Immortals of the End Times

The next twenty days passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Wuji frequently traveled between the secret areas of Balong Mountain.

He repeatedly used the head-regeneration technique, silently eroding the remaining resentment within Xiang Yu's head.

This was repeated three times in a row.

The royal family's restrictions on the thirty-six chains have been breached, and ninety percent of Xiang Yu's lingering resentment has been refined.

The last ounce, however, was deliberately withheld by him, as if it were hanging by a thread.

This would both lull Wang Wujiang into a false sense of security and prevent him from noticing, and also serve as a covert measure for future surprise attacks.

At dawn that day, inside the Sword Rain Tower, the sword-shaped jade talisman at Zhao Wuji's waist suddenly trembled.

The final decision of the Qilin Sword Sect has finally arrived:
"If the inner golden core has been formed and the blood talisman has already set up a backlash, our sect's Sword Lord Wentian can come and assist in the battle!"

However, you must fulfill your promise and lure Wang Wujiang out of the Wang family's fourth-level spiritual vein before the sect leader will intervene; otherwise, the sect leader will not appear.

Zhao Wuji withdrew his divine sense, and golden light flashed like lightning in his eyes.

The Qilin Sword Sect's response was more radical than he had expected.

The Sword Master of Asking Heaven was actually willing to take action personally!

"It seems that this Sword Lord's fear of Wang Wujiang is deeper than rumored. But, he actually wants me to lure Wang Wujiang out?"

He stroked the sword-shaped jade talisman with his fingertips, deep in thought.

Those who can be granted the title of "Jun" are almost all Nascent Soul True Lords.

Although the Sword Lord of Asking Heaven is not a Nascent Soul True Lord, but only at the Golden Core Perfection Realm, he is still a sword cultivator.

In this degenerate age, a sword cultivator who has reached the Golden Core stage can indeed be called a sovereign. Once spiritual energy recovers, he will surely be able to overcome the Nascent Soul tribulation and achieve the Nascent Soul stage.

"but."

Zhao Wuji suddenly chuckled softly.

This Sword Lord was clearly also wary of the Dharma-ending Age, the advantageous location of the Level 4 spiritual vein, and Xiang Yu's head.

The phrase "personally assisting" was, in essence, nothing more than a ploy for Zhao Wuji to lure Wang Wujiang out of the lion's den.

But this condition is already an enormous concession that the other party can offer.

It should be noted that even though Wang Wujiang ran away from the Wang family, he was still a great cultivator at the Golden Core Perfection stage.

Who is the sect leader of the Qilin Sword Sect?

How could they not know the saying, "If you try to kill a snake, you'll get bitten instead"?

Upon closer examination, it turns out that the sect leader agreed to this matter not because he valued Yan Lan's and Yan Lan's inner realm Golden Core cultivation.

In reality, it was due to his extraordinary abilities and his slight fear of that old monster Wang Wujiang.

They probably feared that things might change if they delayed.

When the tide of spiritual energy revival sweeps in, even if the scheme to control Hua Qingshuang fails, it will only ruin Wang Wujiang's plan to take Xiang Yu's head.

"But if we're talking about breaking through to the Nascent Soul realm, that old monster possesses two level-four spiritual veins from the Wang family; he might very well be able to force his way through."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered, knowing that the Sword Lord Wentian had the same idea as him.

"That makes things easier. Luring Wang Wujiang out of the Wang family is difficult for others to do. After all, even if a Golden Core cultivator leaves the Wang family, he will at most leave with his spiritual avatar, not his true body."

"But if I take the Peak Master away..."

A smile appeared on Zhao Wuji's lips as he activated the sword-shaped jade talisman in response.

"I have already condensed my inner golden core. In the coming days, while stabilizing and strengthening the golden core, I will also make ample preparations. I look forward to hearing good news from Senior Heavenly Sword Lord!"

After sending the message, he closed his five fingers, the jade talisman's spiritual light suddenly disappeared, and he looked up at the deepening twilight outside the window.

"The time is almost up. The day after tomorrow is the night of the full moon. We can use Madam Hua to bring out Wang Shouzhen, the second most important person in the Wang family."

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

It was a night of full moon.

