Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 422 Establishing Authority, Tearing Apart

"Hahaha!"

The old man in the felt hat, whom Zang Qiu called Shi Santong, laughed loudly, looking up at him.

His unrestrained demeanor drew the attention of passersby. One passerby, quite familiar with Zang Qiu and Shi Santong, explained to his friend beside him:

"This is the ancestor of the Corpse Spirit Burial Family, True Lord Zangqiu, and that one is the Corpse Control Daoist, Shi Santong."

The two had previously fought over a corpse, but in the end, True Lord Zangqiu was more skilled and sealed the corpse's spirit.

Unexpectedly, the Corpse-Controlling Daoist has already advanced to the Nascent Soul stage. This is going to be interesting.

The passerby's soft explanation did not escape the notice of Zang Qiu and Shi Santong, which made Shi Santong even happier.

The power of the primordial spirit detached from the body, and a unique pressure belonging to a Nascent Soul cultivator spread out.

A murmur of envy rippled through the room.

Shi Santong, brimming with self-satisfaction, gazed intently down at Zang Qiu and sighed:

"Zang Qiu, what a chance encounter we've had in life!"

Zang Qiu's expression was solemn, and he was about to reply when Shi Santong spoke again, saying with righteous indignation:
"Now that the Central Domain has invaded, it is everyone's responsibility to protect the Fengling Dao. Hand over the Corpse Spirit, and I will defend you against the Nascent Soul stage experts of the Fengling Dao. This way, the Fengling Dao's cultivation of you will not have been in vain. How about that?"

Upon hearing this, Zang Qiu flew into a rage and pointed at Shi Santong, shouting:
"Shi Santong, you're delusional!"

Shi Santong remained unmoved and replied with a cold laugh:

"What? Do you think you, Zang Qiu, can stop the Nascent Soul cultivators of the Central Domain? You should know that behind us stand billions of beings from the Sealed Spirit Path! With your abilities, even if you manage to seal a Corpse Spirit, you'll only reach the level of a True Monarch. Are you really going to ruin the foundation of the Sealed Spirit Path for your own selfish reasons?"

After Shi Santong finished speaking, the onlookers immediately started discussing among themselves.

They weren't swayed by Shi Santong's righteous words. Those who could accept the imperial edict to enter Jiangbei City were at least top-tier True Immortals, and they knew perfectly well what Shi Santong truly meant.

It was all for the sake of seizing the spirit of the Corpse Lord of Burial Autumn!

But why do they really care?
After weighing the options, they largely agreed with what Shi Santong said.

Enhancing the combat power of a Nascent Soul cultivator is clearly more beneficial to the foundation of Jiangbei City than retaining the combat power of a True Monarch.

Moreover, it's not them who are sacrificing themselves. Is it so hard to choose to sacrifice others to enhance one's own strength and increase one's chances of survival?

For the fanatical Fengling Daoist, this was far too good to pass up!
Some passersby, not wanting to miss out on trouble, even started shouting at Zang Qiu.

They loudly urged him to hand over the spirit of the corpse and give it to the corpse three.

Zang Qiu looked around at everyone, about to start cursing, but suddenly felt a tremor in his mind, and his rage instantly dissipated.

Looking up at the smug Shi Santong, Zang Qiu solemnly spoke:
"Shi Santong, if you want my corpse spirit, you don't need to use the sealed spirit path as an excuse. As you said, the Central Domain is invading. To resist a powerful enemy, you need strength. Don't think that just because you were lucky enough to advance to the Nascent Soul stage, you can be arrogant. If you want the corpse spirit, you can't just talk about it. Do you have the strength?"

Zang Qiu's almost provocative words made Shi Santong stop laughing.

Looking back at Zang Qiu, Shi Santong said in a cold voice:
"Fine! You want to die? I'll grant your wish!"

Having advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, Shi Santong was at the height of his confidence and ambition.

He needed a chance to establish his authority, to declare his power, and to make his voice heard.

Only in this way can he have a certain say in the Northern Frontier City, and even if he pays homage to the leader, he can gain more autonomy than the True Lord's subordinates.

This is especially important to him, otherwise he could easily become cannon fodder and lose his life in the upcoming confrontation with the Central Domain.

He had actually arrived quite early today and was waiting outside the city of Jiangbei. He had planned to find someone suitable to establish his authority, and after waiting for a long time, he happened to meet Zang Qiu, with whom he had a grudge.

What could be a more satisfying candidate for him?

He immediately shouted for the burial of Qiu, and began to provoke and embarrass him.

Seeing that Zang Qiu had finally fallen for his trick, he was initially pleased, but Zang Qiu's words inevitably angered him. How dare a mere True Monarch provoke a powerful being?

The moment he finished speaking, Shi Santong's primordial spirit surged, and the flesh on his shoulder writhed, instantly producing a woman's head.

A passerby who recognized Shi Santong exclaimed in shock, his voice trembling:
"Is that Shi Santong's Daoist partner, Yin Huai Zhenjun?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Santong's gaze sharpened like a sword. He turned to look at the passerby, who felt a chill run down his spine and lowered his head, not daring to meet his eyes.

Shi Santong withdrew his gaze; what the passerby said was correct.

