Chapter 263: The Seal of the Corpse God Unleashed

A heavy miasma of death and decay rose, like the ignited bellflower belching out swirling black fumes.

Waves of these ominous clouds churned as if hideous demons, twisted and snarling, crawled out from the netherworld.

The night was blotted out; even the stars had vanished into the abyss.

Whoosh—

A cold, eerie wind swept through, almost like the lament of lost souls.

An oppressive aura of rank horror emanated in an instant from the Seal of the Corpse God—formed by the interlacing black mists—inhibiting every breath and making it hard to gasp.

In the murk, a massive, dreadful figure began to materialize around the seal, exuding a blood-red glow like terrible, watching eyes descending from the heavens.

This Seal of the Corpse God had been fully activated; its emanations were far more terrifying than the one retrieved from the Demon Child.

The perverse cult of the Corpse God intended to plague Huang Jianjiu; yet, as a true inheritor of the Qianyuan Divine Sect’s authentic lineage ranked second, his innate talent was not to be underestimated.

Such extraordinary gift had naturally caught the Corpse God Sect’s eye; they sent forth the seal as their trump card to invade Lingnan Path’s Qianyuan Divine Sect.

And because Huang Jianjiu’s cultivation was so formidable, the Seal of the Corpse God they offered was of an exceptionally high caliber—equivalent to that of the Ancients among the Five Elders!

It even surpassed the seal of the Demon Child in rank!

Boom—!!

When Li Che unleashed the Seal of the Corpse God from the Cosmic Chessboard, an earth-shattering pressure swept over everything, as if intent on obliterating all in its path.

Even Li Che’s expression faltered for a moment.

Who would have thought that this revived Seal of the Corpse God could be so terrifying?

A Five-Elder-level Seal of the Corpse God!

It was akin to a Corpse God of the Martial Saint or Divine Seed tier!

Moreover, its rank almost matched that of the Temple Spirit, rendering it invincible at its own level!

Even Li Che felt as though a massive boulder pressed against his chest, his blood freezing in its tracks with every vein straining under the sheer pressure!

Whoosh—!!

It was as if countless ghosts were roaring; the twisted, gigantic visage forming in the black mists radiated pure terror as the Seal of the Corpse God continued to swell…

It was nearly mountain-like in its enormity, threatening to annihilate everyone!

It was horrifying!

Li Che’s mud pellet at his brow shimmered as his Star Plucking Gaze was triggered, and his golden eyes burst forth with divine brilliance while his flesh seemed to rip apart!

The Pure Heart Dao Fruit trembled, unleashing its innate divine essence. In its inner vista, images of temple deities’ visages revived from their cultivation—one roaring in anger like a luminous True Primate, pounding his chest and bellowing to the sky—came to aid Li Che in countering the oppressive force.

Beside Li Che, Huang Jianjiu’s Spiritual Confinement expression grew grave.

The sword casket exploded as the Sword Immortal’s Sword erupted with incandescent light, sending out nine streams of sword aura that snaked upward like dragons, as if propping open the overwhelming pressure of the collapsing corpse-seal!

Yet even a sword saint, master of his art, felt an immense strain at that moment.

All nine streams of sword aura seemed to bend under the weight!

They hummed and vibrated—each breath causing them to flicker, vanish, and reappear hundreds of times!

The Five-Elder-level Seal of the Corpse God twisted and swelled violently, its churning miasma and cadaverous energy surging like tidal waves, instantly flooding Tinglei Alley as though the barriers between time and the underworld had been torn asunder, unleashing a torrent of murky, corrosive water!

Boom—!!!

At that moment, Li Che finally beheld the true form of the Corpse God summoned by the seal!

Unlike the deformed, bloated, and swollen temple deity figure summoned by the Demon Child’s seal, this was a gigantic, blue-faced, fanged Buddha figure, its body covered in writhing tentacles and even encircled by a dark, halo-like ring!

Li Che’s heart skipped a beat. Having refined the Six Desires Divine Essence, he immediately recognized the divine nature of this Corpse God—it was the Corpse God of the Body-Touch among the Six Desires!

But then…

Just as this tide of death energy was about to engulf the Restaurant and its surroundings,

“Woof—!!!”

A single bark shattered the air like thunder from the heavens.

Whoosh—!

The sound wave tore through the oppressive aura; all trace of the Corpse God’s pressure vanished without a trace. A tiny dog paw contained enough power to hold back the collapse of the skies and earth!

Li Che’s eyes narrowed slightly; a strange color flickered in his pupils.

