28: Chapter 28 Evil Spirits Gain Wisdom

"Although this Ziyang Gold Essence is only at the Saint rank, it is enough for me to forge an Elementary Immortal Dantian."

As the Dantian began to reshape, Xie Wushang moved his palm, and a piece of gold essence flew out from between his eyebrows, suspended before his Dantian, refined by his Primordial Spirit fire, and instantly transformed into a purple-gold liquid that was guided into his body, fusing with those medicinal liquids into his Meridians and bones.

and into the Dantian barrier.

Instantly, his Meridians and bones began to emit a purple-gold light.

This lasted for a full hour.

A Dantian barrier radiating a metallic luster was completely formed.

The instant the Dantian was repaired, a majestic force of heaven and earth erupted from within his body.

It was as if some kind of rule had been reshaped.

"What a powerful fluctuation!"

"Could it be that the Young Lord has repaired his Dantian?"

"Naturally, our Jiang Clan is an ancient imperial clan; repairing the Young Lord's Dantian is merely a matter of turning one's hand."

"I wonder how far the Young Lord can go after repairing his Dantian?"

"The Young Lord is the son of Young Master Tianxing, so he can at least become a Saint."

"I think he can become a Saint King!"

"You guys are underestimating the Young Lord too much. Young Master Tianxing possesses the bearing of a Great Emperor; his son must at least be a quasi-emperor."

"A quasi-emperor..."

"If that's the case, we've truly latched onto a mighty backing!"

"That goes without saying!"

Outside the palace, numerous maids and iron guards, sensing the fluctuations of energy coming from Xie Wushang's hall, were all filled with excitement.

Only when the Young Lord was strong could they hold their heads high in the Jiang Clan.

...

In the palace of Wang Zhiyin, the Saint Lord's wife of the Jiang Clan.

Wang Zhiyin knelt on a futon, holding a string of prayer beads, silently reciting scriptures.

Suddenly, ripples appeared around her.

Jiang Yaoyang's fiancée, Wang Linglong, appeared.

"Great-aunt, the Evil Spirit Qi in Yaoyang older brother's body has flared up again. If this continues, I'm afraid he won't last until Uncle Jingyang returns," Wang Linglong said tearfully. Ever since Jiang Yaoyang was eroded by the Evil Spirit Qi, they had dispatched a Saint to the Outer Realm Battlefield to search for Jiang Yaoyang's father, Jiang Jingyang.

It was just that the Outer Realm Battlefield was vast.

and incomparably dangerous; wanting to find Jiang Yaoyang's father, Jiang Jingyang, in a short time was no easy task.

Therefore, several months had passed, yet there was still no news of Jiang Jingyang.

"This month... Yaoyang has already had three flare-ups... Could it be that he is truly not going to make it?" Wang Zhiyin's heart trembled, and her fingers, which were turning the prayer beads, stopped. The string instantly snapped, and the beads scattered all over the ground, making a crisp sound.

Wang Linglong immediately helped Wang Zhiyin up and wept, "Great-aunt, you must find a way to save Yaoyang older brother!"

"He possesses the Dual Saint Physiques... If there is an Opportunity, it is entirely possible for him to attain the Dao and become an Emperor!"

"If all else fails, if all else fails, we can ask a quasi-emperor of the Jiang Clan to make a move. As long as a quasi-emperor acts, Yaoyang older brother can definitely be saved."

Wang Zhiyin knitted her brows tightly.

"If we let a quasi-emperor from another lineage make a move, we will have to make concessions, and Jiang Daoran's lineage will lose all eligibility to compete for the position of Saint Lord."

The competition within the Jiang Clan was immense.

If a quasi-emperor infused a wisp of Origin blood into Jiang Yaoyang's body, they could easily refine the Evil Spirit Qi.

But how important was Origin blood?

Even losing a single wisp could potentially cause someone to lose the qualification to attain emperorship.

Therefore, to have a quasi-emperor waste a wisp of Origin for nothing naturally required paying a corresponding price.

That price was naturally for Jiang Daoran's lineage not to compete for the position of Saint Lord for several thousand years.

This was evidently no longer just a matter concerning one person; it related to the hundreds of thousands of clansmen of their lineage.

Giving up the position of Saint Lord...

The Wang Imperial Clan would not support it either.

