Translator: Cinder Translations
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Miao Tong’s face was filled with fear as he hurriedly explained:
"Senior, please do not listen to Hao Man’s slander. I have no such thoughts. If you do not trust , I can swear a soul oath. If I break my oath, my soul will scatter."
Song Wen shook his head. Miao Tong had learned too many of his secrets, and he wasn’t willing to stake his life and future on an oath, even a soul oath.
"Open your sea of consciousness and let plant the ’Soul Lock Curse.’"
Miao Tong stared in shock at Song Wen. Having soone plant a ’Soul Lock Curse’ ant that one’s life and death would be in the hands of another at any mont, and for the rest of one’s life, they would have to obey orders like a puppet.
"What’s wrong? Are you unwilling?"
Song Wen’s icy voice rang out, "If you don’t want to, I’ll just kill you. Only the dead can keep secrets better."
With that, a sharp sound broke through the air.
A blood-red tentacle suddenly shot towards Miao Tong’s head.
If the tentacle struck, Miao Tong’s head would surely shatter.
"Wait, Senior, I am willing to let you plant the ’Soul Lock Curse,’" Miao Tong quickly said.
"Are you truly willing? Don’t act against your heart."
Song Wen looked at Miao Tong with a faint smile, and behind him, several blood-red tentacles moved restlessly, their claws swiping through the air.
Miao Tong hurriedly nodded heavily and then opened his sea of consciousness.
"Senior, I am willing. Please cast the Soul Lock Curse."
The Soul Lock Curse itself wasn’t particularly difficult.
The only challenge was that the other person had to fully cooperate. Otherwise, even with much higher cultivation, the curse could fail.
After a stick of incense burned, Song Wen completed his spell, and successfully planted the Soul Lock Curse into Miao Tong’s sea of consciousness.
Within Miao Tong’s sea of consciousness, a black thorny vine tightly wrapped around his soul.
However, a single Soul Lock Curse wasn’t enough for Song Wen to feel assured and let Miao Tong go.
Under Song Wen’s demands, Miao Tong also swore a soul oath, vowing never to reveal what had happened today to anyone.
After all this was done, Song Wen finally spoke.
"You have one hour to fetch the Dead Man’s Vines from the Corpse Demon Sect. If you can’t return on ti, I will activate the Soul Lock Curse, and your soul will scatter."
The valley was more than ten thousand miles away from the Corpse Demon Sect. With Miao Tong’s cultivation, it would take about three quarters of an hour for a round trip.
Considering the ti needed to reach the Bone Cave and collect the Dead Man’s Vines, the ti was extrely tight.
He had to travel without stopping if he was to possibly return within an hour.
This left Miao Tong with little ti to visit Gou Jun. After all, Gou Jun wasn’t soone who could be seen just because Miao Tong wanted to.
"I will definitely return on ti."
Miao Tong said, cupping his hands, before soaring into the air and flying toward the Corpse Demon Sect.
It wasn’t until Miao Tong disappeared into the horizon that Song Wen’s blood-red tentacles suddenly twisted, spreading out and wrapping toward Zhang Xiaofan, Hao Man, and Ba Feng.
"Senior, you promised that if Miao Tong brings back the Dead Man’s Vines, you would spare and Ba Feng..." Hao Man cried out in fear.
Before she could finish, her body was pierced by a tentacle.
Monts later, the three of them were reduced to nothing but bones, their souls devoured.
After finishing these actions, Song Wen soared into the air, following Miao Tong’s trail, and arrived at the Corpse Demon Sect.
Only after Miao Tong passed through the gates of the Corpse Demon Sect and entered the Corpse Demon Mountain did Song Wen quietly arrive at the market at the foot of the mountain.
He waited less than a quarter of an hour.
Miao Tong quickly flew out of the mountain gates, heading toward the valley.
After waiting a quarter of an hour and seeing no one following Miao Tong, Song Wen also took to the air and headed toward the valley.
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When Miao Tong arrived at the valley, he discovered that Song Wen had vanished, and Hao Man and the others were also missing.
He could only stay in place and wait.
After half a quarter of an hour, Miao Tong’s expression beca even more anxious.
The ti until the one-hour deadline was quickly running out.
"Senior Ji Yin, I have returned with the Dead Man’s Vines. Please appear and see ," Miao Tong shouted loudly.
However, there was no response.
Miao Tong shouted two more tis, but still, no one responded.
He could only continue waiting, hoping that Song Wen would appear in ti.
As each second passed, Miao Tong’s mind grew restless, and he beca increasingly uneasy.
When the one-hour deadline passed, Song Wen still hadn’t appeared.
However, the Soul Lock Curse on Miao Tong’s soul had not been activated, which brought him so relief.
After waiting for about half a stick of incense, Song Wen finally appeared.
"Where are the Dead Man’s Vines?" Song Wen asked coldly.
Miao Tong hurriedly pulled out a jade box about half a ter tall.
He opened the box, revealing a vine inside.
The vine was coiled up, but if fully extended, it would be at least six or seven ters long.
The vine was intact, with flourishing leaves and thick roots.
Song Wen raised his hand, taking the jade box from Miao Tong.
"You’ve done well," Song Wen said, satisfied.
Miao Tong responded, "Senior, you’re too kind. May I ask, Senior, is it possible to lift the Soul Lock Curse on my sea of consciousness?"
"Don’t worry, I will remove it for you right now," Song Wen said with a faint smile, one that looked sowhat eerie.
Seeing the smile on Song Wen’s face, Miao Tong felt an inexplicable panic and a sense of foreboding.
Before he could think further, suddenly, an intense, excruciating pain surged through his sea of consciousness.
The black thorns wrapped around his soul began to tighten, as if they were about to tear his soul apart.
The pain ca like a tidal wave, and Miao Tong instantly turned pale, collapsing to the ground, his body shaking violently.
Enduring the agonizing pain, Miao Tong struggled to look up, pleadingly gazing at Song Wen.
But all he saw on Song Wen’s face was indifference.
"I clearly brought back the Dead Man’s Vines. Why won’t you let go?"
"Please... don’t kill ..."
Miao Tong’s breath grew weaker, and as he felt his soul about to scatter, suddenly, an imnse pulling force ca. In his dazed state, he felt himself being drawn into a black hole, and then he completely lost consciousness.
Song Wen destroyed the body and erased all traces, not lingering for a mont. He soared into the air, heading toward the Remote Mountain Range.
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The next day.
Song Wen appeared at the Asura Sect’s base—Tian Cang Mountain.
Under Yu Wen’s leadership, the Asura Sect had managed to get back on track, and the sect was now well-organized.
The alchemy rooms, weapon refining halls, talismanic chambers, spiritual fields, corpse breeding grounds, and Yin Soul Caverns—all the key areas related to cultivation—had been established.
With the disciples’ cultivation well-supported, they worked even harder and more devotedly for the sect.
Song Wen arrived at the sect’s main hall, located halfway up the mountain, where Yu Wen and Ding Yan were discussing sothing.
Upon seeing Song Wen approach, the two quickly stood up to greet him.
"Greetings, Sect Leader."
Song Wen waved his hand, signaling them to stand down.
"Recently, has the sect encountered any major issues?" Song Wen asked.
Yu Wen replied, "Reporting to the Sect Leader, the Mixed Yuan Temple sent people here, requesting that we secretly control the mountain village near Jie Mountain. This matter is of great importance, and I dare not make a decision on my own, so I asked Elder Ding for advice."
(End of the Chapter)
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