Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

Chapter 70 Late Nascent Soul Stage! Slaughtering until the Yin Beasts were extinct.

Within the village.

Aftermath.

The surviving villagers were overjoyed, their long-suppressed emotions finally erupting.

The young mother held her child tightly in her arms, her eyes reddening, and she sobbed softly.

The burly men embraced each other, cheering loudly; their hoarse shouts echoed over the simple village.

An open space outside the village.

Linghu Qing bent down with his sword, his movements calm and methodical as he dissected the Yin Beast's head and picked up its crystal core.

A fleeting glance from the corner of my eye.

A large group of villagers, dark as night, rushed toward him.

Everyone wore a simple, joyful expression, their eyes filled with awe.

The white-haired village chief walked at the front, his steps faltering, and quickly came to Linghu Qing, bowing deeply.

"Thank you so much, Immortal Master, for saving my life."

He turned his head, waved, and shouted loudly.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"Everyone, quickly help the Immortal Master collect the Yin Beast Cores!"

"You two immortals must be tired from your journey. Please come with me into the village to rest and have a sip of warm water."

Children are naturally pure and unafraid of strangers.

A group of ragged children swarmed forward, surrounding the two of them and curiously observing the unfamiliar foreign cultivators.

"Um!"

Thank you for your trouble.

Linghu Qing nodded slightly and wiped the blood off the tip of his sword with his sleeve.

Not far away.

Several cultivators who had been stranded there stood quietly, exchanging glances, each with their own thoughts.

They are few in number and have long been marginalized in this ordinary village, with little say in the matter.

Now, a powerful body cultivator has suddenly appeared.

If we can recruit this person into our group...

They could then seize power and overpower the local ordinary martial artists.

This is an opportunity!

A hint of eagerness flashed in their eyes.

Entering the village.

Linghu Qing glanced around casually.

The surrounding area was dilapidated and crooked, with mud houses that were crooked and the walls were mottled and cracked.

The sun never shines here, and the air is cold and damp.

The villagers coming and going all had sallow complexions, dry and rough skin, and their fingertips were covered with cracked calluses.

From the perspective of cultivators outside, this place is simply not suitable for humans to live in for a long time.

But it was in such a desperate situation.

Those humans who strayed into the underworld did not give up hope of survival.

They settled here, built houses, huddled together for warmth, married, had children, and multiplied generation after generation.

Time flies.

Over time.

In this desolate and desolate land, a tiny human civilization, unique to the underworld, was born.

Nangong Wan's bright eyes darted around as she curiously surveyed the dilapidated scene around her, a hint of surprise rising in her heart.

She had just learned about the Underworld.

But I never expected that there would be a society of ordinary people in it.

To know.

Any random Yin Beast is almost as powerful as a demon beast in the early stage of Qi Refining.

Just a mortal.

It's truly remarkable that they were able to withstand the attacks of the Yin Beast.

The village chief led the two into a relatively clean mud house, where he respectfully handed them a wooden bowl filled with murky, lukewarm water.

"Immortal Master."

"I implore you to stay in the village."

"I am willing to relinquish this position of village chief."

The words fell.

The cultivators' expressions suddenly turned ugly, and their brows furrowed.

They tried their best to win over the other party, but they never expected the village chief to pull this stunt.

In that case, how can they win this person over?

Linghu Qing's gaze remained calm as he took in all their subtle movements.

Even Nangong Wan could easily see through the little scheme behind it.

"No need."

Linghu Qing's tone was calm and indifferent, without the slightest ripple.

"I will be leaving this place soon."

"Immortal Master is probably unaware."

"No one who falls into the ghostly mist has ever left alive. Once you enter this place, you can never leave."

The village chief shook his head repeatedly, his tone filled with helplessness and advice.

Several cultivators lowered their eyes, looking dejected.

For them, leaving home is an unattainable dream.

"You don't need to worry about this."

