From waterfowl, it began to transform into the Great Sun Golden Crow.

"Senior sister, what exactly is this thing?"

As far as the eye could see, there was only blood and grime. The rogue cultivator's body was bloated, and his fragile skin was like an eggshell. With just a slight movement, cracks appeared.

Song Baitao took a step back.

His steps were unsteady, and he felt a chill run down his spine. He had been on the path of cultivation for over thirty years, and had never witnessed anything so sinister.

Jiang Qiushui, a cultivator who has practiced for over a hundred years, considers himself to have a wealth of experience.

But this monster, its body covered in swollen skin,

She had never seen it before.

She had only heard that evil cultivators who reached this level would use ordinary people to create corpse puppets. They would peel off the skin and forge the puppets from the flesh and blood.

But this is a rogue cultivator. Even a rabbit will bite when cornered, let alone a rogue cultivator who has embarked on the path of cultivation.

"Watch your step, don't let this thing bite you," Jiang Qiushui warned.

The two gathered their sword energy and stood firmly in front of Song Wanqing.

Most of the independent cultivators around them ignored it as bystanders.

Most of the independent cultivators were confused about the situation and could only try to figure it out silently. Some drew their swords, some formed spiritual talismans, and some even turned around and left.

Are all cultivators this indifferent?

Gu Heting looked up. He saw that not a single cultivator had stepped forward.

His mind was dark, and he once again condensed water vapor.

With no one to help him, the blood lion became even more unrestrained.

The blood lion tore off the flesh from the corner of its mouth, its voice low and hoarse. Human voices were no longer audible, only low growls remained.

The flesh-and-blood rogue cultivator raised his head and charged towards Gu Heting and his group.

Song Baitao took a step back, and with his sword in hand, he actually took out a string of talismans from his chest.

A talisman for warding off evil spirits and misfortune.

Four ghost talismans can dispel the evil energy.

The moment the ghostly talisman touched the blood corpse cultivator's chest, a crackling sound rang out. The centipede in his mouth began to writhe incessantly.

But after only a moment, the blood corpse stood up again.

The claws were raised.

It slashed down at Song Baitao from above.

"This is impossible. Could it be that this thing isn't an evil spirit?"

Song Baitao had always believed that what was before him was extremely malevolent; the centipede spitting pearls was of an inexplicable evil nature. What else could it be but a malevolent spirit?

The talismans to ward off evil spirits have already been affixed to his body.

Only a small amount of Yin energy was forced out.

The thing in front of me is not a ghost.

Song Baitao was truly careless. He thought that with the four Ghostly Talismans, he would be able to kill the blood corpse in front of him. But this blood corpse was beyond reason.

Just as the blood corpse's attack came down, a square breastplate blocked it. The bronze mirror was pure white, with a koi fish pattern inside.

The mirror's surface is deep and secluded.

There was no reaction after the first strike.

Xiang Wanqing's eyes widened in surprise. Her senior sister had actually used her natal magic weapon—the Netherworld Heart-Protecting Mirror.

Upon seeing this, the blood corpse took a step back.

His face was bulging with flesh, and centipedes crawled all over his body. The bronze sword in his hand exuded an aura of the underworld. The bronze mirror at his waist even gleamed with a dark yellow light.

The burning sensation vanished in an instant as I raised my hand.

The mirror reflected the images of the four people.

A burst of intense sunlight flashed by. The Radiant Mirror of Enlightenment shone upon the four of them.

This is a ritual implement.

The rogue cultivator, now neither human nor ghost, retained his consciousness from his previous life. Maintaining a state of deep emotion, he even summoned a magical artifact.

What is this?

Gu Heting summoned the system, but the system did not provide any answers.

It simply mapped the magical artifact into the system.

[Sunlight-brightened copper mirror.]

[A wandering, unorthodox Taoist, whose natal magical artifact.]

[A patch of crimson light, a glimmer of sunshine. Transforming the blazing sun to drive away evil spirits.]

[The Leftist's Status.]

[It has been parasitized by some kind of organism.]

parasitic?

What does this mean?

