East side of Giant Whale City.
Several miles behind the main street, inside a stretch of extravagant mansions.
A thin middle-aged man hurried inside, where three black-robed n were waiting—all were at the ninth layer of Qi Refining, two at the late stage, one at early stage.
But all three gave off an aura of chilling darkness.
Seeing the thin middle-aged man enter, all three in the room turned to look at him. One of them, a fat man, spoke up. "Old Zhang, judging by that grin of yours, you found us a fat sheep today?"
"Definitely. Peak of Qi Refining ninth layer, staying at the Spirit Cultivation Inn, bought twenty Yuan Condensing Pills. This is a big fat sheep. But... we might not be able to swallow him."
"I’m planning to be cautious and ask Young Master Xuan to handle it."
Zhang Hansheng looked thoughtful, and said,
"Peak of Qi Refining ninth layer is indeed tough for us. But if Young Master Xuan makes a move, we’ll definitely succeed!"
The fat man nodded.
"There are four people inside!"
"Looks like I need to master Sound Insulation Arrays. That way, if I run into greedy cultivators like these again, I can just lay down the Tiger Killing Death Array outside, then a Sound Insulation Array over it, and kill them inside without a single noise getting out!"
At that mont, just outside the grand mansion, Lin Chang’sheng stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the courtyard, muttering to himself.
With that said—
Lin Chang’sheng’s figure flickered and appeared inside the courtyard.
"You!"
As soon as he appeared, Zhang Hansheng’s eyes went wide with shock, a look of terror on his face. A bad feeling rose in his heart—he’d already been discovered while tailing soone.
"You dare plot against ? Prepare to die!"
Lin Chang’sheng flicked his hand. Instantly, a Foundation Establishnt Stage Level 2 Copper Corpse appeared!
Under Lin Chang’sheng’s control, the corpse puppet radiated a savage Foundation Establishnt aura and lunged at Zhang Hansheng!
"Foundation Establishnt Corpse Puppet!"
Seeing Lin Chang’sheng wield a corpse puppet, Zhang Hansheng shouted, "Senior, wait! We’re on the sa side! The sa side!"
At the sa mont—
The other three black-clad n stared at Lin Chang’sheng in shock. One of them spoke. "Senior, please wait! We’re all friends here, this is just a case of friendly fire!"
"Friends? And who the hell are you?"
Lin Chang’sheng twitched and halted the Copper Corpse; at that mont, its hand was only a foot away from Zhang Hansheng’s back!
Zhang Hansheng was soaked in cold sweat, stamring, "S—Senior, we’re disciples of Celestial Ghost Sect, and you’re from Corpse King Sect. We’re all demon cultivators. All the sa, right?"
"You’re Celestial Ghost Sect disciples?"
"Isn’t this the Zhang Family estate, one of Giant Whale City’s Five Great Clans?"
Lin Chang’sheng narrowed his eyes and said,
"Senior, our Celestial Ghost Sect practices the Ghost Dao, specializing in controlling cultivators—we have the Zhang Family under control, so..."
Zhang Hansheng glanced at the Foundation Establishnt Copper Corpse behind him, currying favor, "Just now, this junior didn’t realize you were from Corpse King Sect. Please forgive my offense, I’m willing to make it up to you!"
At this mont—
Zhang Hansheng bitterly regretted this encounter. He’d really kicked a steel plate.
Any cultivator with a Foundation Establishnt Corpse Puppet can’t possibly be just Qi Refining stage!
"Make it up? And how so?"
Lin Chang’sheng’s eyes glinted dangerously.
"This junior is willing to offer five hundred... no... a thousand spirit stones to compensate for my mistake!"
Zhang Hansheng pleaded.
"No need for all that."
Lin Chang’sheng said coolly. His divine sense controlled the Copper Corpse, and with a thrust, the corpse’s hand pierced right through Zhang Hansheng’s body!
"Aah!"
Zhang Hansheng let out a blood-curdling scream, and snarled at Lin Chang’sheng, "Senior, you kill a Slaughter Alliance disciple, Young Master Xuan will report you straight to the higher-ups!"
As soon as he said that, his head lolled to the side. Suddenly, a plu of black smoke erupted from his body, grabbing his storage bag and shooting out the door.
"Trying to run?"
Seeing this, Lin Chang’sheng’s eyes flashed. With a flick of his wrist, the Myriad Souls Banner appeared in his hand!
He waved the Banner!
A stream of black energy surged forth, instantly weaving around Zhang Hansheng’s escaping soul and storage bag!
"Aaaahhh!! Myriad Souls Banner!"
"You’re not Corpse King Sect! You... you’re from Celestial Demon Sect!"
As Lin Chang’sheng used the Myriad Souls Banner, Zhang Hansheng’s face twisted with terror. He struggled desperately; as a demon cultivator from Celestial Ghost Sect, he knew very well this magical artifact was the signature of Celestial Demon Sect disciples!
Once you’re refined into the Myriad Souls Banner, there’s no reincarnation. It’s a fate worse than death!
No hope whatsoever!
"Hmph!"
Lin Chang’sheng waved his hand, sucking Zhang Hansheng’s soul right into the Myriad Souls Banner.
At that mont—
The other three ninth layer Qi Refining thugs were all crushed by the Copper Corpse!
Their souls grabbed up their storage bags, trying to flee, but Lin Chang’sheng’s Myriad Souls Banner opened wide and swept them all inside.
"Not bad! Four storage bags!"
Lin Chang’sheng checked the four bags with satisfaction. Forcing his divine sense inside, he saw piles of pristine spirit stones, easily over three thousand pieces. He chuckled to himself, "These four Celestial Ghost Sect disciples must’ve been robbing fat sheep for a while—quite the haul. Lucky !"
As Lin Chang’sheng finished harvesting the souls of those four Celestial Ghost Sect disciples—
Fifteen miles away, in a secluded courtyard, beneath an underground stone hall—
The chamber spanned over a hundred feet, with more than fifty wooden beds inside. On each bed lay a sleeping male cultivator!
At the center of the great hall sat a man in his thirties in black robes, eyes closed and cross-legged.
This man’s features were chiseled as if by blade, and swirls of black energy shifted at his brow, giving him a truly terrifying air.
Suddenly—
In a corner, four of the sleeping n shuddered, faces contorting. In monts, they were dead silent.
"How dare you kill disciples of my sect... courting death!"
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