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"I do have a favor to ask of you all. Do any of you have any waterborne bacteria?"

"Of course I have it, I'll fetch it for you right away, Immortal Master!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the village chief immediately nodded in agreement.

He secretly made his own plans.

No one who just entered this place was willing to accept their fate.

Once the immortal realizes the cruelty of this place and completely abandons the idea of ​​leaving, I will slowly persuade him to stay.

The village chief turned around, about to go out to fetch something.

Suddenly remembering something, he abruptly stopped in his tracks.

His body froze in place.

The other cultivators in the room were also suddenly stunned, their pupils contracting slightly.

"Sir—how do you know it sinks in water?"

"You were clearly just swept into this place by the ghostly mist."

One person couldn't help but speak, their tone full of surprise and doubt.

"I didn't wander in by mistake."

"I deliberately entered the Ghost Mist in order to collect resources such as sinking water and Yin Beast Crystal Cores."

The moment those words were spoken, the entire room fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared at him blankly, their minds completely empty.

Ghostly mist.

Those who enter this place will find it difficult to escape.

Someone actually dared to venture into the ghostly fog?

He's just brain-dead.

Or is there something to rely on?

If there is something to rely on.

How extraordinary must one's cultivation be to dare to do such a thing?

A monk swallowed hard and asked cautiously.

"May I ask—what is your cultivation level, senior?"

"Late stage of Nascent Soul."

Linghu Qing answered calmly, as if he were answering an ordinary question.

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The cultivators stood stiffly, barely daring to breathe, their bodies tense and their expressions extremely restrained.

Deep in his eyes, only pure awe remained.

Late Nascent Soul stage!

They were fortunate enough to witness a powerful being in the late Nascent Soul stage.

This.

The highest level they had seen was Foundation Establishment cultivator, and the highest level they had ever seen was Core Formation cultivator.

Where have I ever seen such a high-ranking person?

It was still face-to-face, within three meters of them.

In a short time.

The group stood there awkwardly, unable to utter a word.

Although the village chief was not a cultivator, he was aware of the cultivation level classification.

The neighboring village once trapped a Nascent Soul cultivator, who was already recognized as the strongest person in the entire Netherworld.

The person before me was actually a powerful being in the later stages of cultivation.

A sense of awe quietly crept into my heart.

After holding their breath for a long time, someone finally spoke.

"May I ask, senior?"

"Since you've come in voluntarily, are you confident you can leave the Underworld?"

A monk suppressed his excitement and asked, his voice trembling.

"nature."

"Once you reach the top of Storm Mountain and wait for the True Spirit Luo to feed again and the Ghost Mist to crack open, you can take the opportunity to leave."

Linghu Qing nodded slightly.

A light ignited in everyone's eyes, only to dim again in an instant.

Storm Mountain.

A chilling wind howled, and sinister beasts lurked within.

With their meager physical bodies, they were simply incapable of reaching the summit.

"So that's how it is."

The excitement in one person's eyes instantly turned into despair.

The most frustrating thing in this world is that just when you've resigned yourself to your fate, you're suddenly given hope again.

Then, I'll make you despair.

They had already accepted life in the underworld.

But today.

They knew a way to leave, but were unable to do so because of their weakness.

This kind of psychological pain can only be felt by themselves.

After a while.

The village chief turned back.

Two burly men put down a gray-white earthenware jar, which was filled with a full vat of sinking water.

To show respect, he directly took out 80% of the village's submerged water reserves.

The remaining 20% ​​will be used to refine Yin soldiers to protect the village.

"Senior, please accept all of this."

"Yes, it is extremely yin and pure, it is indeed yin spirit water, which is what you call sinking water."

What do you want?

"This old man dares not presume to ask for any reward."

"If possible, please kill more Yin Beasts to alleviate our survival pressure. On behalf of all the villagers, I thank you, Immortal Master."

"Can."

Linghu Qing calmly agreed.

