Dongxuan Spiritual Realm

Chapter 43: Taiyin Ghost Path
Young Master Duhun carefully asked the villagers about the appearance of the three sword immortals who came at noon, the color and shape of the sword light, and their description of the horse monster.

Yang Qisheng and his companions didn't stay there long and soon flew away. They came on swords and left on swords. During this time, Wang Huyue killed the Willow God. Apart from that, he neither announced his name nor showed any magic that could reveal his identity.

The villagers in the mountains have little knowledge and have not been educated. They have poor expressive skills and are not good at speaking.

Jing Zijian, the most eloquent man in the village, was killed by Master Duhun. His soul was stored in a fan and he could no longer make any sound.

The remaining five were tongue-tied and could not describe clearly at all, and could not even describe the shape of the sword light.

Young Master Duhun couldn't guess who the three sword immortals were, and he also misjudged the horse demon. He thought it was most likely a wild horse in the mountains that had turned into a spirit. In recent years, due to the influence of the Universal Ceremony, human cultivation had slowed down a lot, and the situation with demons was even worse. Even if there were tigers, leopards, foxes, or wolves that had turned into spirits, they would not have much power. If he added a horse to his "Soul Crossing Fan", it would look better and add some wildness.

He has a very high opinion of himself and does not take sword immortals of the same level seriously. Even if he faces someone who has already established a cauldron and refined his energy, he believes he still has a 30% chance of winning.

Just an ordinary sword immortal in the Demon Refining Stage can be caught and made into a paper figurine to carry the sedan chair. The little horse demon can also be kept to pull the cart.

Let him gather all the villagers and ask them where the village cemetery is.

Everyone in the village has the surname Jing. The cemeteries are concentrated in the back mountain, not far from each other. Master Duhun got on the sedan chair and came to the front of the cemetery, then got off the sedan chair and cast a spell.

Yang Qisheng had been watching from a distance and saw that the villagers had moved the pig and sheep sacrifices to the side of the cemetery, and had made a lot of soul-calling banners. After arranging them into a formation, they held a soul-calling ceremony.

Not long after, the graves began to move, the corpses were awakened, and rotten human hands stretched out from the inside, digging up the soil and crawling out.

After a person dies, the three souls leave the body and turn into ghosts. If nothing unexpected happens, they will completely disappear between heaven and earth after a short time.

The seven souls that remain in the body become a corpse, which will rot along with the body after a while.

Only if the seven souls are not dispersed can the corpse become a zombie, a walking corpse, a jumping corpse, a flying corpse, or a hanging corpse. If the seven souls are dispersed, all that is left is a pile of rotten meat, no different from chicken, duck, or fish.

The corpses summoned by Young Master Duhun were those that had died not long ago and whose seven souls had not yet dispersed.

There were few people in the village, and there were not many deaths to begin with. There were also stillborn babies and decayed old people, so in the end there were only six people left.

There were six zombies, their bodies covered in bruises, their skin rotted and falling apart in some places, and maggots crawling all over them. It was extremely terrifying.

Young Master Duhun condensed the fierce ghost energy that he had cultivated in his stomach into his fingertips, drew six fierce ghost talismans in the air, and hit them into the zombie's forehead.

The zombies, which had been slow to move and had dull faces, immediately bared their teeth and claws, their features twisted, becoming hideous and terrifying. Their throats had also rotted away, and they let out roars that were sometimes louder and sometimes softer, like broken gongs.

"That's right." Young Master Duhun issued an order to these fierce ghost zombies, "Go find me a short knife, about this long and this wide, with the smell of human blood and a special evil aura..."

On the hilltop, Wang Huyue lowered his voice and said, "He really is here for the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword!"

"Is he going to rely on these zombies with rotten noses and eyes to find the magic knife?"

"He injected evil spirits into the zombies, probably to make them resonate with the magic sword, or perhaps for some other purpose. The methods of the Taiyin Ghost Dao are often bizarre and difficult for outsiders to understand."

"In this way, he should be able to find the entrance to the general's tomb quickly." Yang Qisheng pondered, "We should help him and let him meet the horse demon as soon as possible so that they can both suffer losses."