That little dog paw brought him an unprecedented sense of security!

The dog paw struck out boldly.

Like the roar of a fearsome thunderclap, it pounded down as if a god had swung a colossal mallet at the earth!

The massive, tentacled Corpse God that had just coalesced was slammed down violently, shattering like a twisted cake into countless fragments!

A dull thud resounded!

The newly arrived Body-Touch Corpse God was instantly extinguished!

In an instant, all traces of death and decay dissipated, as if evaporated by a majestic, overwhelming force into nothingness.

Only a slowly spinning Seal of the Corpse God remained, hovering before Li Che.

The world fell silent as the hidden, cold moonlight poured down once more, stretching the silhouettes of Li Che and the Big Black Dog into long, slender shadows across the ground.

Although Huang Jianjiu stood by Li Che, emanating sword intent, his Spiritual Confinement rendered him shadowless.

That Five-Elder-level Seal of the Corpse God now lay docile and obedient, devoid of any hostility.

It silently spiraled in midair, whirring as it turned.

It had been completely subdued by the dog’s paw.

The swirling ‘Contract(触)’ character signified the inherent nature of the seal.

Huang Jianjiu’s Spiritual Confinement and Li Che exchanged troubled glances.

Was… that really the end?

But this was the Seal of the Corpse God!

Huang Jianjiu knew all too well the terror of this seal—after all, he had once suffered a fate worse than death at its hands.

Yet now, under the mighty paw of the dog… the seal’s Corpse God will had been completely annihilated?

A deep, inexplicable awe welled within Huang Jianjiu as he retracted his sword aura in silent reverence.

The dog, or rather the revered senior dog, was impressive!

Li Che’s eyes shone with astonishment as he glanced at the composed Boss, who took a drag of his cigarette and flicked the ash, his curiosity about these two beings mounting.

Could a dog be this fierce?

And what about this Boss then?

Li Che shifted his gaze to the Big Black Dog, who proudly shook its paw with a mischievous, gleeful twinkle in its eye.

It was as if it were saying, “One swift paw-swipe earns me a full day of play with XiXi—pure profit for us canine types!”

Li Che chuckled, giving the dog his nod of approval.

When Li Che spoke, his word was final—he never cheated, never flinched.

A stirring in his soul; the Cosmic Chessboard closed in, and with a flick of his Pure Heart Dao Fruit’s awakened divine essence, Li Che plucked the seal and embedded it into Huang Jianjiu’s Spiritual Confinement, right on his brow.

“Take the Seal of the Corpse God and search for the traces of the Corpse God Sect in Daocheng,” Li Che instructed.

Huang Jianjiu’s face turned rare serious as he replied, “As you command, Lord.”

With that, Huang Jianjiu was absorbed into the Cosmic Chessboard as a Spiritual Confinement piece.

After his explosive mishaps—first self-detonating and then being shattered by the Big Black Dog—Huang Jianjiu’s state of Spiritual Confinement had suffered a bit.

Just before being reabsorbed, tears welled in his eyes as if to say,

“We’ve come this far—aren’t we going to celebrate with a drink?”

But Li Che ignored his longing to gulp three hundred cups of Dragon Blood Wine.

Dusting off his ink-stained robe, Li Che stepped into the Restaurant.

“Boss, I’ll have something to eat.”

“Just noodles.”

“Then give me a bowl of noodles.”

“Hmph.”

“I’m not picky.”

“Just wait.”

The Boss stubbed out his cigarette; though he bore no scent of tobacco, he turned and pushed open the door as the copper bell hanging there chimed crisply.

Moments later, delicious aromas wafted out from the kitchen.

A lamp lit the small space and a bowl of noodles was served.

The warm, familiar atmosphere persisted.

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True to his word, the next day Li Che brought XiXi to the Restaurant.

They spent the entire day playing with the Big Black Dog—naturally, XiXi was the happiest, gobbling treats non-stop under the Boss’s care.

Whatever she craved, the Boss would whip up just the dish for her.

Occasionally, XiXi would ride on the Big Black Dog, clutching its neck with both tiny hands as they dashed through the alleyways.

The Big Black Dog jumped joyfully, tongue lolling, racing with XiXi at breakneck speed.

It was hard to imagine this playful creature was the same one that had just shattered the will of a Corpse God with a single paw last night.

But as always, the merriment was fleeting; after a day of indulgence at the Restaurant, Li Che took XiXi and departed.

Holding little XiXi’s hand—father and daughter fading into the deep darkness of Tinglei Alley—their figures slowly disappeared into the night.