Even if the other party didn't speak, he already intended to slaughter all the Yin Beasts.

The Yin Beast Crystal Core is a Soul Stone, which can not only be used but also exchanged for Spirit Stones.

The essence of Yin beasts is used to nurture the weeping soul.

"Tell me the location of all the nearby lairs and herds of Yin beasts."

Upon hearing this, the village chief was overjoyed and immediately agreed.

"etc."

Linghu Qing gazed into the distance, looking at this gray and desolate world.

The underworld is not very large.

Including all settlements, there are only about ten villages.

Simply.

Clean thoroughly in one go.

In the original story, Han Li merely waited passively for the Yin Beasts to come to him, and Ti Hun already gained a considerable amount of wealth.

Now, he took the initiative to slaughter all the evil beasts in this place.

How far can the Crying Soul evolve?

A glimmer of hope stirred within him.

Here, he cannot use his divine sense and can only rely on a large crowd to gather information.

"Go and inform the other villages that I am going to cleanse the underworld."

"Unite all forces in the Underworld and launch a counterattack against the Underworld Beasts!"

"what?"

The village chief looked at him in shock.

Several days later.

Another village.

Inside the simple stone house, the village chief gathered the village's key members to discuss matters.

"A cultivator from another village has arrived."

"This person boasted that he would slaughter all the Yin beasts in the entire Yin Netherworld."

"Let us cooperate fully."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a burly man, with a disdainful expression, sneered loudly.

"Extremely arrogant!"

"The spiritual energy here is sealed, preventing cultivators from using their magic. How dare a mere mortal utter such arrogant words?"

Several cultivators present frowned slightly and gave him an unfriendly look.

There was no rebuttal.

The village chief sighed softly, his expression grave.

"This person is a body cultivator."

"Body cultivation?"

The group looked at each other blankly.

"Body cultivation!"

Upon hearing this, the cultivators looked up at the village chief in surprise, as if to confirm whether the news was true.

"Body cultivators refer to cultivators who have tempered their physical bodies. They possess immense strength and formidable physiques, often capable of fighting demonic beasts with their bare hands."

One of the monks, barely suppressing his excitement, explained.

The entire room erupted in uproar.

They knew all too well the terror of the monsters.

Humans are not the only ones who occasionally wander into this place.

There are also monsters.

They feed on evil beasts, are brutal and powerful, and no one dares to provoke them.

"Even as a body cultivator, it's impossible to kill all the Yin Beasts, isn't it?"

Some people have raised questions.

"This person is in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm."

The village chief uttered five words, his eyes filled with deep apprehension.

"What?"

The pupils of several cultivators shrank suddenly, both surprised and delighted.

"Late-stage Nascent Soul Body Cultivator!"

"Even a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was sucked into the ghostly mist; that's terrifying."

"Would someone so powerful that they could single-handedly traverse the entire Netherworld be trapped?"

"Break through the entire Netherworld?"

"Stop bragging."

Several local martial artists looked unconvinced, their lips curling into disdain.

That's an exaggeration.

"You simply don't understand the power of Nascent Soul body cultivators."

The cultivators glanced at them coldly, feeling dissatisfied but too lazy to argue.

"If all the Yin Beasts die out, what will we eat?"

Some people expressed their concerns and raised questions.

"The Yin Beasts will not disappear; they will be reborn even after they are killed."

"in addition."

"That senior will deliberately keep a portion for our survival."

The village chief spoke in a deep voice.

Although he felt that it was too far-fetched for one person to break through the Netherworld, he also knew the terror of the Nascent Soul stage.

If you can befriend someone, never offend them.

"Everyone, gather your forces, we're heading to Rock Village to provide support."

Everyone accepted the order and withdrew to make preparations.

Everyone felt a mixture of excitement and bewilderment.

They never imagined that one day, humans would voluntarily leave their villages to hunt the Yin Beasts.

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