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

On a hillside a few miles outside the morgue.

"My martial uncle... has fallen!"

The girl slowly put down the viewing tube in her hand, her expression wistful, and she didn't even dare to look at her senior brother's face.

The senior student standing to the side spoke calmly:

"That's just how it is."

"The Netherworld Sect has been in seclusion for a long time. Our righteous path has been studying the methods of possession and reincarnation in private, which is far less advanced than that of the Demonic Sect."

"Being able to force Zhong Tianying to personally take action to finish him off can be considered as fulfilling my uncle's wish."

The Taoist's voice carried a deep sense of helplessness:

"Master came to see for himself long ago... but what can be done? When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out; my uncle's path to enlightenment ended long ago!"

The girl remained silent. She was the youngest among her peers and was not yet ready to face the questions of life and death.

Fortunately, she had never had any interaction with Wang Qing during her lifetime, so her grief was not particularly intense.

She was eager to change the subject, and only said:

"After this battle, the cultivation resources of the demonic cultivators in the Hall of Longevity have greatly increased. I'm afraid that soon some of them will break through to the mid-stage or even late-stage Foundation Establishment."

"This place has always been held up by the Lord of the Longevity Palace alone. With the Youyu Bell in his hand, the other True Immortals cannot do anything to him. He cannot break out on his own."

"But what if there were a second person in the palace who had reached the Golden Core stage..."

Before she could finish speaking, the Taoist priest shook his head:

"That demon will not allow another Core Formation cultivator to emerge under his command."

"Master said that the person's condition was so poor that he could be forced to reincarnate at any time."

"With the Whispering Bell in hand, possessing another's body and reincarnating is certainly not difficult for him."

"However, it is not possible to restore its former strength in the short term."

"Moreover, even back then, if we disregard that magic weapon, he wouldn't be considered outstanding among the True Immortals who have reached the Core Formation stage."

The girl smiled bitterly and said:

"That's true, but how many True Immortals in the world can wield magical treasures like him?"

"Moreover, ordinary cultivators who obtain magical treasures only experience a surge in combat power, but cannot improve their own rank."

"However, he possesses the 'Secret Method of Shared Fate and Fixed Contract' passed down from the Taiyin Demon Sect, which allows him to truly connect his life with that of a magical treasure, and to attain the Nascent Soul stage at the Embracing Core realm."

"Within the Sea of ​​Fog, which true master could be his match?"

The Taoist priest said:

"What if he has already fallen from the Dan-embracing realm?"

The girl stared at him in shock:

"You mean... he has already been secretly reincarnated?"

"Is that celestial child just a decoy used to confuse the public?"

The Taoist hesitated, but ultimately did not reveal the speculation his master had told him before parting.

He simply said:

"In any case, the palace cannot produce another Core Formation cultivator at present."

"Our Shengao Sect ranks first among the various Daoist sects of the Northern Territory, and within the sect, there are only three who have reached the Dan realm and are in charge."

"His Longevity Palace is merely one of the Five Courts and Twelve Palaces of the Demonic Sect. If he dares to produce another Core Formation cultivator, he won't face attacks from the righteous path, but rather suppression from his own sect!"

"However, your concerns are not unreasonable. This time, the Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Demonic Sect have made great progress, and their arrogance will inevitably increase. I just don't know how much trouble they will cause in the Northern Foothills in the future."

"They won't give up searching for the legacy of the Heavenly Corpse Path. If this continues, they will inevitably clash head-on with the main force of our righteous path's northward expedition!"

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Yan Cheng had anticipated that, given the usual practices of the Immortal Sect, this time the true disciple would personally oversee the treasure hunt, and they would definitely search this unfortunate place thoroughly, leaving nothing but scraps.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Tianying, a dignified Foundation Establishment cultivator, personally led everyone to conduct a thorough search of the Corpse Raising Institute, covering all four levels, demonstrating his approachable and down-to-earth nature.

Yan Cheng knew that the other party must have the means to find out if what she wanted was hidden in the hands of the group of corpse cultivators.

