Immortals of the End Times

"Exorcism Technique"

As Zhao Wuji processed the numerous messages flashing through his mind, he looked at Yang Su opposite him, his eyes flashing with a cold light. "Once I comprehend this technique, it will be much easier for me to control Yang Su's soul and make it work for me."

"What do you want to do?" Yang Su felt uneasy under Zhao Wuji's gaze and asked in a trembling voice.

Zhao Wuji chuckled lightly, "Naturally, I'll do what I want to do!"

Suddenly, his hands moved in a series of hand seals, their movements as swift as phantoms, and streaks of light burst forth from his fingertips.

He shouted in a low voice, "Exorcise the spirits!"

In an instant, a mysterious and unpredictable power surged from his palm, transforming into thousands of golden threads that enveloped Yang Su like a spider web.

The moment those silk threads touched Yang Su's body, they burrowed into his seven orifices as if they were alive.

"What...what are you going to do?!" Yang Su's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with shock and anger.

He struggled frantically, but his spiritual power was sealed and his consciousness was also unable to move. He could only watch helplessly as many golden threads intertwined into a net within his body, each one piercing deep into his soul.

"Ah!!" Yang Su suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream, his whole body convulsing like a shrimp.

He felt as if his soul was being invaded by an extremely domineering force, like ten thousand ants gnawing at his heart, or like being torn apart by a thousand knives.

"It hurts a lot at first, but it should get better after a while. Relax, my technique is very professional!"

Zhao Wuji remained indifferent, his fingertips lightly flicking the air.

The golden threads tightened instantly, and Yang Su's soul was forcibly controlled like a puppet on strings.

His expression shifted from shock and anger to terror, his eyes gradually lost their sparkle and became complex, before finally regaining their calm radiance.

"Your Majesty"

Yang Su's lips trembled, and he finally managed to utter those two words with difficulty.

His eyes were completely submissive, showing no sign of resistance whatsoever.

"Not bad!"

Zhao Wuji withdrew his spell with satisfaction, secretly marveling at the profound mystery of this spirit-driving technique.

Compared to the effort required to control Wang Shouzhen using the Tongyou Technique back then, it was now as easy as using an arm.

Of course, this also includes the fact that Yang Su is currently powerless to resist.

However, even if they resist, he could easily suppress them with his current strength.

"Everyone has their own expertise. This spirit-driving technique is indeed superior to the spirit-communicating technique in controlling the soul, after all, it has only been learned recently."

Zhao Wuji thought to himself, "When I get back, I can use this technique to consolidate my control over Wang Shouzhen and the others."

What surprised him even more now was that this spirit-exorcising technique could, to some extent, resist the impact of a Nascent Soul level primordial spirit.

This means that even when facing a Nascent Soul cultivator, he has the ability to protect himself, and as his cultivation level deepens, this will also become a means of counterattack!
Looking at Yang Su, who was completely submissive, Zhao Wuji's lips curled up slightly.

This piece will become an important hidden tool in his scheme against the Yang family.

"Look at your right arm, is there anything special about it?"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed, and his five fingers suddenly hooked onto Yang Su's right arm, instantly casting the Stone Boiling Technique.

Instantly, a cluster of dim yellow flames rose up.

"what!!"

Yang Su immediately let out a heart-wrenching scream, his entire arm flared up with crimson blood lines like a branding iron, and it seemed as if magma was surging beneath his skin.

"As expected. An arm that is impervious to water and fire, and invulnerable to swords and spears."

Zhao Wuji's double pupils suddenly contracted, and he saw that deep within the flesh and blood of the other party's arm, there seemed to be strands of dark gold blood vessels, moving between the meridians like living things.

Each blood vessel exudes a chilling, malevolent aura, like the roar of a tyrant from an ancient battlefield.

He pointed his fingers like a knife, and the Cold Soul Flying Sword suddenly flew out, spinning at his fingertips. With a sudden flash, the blade slashed towards Yang Su's arm.

"Zheng!"

The sound of metal clashing rang out, and dazzling sparks flew where the sword touched flesh.

