Mortal: Reborn in Yellow Maple Valley, Awakening the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts

The Yan family patriarch looked up at the night sky, his gaze sweeping over the place where Chu Zifei was hiding, but he did not notice anything unusual.

He sighed softly, reflecting to himself, "The current situation is truly turbulent."

If Wang Chan hadn't first promised great benefits and then presented concrete secret reports stating that the six sects of the Demonic Path had already taken control of the Jiang Kingdom and the Cheqi Kingdom, the Yan family patriarch's attitude would never have changed so decisively.

After standing quietly in front of the building for a moment, he turned and left. The clan meeting was to begin tomorrow, and many things still needed to be planned and prepared in advance.

After the figure of the Yan family patriarch had completely disappeared, Chu Zifei still suppressed his emotions and lay dormant on the roof beam for a long time. Only after confirming that there was no more movement around him did he lightly flip over and leap down.

After evading several rounds of patrols and searches by the Yan family disciples, he finally made his way back safely to the inn where he was staying.

The prolonged period of intense mental strain had left him physically and mentally exhausted. As soon as he entered the guest room, Chu Zifei immediately put away his cloak, climbed onto the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, a loud male voice boomed downstairs at the inn, abruptly waking Chu Zifei from his sleep.

"Attention all cultivators in the inn! Tomorrow's treasure hunt will be divided into two groups. Cultivators from our country will compete on the western peak of Yanling Fortress, while cultivators from other countries will compete on the eastern peak. Everyone must arrive on time tomorrow morning. Those who are late will be considered to have voluntarily forfeited!"

The person who made the announcement repeated it three times in a row to ensure that the message was heard before turning and leaving.

Chu Zifei had already regained his senses when the other party spoke for the second time.

He knew perfectly well that this was a deadly trap set up by the Yan family and the Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators.

All cultivators who enter this arena will become sacrifices to the Yin Fire Array, their flesh, blood, and souls being completely refined to supply Yan Ruyan for her Foundation Establishment breakthrough.

He did not go out that day, but instead sat in meditation behind closed doors, repeatedly rehearsing his plans for the next day in his mind, and was already fully confident.

He intended to take this opportunity to claim a great fortune in this blood sacrifice.

The next day, as soon as the sky began to lighten, cultivators from all walks of life gathered early on the western mountain peak.

A giant magic array had already been built on the mountaintop, with two Yan family cultivators sitting inside with their eyes closed.

Behind the magic array, an earthen platform had been erected. On the platform, dozens of Yan family members were shrouded in a thin mist, conversing in hushed tones. They were waiting for all the cultivators to arrive before they could immediately begin the assembly.

Chu Zifei did not blend into the crowd; he was currently wrapped tightly in his cloak and hiding in a secluded corner, waiting for an opportunity.

Although the Yan family had registered all the guests, he was not afraid of being exposed, relying on the cloak's powerful concealment ability and his identity from the Spirit Beast Mountain.

With a command given from the earthen platform, the so-called lottery registration officially began, and the cultivators involuntarily gathered around the magic array.

Chu Zifei's gaze fell on Han Li, who remained motionless on the west side. He breathed a slight sigh of relief. Once the great formation was activated, Han Li would draw most of the Ghost Spirit Sect's attention.

The moment Wang Chan and Han Li clashed, a huge black light curtain quietly unfolded, centered on the mountain's magic array, covering a space of over a hundred feet in radius.

As soon as the cultivators stepped into the formation, the entrances and exits were instantly sealed off. At the same time, the formation operated at full speed, with Yin Fire scorching their bodies and the formation forcibly extracting their souls, leaving those inside with no way to escape.

At the very center of the grand formation, a massive pool of blood was churning and surging, carrying an extremely strong pulling force that swept countless souls into the pool.

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Then, through the refinement of the Ghost Spirit Gate runes, it was transformed into pure blood spirit energy, which was continuously transported to Yan Ruyan behind her through the array pattern channels.

Chu Zifei remained inactive, choosing instead to continue observing from the shadows.

His goal was never to covet Yan Ruyan's blood spirit energy, but rather the soul energy that dissipated after a cultivator's death.

This malevolent energy is something that ordinary cultivators would avoid at all costs, but for him, it is an excellent treasure for tempering his body and breaking through to higher realms.

He knew perfectly well that the seven sects' counterattack had already begun, and the Ghost Spirit Sect and the Yan family would not stay here for long and would soon have to leave.

Not long after, Wang Chan, who had failed to catch Han Li, suffered another setback and returned to the place with two elders from the Ghost Spirit Sect.

At this time, Yan Ruyan had successfully completed her Foundation Establishment. Under Wang Chan's repeated urging, the Yan family members began to withdraw from Yanling Fort in an orderly manner.

The entire Yan family territory was deserted, and the black light curtain had long since dissipated on its own. Only then did Chu Zifei remove his presence and quietly sneak to the altar mentioned by the Yan family patriarch.

In the blood pool at the center of the altar, a dark red liquid formed from the essence and souls of countless cultivators was constantly bubbling up with blood-red bubbles. Within the blood pool, wisps of ghostly souls floated on the surface, faintly emitting mournful howls.

Chu Zifei sat cross-legged by the pool, focused his mind and breath, and activated the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts at full speed.

A violent devouring force erupted from within him, pulling all the raging evil energy above the blood pool into his body.

The dormant turbid yin energy within his body surged forth, circulating continuously along his meridians.

Once the evil spirits and malevolent energy absorbed from the outside come into contact with it, they are immediately assimilated and devoured by the turbid yin evil energy, becoming the foundation for the growth of the turbid yin evil energy.

However, a large amount of malevolent energy surged into the body in a short time, instantly breaking the original balance of power, and the turbid yin malevolent energy suddenly became violent and out of control.

Even if the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts were activated at full speed, it wouldn't consume the excess malevolent energy.

Even with the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts fully activated and refined, it was difficult to dispel the excessive malevolent energy. The violent malevolent energy surged straight into his sea of ​​consciousness, constantly eroding his mind.

"roar!"

Chu Zifei's eyes turned bloodshot, and he let out a beast-like roar, completely losing control.

With nowhere to vent his surging killing intent, he frantically crashed into the surrounding scenery, trying to stabilize the unbalanced murderous aura within him, but to little avail.

Just then, a figure slowly walked from the direction of Yanling Fortress, instantly attracting all his attention.

The newcomer was a Yan family disciple who had stayed behind to handle the cleanup. Suddenly, he heard a strange roar coming from the western mountain peak. He was filled with doubt and suspicion, so he immediately concealed his aura and quietly approached to investigate. However, he happened to witness Chu Zifei's murderous aura going out of control.

Chu Zifei's scarlet pupils were fixed on his opponent, his nose was panting heavily, and his limbs were tense, as if he were a wild beast pouncing on its prey, and killing intent instantly emanated from him.

The Yan family disciples felt a chill run down their spines as they looked at the violent man before them.

But after he saw Zifei's strength clearly, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, eased a little.

This berserk, out-of-control person is only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, while I am at the late stage of Foundation Establishment. No matter how you look at it, I will not be harmed.

Just as he was secretly comparing his strength, Chu Zifei suddenly moved!