The dog, exhaling a tired sigh as if its life had lost all joy, flopped onto the ground, yawned, and fell into a deep, heavy sleep.

The Boss watched until their silhouettes were gone.

Only then did he exhale, pull out some paper, pinch a small pinch of tobacco from his pouch, roll a cigarette, and light it with a match.

Sparks sizzled as the burning paper crackled.

The smoke mingled with the cold moonlight.

Under the dim light of the small shop, a few scattered glimmers fought back against the dark.

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The tragic fate of the Su Family had not rippled into Daocheng.

The vast city, teeming with people and running like clockwork, went on.

Yet the news of Huang Jianjiu’s night raid—slaughtering hundreds of Su Family disciples and beheading the Martial Saint Su Wenxi in one fell swing—became a storm, echoing through every street and teahouse.

Every traveler arriving from outside Daocheng couldn’t help but ask about it.

After hearing the tale, they would applaud and exclaim, “Hail Sword Saint Huang!”

But none dared to get too cocky—after all, the Su Family remained Daocheng’s foremost clan; even in the face of a Martial Saint’s death and the massacre of hundreds of disciples, their legacy was not to be trifled with by ordinary martial artists.

Still, their stories were cheered, and many in the martial world had heard the legends of the Su Family.

Rumor had it that any wandering heroine arriving in Daocheng would eventually find her way into the Su Family Compound—a fact that infuriated many travelers.

Daocheng…

The Dao Master Residence…

The Dragon Queen, resplendent in lavish robes, sat in the Pavilion, casually sprinkling bait into a meandering pond, luring schools of fish whose splashing tails clamored for a feast.

Not far off, Ao Qingqing, under the tutelage of the young Dao Master Yue Weizheng, was refining her martial arts.

Her robust body—trained to perfection—garnered Yue Weizheng’s admiration.

“Truly worthy of the Eastern Sea Dragon God Clan—born with a natural aptitude. Young though she is, her physical conditioning rivals that of a grandmaster. Possessing innate divine power, she embodies the might of a true Dragon God…”

“Even Yang Yi, second on the Su Family’s Dragon Child Register of the Qianyuan Divine Sect, famed for his innate strength and his mighty Celestial Bow, can scarcely match her!”

Young Dao Master Yue Weizheng praised her.

A soft smile broke across Ao Qingqing’s youthful face.

After she finished sprinkling the bait, the Princess clapped her hands. Her once-dull eyes rekindled with a spark upon hearing Yue Weizheng’s words.

In Ao Qingqing, the princess found her final hope in Daocheng.

Originally, she had planned to reside in Wangchun Pavilion as bait to lure in the Underworld, hoping they would come for her.

But upon learning that the Underworld had united with Huang Jianjiu to slay Su Family’s Martial Saint Su Wenxi,

her plan to feign grievous injury and fish for the Ogre was abruptly quashed.

She returned to the Dao Master Residence, feeling only stifled frustration.

The power of the Underworld…

Unconsciously, it seemed far stronger than she had ever imagined.

Su Wenxi had been restrained by the Underworld, affording Huang Jianjiu time to massacre the Su Family disciples…

And if the Underworld could hold Su Wenxi at bay, it meant their combat prowess was on par with a Martial Saint.

After exhaling and clapping her hands, the Princess strode forth.

A fierce determination gleamed in her eyes.

Now, she placed all her hope on Ao Qingqing.

She knew that the wretched Li Nuǎnxi—who had once been close to the Underworld’s Ogre and cost her son Ji Haihui his life—had also doomed the Sect Master’s Wife, that little brat You Liqing, whose very survival was now in jeopardy as she prepared for the Dao Master’s personal exam.

She was determined that Ao Qingqing would seize the coveted spot in the Dao Master’s exam, thereby preventing Li Nuǎnxi from being chosen as the Dao Master’s protégé.

Only then could her personal vendetta be avenged.

Once back in Jizhou, she would inform Ji Mo Li, ensuring that the little wretch would rue the day!

And the Princess was confident that Ao Qingqing could indeed become the Dao Master’s personal disciple.

After all, the renowned Dao Master Lv Xuan Sword Immortal of the Qianyuan Divine Sect—ranked fifth among the greats—was famed for his impartial teachings.

Even barbarians from Dali were taken on as disciples; his personal exam was known for its fairness.

Even if Li Nuǎnxi clung to the Sect Master’s Wife, it was inconceivable for him to be accepted by Lv Xuan Sword Immortal.

