From a country cook to a master chef

boom!

As Lin Jue struck down with his palm, although the entire Ice Condensation Mirror space did not completely collapse, several visible cracks appeared.

Just when Han Wenqiao thought it was nothing special, Lin Jue's second palm strike followed.

boom!

This time, the entire Ice Condensation Mirror space shattered with a deafening roar.

Everything in Lin Jue's sight vanished instantly, and he found himself back in the snowy forest.

Looking at the other side, as the Ice Condensation Mirror shattered, Han Wenqiao also fell out of the mirror, a streak of crimson blood flowing uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth.

Despite the rapidly deteriorating situation, Han Wenqiao remained completely calm.

He was a man who was about to die anyway, and at worst, he would just die. But before he died, he was determined to drag Lin Jue down with him.

So, to Lin Jue's astonishment, Han Wenqiao suddenly slapped his chest several times.

After a violent cough, a bloody bead came out of his mouth.

At this moment, his eyes were fierce and cold, revealing madness in his despair.

Lin Jue finally realized that this guy was not a Foundation Establishment cultivator at all, but a genuine Core Formation cultivator.

As for why he fell to the Qi Refining stage, the reason is unknown.

With the golden core leaving his body, Han Wenqiao's body had reached its limit. He was so old that he was almost skin and bones, and he slowly knelt on the ground.

But there was no panic or fear in his eyes; instead, there was only his determination to kill Lin Jue.

"With my blood, I beseech a hundred demons to devour the souls of the living..."

Han Wenqiao first chanted a spell in a low voice, then slowly raised his right palm, suddenly turned it into a claw, and grabbed at his own heart, crushing it without the slightest hesitation.

In an instant, a strange, bloody aura spread from the fallen body.

Fresh blood continuously oozed from his face, groin, navel, and pores, completely staining his body red and turning the golden elixir into a strange crimson.

The blood was still spreading outwards, and before Lin Jue could react, it had already flowed to his feet.

He was shocked to discover that he was unable to move an inch when his feet were submerged in blood.

"Be careful! This is a secret technique of the evil sect, the Hundred Ghosts Soul Devouring Curse!" The woman recognized the forbidden spell Han Wenqiao was using and hurriedly shouted, "This technique is an evil spell that the evil sect uses when they want to perish together with someone. It requires all of one's own blood as a medium. After casting the spell, it can attract wandering ghosts within a radius of twenty miles, causing the opponent to suffer the torment of being devoured by a hundred ghosts, and finally be devoured by the evil ghosts along with their body."

At this moment, Lin Jue, who was deeply mired in crisis, had dark eyes.

He never expected that even after Han Wenqiao was dead, he would still receive such a great gift.

His feet were bound by the blood on the ground. Was he really just going to have to wait for those wandering ghosts to gather and devour him bit by bit?

Just then, Lin Jue suddenly noticed that there were now several footprints on the snow that was stained red with blood.

His heart sank.

They're here...

Although he couldn't see it, Lin Jue could clearly feel that there was a lot more eerie atmosphere in the surrounding air. His breath didn't turn into white mist, but rather seemed to be sucked in by something.

Suddenly, he swayed slightly and his body sank abruptly.

The blood beneath his feet instantly transformed into a sea of ​​blood, and he saw countless unfamiliar, ferocious faces swimming towards him from this sea of ​​blood.

He instinctively tried to swim upwards, but his legs felt incredibly heavy.

Looking down, he saw countless ghostly things tightly gripping his body, trying to drag him into the abyss of blood.

Lin Jue's face turned pale instantly. He was completely unable to get rid of these ghostly things and could only watch helplessly as they crawled all over his body.

He watched as they clung tightly to his body, greedily and unscrupulously absorbing the dwindling life force within him.

A sense of fear, a fear of death, crept into his heart, but he quickly regained his composure.

Reason told him that everything in the world has its counterparts, both mutually generating and mutually restraining.

Wandering spirits belong to the yin category, and are bound to fear things that are extremely yang.