Wang Huyue's face was filled with worry. "It's best for us to just sit back and watch the fire from the other side of the river and not get involved. His ghostly magic is very strange. I feel like he can find us at any moment."

Yang Qisheng frowned slightly, thinking that the older one gets in the martial arts world, the less courageous one becomes. After all, he was a sword immortal at the level of Liansha, but he was frightened like this.

"I'm worried that the horse demon might not fight him to the death, but instead become like-minded and join forces with him. Then we'll..."

"So what? A demon, a demon man, we have to get rid of him anyway." Yang Qisheng said, "No matter how strange his ghostly methods are, they can't break my Five Elements Sword Formation. The two of us can fight him together."

Wang Huyue's face was filled with embarrassment, and he finally said, "I'm not particularly afraid of him, but I'm afraid of his master. Fellow Daoist, you may not know this, but his master is Judge Cui of the Soul-Snatching Gong, one of the Eight Ghost Immortals. He's a Ghostly Sword Immortal at the Golden Core Stage, and he's cultivated an Impermanence Soul-Snatching Golden Core within his abdomen. A single breath of his energy could take our lives, easier than killing an ant!"

Hearing that the other party was a master in the Jindan stage, Yang Qisheng stopped talking. That was definitely not something he could deal with at the moment.

He asked the Mingyi Zhenren in his mind through his thoughts whether he had heard of the Eight Ghost Immortals and the Impermanence Soul-Saving Pill.

This time, Mingyi Zhenren gave a clear answer: "The Eight Ghost Immortals were the disciples of the former Taiyin Ghost King."

When Yang Qisheng heard the name "Taiyin Ghost King" for the first time, he felt it sounded familiar. He suddenly remembered what Xue Yan said when he came to Longgao Mountain a few days ago. A hundred years ago, when the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation was in place, True Man Dayu and True Man Mingyi worked together to form the Heaven and Earth Divine Fire Sword Formation, killing and refining the Taiyin Ghost King!
He quickly asked Mingyi Zhenren, "Is it the Taiyin Ghost King?"

"It should be his disciple. The Ghost King of the Moon has many disciples, about a hundred or so. The Eight Ghost Immortals were only at the level of Li Ding Lian Gang back then, and were taking advantage of the crowd. After Senior Brother Da You and I killed the Ghost King of the Moon, his soul was shattered and swallowed up by the eight evil spirits.
We only destroyed one soul and one spirit. Later, most of the Taiyin Cult members perished in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, but many remnants took the opportunity to escape. Those eight were the most famous of the remnants. They did not return to the Taiyin Mountain headquarters, but have lived in seclusion in various locations since the Universal Grand Ceremony, rarely appearing in the past hundred years.

Yang Qisheng knew that a hundred years ago, Master Mingyi had accepted seven disciples, all of whom were masters of the Jindan stage. They traveled all over the world, doing good and eliminating evil. All the evil demons were frightened by them and fled at the first sign of their arrival, thus forming the Seven Swords of Zhaoye.

Among them was a young disciple who was an unparalleled genius and the prince of a certain country at the time. Immortal Mingyi regarded him as his last disciple and decided not to accept any more disciples from him. However, all of them were defeated in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, and two of them died at the hands of the Taiyin Ghost King!

Although Master Mingyi was indifferent, he could not help feeling sad and even shed tears whenever he thought of his disciple.

It was not until a hundred years later that he completely got over that sad past. He was ready to accept disciples again after the Universal Ceremony, and he accepted Ye Yunqiao and Yang Qisheng one after another.

Such a great hatred is irreconcilable.

Since he is our mortal enemy, there is no need to hold back. We must kill this Master Duhun today!
Yang Qisheng thought for a moment and asked Wang Huyue to stay in the Five Elements Formation with his apprentice: "Don't go out, they won't be able to see you."

Wang Huyue didn't know what he was going to do, so he had to agree: "Fellow Daoist, please be careful!"

Yang Qisheng pinched the sword gesture with his hands and performed the Huafeng Sword Escape. His body flashed, and his whole body merged with the sword energy, turning into a yellow light and sinking into the ground.

Many sects practice the Five Elements Escape Technique, but his sword escape technique is not only incredibly fast, but can also travel underground without hindrance and can completely conceal the breath. If you don't see it with your own eyes, you won't even notice that someone is traveling underground.