Lv Xuan Sword Immortal’s meticulously arranged exam would be undermined if backdoor deals prevailed, which would utterly tarnish his reputation.

“Qingqing, you must become Lv Xuan Sword Immortal’s disciple!”

The Dragon Queen’s eyes blazed with hope as she looked at Ao Qingqing.

Ao Qingqing pursed her lips; any smile quickly vanished.

She felt a weight in her chest—an overwhelming burden borne from the Dragon Queen’s expectations.

“Aunt, I…I will do everything in my power!”

Taking a deep breath, Ao Qingqing clenched her fists.

“No! Not just try—you must give everything. I need you to surpass that wretched girl!”

A contorted, almost monstrous expression flared across the Dragon Queen’s flawless face.

She stepped forward and grabbed Ao Qingqing by the shoulders.

Ao Qingqing turned pale with fright, her shoulders stinging from the grip.

Young Dao Master Yue Weizheng frowned from the sidelines but said nothing.

“Aunt…”, Ao Qingqing managed to choke out.

“You’re hurting Qingqing.”

The Princess paused, loosening her grip. Although her ferocity faded from her face, her trembling hands concealed in her sleeves still betrayed her anger.

“Young Dao Master, please take care of Qingqing…”

The Princess said softly.

Young Dao Master Yue Weizheng smiled gently. “My son, Yue Linghu, will also participate in the Dao Master’s exam. His father is set to reemerge in a few days—this is the perfect chance for Qingqing and Linghu to train together and receive his guidance.”

“As for the personal exam, each will compete solely on their own merit.”

The Princess’s eyes shone with joy at this prospect.

Daocheng’s Dao Master… Yue Huanglong?!

Could it be that he was about to reappear?!

With his guidance, Qingqing’s chances of being accepted as the Divine Sect’s personal disciple would soar.

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Qianyuan Divine Sect.

Outer Gate, Disciples City.

Elders’ Court.

“Father! Are you ready?”

“XiXi’s coming!”

Dressed in a tiny training outfit meticulously sewn by Zhang Ya, XiXi’s uniform clung to her, accentuating her little belly.

Li Che, clad in an ink robe, smiled broadly, one hand resting behind him while the other was extended forward.

“Come on, your father is ready.”

Li Che said cheerfully.

At that, XiXi’s eyes lit up. With an eager stomp, her small frame set the ground trembling as her qi surged, morphing her into a swift, darting black shadow.

“Heh-ha!”

XiXi clenched her little fists and thrust them forward. With a loud smack, her tiny hand struck Li Che’s outstretched hand.

A burst of qi exploded, diffusing like smoke in the air!

Seizing the momentum, XiXi clambered up, grabbed Li Che’s arm, and delivered a lightning-fast kick to his face.

Li Che’s lips curved in amusement as the hand that had been gripped by XiXi slipped away like a snake, gently tapping her foot as it came.

Silently, a trace of divine energy from the Pure Heart Dao Fruit—refined through three metamorphoses—spread into XiXi, purging and renewing her flesh!

At only five years old, XiXi’s body had reached the Grandmaster level, although her martial art prowess still lagged a bit.

Whenever Li Che immersed himself in that Pure Heart divine energy, he would impart martial insights to her.

For his daughter…

Even if it was just a little extra tutoring.

With the Dao Master’s exam imminent, all prodigies strove to improve—and Li Che giving his daughter special training was only natural.

The more XiXi sparred with Li Che, the more exhilarated she became—as if only when challenging her dear old dad did she feel truly alive!

XiXi fought with wild determination, like a frenzied calf.

Smack, smack, smack—

Kicking continuously, her strikes reverberated through the air like bursts of explosive qi, echoing like firecrackers.

“Dad, catch my Dragon Elephant Fist!”

XiXi leapt into the air, spinning rapidly, and then, with a high-pitched cry, clenched her fists.

Her punch rippled with martial intent, and behind her, a phantom of the Dragon Elephant appeared!

Li Che had taught her the Martial Saint technique known as Myriad Transformations of Dragon Elephant.

Now, with the appearance of the Dragon Elephant phantom, it signified that XiXi had finally mastered the art to its pinnacle—a true manifestation!

She was one step away from grasping the real essence!

Boom!

XiXi’s eyes shone brightly as her little belly quivered slightly; with both arms shooting out forcefully at Li Che,

her qi and body merged into the true form of a grandmaster’s aura, erupting in a burst of divine qi!

Li Che’s eyes gleamed with approval.