At such times, Hua Feng, the matriarch of the Hua clan, would descend the mountain and infiltrate the vicinity of the Xuanming Dynasty's capital, transforming into the fearsome silver-haired old demon, roaming around and hunting down rogue cultivators.

With her cultivation level at the late stage of the Concentration Realm, very few rogue cultivators have been able to escape her clutches over the years.

However, once she transforms into the silver-haired old demon, her mind becomes muddled, leaving only the instinct to kill.

In addition, the Xuanming Dynasty already had a fearsome reputation for the Silver-Haired Old Demon.

On the occasion of a full moon, the rogue cultivators would all avoid going out, so in recent years, there haven't been many cultivators who have actually fallen victim to her.

Zhao Wuji was in stealth mode, his figure as fast as lightning, and he quickly descended the mountain, heading straight for Han Ya Ferry at the foot of Wang Family Tyrant Dragon Mountain.

Before long, they arrived at their destination.

A chilling wind blows through the area, and withered trees lie askew.

Several crows perched on the old tree, emitting hoarse cries.

He hid in the shadows of the trees, his invisibility spell concealing all traces of his presence, waiting for his chance.

As night deepened, the cold moon hung in the sky.

The ferry crossing was shrouded in mist, giving off a faint sense of bleakness.

The withered branches of the tree stretched out their claws in the pale moonlight.

"rustle!"

At the exit of the secret passage in Balong Mountain, several miles ahead, the withered vines suddenly trembled, as if being manipulated by an invisible hand.

A silver-haired figure floated out like a ghost and landed silently on the ground.

The old woman was hunched over, with a head of withered silver hair, her face twisted like the gnarled roots of a dead tree, and her wrinkles were covered with hideous blood vessels.

Her eyes were bloodshot and glowed eerily in the night. A strange smile spread across her lips, revealing her gleaming white teeth.

She was dressed in a pale white nightgown, the fabric fluttering even without wind, making her appear particularly eerie in the moonlight.

In particular, his body was surrounded by jet-black soul-locking runes.

A chilling aura emanated from the air, sending shivers down one's spine.

It was the manipulated matriarch of the Hua clan!

"As expected, he has arrived. This appearance is completely different from that of the Flower Clan's mistress. I'm afraid even the Wang family members would not be able to connect the silver-haired old demon with the Flower Clan's mistress."

Zhao Wuji's double pupils flickered slightly as he stared intently at Hua Feng, who had appeared over there, feeling a hint of surprise.

He had seen this mistress from afar before; although she was already showing signs of age, she still maintained the dignity of a matriarch of a noble family.

His current appearance, neither human nor ghost, is truly terrifying.

What exactly is the Wang family's purpose?

Is it merely for the purpose of humiliation?

However, this was not the time for him to make a move, as he was too close to the Wang family's Balong Mountain.

Zhao Wuji followed the silver-haired old demon like a ghost, moving through the moonlight.

Hua Feng's hunched figure swayed erratically among the withered trees, her silver hair as white as frost, gleaming with a cold luster in the moonlight.

She would sometimes pause, sometimes hurry along, but she always lingered fifty miles away from Balong Mountain, as if bound by invisible chains.

"Fifty li"

Zhao Wuji narrowed his double pupils slightly, his fingers twirling lightly. "It seems that a restriction has been placed, limiting their range of movement."

He chuckled softly, and the Dream Marriage Technique emerged like invisible threads.

The silver-haired old demon froze abruptly, his eyes surging with bloodlust. A moment later, he mechanically continued moving towards the capital like a puppet on strings.

"A soul-locking spell?"

As Zhao Wuji sensed the feedback from the spell, he smiled slightly, "It's just a superficial imitation of the Dream Marriage Technique."

His late-stage Golden Core spiritual sense surged through the area like a tidal wave, easily discerning the essence of the spell.

The other party merely planted a hypnotic obsession within Hua Feng's soul, a belief that she must not stray far.

What might be difficult for ordinary people to understand, he could solve with ease.

As her silver hair fluttered, Hua Feng had already crossed the hundred-mile boundary.

A glint flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes, and with a flick of his sleeves, the Second Heavenly Pot opened its maw like a giant beast, instantly swallowing the hunched figure.

"boom!"