That seemingly ordinary flesh and blood was now as hard as black iron, leaving only a shallow white mark on the surface.

"Such strong defense! It's almost comparable to the physical strength of the Crimson-Eyed Demon King."

Zhao Wuji felt a slight tremor in his heart.

He flipped his hand and suddenly took out Yang Peng's severed arm.

Compare the two phases.

At the severed point, the flesh and blood were as translucent as jade, the bones gleamed with a dark golden luster, and the true blood of Xiang Yu that had settled in the bone marrow had congealed into blood crystals the size of rice grains.

"laugh!"

The Frost Soul Flying Sword was suddenly drawn, its blade carrying a chilling aura as it slashed towards the severed arm.

"clang!"

The sword blade collided with the arm bone, producing a deafening roar like a great bell.

The level-five magic weapon, the Frost Soul Sword, struck with all its might, leaving only a faint sword mark on the bone surface. Instead, the sword's edge vibrated and hummed.

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted slightly as he lightly touched the sword mark with his fingertips.

He secretly compared it to his own Martial Immortal physique, which was at the mid-stage of the Golden Core True Form realm, and realized that it was inferior to this kind of defense.

"If I hadn't used my double pupils to see through the weak points of the joints and easily disassembled the arm like a butcher carving up an ox, I'm afraid it wouldn't have been so easy to break the arm."

He stared at the fine bloodstains at the base of the severed arm, which was the opening where the sword light had penetrated that day.

Suddenly, the blood crystals within the severed arm trembled violently, transforming into a jet of blood that shot out!
"Hmph!" Zhao Wuji was already on guard, and his eyes narrowed instantly.

A powerful spiritual force erupted like an invisible hand, easily freezing the blood arrow in mid-air and revealing the true nature of Xiang Yu's blood.

Within a single drop of dark golden blood, the faint outline of a thick, muscular arm emerged, radiating an aura of domineering ferocity.

"What a fine drop of Xiang Yu's true blood, drawn from his arm!"

Zhao Wuji flipped his hand and sealed the drop of blood into the jade box. The box sank and instantly became covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

The power contained in this drop of true blood is astonishing.

Zhao Wuji stared at the severed arm floating in front of him, golden light flowing deep in his double pupils, and secretly calculated: "Yang Peng's severed arm probably contains more than ten drops of true blood."

As the young master of the Yang family, Yang Su's cultivation was slightly inferior, but his bloodline was pure, and there should be about seven or eight drops in his right arm.

He turned to Yang Su, who looked submissive, and touched his forehead with his fingertip, causing the golden threads of the exorcism technique to glow slightly: "Be patient for a while longer. When your father, Yang Xiong, gets angry, I will take the opportunity to let you return to your family."

"Thank you, Lord!"

Yang Su responded with difficulty.

"At that time," Zhao Wuji smiled faintly, "I need you to use your status as the young master to bring me the Xiang Yu's right arm, which is secretly hidden by the Yang family. If there's an opportunity..."

His five fingers trembled, and the golden thread of the exorcism technique entered Yang Su's spirit. "Even your Yang family may not be able to change masters."

After a while.

The iron gate of the Sword Prison slammed shut, and Zhao Wuji left the Sword Prison, escorted by several sword servant disciples.

When they reappeared, they were already at the foot of Mount Ling within the Hutian space.

He suddenly summoned Yang Peng's severed arm and abruptly performed the stone-boiling technique.

The severed arm was instantly burned intensely, and the traces of Xiang Yu's true blood were slowly refined out. Then, it was drawn by the Western Chu Imperial Palace on the mountaintop, leaving a winding trail of blood on the crystal soil.

"King Xiang!"

With a low shout from Zhao Wuji, the palace dome suddenly shattered. "Hand!!"

With a low roar, Xiang Yu's true head, whose black hair danced like a raging dragon, broke through the air and arrived. The moment his double pupils locked onto the many essences of blood in the air, the entire sacred mountain trembled violently.