With a snap of his fingers, he deflected XiXi’s Myriad Transformations of Dragon Elephant Fist.

XiXi’s attack fizzled, and she hopped back with three graceful, bouncing arcs.

Landing on the ground, she looked at her hands in delighted wonder.

“Dad! I did it—I’ve channeled true qi! I’m a Grandmaster now!”

XiXi beamed ecstatically and wiggled her little bottom in joy.

From a distance under the eaves,

Nie Yang stood with his legs apart, sword in hand, taking a deep breath.

Beside him, Li Chengzhou imitated his solemn stance—arms wrapped around his sword, legs spread, drawing in cold air.

Li Chengzhou, ever the eager one, wore an expression of awe and envy.

“Sister XiXi, you’re amazing.”

“A five-year-old Grandmaster… simply unstoppable.”

Li Chengzhou remarked earnestly.

Nie Yang patted Li Chengzhou’s head affectionately and said, “You must work even harder—pour your youth into what matters. Facing such prodigies, your talent is ordinary; only your sword can keep pace with them. Rely on hard work and determination to catch up.”

The rarely verbose Grandmaster Nie Yang spoke these words with rare sincerity.

Li Chengzhou, deeply in awe of his master, nodded vigorously, clutching his sword even tighter, legs spread wide.

“I’ve already signed you up for the Dao Master’s personal exam. Give it a try!”

Nie Yang said.

“Ah?” Li Chengzhou looked up in confused wonder.

Nie Yang turned and looked down at him with a cool, uplifting smile; one gleaming white tooth shone in the sunlight.

“Don’t fear failure! A great swordsman is forged through countless defeats—each misstep hones your blade.”

“Let each failure sharpen your sword; you’re bound to triumph!”

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Spring had arrived with mixed rain and wind; after the rain, the greenery deepened.

With Qingming nearing, the soft drizzle fell like fine, nourishing syrup.

Willows along the streets of Daocheng sprouted tender branches, infusing the city with vibrant life.

The patter of rain was like countless tiny needles drifting from the sky, silently nurturing everything.

“Hoo—”

“Sigh—”

At Tinglei Alley in the Private Workshop Courtyard,

Li Che stood in the center, bathed in the gentle, moist spring rain. His body burned as if by a branding iron, every inch of skin glowing a fierce crimson.

Beneath that red, each blood vessel pulsed with silvery blood clearly visible as it surged.

Within his chest, the Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit pounded vigorously!

In an instant, a powerful surge of enlightenment from the dao fruit flooded Li Che’s mind.

His eyes shimmered with a golden, aromatic smoke, as if he had entered the nascent state of divine power akin to ascending a tower.

His fingers spread like fists and palms, trembling as they shattered the air. Ferocious currents of wind howled and whipped about, stirring every breath within the courtyard!

His sinews and bones creaked like clanging metal as the nine grand tendons on his back quivered, and his spine roared like a rising dragon.

Eight key meridian nodes converged along that dragon-like spine, each radiating a hollow glow!

With his fingers lashing out like divine spears in his self-devised Divine Seed Martial Arts—Myriad Transformations of Dragon Elephant—interwoven with the power of Wanlong Fushen, countless dragon silhouettes raged violently until they coalesced into a fierce, entwined beast of qi and blood.

The beast roared—as if every dragon joined into one mighty form!

Li Che’s fingers clenched into fists, and with a deafening crack, the air exploded into a vast void!

Countless raindrops evaporated into steamy mist!

“Divine Seed Martial Arts – Myriad Transformations of Dragon Elephant… I have reached the Grandmaster state!”

Li Che stood motionless as mighty qi surged about him, whipping up a vortex that tossed his jet-black hair like a bolt of lightning.

A pulsating, blood-red Divine Seed instantly coalesced in his hand, its surface etched with intricate, vein-like patterns, as though it were an inseparable part of him—pulsating with each breath.

Like a mighty mallet striking the earth, its reverberations sent rippling shockwaves outward.

In his eyes, the golden smoke settled into a deep, concentrated calm.

With his boundless will, he transported that Divine Seed into the first of the nodes along his spine!

Boom—!!!

When the Divine Seed and the meridian node finally merged, Li Che’s spine roared like a thousand thunderclaps!

Crack, crack, crack—

Like a long-dormant giant dragon suddenly rearing its head and letting out a piercing cry, his bones and sinews resounded with the shock!

He retrieved a lower-tier Fifth-Stage Martial Pill and swallowed it whole.