At the same moment, inside the Wang family's secret realm, Wang Shouzhen, who was meditating and cultivating, suddenly opened his eyes, and the blood moon spun in his double pupils.

He suddenly stood up, looking astonished.

"Hua Feng."

Wang Shouzhen's expression was gloomy, and he could no longer sense Hua Feng's presence.

He suddenly took out the Soul-Locking Jade, only to find that the jade had dimmed and the traces of Hua Feng's movements were visible within it.

The trail lingered for a moment fifty miles away, but ultimately vanished into thin air a hundred miles away.

"How could she have disappeared a hundred miles away? This is beyond my understanding of her."

A flash of blood-red light appeared in Wang Shouzhen's double pupils, and his divine sense spread out like a tide, instantly covering an area of ​​a hundred miles, yet no trace could be detected.

It was as if Hua Feng had never appeared.

"As expected, the second head of the Wang family has arrived."

In the distance, Zhao Wuji, hidden in the shadows, smiled slightly.

He had already concealed his presence using invisibility techniques, waiting patiently for the fish to take the bait.

However, the other party is only using their divine sense to investigate; it's not time to close the net yet.

"What's going on?"

Inside the cultivation room, Wang Shouzhen's brows were furrowed with gloom, his heart filled with doubt and unease.

Hua Feng is the final crucial link in her elder brother Wang Wujiang's plan to manipulate Xiang Yu's head. If something happens to her, the consequences will be unimaginable.

He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately dared not be negligent.

With a flash, he formed a hand seal and transformed into a streak of black light, quietly leaving the Wang family's secret place and heading straight for the place where Hua Feng disappeared a hundred miles away.

After a long while, Wang Shouzhen stood in mid-air and scanned his surroundings with his divine sense again, but still found nothing.

His face grew increasingly grim, and he muttered to himself, "Could it be that someone has discovered Hua Feng's identity and is interfering, trying to ruin Big Brother's plans?"

He dared not delay, and took out a blood-red talisman. He made a hand seal with his fingertips, trying to use the Soul-Locking Spell to sense Hua Feng's location in reverse.

However, the talisman had just ignited a wisp of blood flame when it suddenly went out, as if Hua Feng had died and no longer existed in this world, and not a trace of her aura could be traced.

"not good!"

Wang Shouzhen's heart skipped a beat, realizing the seriousness of the situation, and he was about to send a message to his elder brother, Wang Wujiang.

But then a low laugh came from the void.

"Second Master Wang, since you're here, please come in and be our guest!"

"who!?"

Wang Shouzhen suddenly turned around, and in that instant, his pupils shrank to the size of needles.

The world before his eyes seemed to be torn apart by a pair of double pupils.

Zhao Wuji's eyes were like two blood moons hanging high, and the illusory head of Xiang Yu appeared on his face in a ferocious manner. His black hair danced wildly, and he even resembled the real head in the secret place by seven points!

"Xiang Yu?!"

Wang Shouzhen was struck as if by lightning, and his spiritual energy instantly froze.

The fear of being suppressed by bloodline came too suddenly.

It was as if a tomb raider from a thousand years ago had stumbled upon the tomb owner awakening in the coffin, causing even the golden core to tremble.

In that instant of losing control
"boom!"

The Ninefold Realm of Eyes descended like a blood-red curtain, pulling Wang Shouzhen's mind into endless darkness.

"Ninefold Pupil Realm? Who are you, and how have you cultivated my Wang family's pupil techniques to such a high level?"

Wang Shouzhen was, after all, a Golden Core cultivator. His mind was pulled into layers of dark vision, but he quickly suppressed his shock.

Three blood moons swirled wildly within his double pupils as he sneered, "My Wang family's pupil techniques can't even trap a member of the Wang family!"

Before he finished speaking, a flash of sword light suddenly appeared in the darkness.

The sword intent was like the rising sun, magnificent and intense, yet carrying an incomparably exhilarating feeling, soaring straight to the heavens. It was Zhao Wuji's first level of Nirvana Sword Intent.

"Mere sword intent! Break!"

Wang Shouzhen let out a cold shout, his double pupils enveloping his divine sense, and suddenly shot out a beam of dark light. It was none other than the "Soul-Slaying Divine Nail," which he had cultivated for a hundred years.

