Starting with the consumables of the Demonic Sect, one can barely achieve immortality.

He cultivated the Supreme Yin Technique, the ancestor of all Yin, and his star energy was extremely Yin and cold, even surpassing that of cultivators with cold Qi. He also accumulated his strength for a long time before launching a fierce attack.

No matter how tough the Corpse-Eating Yin Puppet's physique is, it is only relative to ordinary corpse cultivators.

The Yin body's resistance to cold is neither high nor low, but its malevolent energy tends to be stagnant and stagnant.

Once the meridians are frozen, the poisonous energy can no longer advance even an inch!

If it were a mid-stage cultivator like Tian Tong, or even Yu Caiying, who was quick-witted, they would have their own methods to dispel the cold and continue fighting.

However, the Corpse-Eating Yin Puppet has no intelligence and has not even opened its eight extraordinary meridians.

Essentially, it's just a shoddy product where the body of an early-stage corpse cultivator is forcibly fed with baleful energy and secret medicine to reach the mid-stage level; its combat power comes entirely from its superior panel attributes.

Having lost an arm, he immediately froze in place, like an ordinary wounded wild beast on the hunt, no longer attacking.

Yan Cheng wouldn't stand still with him. He moved swiftly, as light as a crane treading on a lake, heading straight for the fourth Yin Puppet!

The Yin Puppet's claws soared into the air, its black and ferocious appearance causing Wang Qing, who was standing not far away, to retreat hastily in horror, even from the stench of the rotting corpse poison it emitted.

She knew that the handsome young man who had subdued her so easily must have extraordinary cultivation.

Unexpectedly, the opponent had cultivated to the point where he could directly confront four corpse puppets!

Yan Cheng did not disappoint her. As soon as she took a breath and exhaled, she raised her arms again, and there was a faint frost on the surface of her arms.

It is the method in "Shangmiao Refining Body Mystery Chapter" that involves attaching Qi to the body to enhance strength and defense in a short period of time!

This was because he was unwilling to expose the Yin Star Flame at this moment; otherwise, the sheer chill from the flames alone would have been enough to freeze the claws of the Corpse-Eating Yin Puppet.

The coldness alone is enough.

The two palms, in a crescent moon seal, clashed with the corpse's claws, and the difference in strength was instantly determined.

Yan Cheng flicked the Corpse-Eating Puppet's claws high into the air with his hands, and the Moon Wheel Seal struck its chest squarely.

This terrifying Yin entity, whose physical strength was comparable to that of a mid-stage perfected cultivator, exploded into a sky full of blood and flesh in an instant!

The Yin Puppet's poisonous blood splattered everywhere, staining Yan Cheng's body and face with black blood, making his black robe and white clothes look like they were painted with ink plum blossoms.

Despite the chill that enveloped him, he remained fearless, his eyes resolute, and he walked step by step toward the saintess.

In Yan Cheng's own view, he has always considered himself a very patient person.

Whether it's humiliation or hardship, as long as it doesn't hinder the path of enlightenment, he doesn't care about dignity or self-respect. At most, he'll just secretly keep a record of those who make him unhappy.

However, now, this woman in front of him is trying to cut off his path to survival, personally coming to challenge him, a mid-stage cultivator who has only recently broken through.

Given this, Yan Cheng will not hesitate for a moment when he gets angry.

This is the time when everything is destroyed!

As she watched him approach, the saintess remained as composed as a mountain.

Let alone a mere corpse puppet, even if you beat her entire family into mincemeat right in front of her, it wouldn't seem to make this female cultivator's lips twitch even slightly.

Suddenly, she asked:

"You cultivate cold qi?"

"Junior Sister has always been strict in managing her subordinates, seemingly lenient, and never leaves any room for change."

"Unexpectedly, a cold qi corpse cultivator suddenly appeared under her command."

"Since you haven't cultivated Yin Sha, all your previous actions were probably to satisfy the ruthless exploitation of your junior sisters."

Her face was expressionless, but her tone was gentle:

"Why not abandon the darkness and embrace the light, and join my ranks from now on?"

Normally, even if Yan Cheng didn't trust this female cultivator at all, he would at least carefully consider her suggestion.

However, the longer someone has endured humiliation, the more ruthless they often become when their murderous intent rises—often ten times more ferocious than others.

Upon hearing her words, Yan Cheng merely gave a cold smile:

"You can kill me easily."

"You want me to be your dog? Absolutely not!"

The saintess remained silent, and a faint yet bright white light seemed to rise from the palm of her hand beneath her snow-white long sleeves.

Just as these two cultivators were about to exert all their strength in a life-or-death battle...

A bell rang from behind, followed by Huang Tong's hearty laughter:

"Great, excellent!"

"Junior Brother Yan is loyal and courageous, and would rather die than surrender. He can truly be called the number one pillar of our Hall of Eternal Life."

"If everyone had your magnanimity and broad-mindedness, how could Lao Liu's forces have gathered so many opportunistic, cowardly individuals?"

"How can the Palace of Eternal Life be managed properly while surrounded by such insects?"

The woman shrouded in black mist appeared behind Yan Cheng in an instant. Without her making any move, the three-headed corpse puppet behind her only paused for a moment before obediently turning around and following behind her.

Yan Cheng clearly saw that at the moment the golden bell swayed, even the white light magic that was about to burst forth from the saintess's hand was forcibly suppressed.

He felt no joy, but only pondered to himself:

"This Soul-Capturing Bell is indeed the natural enemy of corpse cultivators..."

'No wonder that despite this saintess's unfathomable cultivation, she was always completely suppressed by Huang Tong.'

After all her schemes failed, she didn't try to make amends; instead, she remained like a dead woman, allowing Huang Tong's influence in the palace to continue to expand...

"Luckily, I never considered turning to her."

"So what if I cultivate the power of the sun, possess top-tier spiritual artifacts, and have subordinates who are all equipped with various magical arts and spiritual items?"

"Following a boss like that is worse than eating shit!"

Regardless of the Holy Maiden's abilities as a leader, this person, despite being completely controlled by the Soul-Capturing Bell, displayed a level of toughness that even Yan Cheng admired.

"Junior sister, you flatter me."

"You have been in charge of the palace affairs for ten years, and you have only adhered to the four words of survival of the fittest as the basis of governance."

"Anyone with slightly lower aptitude or slower progress will be used to their fullest potential and have their souls refined and killed by you."

"But in the world, there are more mediocre people than those who are born outstanding."

"Those who are born with deficiencies but still want to live can only come to me to seek a sliver of opportunity to attain enlightenment."

The saint spoke calmly, yet each word carried weight and brooked no argument:

"Everyone achieved their goals with my help, and I rose to prominence with everyone's help. If I can help them succeed, they will become valuable assets to the immortal sect. Why does my junior sister harbor such deep malice towards me?"

Huang Tong clicked her tongue, seemingly disdainful of arguing with her, and coldly glanced at the female cultivator whose life and death were entirely in her own hands under the sound of the golden bell:

"Since you come from such humble and lowly background, it's no wonder you would sympathize with those weak and useless people."

"A bunch of good-for-nothings borrowed the strength of a bigger good-for-nothing, which means a whole bunch of hopeless good-for-nothings."

"If you weren't still useful to my master, the golden bell in my hand would have rung for you ten years ago!"

She waved her hand casually:

"Junior Brother Yan, go back first. I'll avenge you."

Just as Yan Cheng was about to take a step, he heard the Holy Maiden say softly:

"You ignorant brat!"

"Now that you have cultivated cold qi, you are an uncontrollable variable for your junior sister."

"Does he really think that by going back with her, he can live in peace from now on?"