"Damn it! Could Nie Buping have stolen the opportunity and wants to keep it all to himself?"
Fu Junyue, the Empress Yin of Taiyin Island, saw that the place was empty and yielded nothing, imdiately looking displeased.
Fu Junyue was a master of poison—her entire body was toxic.
Wherever she went, all vegetation withered.
That’s why green veins crawled across her face, making her look extrely bizarre.
"I don’t think so; maybe Nie Buping is already dead!"
Ding Changhai, the Hall Master of Yin Yang Hall, speculated.
Because even though there weren’t any corpses here, the vast splashes of blood made it clear soone died here.
If the opponent died, then there’d have to be survivors among the Corpse King Sect.
Yet right now, every mber of the Corpse King Sect was gone, so obviously, the ones who died weren’t their enemies.
It was all the top cultivators of the Corpse King Sect.
"What? Nie Buping is dead? Who did it?"
Fu Junyue was a bit surprised. Nie Buping was a Middle Stage Nascent Soul cultivator, and he always had a Corpse Puppet with him.
Killed in less than the ti it takes to burn an incense stick? Who could have done that?
"Could it be that Su Changkong or Ling Yue broke through to beco a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator?"
Jiang Yuyan couldn’t help but guess—maybe only if that was the case could Nie Buping be crushed so swiftly by the other side.
Even his Nascent Soul didn’t have a chance to escape.
"That possibility can’t be ruled out, so we’d better stick together. Otherwise, if we’re caught alone, they might find an opening to strike."
Ding Changhai couldn’t make up his mind either—he didn’t know who exactly had killed Nie Buping.
But for now, the best plan was for them to band together. Otherwise, split up, they’d only be picked off by that unknown enemy.
.....
Lin Chang’sheng, at this mont, couldn’t care less what they were thinking.
He’d taken Nie Buping’s opportunity and wiped out the top fighters of the Corpse King Sect—this ti, the harvest was imnse.
There was no ti to rush to the upper-level space.
So Lin Chang’sheng once again concealed his presence.
He planned to strengthen himself first, then trouble the other forces of the Demon Evil Sea.
Lin Chang’sheng found an underground cavern, and after entering, concealed the entrance.
He then pulled the Spirit Treasures out from his Storage Bag.
Among these three Spirit Treasures, one stood out as a Middle Grade Spirit Treasure—the Fiery Fla Tornado Spear.
The spear’s entire body glowed red, as if forged in raging fire—waves of fiery fla rolled off it.
Its rank was a whole level above Lin Chang’sheng’s current Spirit Treasure, the Godslaying Blade.
"Including the Spirit Treasures left by the slain Nascent Soul cultivators, I’ve got a total of eight! That should be enough to fuse them, right?"
Lin Chang’sheng calculated. After all, every ti he killed a Nascent Soul cultivator, he claid their Spirit Treasure.
That included the ones from Blood Demon Ascendant, Tributor Luo Hao, Seven Fiends Tributor, Tributor Bai Ting, and Nie Buping’s Spirit Treasure.
At that thought, Lin Chang’sheng imdiately opened his panel.
[Detected: 8 Lower Grade Spirit Treasures. Fuse into 4 Middle Grade Spirit Treasures?]
"Fuse!"
Lin Chang’sheng clicked "Fuse" without hesitation.
The seven Lower Grade Spirit Treasures before him burst with radiant light and began rging.
The last one was the Godslaying Blade within Lin Chang’sheng’s body.
As the Spirit Treasures fused, the radiance was so dazzling that Lin Chang’sheng could hardly keep his eyes open.
After about three breaths, the light faded, and before him appeared four yet-unnad Middle Grade Spirit Treasures.
[Detected: 5 Middle Grade Spirit Treasures. Fuse into 1 Upper Grade Spirit Treasure?]
The fusion had just finished when the panel prompted him again.
The four fused weapons plus the Fiery Fla Tornado Spear made five Middle Grade Spirit Treasures in total.
Five Middle Grade Spirit Treasures could be fused into one Upper Grade Spirit Treasure?