The Wang Clan arranged her marriage with the Jiang Clan precisely so that their own descendants could take charge of the Jiang Clan.

"But Yaoyang older brother's life..." Wang Linglong wore a sorrowful expression.

"Let's go." Wang Zhiyin did not say much more.

A Void Realm passageway manifested before her, and she disappeared from the spot with Wang Linglong.

...

In the palace of Yaoyang Sacred Mountain.

Lying on the Chiyang couch, Jiang Yaoyang's face was filled with agony as he bared his teeth and let out wails of grief.

His face even rippled and began to distort, as if a monster was about to emerge from within.

His ears occasionally turned into pointed ears, his face occasionally turned greenish, scales sometimes surfaced, and black lines covered it, looking ferocious and terrifying.

"Ah!"

"Ah! Grandfather, kill me, kill me, I don't want to become a monster, I don't want to become a monster."

Jiang Yaoyang shouted loudly, reaching out both hands to tear at his own face.

His long nails were as sharp as blades, scraping off scales from his skin and leaving it bloody and lacerated.

At this moment, Jiang Daoran was sitting cross-legged in front of the couch. Behind him, flames surged, and roaring infernos turned into a sea of fire.

A sun hung high above, casting blinding light to envelop Jiang Yaoyang.

The light of the sun, carrying flames, burned wisps of black evil Qi on Jiang Yaoyang's body into nothingness.

forcing the black Qi that had just poked its head out to submerge back into his body.

The pointed ears that had just stood up were forced to recede by the illumination, yet they popped out again from time to time.

"Evil creature, how dare you harm my grandson!" Jiang Daoran's eyes split open in anger. In the sea of fire behind him, an avatar draped in fiery robes emerged, its entire body wreathed in flames. Guiding a hand incantation, flames immediately poured down toward Jiang Yaoyang like a long river.

The cascading flames merely managed to suppress the black evil Qi in one spot on Jiang Yaoyang's body.

Evil Qi was still rolling inside his body, about to overflow and completely erode his Divine Soul.

Fortunately, the Primordial Spirits of the core disciples of the Jiang Clan had protective Dao seals planted within them; otherwise, Jiang Yaoyang would have long since been subjected to Possession.

"Heh, a mere half-step Great Saint trying to block me—how utterly conceited." Suddenly, the evil Qi inside Jiang Yaoyang surged, completely defeating the cascading flames, causing ripples in the air as the flames rolled backward like waves.

Jiang Daoran, who was sitting cross-legged in front, trembled slightly and hurriedly manifested a protective light shield to withstand the power coming from ahead.

The next moment, black Qi was seen writhing on Jiang Yaoyang's body, condensing into an ugly Evil Spirit with a green face, fangs, and pointed ears.

This Evil Spirit glared at Jiang Yaoyang.

"A half-step Great Saint; after devouring you, I can take another step forward." Opening its mouth, the Evil Spirit swallowed toward Jiang Daoran.

The instant its large mouth opened, ripples appeared in front, and space even caved inward.

The large mouth seemed to transform into a domain, capable of swallowing mountains and rivers.

The flames around Jiang Daoran were sucked into the Evil Spirit's mouth like a tide.

"This Evil Spirit Qi has already bred consciousness..." Jiang Daoran felt a chill in his heart.

"Evil creature, do not be rampant." Jiang Daoran guided a hand incantation, and a drop of burning, flaming essence blood flew out from his fingertips.

"Forbidden technique... Saint Blood Transforms into the Scorching Sun..."

Jiang Daoran formed hand seals with both hands, and Dao patterns suddenly bloomed from that drop of essence blood, as if some taboo power was stimulated and unleashed.

Accompanied by this was an incomparably majestic Saint might that reverberated outward, directly forcing the furiously rolling dark evil Qi to retreat. Immediately afterwards, that Saint blood transformed into a sun, suppressing the Evil Spirit ahead. The sun's light was dazzling, and the flames roared.

Burning the Void Realm until it distorted.

Before it even touched the Evil Spirit, the Evil Spirit began to disintegrate bit by bit, burned by the True Flames of the Sun within.

"Not good, this brat has burned the remnant ancient emperor Bloodline within his body." Panicked, the Evil Spirit turned into a wisp of smoke and submerged back into Jiang Yaoyang's body. When the sun struck, those flames merely burned its residual Evil Spirit Qi into nothingness.