She won't even need to say a word; Huang Tong or Tian Tong will "kindly" ask the person in question to obediently hand over the treasure.

However, what Zhong Tianying could take a liking to was at least a Foundation Establishment level spiritual artifact or technique.

If it were something like a spirit fire, Deng Jian and the others certainly didn't have the ability to keep it hidden away.

This also means that Zhong Tianying must personally search the area to ensure that no treasures are left behind.

Watching the Foundation Establishment cultivator effortlessly traverse the corridor and navigate the bends, Huang Tong couldn't help but telepathically transmit his praise to Tian Tong:

"This is the true style of a celestial sect: personally attending to everything, thinking things through thoroughly, and never placing all hope in the hands of lower-level cultivators."

"Junior brother, you're still lacking in this area. If you hadn't brought Yu Caiying with you this time, wouldn't you have died from that clay puppet fist?"

Tiantong was not offended and responded with a smile, conveying his true feelings:

"Throughout history, in our northern borderlands, has anyone ever attained enlightenment without relying on external aids?"

"Taking elixirs to cultivate qi and storing and suppressing objects are all aids to external things."

"Making talismans and drawing arrays, refining weapons and controlling puppets, all rely on external aids."

"The only difference is that my junior brother's cultivation is low, and he relies more on external forces, so he doesn't look as respectable."

His tone was as gentle as a breeze:

"What good is the concept of 'dignity' in the pursuit of the Way?"

Huang Tong didn't answer, he just laughed loudly:

"Junior brother is always eloquent and persuasive; he's far more interesting than these mediocre people in the hall!"

Not far behind the three, Yan Cheng first silently stared ahead, then glanced at the three mid-stage corpse cultivators who were lagging far behind.

Li Bai and Pei Yi's hands were still charred black as if burned by a raging fire, and there was no sign of them recovering completely in the short term.

The regenerative ability of the corpse cultivator's Yin body is not very good to begin with, and the two of them had personally come into contact with the Foundation Establishment level corpse demon.

If they hadn't also cultivated the path of corpse demons, which gave them some resistance to it, they would have suffered damage to more than just their arms by now.

In contrast, Deng Jian was not chosen as one of the coffin bearers, seemingly because of his better relationship with Tian Tong.

But this arrogant corpse cultivator made no attempt to conceal his feelings; his face was so sour as if he himself had been wronged.

Yan Cheng knew what he was thinking.

Ultimately, when Tian Tong wanted to sacrifice any of the corpse cultivators, the latter were basically powerless to resist.

Deng Jian probably firmly believed that his own hands were more valuable than Li Bai and Pei Yi's four hands combined.

But when Shangxiu needed to use his hands to get something, did he ever care what value they had?

Even if he were to instantly achieve the Qi Refining Perfection, in the eyes of Huang Tong and others, it would be far less important than the Yin Spirit Coffin, which is related to the latter's chances of Foundation Establishment. This is something he absolutely cannot change through his personal efforts.

It's impossible to accept such a proud young man, as proud as a soaring eagle, no matter how you look at it.

And what about Yan Cheng? How much better off is he than the other three?

If one fails to establish a foundation even for a day, one is nothing more than a pitiful creature struggling to survive under the guise of the golden bell.

Yan Cheng believed that if he were to deliberately outmaneuver Huang Tong, he was confident he could snatch the Soul-Capturing Bell from her.

But so what? This thing controlled the life and death of all the corpse cultivators in the hall, but it couldn't shake Huang Tong's life in the slightest.

From the moment they were awakened from their coffins, the fate of the corpse cultivators was already sealed.

The second life she had so painstakingly obtained was only used to satisfy the insatiable greed of the Hall of Longevity.

For hundreds of years, perhaps only the saintess has had the hope of breaking free from this fateful shackle.

However, it was precisely her who Yan Cheng was unwilling to see achieve enlightenment, no matter what.

Foundation Building... Foundation Building...

Yan Cheng's thoughts drifted away, and in an instant, it was as if his soul had returned to its place. His eyes were fixed on Huang Tong, who was not far in front of him.

If we want to have a smooth road ahead, we will have to get rid of this person no matter what!