I forge immortality with spiritual treasures.

Chapter 106 Beheading
The stars shone brightly that day, and the night was as bright as day.

Therefore, Ying Chan rode a thin wisp of fire mist, flying into the night, and did not appear particularly conspicuous.

"Is this not the right place yet?"

Amidst the fiery clouds, Ying Chan held a spiritual essence in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed.

He had been searching under the moonlight for more than two hours, but still found nothing.

This is not because the Qi-Seeking Spell has malfunctioned, but rather because the principle of this spell is to seek the place with the densest Qi within the range.

It is unknown how many times Jiang Haiyue traveled through these mountains and endured arduous training in order to get rid of that unorthodox cultivator.

Ying Chan has been searching for Jiang Haiyue for so long, and Linghua has changed direction several times, passing through several battlefields littered with debris, but still has no trace of him.

Of course, he wouldn't give up.

"Go."

Ying Chan then released Ling Hua, letting it seek out a source of energy, while he rode a fiery cloud to follow behind.

Before long, Linghua found a majestic mountain with winding cliffs and towering peaks, its terrain incredibly complex.

Ying Chan's heart stirred.

If one is being chased, such a mountain is a perfect place to maneuver and fight, and also an excellent place to hide.

He could foresee that if Jiang Haiyue were to pass through this area during his escape, he would definitely choose to flee into the mountains.

Sure enough, once Linghua arrived at this place, it stopped changing direction, circled for a moment, and then headed into the mountains again.

Ying Chan's spirits lifted, and he was about to pursue them into the mountains when a sudden alarm bell rang in his mind.

If Jiang Haiyue is indeed hiding in the mountains, what will happen to the unorthodox cultivators?
Naturally, they would wait outside the mountain to prevent it from escaping!

Sure enough, just as he had this thought, he suddenly heard a whooshing sound coming from the direction of the wind.

Without hesitation, Ying Chan raised one palm and shouted, "Defend!"

The protective spell was triggered immediately, and a shimmering golden light appeared, surrounding Ying Chan's body.

The next instant, a chilling white mist suddenly crashed into it, causing ripples of golden light to spread, yet it remained unmoved.

"Oh?"

A cold laugh came from within the white mist: "Such methods exist? No wonder you were able to escape from my curse."

As soon as he finished speaking, white smoke rose high, and the tall, thin, unorthodox Taoist appeared from within it, revealing a sinister face.

"You two aren't particularly skilled, but you certainly have a lot of good stuff."

He said coldly, "That fool, if it weren't for his talismans and magical artifacts, how could he have possibly entangled with me? And you—"

"With such meager cultivation, you can break free from curses, yet you can withstand even one of my attacks?"

"Speak, who are you? Could you be the offspring of some Golden Core cultivator?"

Ying Chan raised an eyebrow.

Unexpectedly, this person chased Jiang Haiyue all day without even figuring out who the two of them came from.

He didn't want to waste words, but after a moment's thought, he said loudly, "We two are disciples of the Xuandu Sect and the Immortal Mansion! If you know the dangers, quickly tell me where my senior brother is."

"What?" The tall, thin, left-handed Taoist was struck dumb, and instinctively swayed his shoulder as if he wanted to fly away.

But in an instant, he stopped and grinned maliciously: "Good, I knew that stupid thing didn't dare to reveal its secrets."

"It's precisely because he knows that I know his identity that he's doomed! Calling him a fool is an understatement; he's actually quite clever."

"What a pity, he was poisoned by my needle and can only die here in the mountains. But you—"

He pointed a finger at Ying Chan: "You are the most foolish one. You escaped my curse, but instead of fleeing for your life, you came here to die..."

Upon hearing that Jiang Haiyue had been poisoned, Ying Chan lost all interest in gathering information and shouted, "Stop trying to win with your words!"

"Sleepy!"

As soon as the words were uttered, the spell of "trapping" was triggered. A beam of light flew out, transforming into a golden ring, which then slipped onto the left path.

"what?"

Zuo Dao's expression changed, and with a sudden movement, he transformed into several afterimages, each flying away.

But before the spell of "Kun" (困), no matter how many transformations he makes, it is useless.

Ying Chan saw the golden ring expand, instantly reaching a radius of a hundred feet, encompassing all the afterimages. Then it shrank again, locking the afterimages within the ring and transforming them back into a single figure.