The moment the black nail collided with the sword light.

Wang Shouzhen suddenly groaned and retreated violently, his physical body outside the boundary bleeding from all seven orifices, his mind and spirit trembling.

Late stage of Golden Core!?
How could a powerful expert at the late Golden Core stage devise a plan to deal with him?

Could it be that they're after his older brother, or the Wang family?

These thoughts had barely formed when he had no time to think about them.

Because the true meaning of Nirvana hidden in the sword light was like a bone-deep infection, after the exhilarating experience, the boundless darkness, like an abyss of despair, overwhelmed his consciousness.

Darkness is coming!

A strong sense of despair welled up inside me!

Wang Shouzhen seemed to see the thirty-six chains in the secret place breaking inch by inch, and Xiang Yu's head being held up by Zhao Wuji's hands.

He saw his elder brother, Wang Wujiang, kneeling on the ground, his forehead pressed against the young man's shoe tip.

Finally, he found himself holding his own head, offering it up like a servant.
"Absurd! This is impossible!"

Wang Shouzhen roared, his golden core divine sense erupting like a volcano, but it only stirred up a few ripples in the boundless darkness.

It was like a stone falling into a deep ocean, creating ripples for a moment.

At this moment.

A hand wrapped in green light was already pressed against the top of his body.

A fleeting glimpse of the hazy Second Heaven space.

Like a giant whale swallowing the sea, it pulled his still-dazed body completely into it!
The second Heavenly Chamber was only about four zhang in diameter, shrouded in mist.

Zhao Wuji followed, his black robe fluttering, and suddenly he waved his sleeve.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three hangover-relieving stones burst forth from the storage bag and hovered in mid-air.

The earth stone is as solid as topaz, the human stone is as smooth as ice crystal, and the golden goblet stone has an amber luster.

The surface of the three stones suddenly glowed with wine-like patterns, and countless seal characters, like swimming fish strung together, outlined a triangular formation in the void.

"The Dionysian Formation begins!"

Zhao Wuji flipped his palm and opened half a jar of Dibao wine.

"Wow!"

The wine poured out like a waterfall of blood.

The aroma of wine condenses into a tangible crimson glow, intertwining with the pure, turbid, and malevolent energies bursting forth from the three stones, instantly evolving into a dreamlike realm of "drunken life and dreamlike death."

Wang Shouzhen staggered and fell into the formation, his body feeling as heavy as lead, but his eyes were filled with a hazy, intoxicated look.

"Ugh!!"

The veins on his neck bulged, but his consciousness remained trapped in the Ninefold Pupil Realm.

The Nirvana Sword Intent is like a phoenix constantly reborn in the darkness, each flap of its wings stirring up a tidal wave of despair.

He frantically consumed his divine sense to unleash the Soul-Slaying Divine Nails, the black light pouring down like a torrential rain, yet it could not extinguish the ever-flowing sword light that brought boundless despair, and he could not see a single ray of light behind the darkness.

"Stop struggling!"

Zhao Wuji smiled faintly, his hands behind his back.

Suddenly, he brought out his family's secret golden needles.

Eighteen family-inherited golden needles, imbued with the spiritual light of needle manipulation techniques, pierced Wang Shouzhen's major acupoints such as Baihui and Tanzhong like phoenix feathers skimming the sky.

As the needle trembled, it trailed pale golden threads that connected with the energy of the three sobering stones, pinning his body to the eye of the God of Wine formation.

"Tongyou!"

Zhao Wuji's pupils suddenly split into four lobes, and the Netherworld Technique transformed into a gust of yin wind, penetrating into the opponent's crown chakra.

"Well!!"

Wang Shouzhen's spirit was struck as if by lightning, blood gushing from his seven orifices, his face contorted in a grotesque grimace.

"Whoosh!!"

The ethereal blue light of the talismanic water technique enveloped the golden needle, following closely behind, traveling along the eight extraordinary meridians to forcibly suppress the rampaging and struggling Yin spirit within its body.

With a flick of his sleeve, Zhao Wuji unleashed a "hum" and more than ten Blood King Gu worms flew out from the First Heavenly Pot.

"Grumpy"

Some of the Blood King Gu took the opportunity to burrow into Wang Shouzhen's cochlea and form a web deep within his brain.