His powerful stomach churned, crushing the pill’s medicinal garb as its surging properties flooded forth, which he devoured with ferocious intensity.

One after another, innate divine qi erupted from the Divine Seed—first one, then two, then three…

Soon, 108 streams of innate divine qi emerged, like 108 roaring dragons entwining themselves around him!

Li Che’s jet-black hair whipped wildly as he looked at his clenched fists, feeling an overwhelming surge of power in his flesh.

If he so desired, he could shatter his Divine Seed in an instant to break the shackles of his mortal form and unleash even greater strength!

Having harnessed 108 streams of innate divine qi, Li Che’s cultivation had reached the pinnacle of a Nascent Grandmaster!

His next step would be to ignite the Three Flowers on top and break into the Supreme Grandmaster realm.

But Li Che wasn’t in a hurry.

He planned to refine all Eight-Gate Divine Seed Martial Arts to the Grandmaster state, merging them into his Divine Seed to obtain the eight types of innate divine qi—thus forming the Eight-Gate Innate Divine Qi!

A single stream of innate divine qi forged from all eight divine qi types!

Perhaps then Li Che could directly surpass the Three Flowers realm…

And finally challenge the Martial Saint!

Even with the enlightenment from the Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit, Li Che had only refined his Myriad Transformations of Dragon Elephant Martial Arts to the Grandmaster level; his once perfected Enraged Heavenly King Gaze and Zhang Mo Mang Spear had not yet matched this state.

For he had advanced other Divine Seed Martial Arts like the Wanxiang Nine Gods Seal, Blood Croc Cleave, and the Blood-Weeping Divine Phoenix Life and Death Art to their pinnacle.

Notably, the Nine Heavens Profound Eagle Split Sky Fist—obtained from Su Wenxi—had likewise been refined to its ultimate state through the dao fruit’s enlightenment.

Li Che was exceedingly satisfied with this overall breakthrough.

Slowly, he retracted the swirling qi and reabsorbed it into himself.

He then returned under the eaves and sat in peaceful meditation.

Dynamic as a rabbit and still as a maiden.

Li Che’s seamless control over his body was a testament to his mastery.

He retrieved a Fifth-Stage Mid-level Divine Crystal—of which he only possessed five in total.

Clenching it, an immense absorption force burst forth.

The mighty, formidable aura of the Luminous True Primate rumbled as it bellowed a roar.

After devouring vast amounts of divine essence, it belched.

Clearly, the True Primate had reached the zenith of its primordial state.

The other Seven Emotive Temple Spirits had likewise reached their utmost states, their divine essence overflowing.

It was time to begin condensing the Divine Essence Golden Pill.

While feeling the Pure Heart Dao Fruit absorb the divine power from the Fifth-Stage Mid-level Divine Crystal,

Li Che’s mind began to wander.

“The Six-Desire Divine Foundation has long awaited…”

“I wonder how Huang Jianjiu’s preparations are coming along…”

Drawing inspiration from Huang Jianjiu, Li Che wondered if he could channel the power of the [Six-Desire Exorcism Lv Xuan Sword Immortal] to forge a divine visage based on the foundations of six divine entities?

He wasn’t certain if it would work,

But he had to try at least.

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Spring rain fell softly, drifting in gentle cascades.

At the Six-Desire Exorcism Lv Xuan Sword Immortal Bizarre Temple,

Huang Jianjiu, his head under a bamboo hat and sword casket slung over his back with a Liquor Gourd at his waist,

Gazed at the Bizarre Temple shrouded in spring mist as administered by the Temple Guardian Division.

Huang Jianjiu removed his Liquor Gourd and downed a swig of liquor.

“Ride the wind on your sword to vanquish demons! In a world of revelry with wine, chaos reigns; without it, even I go mad…”

He laughed heartily, staggering as if his feet were greased.

Casually, he exchanged greetings with several divine attendants of the Temple Guardian Division.

Then he planned to blend into the Bizarre Temple.

But—

Barely had he appeared when the air burst open, the spring rain igniting in flames and the eerie mists tearing apart.

Out of the dissolving mists strode the imposing figure of the General of the Temple Guardian Division, Feng Zhiqi, clad in his governor’s robe and exuding awe-inspiring might.

Step by step, he emerged from the mist.

With his fearsome Martial Saint aura, the field he projected froze everything around him, rising like a towering mountain before Huang Jianjiu.

Feng Zhiqi stood at the pinnacle.

Looking down upon the unruly Huang Jianjiu, his words were sharp as clashing teeth.

“Scram.”

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