If Gu Heting didn't act now, his life would be in danger. Gu Heting silently thought to himself, just about to use the Water Dragon Technique taught by Jing Li.

But before long, it was broad daylight.

A sliver of moonlight shone into the inn from the lonely cry of Moon Gorge. A longsword, swift as water, like a sewing shuttle, swept through the hall. A single longsword, piercing through a fleeting moment of beauty.

Gu Heting only heard the humming sound of the longsword.

The longsword pierced the rogue cultivator's natal magic weapon and created a huge hole in the bronze mirror.

Several sounds of water splashing were heard.

The bronze mirror shattered.

The longsword pierced through the bronze mirror, shattering it.

A crack appeared in the ground. Gu Heting's mind was filled with a buzzing sound as the sword called "Changing Water" pierced through him and the magical artifact.

By the moonlight, Gu Heting could see the small characters on the longsword.

[Rainy Creek Water Change]

[The Lone Sword's Cry]

A token was hanging above the scene. Three characters in regular script were engraved below the token.

Tang Jingxuan

Above the dome, a young man appeared. He had white hair but a youthful face, wore a jade crown on his head, and had a hairpin inserted in his forehead.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, holding a whisk in his hand.

As he opened his eyes, the young master raised two fingers.

The rogue cultivator, now reduced to flesh and blood, floated up. The young master parted his lips slightly and said calmly, "The dead are gone; disrespect is the greatest sin. Since they are dead, what is the point of not letting them rest in peace?"

Tap lightly with your finger.

The rogue cultivator's body swelled up rapidly.

Water flowed between the young master's two fingers. It slid smoothly, like a white jade snake. The water snake was gentle and warm, unlike the fierce and menacing water dragon.

Gu Heting felt that the spiritual energy on his body was very familiar.

This person has the same water-elemental root as him. Moreover, the pressure emanating from him is even greater than that of Qin Wuxie. He is not suppressing people with evil aura.

It's more like the highest good, like water.

"break"

The rogue cultivator floating in the air suddenly exploded. Two water snakes, enveloped in blood, merged and squeezed into a ball. The scattered blood did not fall into the inn.

The young master gently lifted the whisk in his hand.

The blood cells vanished into thin air in front of everyone.

He has transcended the mortal world, leaving not a trace of filth. A young man in a blue robe walks with the wind and moon. Each step he takes is like a gentle breeze in March.

Upon landing, he bowed to the late Qing dynasty.

"Tang Family Fortress, Tang Jingxuan, have neglected our distinguished guest. Three days apart feels like three autumns. It's been a long time, Princess Xiaoshan Sect."

"Second Brother Tang." Xiang Wanqing's face was filled with joy.

Seeing the man in blue arrive, Jiang Qiushui breathed a sigh of relief. If he hadn't come, it would probably have been a clash of their natal magic weapons.

Song Baitao and Gu Heting were both somewhat confused.

This young man exuded an air of nobility and spoke with exceptional eloquence. The wispy strands of his hair attracted the attention of many female cultivators around him.

Many female cultivators whispered among themselves.

"It's Young Master Tang."

"Haven't he been staying in Tangjiabao these past few days, enjoying a quiet Cold Food Festival? Why is he here?"

"........."

Tang Jingxuan's cold brows only slightly opened at this moment. He turned around, his face resembling the golden water palace zither. Gu Heting had to admit that the man before him was indeed handsome.

"You sent a message by carrier pigeon yesterday; you should have arrived this afternoon."

"Tangjiabao has been anything but peaceful these past few days, and I've been having sleepless nights. I completely forgot about this, I'm sorry, Wanqing."

This perfectly matches Gu Heting's image of a noble young master who cultivates immortality.

Her clothes were spotless, and her face was as beautiful as jade.

Gu Heting couldn't even imagine the words he used to curse.

"Second Brother..." Xiang Wanqing groaned softly, watching the scene of battle with lingering fear. He cautiously inquired, "Second Brother Tang, what has happened at Tang Family Fort these past few days? Why is the city under lockdown?"

Tang Jingxuan lowered his head, unsure how to answer. After a long while, he finally sighed.

"Do you know about the Immortal of Corpse Dissection?"