Some of them rush into the sea of ​​consciousness between the eyebrows, binding the soul.

Wang Shouzhen's face was twisted like a demon, and a broken roar was squeezed out of his throat.

"The Golden Core cultivator's resistance is quite fierce!"

Sweat gradually beaded on Zhao Wuji's forehead, and his late-stage Golden Core consciousness surged like boiling water.

Controlling a Golden Core cultivator consumes far more energy than expected, as if pulling a small hill!

"Crack!"

As the last golden needle was driven into his dantian, Wang Shouzhen suddenly stiffened.

The blood moon in his pupils shattered, turning into two dull golden points.

The Yin Soul Spirit Pivot has been completely locked up by the Blood King Gu combined with the Netherworld Communication Technique and the Talisman Water Technique.

"call!!"

Zhao Wuji exhaled, and the illusory head of Xiang Yu on his face gradually disappeared.

He gazed at Wang Shouzhen, whose spirit was now imprisoned, and was filled with a myriad of emotions.

It is reasonable that after a Golden Core cultivator's lifespan is extended, their spiritual soul is also strengthened.

If the soul does not grow and only the physical body lives long, wouldn't the ghost cultivators of ancient times have no concept of lifespan and could directly obtain immortality?
This is why the souls of Golden Core cultivators are far stronger than those of Condensation cultivators, and are much more difficult to control.

Even now, his spiritual sense has reached the late stage of the Golden Core realm.

Controlling this one Golden Core cultivator is already the limit. Unless Star River Daoist is released, controlling another one would probably be beyond my capabilities.

His gaze turned cold as he looked at Wang Shouzhen and asked in a deep voice, "Second Patriarch Wang, why were you able to manipulate Hua Feng, the matriarch of the Hua family, into a silver-haired old demon?"

Although Wang Shouzhen was controlled by the Netherworld Technique, he had only been controlled for a short time, and the soul of a Golden Core cultivator could still resist some of the erosion of his will. His reply was slightly hesitant: "Hua Feng... carries the fortune bestowed upon the Hua clan by King Xiang for thousands of years... Humiliating her and causing her to do evil will suppress King Xiang's fortune..."

Zhao Wuji was startled and instantly understood.

That's it!

The matriarch of the Hua clan represents the destiny of the Hua clan. The Wang family manipulates her into a silver-haired old demon, causing evil everywhere, in order to completely suppress the destiny bestowed upon the Hua clan by King Xiang!

In this way, the Hua family will never be able to rise again and will be controlled by the Wang family for generations to come!
What a cruel method!

He pressed on, "Then what is the purpose of the 'Six Dragons Paying Homage to the King' plan?"

Wang Shouzhen's eyes were glazed over as he slowly said, "The Six Dragons Rising to Power... involves the dragon veins and fortunes of multiple small kingdoms and minor grotto-heavens... as well as two mass graves on the border of the Xuanming Dynasty..."

A mass grave?!

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted slightly, and a chill ran through him.

No wonder the Wang family has been so lavish in cultivating resources and training cultivators over the years, yet they have still been able to maintain two level-four spiritual veins without drying up in the Dharma-ending Age.

It turns out that the life force of the spiritual veins was forcibly maintained by relying on the spiritual energy of the mass graves and the dragon veins of several small countries!

This is using the spirituality of a vast number of living beings to combat the depletion of spiritual energy in the Dharma-ending Age...

The Wang family is truly depraved!

No wonder the Qilin Sword Sect wanted to deal with the Wang family.

After pondering for a while, Zhao Wuji asked some more questions, then opened the Pot Heaven Space and let Wang Shouzhen leave.

Watching the other person's disappearing figure and the still-established control connection, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Now, the second head of the Wang family has been completely controlled by him and has become an important pawn in his plan.

This pawn will play a crucial role in the future confrontation with Wang Wujiang and in assisting the peak master to control the Wang family.

He looked at Hua Feng, who had finished her reverie and fallen into a coma, and frowned slightly.

He immediately picked up the old woman, made a hand seal to cast an invisibility spell, and moved like lightning back to the entrance of the secret passage at the foot of Balong Mountain.

The night was deep, and the withered trees at Hanya Ferry swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound.