Drops of dark golden blood burst forth one after another, carrying a domineering and fierce power, transforming into eleven blood arrows that pierced the seven orifices of the true head.

In an instant, Xiang Yu's true power surged, his black hair danced wildly like ten thousand evil dragons, each strand seemingly entwined with the murderous aura that could shatter mountains and rivers.

"Roar!! This is my right arm!"

The overlord's roar shattered the clouds in the sky, and a sliver of clarity appeared in his crazed eyes, a long-lost rationality returning to his ferocious aura.

Zhao Wuji felt the golden patterns of the Head-Continuing Technique burning hot like a branding iron. The illusory image of the Heavenly Dao Eye, the fifth core of divine sense in his sea of ​​consciousness, was actually trembling slightly from the shock of this domineering and fierce power.

"King Xiang, I made a promise."

He stepped forward, his purple-gold unicorn robe fluttering in the wind, and declared, "I will surely help you, King Xiang, to reunite your true body. Today, this essence of blood from my right arm is just the beginning."

Xiang Yu's head hovered in mid-air, and for the first time, Zhao Wuji's figure was fully reflected in his crimson double pupils.

The malevolent aura entwined in the hair slightly subsided, and a wisp of remnant soul resonated with and was accompanied by the overlord's fortune, which rolled back along the golden patterns of the head-regeneration technique!

"boom!"

Zhao Wuji shuddered, feeling his mind churning.

The martial arts technique of "Overlord's Armor Removal" that he had comprehended in the past suddenly became clearer, and the method of using the double pupils was also as clear and thorough as if enlightened.

This recognition is far stronger than ever before!
Meanwhile, in Nanchu Prefecture, the ancestral home of the Yang family.

"boom!!"

A deafening roar shook the entire Yang family hall, causing all the spirit lamps inside to go out.

Only the blood flames burning fiercely within the giant cauldron in the center reflected Yang Xiong's gloomy, watery face.

"Master."

Yang Peng, his face deathly pale, blood-stained bandages wrapped around the severed part of his right arm, knelt on the ground, his voice hoarse: "That Zhao Wuji is truly arrogant! He doesn't take my Yang family seriously at all, he even boasted..."

“Even what?” Yang Xiong interrupted coldly, his voice low and rumbling like muffled thunder.

Yang Peng gritted his teeth and said, "He said that even if you, the patriarch, break through to the Nascent Soul stage, he would not care about your feelings if he wanted to cut off my arm!"

"presumptuous!"

Yang Xiong roared, and his spiritual pressure exploded.

The power of the Golden Core Great Perfection swept through the hall like a raging sea, causing the runes on the surrounding walls to flicker and the blue bricks on the ground to crack inch by inch!

His eyes flashed like lightning as he stared intently at Yang Peng's severed arm, his anger almost bursting forth.

"A mere junior who just joined the Qilin Sword Sect, relying on his some talent in swordsmanship and his scheme to trap and kill the Crimson-Eyed Demon King, dares to cut off your arm? He simply doesn't take me seriously!"

Yang Xiong laughed in anger, and with a flick of his sleeve, the flames inside the Blood Flame Cauldron suddenly surged, transforming into a ferocious blood python that coiled and roared within the hall.

"Originally, I was wary of the Qilin Sword Sect and planned to consolidate my foundation for a few more years before breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage. Now it seems that this so-called leader of the righteous path is also using his power to oppress others and has no sense of morality. So be it."

He clenched his fist, and the blood python instantly exploded, turning into a rain of blood that fell from the sky, each drop containing a chilling and ferocious aura.

"Pass down the order: immediately activate the Spirit Ascension Array and mobilize the entire clan to activate the Mountain Protection Array to assist me in breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage!"

Yang Xiong's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his voice was icy cold: "The first thing I will do when I reach the Nascent Soul stage is to make Zhao Wuji bow down and admit his mistake to my Yang family!"

Time flies, and two months have passed in the blink of an eye.

Nanchu Prefecture.

The news from the Yang family spread like wildfire.