"The ultimate yang substance, the ultimate yang substance..."

Lin Jue muttered to himself. As more and more ghostly things clung to his body, he felt as if he were being crushed by mountains, and his breathing became difficult.

Black lines snaked out from the blood beneath his feet, coiling around Lin Jue's body in circles.

Starting from the feet, it meanders up to the waist, then to the chest, the hands, and finally to the neck...

Just as these black lines were about to completely wrap Lin Jue's body into a black mummy, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he suddenly thought of something.

The most yang substance...

Isn't the lightning-struck wood in his storage bag an extremely yang substance?

Thinking of this, Lin Jue immediately composed himself and struggled to regain control of his body. In a flash, he quickly opened his storage bag, took out a piece of lightning-struck wood, and held it tightly.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...

A series of strange sounds suddenly rang in his ears, like something falling into a pot of oil.

Suddenly, he felt the pressure on his body surface slowly lessen, but at the same time, he found that the lightning-struck wood in his hand was also turning into dust little by little.

He tried to reopen the storage bag, but to his horror, he found that an invisible hand was pressing down on him.

No matter how hard he tried, it was to no avail; he could not escape the oppression of those invisible hands.

As the last bit of lightning-struck wood turned to dust and dissipated, that terrifying sense of oppression enveloped his body once more, growing tighter and more uncomfortable. He felt his internal organs moving, as if they were about to burst out of his mouth.

"Am I going to die?"

"I'm really a little unwilling to accept this!"

Lin Jue's vision gradually blurred. If he were given another chance, he would definitely not choose to save people again.

Han Wenqiao is right. Wu Yanzi and he were not related; they were just ordinary friends.

Lin Jue felt his whole body go numb. In the originally silent surroundings, he could hear the ferocious howls of countless evil spirits.

A chill ran through him; he was about to become one of them.

Under the frenzied attack of the hundred demons, Lin Jue quickly lost consciousness.

But before he lost consciousness, he vaguely saw that the mysterious scroll, which should have been lying dormant in the storage bag, actually flew out on its own and slowly unfurled.

In the endless darkness, Lin Jue suddenly saw a series of black and white mountains appearing in front of him.

There are mountains and rivers there, and deep in the mountains, there seems to be a family living there.

He slowly approached and found that no one was home.

The courtyard was surrounded by a fence, and the gate was tightly closed.

Looking beyond the wall, he could see a stone pavilion inside, with a stone table and benches, and an unfinished chess game on the table.

In addition, there are three rooms in the courtyard: a living room, a bedroom, and a kitchen.

Lin Jue couldn't see what was in the room.

Suddenly, clusters of black orbs of light emerged from the black and white mountains not far away, slowly transforming into people dressed in different clothes, including men, women, young and old, all of whom walked into the courtyard with blank expressions.

Lin Jue followed him inside.

The group of people walked towards the unfinished chessboard, transforming into streaks of light that merged into the black and white chess pieces.

Lin Jue was so engrossed in watching that he didn't realize he had entered the space inside the scroll until all the figures had disappeared.

Soon, a chilling sensation spread from the depths of his heart, coursing through his entire body. He suddenly opened his eyes and found himself lying in the arms of a beautiful woman.

"You're finally awake!"

"Where am I?"

"The Starry Constellation Sect, but this sect has long since declined, and now only two disciples remain."

"The Starry Sky Sect?"

When Lin Jue woke up, his eyes were sore as he looked around. He felt incredibly heavy-headed, his whole body ached, and he was extremely thirsty.

"Is there any water?"

Yes, there is water.

The woman quickly brought the spout of the kettle to Lin Jue's lips. Feeling the sweetness of the water, Lin Jue began to suck on it in large gulps.

After a while, he finally felt a little better, but he still couldn't move his body at all. He could only lie helplessly on the ground, constantly recalling everything that had happened before he lost consciousness.

"Wu Yanzi, Han Wenqiao, Lightning-Struck Wood, Hundred Ghosts Devouring Souls, Mysterious Scroll..."

"Thankfully, I survived..."