Zhao Wuji kept walking, carrying his eighty-year-old mother, following the route Hua Qingshuang had previously told him, passing through winding secret passages, and soon arrived at the depths of the Hua family's ancestral home.

Inside the Hua family's ancestral home, all was quiet.

Zhao Wuji possessed the double pupil technique, easily bypassing several restrictions and settling Hua Feng in his master bedroom.

"There are no servants around the master bedroom of the Hua family matriarch; it seems they have been under the control of the Wang family for a long time."

Zhao Wuji shook his head, then made a hand seal to cast the Dream Marriage Technique, invading Hua Feng's sea of ​​consciousness and easily suppressing the Soul-Locking Curse set up by Wang Wujiang.

"wake up."

Zhao Wuji gave a low shout, and Hua Feng trembled, her crimson eyes gradually regaining their clarity.

She looked around blankly, her gaze finally settling on Zhao Wuji, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes: "You are...?"

"Mistress Hua, I am a friend of Hua Qingshuang."

Zhao Wuji said calmly, "You have been controlled by the Wang family's Soul-Locking Curse for many years, and now I have broken the curse for you."

Upon hearing this, Hua Feng's expression changed drastically, as if she had remembered something, and a look of pain appeared in her eyes.

"I...I've been like this all these years..."

Her voice trembled, clearly recalling what she had done when she transformed into the silver-haired old demon.

Zhao Wuji didn't say much, but took out a jade slip and handed it to her: "This is what Peak Master Hua asked me to pass on to you. It contains her divine message."

"Qing Shuang? My good child."

Hua Feng looked astonished as she took the jade slip and scanned it with her divine sense. A complex expression immediately appeared in her eyes.

After a long silence, she took a deep breath, looked up at Zhao Wuji, and said in a deep voice, "I am aware of your plan. The Wang family... indeed deserves to perish, but how confident are you? Even with Leng Yun and the Qilin Sword Sect added to the mix."

“Mistress, you need not worry.”

Zhao Wuji smiled reassuringly and nodded slightly: "You can rest here for now. As for other matters, the Qilin Sword Sect, Senior Hua, and I will handle them ourselves."

I have suppressed the Soul-Locking Curse for you. It is not time to break this curse yet. I will come back to find you when the time is right.

Hua Feng remained silent for a moment, knowing that the young man in front of her was unfathomable, but had already gained the approval of Hua Qingshuang and Hua Lengyun, and was trustworthy. She immediately nodded: "Okay."

Zhao Wuji didn't linger any longer, turned and left the secret room, his figure blending into the night like ink.

Next, we need to inform the Qilin Sword Sect's Sword Master Wentian to prepare for an opportune day to take action.

On Hua Qingshuang's side, the inner golden core has been formed, the blood talisman has been transferred, and it can shatter at any time and cause a backlash.

Hua Feng could become a key element in restraining the Wang family.

If Hua Qingshuang is Wang Wujiang's hope for controlling Xiang Yu's head.

Therefore, Hua Feng is the lifeline that Wang Wujiang controls for the Hua clan.

As long as he takes both the grandmother and daughter out of the Wang family...
"Ah"

Zhao Wuji chuckled lightly, already anticipating the scene of Wang Wujiang's furious pursuit.

That will be the perfect time for the Sword Lord of Asking Heaven to make his move and carry out the decapitation plan!
He returned to Sword Rain Tower, his black robes fluttering in the wind, and looked up towards the direction of Tyrant Dragon Mountain.

There, the head of Xiang Yu, which had been 90% refined and bound by the thirty-six chains, was resonating with him.

“It’s time”

Zhao Wuji took out the communication jade talisman of the Qilin Sword Sect, and a spiritual light flashed between his fingers:
"Seven days later, when the moon will be hidden."

“I will leave the Wang family with Hua Qingshuang and Hua Feng.”

Wang Wujiang will definitely chase after them personally.

"That will be the perfect opportunity for Senior Sword Master to make his move!"

The jade talisman suddenly shone brightly, and the message was quickly sent out.

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, the blood moon rotating in his double pupils, and the illusory head of Xiang Yu appearing and disappearing on his face.

This long-planned assassination plot is finally about to reach its final moment of reckoning.
(End of this chapter)