Immortality Cultivation: Fellow Daoists, please live for two more episodes!

"This is such a hassle..."

Pei Changgeng didn't find the other side's words that were disruptive to morale troublesome. Since they were all from Shuiyue, this level of verbal interference was practically worthless; almost no one would believe it.

But...

Pei Changgeng looked ahead again. The black-clad cultivator opposite him had a fake smile, but Miaoyin behind him was fully activating the bone flute magic weapon.

Those seven vengeful spirits, who were impervious to physical attacks, were indeed a big problem for a physical cultivator like him.

Perhaps seeing that Pei Changgeng had not responded for a long time, the black-clad cultivator raised his stakes again:

"Senior Brother Pei, how about this, let's each compromise. As for the Qingyuan matter, I'll admit it's my fault for not nurturing him properly."

"Furthermore, I, Sun Youde, swear by my inner demons that I will release you from the battle and will also offer you an additional 500 points as an apology. If I break this oath, my inner demons will enter my body and my cultivation will be completely destroyed."

As he spoke, he took out a bag of bamboo tallies from his storage bag and tossed it over from a distance. The tallies landed with a clatter at Pei Changgeng's feet.

"Senior Brother Pei, please check. Not a single one is missing."

Pei Changgeng glanced down at the bamboo tally, his expression suggesting genuine hesitation.

Seeing this, Li Feiyu also increased his struggle, as if he had foreseen his fate, but unfortunately his body was still tightly bound to the spot by Wei Ping's soul-binding silk.

Perhaps having figured it out, Pei Changgeng finally spoke after a moment of silence:

"Okay, you guys continue, I'll leave first."

Seeing this, Sun Youde's eyebrows relaxed, and he winked at someone behind him. Miaoyin understood and slightly turned the flute control incantation, causing the seven wronged souls to begin to converge towards Li Feiyu.

But the next second, the Azure Dragon coiled its roots, and the huge vines soared into the sky, firmly trapping Wei Ping, who was concentrating on casting his magic weapon.

The three Yin Spring Swords, imbued with blood energy, bypassed the wronged souls, showing no intention of retreating as he had stated. Under Sun Youde's astonished gaze, they stabbed towards Miaoyin.

It's common for people like Shuiyue to go back on their word, but what about you, Pei Changgeng?

You're known for being principled and stubborn, so why are you playing this game with him?

When did you go astray?

Zhou Youyuan outside the screen: ...It has nothing to do with me.

In that brief moment, Li Feiyu, who had just been tightly bound, moved.

He had long since shaken off the soul-binding threads binding his body. This guy was quite skilled; he had clearly broken free of the restraints long ago, but Wei Ping, who was releasing the magic weapon, hadn't noticed at all.

He flashed and cut diagonally into the battlefield from the side, but his target was not to attack Miaoyin with Pei Changgeng, but the White Bone Wraith Flute suspended in mid-air.

Sun Youde's expression changed drastically, and he shouted:

"Stop that guy surnamed Li!"

The disciple behind him, who hadn't uttered a word the entire time, responded and took out a talisman from his storage bag, throwing it at Li Feiyu.

Several streaks of light intertwined, forming a large net that rushed straight towards his path.

At the same time, although Wei Ping's legs were entangled by the Azure Dragon's coiled roots, he still managed to pull out a square seal-shaped magic weapon from his storage bag and throw it out.

However, Li Feiyu flipped his right palm, and a small, reddish-gold spark appeared in his palm.

As soon as it appeared, several talismans spontaneously combusted before they could even touch him, turning into ashes and scattering. The square seal was forced to deflect due to the high temperature even three feet away from him.

It smashed the tree trunk next to it with a thud.

Li Feiyu weaved through the gaps between the ashes and the wronged souls, and placed his palm on the white bone flute.

"Crackling sounds..."

It was a clump of tiny black insects, about the size of a grain of rice, that landed on the flute and began to gnaw at it.

The White Bone Wraith Flute is made from the bones of cultivators, and these insects eat it.