Yang Xiong, the patriarch of the Yang family, has broken through to the Nascent Soul stage!
On this day, a letter with gold lettering traveled across thousands of miles between two states to reach the gates of the Qilin Sword Sect.

The four characters "Yuanying Grand Ceremony" on the post resembled coiled dragons and snakes.

The words exude a sharp and incisive quality, and were written by Yang Xiong himself.

"The Yang family... they're trying to get revenge."

Inside the Qilin Sword Sect, many disciples, upon hearing the news, gazed at the cave dwelling of the number one swordsman on Qingyu Peak and whispered among themselves.

"If Your Highness Jianzi doesn't go, wouldn't the impressive feat of capturing Yang Su and cutting off Yang Peng's arm become a joke?"

But if we go...

One disciple frowned and said worriedly, "That Yang Xiong has just advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, I'm afraid he'll embarrass His Highness in public!"

Amidst the murmurs, inside the misty, purple-tinged cave, Zhao Wuji lightly tapped the jade tablet with his fingers, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"interesting."

He raised his eyes to look at the Grand Elder standing to the side, his eyes gleaming with golden light: "Elder Fang, let Yang Su go back."

The elder's expression shifted slightly.

"Let him take this invitation with him."

Zhao Wuji casually tossed the jade token onto the table, his voice like a cold pool. “Just say that I, Tian Qilin, am sending Yang Xiong a Nascent Soul congratulatory gift to send back the traitor who colluded with the demons of the Hewai Liezhou.”

A glint flashed in the Grand Elder's eyes, and he secretly praised him.

This move may seem like a concession, but it is actually a strategic retreat.

This saved face for the sect while throwing a notorious hot potato back to the Yang family.

After all, Yang Su, who had been tortured to the point of being emaciated, and a rebellious son of the family who colluded with demons from beyond the river, was more embarrassing to Yang Xiong than a corpse in that lively environment full of guests.

"Nascent Soul True Monarch"

The Grand Elder looked towards the direction of Nan Chu Prefecture, his white eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Even with its profound foundation, the Qilin Sword Sect would never willingly gain another Nascent Soul enemy.

That was truly brilliant!

A hint of amusement flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes; he had his own plans in mind.

Sending Yang Su away not only embarrassed Yang Xiong, but also made the existence of this Golden Core cultivator from the Yang family, who colluded with demons to attack other forces, enough to make the major forces in Nan Chu Prefecture wary of the Yang family and secretly take precautions.

More importantly, Yang Su's return, on the surface, was a concession to the Yang family, but in reality, it concealed a deadly intent.

Once this piece returns to the Yang family, that will be the true beginning of his grand scheme!
After Yang Su returned home, he secretly worked under the guise of the young master of the Yang family to ascertain the true strength and weaknesses of the Yang family and lay the groundwork for their future.
At that time, the entire Yang family will become his playthings!

He looked up at the Grand Elder and smiled, "Elder Fang, when shall we set off for the Immortal Saint Sect in Zhongzhou?"

The Grand Elder stroked his beard and pondered, "According to the schedule, if Your Highness wishes to set off earlier, we can depart tomorrow. It will take more than ten days to reach the Immortal Saint Sect."

"So good!"

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly.

This trip to the Immortal Saint Sect is expected to last for more than two months.

This period of time was just enough for Yang Su to return to the Yang family and secretly work out the arrangements and plans he had been instructed to make.

When the time is right, Yang Xiong of the Yang family will be the next Wang Wujiang.

This time, however, the Sword Master Wentian will not take action against Yang Xiong; he will personally handle all the planning.

Therefore, his strength still needs to be further improved.

Fortunately, his swordsmanship has improved by leaps and bounds over the past two months by studying the Heavenly Sword Technique and the Thirty-Six Sword Steles in Sword Valley. He is only a little over a thousand points away from breaking through to the pinnacle.

With the Immortal Saint Sect gathering its heroes and sword cultivators from all over the land, a fierce battle between dragons and tigers is sure to ensue.

perhaps
It can help him achieve a breakthrough.
(End of this chapter)