"What kind of magic is this?!" The sorcerer's expression changed drastically. "How do you possess such abilities? If you have such abilities, why did you try to escape?"

"Ha!" Ying Chan thought to himself, and sneered, "Unorthodox methods, indeed ignorant."

"Tell me, how do you cure the poison needle that struck my senior brother? If you are telling the truth, there is a chance he may be spared the death penalty."

The man with the unorthodox expression changed several times before he immediately replied, "Alright, release me first, and I will immediately tell you the solution and leave. We'll keep to ourselves..."

Ying Chan frowned.

Seeing the man's eyes darting around, he felt a sense of foreboding: "Could it be that Senior Brother Jiang's poison is incurable?"

Upon hearing this again, he realized that this person was only good at scheming and would never honestly confess.

"The best course of action is to get rid of this person as soon as possible and find our senior brother to bring back to our immortal abode."

Upon realizing this, Ying Chan didn't waste any more words and immediately activated the Thunder Spell, pointing it at the source: "Thunder!"

"Wait!" Upon seeing this, the unorthodox man's expression changed drastically: "Wait, I'll say—"

Before the words were finished, a deafening roar engulfed all the sounds in the mountains.

A bolt of lightning flashed and struck the unorthodox man, instantly causing lightning and snakes to dance wildly, dimming the stars in the sky.

"Such divine power..."

Ying Chan was shaken, truly unaware of the Taoist priest of the Taixu Palace's cultivation level or the type of thunder magic he practiced, which gave him such divine power.

When the thunder completely subsided, the golden ring of the Trapping Spell was empty, as if every trace of the heretical path had been annihilated by the lightning.

Seeing this, Ying Chan breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to go into the mountains to look for Jiang Haiyue, he noticed that the golden ring of the "Kun" spell had not dissipated, but instead swayed slightly.

"Ok?"

Ying Chan looked in the direction he was looking and saw the golden ring fly dozens of feet away in an instant, heading towards a certain place.

That place was originally an empty void, but the golden ring of the spell of the trapped word suddenly revealed a figure. Who else could it be but that heretic?

"what?"

While the unorthodox sect was horrified, Ying Chan couldn't help but be somewhat surprised as well.

The thunder spell just now was no match for the power of heaven and earth; how could this person withstand it? And how did he escape from the trap spell?

"No, if he could truly escape the trapping spell, how could he be trapped again?"

Ying Chan's heart skipped a beat: "So that means..."

He looked at the man with the unorthodox posture and smiled slightly, "I didn't expect you to have a way to take someone else's place?"

“That’s right.” The unorthodox Taoist steadied himself and said, “I have a way to take someone’s place in death. You can’t kill me, and I can’t do anything to you either.”

"Why not call it quits here and let bygones be bygones..."

Ying Chan was too lazy to waste words. He pointed his finger and a sharp sword aura shot out, slashing at Zuo Dao's neck with a clang!
Both of them were stunned for a moment. Just as Ying Chan was about to make another move, the unorthodox man suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

"You can no longer use that lightning technique? Is that right?" The unorthodox Taoist laughed wildly, a chilling glint in his eyes: "Without that lightning technique, how could you break through my protective magic?"

"With your shallow magic?"

"If you know what's good for you, you'd better run away quickly, run far away, otherwise if Grandpa breaks free from these restraints, he'll skin you alive and devour you whole..."

Ying Chan completely ignored him, only thinking, "A protective spell? No matter how powerful, it can't withstand my repeated attacks. But what he said is true, I don't know how long the Binding Spell can last. I still need to deliver a fatal blow..."

After thinking it over, he glanced at the man with the unorthodox manner again. He couldn't tell if this man was just putting on a brave front and trying to scare Ying Chan away, or if he had been driven mad by the terror of life and death, as he was still babbling on and on.

"Noisy."

Ying Chan said calmly, and with a single hand, he summoned the Qiankun Bow from the Primordial Stone.

Immediately, the bow opened like a full moon, and amidst the buzzing sound, the starlight and moonlight, along with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, gathered between the bow's rim.

"What……!"

The sharpness of the arrow was reflected in the eyes of the unorthodox man, and an immense fear suddenly arose in his heart. His throat seemed to be blocked, and he could no longer utter a single word.

"Go!"

As Ying Chan released his finger technique, a streak of light instantly froze in the night sky.

(End of this chapter)