide. If they are not properly settled, their graves will be destroyed after death, which will chill people's hearts.

Therefore, the city lord decided to place the nameless tomb in the city so that the cultivators and mortals who died in the beast tide could rest in peace after death.

Liu Kaiyang, supporting the consumptive ghost, arrived at the south of the city. After descending with his escape light, a Qi Refining cultivator on duty came up to inquire.

Liu Kaiyang revealed his identity jade token, and the Qi Refining cultivator silently bowed, stepped aside, and said no more.

The nameless mausoleum was filled with mounds of graves. Liu Kaiyang, supporting the consumptive ghost, searched for a long time before finally arriving at a secluded open space.

He placed the tuberculosis demon on the ground, then raised his hand to form a hand seal, performing an earth-gathering technique.

The yellow soil on the ground flowed slowly, like quicksand, piling up into a mound. A deep pit appeared on the ground next to it, just big enough to hold the tuberculosis demon.

Liu Kaiyang placed the consumptive ghost in the pit, hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and flicked the storage bag at his waist, taking out the fiery red longsword.

He gazed at the consumptive ghost's calm face and whispered, "Don't blame me. The elder is unwilling to save you, and I have no magic pills to help you recover from your injuries."

"A short pain is worse than a long one. Rather than being left half-dead and suffering this pain, it's better to get out of this sea of ​​suffering sooner."

"May your soul be able to reincarnate sooner, so that you will not be reborn into this world again and suffer the bullying of the demon race..."

As he spoke, he pointed with his fingers, and the fiery red longsword slowly fell, gently stabbing towards the consumptive ghost's left chest.

But a powerful resistance came from the tip of the blade, and the fiery red longsword could not advance an inch.

Liu Kaiyang was taken aback, then activated his true essence, raised his fiery red longsword slightly, and then thrust it down heavily, but it was still blocked by the black robe.

Liu Kaiyang was stunned, staring at the black robe on the consumptive ghost, and his hand seals suddenly changed.

The fiery red longsword flew into the air, a layer of crimson flames rose up, enveloping the blade and illuminating the night sky.

"cut!"

Liu Kaiyang pointed his fingers, and the Crimson Flame Longsword came crashing down, striking the consumptive ghost's left chest with tremendous force. It was astonishing, yet it seemed as if it had struck the hard hide of a level-five demon beast. The blade bounced high into the air under the immense recoil, almost losing control.

With a quick thought, Liu Kaiyang managed to barely control the fiery red longsword, and the layer of crimson flames burst forth and vanished into thin air.

He looked closely and saw that the black robe on the consumptive ghost was still intact, without even a single mark left on it.

Liu Kaiyang's expression changed slightly. He had tried his best, but he couldn't even leave a wound. What kind of treasure was this black robe?

But Elder Shi personally investigated and found no clue whatsoever...

Liu Kaiyang's mind was in turmoil. After a moment of contemplation, he took two steps forward and said in a low voice, "You are already doomed. Keeping this robe is useless to you. You might as well give it to me to save your life and kill a few more demonic beasts. That would be a way to avenge you..."

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed the consumptive ghost's collar, intending to take off his robes.

No matter how hard he tried, the black robe wouldn't budge, as if it were an extension of the consumptive demon's body. Liu Kaiyang straightened up, his brows furrowed, and muttered, "Could it be because you're not dead yet, and the robe has a spirit, refusing to leave your body?"

He glanced at his black robes, then at the slightly dull, fiery red longsword beside him. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth, raised his hand to form a hand seal, and crimson flames rose from the longsword. It fell again, slashing directly at the consumptive ghost's neck!
At the same time, Liu Kaiyang stepped back, keeping his eyes fixed on the black robe.

clang!
A clang of metal clashing rang out as the fiery red longsword struck the seemingly fragile neck of the consumptive demon. The demon bounced high into the air, spun around, and flew to the side, embedding itself deeply in the ground, trembling slightly.

Liu Kaiyang opened his eyes wide. The black robe did not protect its master on its own, but there was no mark left on the withered neck of the tuberculosis demon, as if it had only been lightly brushed by a blade of grass.

Although he had only recently established his foundation, his wealth was rather meager among foundation-establishing cultivators, and his fiery red longsword was merely a low-grade spiritual weapon.

But even with its full power, the magical weapon couldn't even break through the skin of the tuberculosis demon. Was the tuberculosis demon human or a demon?
If this person is a cultivator, how could their physical body be so powerful?

If this person is a demon beast, capable of transforming into human form, he must at least be a demon general, so how could he not carry a trace of demonic aura?

Suddenly, Liu Kaiyang seemed to remember something and murmured, "Could you be a body cultivator? Impossible, the elder once said that the body cultivation lineage has long been severed..."

Just then, he saw the tuberculosis demon's left thumb seem to twitch slightly.

Liu Kaiyang was startled and immediately used his escape technique to fly into the sky, retreating to a distance of several dozen feet.

He raised his hand and flicked the storage bag at his waist, took out a crimson iron shield, held it in front of him, and stared intently at the consumptive ghost. A bead of cold sweat slowly slid down his temple.

The night was deep, the moonlight was dim, and all around was deathly silent.

A quarter of an hour passed, and the consumptive ghost remained motionless. It seemed that what had just happened was just Liu Kaiyang's illusion.

But Liu Kaiyang was absolutely not mistaken; it was not an illusion.

He descended in a flash of light, arrived in front of the tuberculosis demon, slowly bent down, and extended his right hand to place it on the tuberculosis demon's wrist.

A few breaths later, he felt a faint pulse.

After another twenty breaths, a very faint throbbing sensation came from his fingertips, which seemed a little clearer than during the day.

Liu Kaiyang withdrew his right hand, his eyes shifting uncertainly, as if he were struggling.

Suddenly, he gritted his teeth: "Fortune favors the bold! This person's physical body is so strong, he must either have extraordinary cultivation or..."

He paused, his eyes growing even more resolute: "This person doesn't have the Blood Veil Gu on him, so he shouldn't be a member of the Demonic Cult."

"I have been cultivating diligently in Ping Le City, living a precarious life. It took me twenty-three years to finally establish my foundation. If this continues, I don't know when I will be able to form my core or my nascent soul."

"As long as this person isn't the kind of cold-blooded, ruthless, and ungrateful person, bestowing even a few treasures upon him would be an immense stroke of luck!"

Without further hesitation, he bent down again, lifted the consumptive ghost out of the grave, raised his hand to form a hand seal, and the yellow earth flowed back, filling the grave.

With a flash of light, Liu Kaiyang flew into the sky and headed north of the city.

Ping Le City has only one medium-sized spiritual vein, and its spiritual energy is extremely precious. Only the cave dwellings of Foundation Establishment cultivators are located on several mountain peaks in the north of the city.

Liu Kaiyang had only been at the Foundation Establishment stage for a few years, and his cave dwelling was quite remote with not much spiritual energy, but it was quiet and peaceful.

He flew back to his cave, encountering no other stewards along the way, and no one knew he had brought the consumptive ghost back to his cave. (End of Chapter)