My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

The night was as dark as ink, and the mountains and forests were silent.

Led by the trembling Master Yunhe Wu He, Ye Qingfeng and Chiyangzi traversed the rugged and secluded path.

We arrived at that shady mountain hollow on the edge of the wild boar forest.

Before you even get close, a strong, nauseating stench of putrid, sweet, and damp odor hits you.

It was mixed with the earthy smell and an indescribable lingering feeling, as if countless lives were wailing in silence.

There were no trees in the valley, only a shocking expanse of dark red soil, which, under the thin moonlight, resembled a vast, dried pool of blood.

On this "pool of blood," what "grows" is something even more chilling than the bloody scene.

Twenty or thirty corpses, their shapes twisted and half-buried in the soil, lay like crops carelessly discarded, "planted" in various stiff poses in the earth.

Most of them were dressed in rags, their skin a deathly bluish-black and eerie dark red mottled, their eyes hollow or half-open, retaining the pain and bewilderment of their dying moments.

On the top of each corpse's head, one or more strangely shaped fungi were "blooming".

The "Ghost Claw Fungus," pale white like a dead person's finger bones; the "Cathodera fungus," dark gray and oozing pus; the "Gastromycosis fungus," resembling layers of miniature human ears...

They stood silently atop the corpses, their caps undulating slightly, their surfaces gleaming with a faint phosphorescence, as if they were breathing with life.

Wisps of visible gray-black yin energy and dark red foul energy were constantly emanating from these corpse fungi.

Like countless tiny tentacles, they swirled and rose, transforming this mountain valley into a realm of pure stillness and malevolence.

The air was filled with the extreme filth left behind after life had been completely distorted and desecrated.

Even though Chi Yangzi was a man of great experience and had slain many demons, he couldn't help but gasp when he saw such a large and eerie "bacteria-cultivating ground," and his face showed strong disgust and anger.

"What a vicious method! Using the corpses of living people as fields to cultivate such extremely evil creatures!"

Each and every one of these mushrooms is soaked in the resentment of the dead and the malevolent poison catalyzed by evil magic! If they are not eradicated, this place will surely become a greater source of calamity!

Wu He was already so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, pointing at the mushroom field and saying in a trembling voice.

"It's...it's right here...Master...no, that evil cultivator ordered me to bring the corpse here to plant 'fungi'...saying it's to nourish the 'Corpse King' and for his cultivation needs..."

Ye Qingfeng stood at the mouth of the valley, the night wind blowing his blue robes, making them flutter.

His face remained expressionless, showing neither Chi Yangzi's fury nor Wu He's fear, only a deep, calm stillness.

However, beneath this calm surface, a closer look reveals a faint yet chilling coldness that flickers deep within his clear eyes.

It was an outrage at the disrespect and contempt for life being so cheapened and desecrated, and a detached disgust at the utterly shameless acts of evil.

Unlike Chi Yangzi, he did not rebuke him verbally. Instead, he slowly raised his right hand, and his sleeve slid down to reveal a section of his fair and slender wrist.

He didn't make any hand seals or recite any lengthy incantations. He simply opened his five fingers slightly and then made a loose clenching motion towards the filthy mushroom field.

The movements were light and casual, as if he were simply scooping up a handful of clear spring water.

However, just as he closed his five fingers—

"call--!"

A sudden gust of wind arose in the mountain valley!

It is not a natural wind, but a hot and pure stream of wind that gathers from the void, from beneath the earth, and from all directions!

The wind was initially faint, but it quickly turned into a howling sound!

Immediately afterwards, a reddish-gold spark appeared without warning in the sky above the very center of the mushroom field.

The Mars was tiny, like a bean, yet it shone brightly, as if it contained the essence of a sun.

The moment Mars appeared, it seemed to receive some supreme command, suddenly expanding and exploding!

Rootless and without source, without fuel or oil, a pure, blazing, crimson-gold flame radiating a righteous and evil-dispelling aura.

Like a golden lotus in full bloom, or a cascading celestial river, it descended with a roar, completely enveloping the entire Corpse Fungus Valley!

The flames roared, their light dispelling the gloom and darkness of the mountain valley and illuminating Ye Qingfeng's calm and composed face.

It also illuminated Chi Yangzi's shocked eyes and Wu He's pale face.

This flame is extremely peculiar.

It burned the corpses, the twisted corpse fungus, and the pervasive filth.

It emitted crackling sounds and hissing sounds of purification, with black smoke and ash rising—a sign that the evil had been completely refined.

However, the normal grass, trees, rocks, and soil at the edge of the flames were not ignited at all, and the temperature did not even rise significantly.

It was as if the flame possessed intelligence, able to accurately distinguish between what was filth and what was nature.

In just a few breaths, the vast field of evil fungi, along with the twenty or thirty corpses within it, had been completely burned, leaving only a thin layer of slightly charred ash on the ground.

The nauseating, sweet, rotten stench in the air was completely swept away.

Looking at the Burning Evil Fire before him, which he wielded with effortless ease and absolute precision, Chi Yangzi could only feel admiration.

"Senior Ye's cultivation is indeed unfathomable. His ability to control fire has reached a state of perfection. Not only does he have meticulous control over the temperature and range of the flames, but..."

It can even endow it with the spiritual ability to distinguish between good and evil... Such methods have probably already touched the edge of "the law possessing a primordial spirit," no, perhaps they already are!

He increasingly felt that Ye Qingfeng was unfathomable, perhaps an old immortal from some sect who had been resurrected.

When Ye Qingfeng used his supernatural powers, he suddenly discovered that the Qi in his dantian had increased significantly.

He was slightly puzzled, but soon he saw the respectful look in Chi Yangzi's eyes beside him.

Looks like this old guy is starting to overthink things again.

But this is exactly the result I need. I did so much just to make you believe me, didn't I?

Thinking about this, he felt relieved.

Wu He was utterly terrified, feeling incredibly absurd and fearful that he had ever considered making an enemy of such a person.

Ye Qingfeng slowly lowered his hand, and the crimson-gold flames that filled the sky silently extinguished, as if they had never existed.

He glanced at the scorched earth of the mountain valley, the chill in his eyes lessening slightly, and turned to Chi Yangzi, nodding slightly.

"The filth has been removed. This area, spanning several miles, will take several years for the earth's energy to gradually recover, but there is no major problem."

Chi Yangzi cupped his hands in greeting: "Senior Ye possesses great supernatural powers, cleansing away filth and performing immeasurable merits."

He paused, then casually strolled over to the limp Wu He, squatted down, patted his shoulder, and spoke in a tone that seemed to carry a hint of relaxation and casualness.

"Alright, this matter is settled. Now tell me, where exactly is your 'master's' lair in the forest? Stop playing tricks and lead the way obediently, and perhaps a remnant of your soul can be spared for reincarnation."

The moment he patted Wu He's shoulder, a faint, almost imperceptible pale yellow light from his fingertips silently entered Wu He's body.

It attaches itself to the origin of his soul, forming an extremely hidden tracking mark.

This is a minor auxiliary spell of Chi Yangzi called "Shadow Following Seal".

He has no offensive or defensive capabilities, but he can clearly perceive the location of the marked person within a certain distance.