That was an incredible deal!
In the Immortal Relic Land, obtaining even a single Middle Grade Spirit Treasure was a trendous Creation.
After all, most Nascent Soul cultivators only had Basic Level Spirit Treasures.
Even Nie Buping’s Spirit Treasure was no exception.
It showed how rare and hard it was to get a Middle Grade Spirit Treasure.
But via the panel’s fusion, Lin Chang’sheng could obtain an Upper Grade Spirit Treasure—its power could absolutely crush anyone else’s treasure in the Immortal Relic Land.
Although fusing five Interdiate treasures was a hefty cost, it was worth it.
"Fuse!"
Without a second thought, Lin Chang’sheng hit the fuse button again.
Buzzz—
In an instant, the five Middle Grade Spirit Treasures in front of him converged, exploding with dazzling golden brilliance.
This fusion took much longer than before.
After nearly half the ti it takes to burn an incense stick, the golden radiance finally faded.
[Fusion complete. Please choose the type of your new Spirit Treasure: blade, spear, staff, axe, halberd, etc.!]
"Blade!"
Lin Chang’sheng chose "blade" without hesitation.
In the next instant, a blood-red blade appeared before Lin Chang’sheng.
Perhaps because part of the Fiery Fla Tornado Spear was mixed in, the whole blade glowed crimson, exuding a bloodthirsty aura.
[Model: blade. Please na this Spirit Treasure.]
The panel popped up again.
"The whole blade is blood-red. Let’s call it the Bloodthirsty Mad Saber!"
Lin Chang’sheng picked a na that perfectly matched the weapon.
He hoped this saber would one day drink the blood of all his enemies alongside him.
Once everything was set, the Bloodthirsty Mad Saber landed into Lin Chang’sheng’s hand.
The blade was completely blood-red, as if it had bathed in the blood of millions; just a glance made one’s heart run cold.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh—
Lin Chang’sheng swung the blade a few tis, finding the grip exceptionally comfortable.
After all, his physical strength now matched the Peak of Middle Stage Nascent Soul. Unleashing his full might, it even felt lighter than the Godslaying Blade he’d wielded before the fusion.
This saber was just right.
"I wonder how powerful it is?"
Lin Chang’sheng felt a vague anticipation—the might of a Third Grade Spirit Treasure would surely be extraordinary.
But now wasn’t the ti to test its blade aura.
After storing away the Godslaying Blade, Lin Chang’sheng decided to check out Nie Buping’s corpse.
He rembered that when Nascent Soul cultivators died, their Nascent Soul usually escaped.
So why was it different for Nie Buping? There’d been no sign of his Nascent Soul.
Unless he was hiding in the body, waiting to ambush if Lin Chang’sheng let his guard down?
Holding the Myriad Soul Banner in one hand, Lin Chang’sheng pulled Nie Buping’s corpse out of the Storage Bag.
What surprised him was that Nie Buping’s body had already begun to stiffen, slowly taking on the state of a Corpse Puppet.
"Could he be trying to resurrect through corpse possession? Revive by borrowing his own corpse?"
The thought startled Lin Chang’sheng.
A Nascent Soul cultivator’s Nascent Soul could indeed seize another’s body for rebirth.
But he’d never heard of sothing as bizarre as Nie Buping trying to resurrect using his own corpse.
He must’ve prepared sothing in advance: the mont he died, he’d turn into a Corpse Puppet, and his Nascent Soul could possess and control it.
That way, he could seize the Corpse Puppet’s body and live again.
"If I’d found out a little later, you really might have pulled it off!"
Seeing Nie Buping on the verge of succeeding in his wicked ploy, Lin Chang’sheng slamd a palm down, crushing the Corpse Puppet’s skull.
The next instant, a beam of golden light shot out—it was Nie Buping’s true spirit.
"You bastard! You keep ruining my plans—I won’t let you get away with this!"
Nie Buping roared in anger.
If he’d had just one more incense stick’s ti, he could’ve used corpse possession to resurrect.
He never imagined Lin Chang’sheng would ruin his plan and force his Nascent Soul to flee.
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