The head that grew from his shoulder was indeed his Daoist partner, Yin Huai Zhenjun. Because the corpse spirit was stolen, he had been stuck at the Zhenjun realm for years.

With his life hanging in the balance, he had no choice but to take a desperate gamble.

Since there was no suitable corpse spirit, he would refine it himself!
So he first killed his Daoist companion, Yin Huai Zhenjun, then ate her flesh, and finally killed himself, refining his own corpse into a Yin-Yang Corpse.

Taking advantage of the fact that his nascent soul had not yet dissipated, he made a desperate gamble, reversing the sealing of his own Yin-Yang Corpse, and breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage in one fell swoop. "Prepare to die!"

Shi Santong murmured, and the power of heaven and earth gathered behind him, transforming into a huge Yin-Yang Corpse Dharma Image.

Faxiang looked down at Zangqiu and then slammed his palm down.

The onlookers immediately spread out. The power of such a great being, even the slightest touch, would be enough to severely injure a True Monarch. They did not want to get hurt while watching the spectacle.

Zang Qiu was surrounded by emptiness. Looking up at the sky and facing the giant palm of the Dharma image, Zang Qiu's expression remained unchanged.

With his left hand pointing towards his brow, a magnificent palace and tomb quietly appeared.

The three rings of the yin bell hanging on the yin wood beside the tomb passed in an instant, and the tomb opened, revealing a coffin quietly rising from within.

Seeing this, Shi Santong's eyes flashed with a cold glint, and he sneered:
"Unbelievable!"

The onlookers also felt that Zang Qiu was being too rigid. Although handing over the corpse spirit would severely damage his vitality and even cause him to fall in cultivation level, it wouldn't necessarily kill him. As long as a new spirit was sealed in time, he would eventually recover.

If we confront them head-on now, I'm afraid I'll lose my life. My opponent is a Nascent Soul cultivator, so dying would be pointless.

At his age, he's still so impulsive; his mind is probably not clear anymore.

Passersby murmured amongst themselves, but Zang Qiu remained solemn and paid them no heed.

He formed a hand seal in front of his chest, then slammed his palm onto the coffin. The inscriptions lit up rapidly, and Zang Qiu shouted:
"I respectfully beseech the spirit of the Great Sage to slay the enemy!"

With a soft "click," a slender figure with green skin and fangs stepped out of the coffin and stood silently in the void.

Faced with Shi Santong's giant palm, the Corpse Spirit raised its head and let out a roar, its terrifying Yin energy soaring into the sky.

With a loud "boom," the giant palm of the Dharma image shattered, and the corpse spirit lowered its eyes, looking at the astonished Corpse Three Tong in front of it.

Before it could react, the corpse spirit vanished from the spot.

Shi Santong's pupils contracted. Although his physical body was dead and he had become a Yin-Yang Corpse, he still felt a chill run down his spine at this moment.

He seems to have underestimated Zang Qiu!

How could a True Lord's sealed corpse spirit be so powerful?

It must be that this corpse spirit is special, which makes him even more resentful of Zang Qiu for seizing the corpse spirit.

With a swirling mist between his brows, Shi Santong prepared to unleash the Divine Palace. He intended to use the Divine Palace to empower the Yin-Yang Corpse, crushing Zang Qiu to death to vent his hatred.

But the next moment, Shi Santong felt a sharp pain in his back.

When he came to his senses, he realized that the corpse spirit had somehow broken through the void barrier and was standing behind him, and its hands had already quietly pierced into his chest.

His body at this moment was not merely a physical body of flesh and blood, but also his primordial spirit.

This blow caused Shi Santong excruciating pain.

The power of the primordial spirit between his brows fluctuated incessantly, yet the divine palace could not summon it to descend for a long time.

The corpse spirit's hands seemed to possess the power to suppress the universe, even suppressing his mind and rendering him unable to move.

"This is impossible!"

Amidst the piercing pain in his heart, Shi Santong cried out in disbelief and horror, his primordial spirit fluctuating wildly, yet he remained unable to move.

The onlookers were astonished and puzzled.

Is this some kind of acting?
You got it that easily?
Has Shi Santong really advanced to the Nascent Soul stage? That Yin-Yang Corpse Dharma Form just now couldn't have been faked, could it?

Ignoring Shi Santong's struggles, the Corpse Spirit's hands, which had pierced through his chest, twitched slowly back and forth, causing Shi Santong to scream and howl in pain.

Just then, the gazes of several primordial spirits from within the city of Jiangbei turned toward them.

Among them was the powerful Wujiu whom Zangqiu and Shisantong wanted to pay homage to. Both of them belonged to the Western Frontier region, and according to the imperial edict, they were required to obey Wujiu's orders.

The vulture clearly recognized the two as well, and shouted:

"stop!"

Li Wushou, now a corpse spirit, smiled inwardly and murmured silently:
"Finally, you've decided to show your face?"

On the surface, however, he seemed not to have heard the crow's cry, and quietly exerted force with both hands.

With a tearing sound, Shi Santong's Yin-Yang corpse was torn in two!
"Ho!"

The onlookers gasped in shock. Despite the powerful leader's order to stop it, the Corpse Spirit still made its move?

this.
(End of this chapter)