The flute was riddled with holes from insects, and the wronged soul sealed inside escaped along with the crumbling bone, letting out a mournful cry before turning into ashes and disappearing.

On the other side, Pei Changgeng finished off his task. Two of the three Yinquan swords pierced into Miaoyin's shoulder and calf. The corpse poison entered her body, and Miaoyin froze on the spot.

The disciple who threw the talisman turned to run when he saw that things were not going well, but Pei Changgeng seized the opportunity and blocked his way without any wronged spirits blocking his path.

There is no other outcome than applying body-shaping techniques to the face.

Two powerful punches later, another one was taken care of.

In just over ten breaths, the situation reversed again.

Qingyuan died, Weiping was entangled, Miaoyin collapsed from poisoning, the fifth person was beaten down, and the White Bone Flute was reduced to fragments.

After being surrounded and attacked by five people, only Sun Youde remained.

Pei Changgeng sheathed the Yinquan Sword and put it in his mouth, then walked towards him. Li Feiyu also circled around from the other side, and the two of them completely blocked his retreat.

Sun Youde still had a smile on his face, but the corners of his mouth were starting to twitch.

"Hey... Senior Brother Pei, can we talk?"

Pei Changgeng didn't reply. He stomped his foot on the ground, and the Azure Dragon Coiling Roots was activated again, with roots rushing out from under Sun Youde's feet to entangle his legs.

Sun Youde dodged with a backflip, but then Li Feiyu threw something from behind. A sticky mess stuck to his robe on the back, making him hiss as he quickly ripped it off.

The outer robe fell to the ground, a palm-sized hole burned into it, still smoldering.

"you……"

Before he could finish speaking, Pei Changgeng had already closed in on him and threw a punch. Sun Youde made a hand seal and activated his short sword to block it.

With a clang, the short sword was knocked away.

When the power of the physical cultivator is poured in, the magical artifact simply cannot withstand it.

Sun Youde staggered back several steps, revealing his disheveled appearance for the first time.

Even for a great figure who has reached the ninth level of Qi Refining and crossed the Heavenly Palace, it was still a bit of a stretch to fight two opponents at once.

Sun Youde retreated to a tree and stood still, catching his breath. The smile on his face finally faded.

"Okay, if we can't talk, then we can't talk."

He took out a bronze chime from his storage bag.

The bronze chime was about the size of a palm, dark in color, with the patterns worn away and almost invisible. It was so old that it was clearly not something an outer disciple could afford.

"Senior brother!"

A sound came from the ground.

Miaoyin was not dead yet. She tilted her head and looked at Sun Youde. The corpse poison had spread to half of her body, and even her lips were blue.

But she still insisted on dissuading it, saying she recognized the thing.

Her senior brother's most powerful treasure, with just a shout, could eliminate anyone within a radius of thirty feet who lacked divine sense...

She crawled desperately toward Sun Youde on the ground. The corpse poison had spread to half of her body, and her left arm was completely dragging on the ground, unable to exert any force. She could only dig in the mud with her right hand.

"Senior brother, please don't knock! Please, don't knock!!!"

"Those without divine consciousness cannot remain... I have no divine consciousness... Senior brother, you know that..."

Sun Youde is weighing a bronze chime.

"You said... after this job, you wouldn't let me touch the furnace anymore... those seven people were refined by me for you. You told me to kill them, so I killed them; you told me to remove the bones, so I removed them..."

Her right hand groped along the ground and reached for Sun Youde's boots, grabbing his trouser leg:

"You also said that once we joined the inner sect, we wouldn't have to sleep separately at night..."

"Senior brother..."

"Myouin, let go, your clothes are dirty."

Miaoyin's hand, which was gripping her trouser leg, froze.

Sun Youde knocked.

"bite--"

Miaoyin's hand was still clutching his trouser leg, blood was flowing from her seven orifices, and her eyes were open.

......

What an outstanding disciple of Shuiyue!