He is now only slightly faster than the ordinary earth escape technique, and his diving depth is limited. He can only move close to the ground surface, and there are many restrictions on moving through the rock layer.

When he entered the Demon Refining Stage and cultivated the Huafeng Sword Demon, and then walked underground, he would be like a fish in water, and everything would go as he wished.

He first went to the entrance of the general's tomb and took a look. It was dark inside and there was no movement at all. No one knew what the horse demon was doing.

He then rushed to Wanliu Village and found a zombie closest to the general's tomb, and used his sword to help the zombie move forward.

The zombie walked unsteadily and was not walking towards the general's tomb. It was supported by Hua Feng's sword energy and could take a distance of one or two meters with each step.

Master Duhun called a woman out of the sedan chair. A strong man among the villagers screamed in surprise, "Cui Jiao! What are you doing..."

It turned out that this woman was the strong man's wife. She disappeared yesterday and no one knew why she appeared in the sedan chair.

Cui Jiao was a little embarrassed when she saw her husband, but when she saw Master Duhun, she straightened her back and scolded him, "You asked me how I ended up in your sedan chair? I have to ask you something! You're just a useless piece of shit made of 80 kilograms of flour! Your parents are sick, and you can't even afford to see a doctor. What can I, as a daughter-in-law, do? I can only go back to my parents' home and see if I can borrow some money from my brothers, or at least bring back a few dozen eggs to nourish my parents-in-law! Who would have thought that I would encounter an evil spirit in a cemetery on the way? It's all thanks to you, Master, that I was saved."

The strong man said, "That's not right. Why did you take the silver bracelet off my mother's hand? And you left without saying goodbye. I also want to..."

"What the hell are you thinking? I haven't been back to my parents' home for more than half a year. If I suddenly go back to borrow money, what if my brother doesn't give it to me? I have to think of other ways. Sell the silver bracelet and get the money to pay for my parents-in-law's medical treatment."

Before the sturdy man could figure it out, the Soul-crossing Master said, "I saw your wife on the road. Seeing she was quite pretty, I took her into my sedan chair and enjoyed her a few times."

He looked at the dark mountains around him and said slowly, "I will stay here for a while. If you are willing, you can let her serve me. When I am done, I will return her to you and you can continue your lives. If you are not willing, I will kill you now and let her serve me again. When I leave in a few days, I will give her to someone else. Make your own choice."

"I... I..." This is the greatest humiliation in the world, which no normal man can endure, but the strong man has no choice. Young Master Duhun is not a human being, but a hungry ghost.

Some villagers have already thought about building a temple for Master Duhun and worshipping him as a true deity.

Master Duhun didn't need his reply. He asked Cuijiao to take out dozens of sets of white paper clothes from the sedan chair and give one set to each villager.

When the clothes were shaken open, they turned out to be robes. The white color was draped over the body, like a mourning robe. There was also a paper hat on the head, with paper tassels on both sides, like a spirit-calling banner.

After they were dressed, Master Duhun took out a jade bowl and asked them to cut their fingers and drip some blood into the bowl.

He was performing a ritual: "Devil's Knife, Devil's Knife, accept my sacrifice. Here is a delicious delicacy, come and enjoy it quickly. First, draw this blood, then eat the animal. The soul, bones and flesh, all are offered to you!"

As he made hand gestures, the blood in the bowl transformed into strands of qi and blood that spread out in the surroundings.

He wanted to use the blood in the bowl as bait and these villagers as sacrifices to lure out the magic knife. Once the magic knife moved, the zombies he had released earlier and his eight paper figures would sense it and immediately rush to where the magic knife was.

The blood and energy spread rapidly, and soon a bowl of blood was consumed. He then asked the villagers to cut their wrists and continue bleeding.

After consuming three bowls of blood in succession, he suddenly sensed that a zombie had been killed.

He injected fierce ghost energy into every zombie, and as soon as the evil energy dissipated, he would immediately sense it.

In the north!
He suddenly turned around and faced northwest, but a little doubt arose in his heart: How did that zombie run so far...

Then he heard the neighing of a wild horse!

(End of this chapter)