227: Master wants to... fish

A bloody light flashed.

A cold great sword was placed directly against the blood-robed Cultivator's neck.

Su Hongling held the sword with one hand, her exquisite little face full of impatience.

"So noisy."

"Either get lost right now, or I'll chop you up as an extra and pack you away."

"Which one do you choose?"

Feeling the heavy blade on his neck and the Mahayana Stage pressure that almost crushed him, the blood-robed Cultivator's back was instantly drenched in cold sweat.

Mahayana Stage?!

How is this possible?!

This little girl who looks like a follower is actually a Mahayana Stage Body Cultivator?!

"Scram!"

Su Hongling swept her sword.

The blood-robed Cultivator scrambled out of the shop, not even daring to leave a harsh word.

Silence returned to the shop, but this time, everyone looked at the group with extreme awe.

Wealthy and powerful.

These are the true big shots!

The fat manager quickly packed all the goods into a storage ring and respectfully handed it to Su Lin.

"Young Master, everything is here."

"Mm."

Su Lin took the ring, scanned it with his Divine Sense, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Let's go, next shop."

...In the next two hours.

Su Lin led his four disciples and swept through the entire Black Sea Market like a plague of locusts.

[Baicao Hall]'s poisonous herbs and Spirit Medicine, emptied.

[Artifact Refining Pavilion]'s rare Ore, emptied.

[Soul Gathering Tower]'s high-level soul bottles, emptied.

As long as it was Materials that Myriad Corpse True Person's grand formation might use, Su Lin didn't miss a single one.

Buy what could be bought; for what couldn't, he let Su Hongling and Luo Ximei perform "physical bargaining," then Chu Weiwei would follow up with "chemical disinfection."

In just half a day.

Prices in the entire Black Sea Market skyrocketed, and all Materials related to refining corpses and Soul Refining were out of stock.

Those evil Cultivator forces that originally relied on Myriad Corpse True Person and survived by sending supplies to the Dead Spirit Abyss were beaten until they fled in panic, crying for their parents.

"Revered Master, this is awesome!"

Su Hongling carried a large bag of high-level Yao Beast jerky stolen from some unlucky fellow, talking unclearly while chewing.

"This feeling of buying everything is even more satisfying than fighting!"

"Mainly, seeing those evil Cultivators suffer is indeed venting."

Luo Ximei was also in a good mood, playing with a Soul-Fixing Pearl she had just snatched from a ghost Cultivator who tried to ambush them; a fierce ghost was sealed inside, shivering.

"Now, that old man Myriad Corpse is probably going to be driven mad, right?"

Chu Weiwei said with a giggle, "His supply chain is completely cut. That immortal corpse thing is probably going to rot in the pool."

"It's not enough."

Su Lin stood on the highest tower of the market, looking down at the streets starting to become chaotic due to the shortage of supplies.

"Cutting off his food is only the first step."

"Next, we're going to give him a little gift."

"What gift?" Mu Qingxue asked.

Su Lin took out the Immortal's severed hand from his robe.

At this time, the severed hand, after Su Lin's special treatment, had its Immortal Qi completely suppressed; instead, it emitted an extremely enticing, fresh aura as if it had just been severed from an Immortal body.

But in this aura, Chu Weiwei had mixed a colorless and odorless chronic poison called Spirit-Severing Powder.

This poison usually doesn't act, but once it comes into contact with high-intensity corpse qi or Death Qi, it will instantly erupt, corroding all surrounding spiritual energy structures!

"Doesn't he want an Immortal body?"

Su Lin's lips curled into a cold smile.

"Then I'll give this hand back to him."

"However, whether he can handle it depends on his own ability."

"Revered Master wants to... go fishing?"

Luo Ximei's eyes lit up. "Put this hand in an auction and lure that old thing out?"

"No."

Su Lin shook his head.

"An auction is too slow and easily alerts the enemy."

"We need to find someone trustworthy to personally deliver this thing into his hands."

"Someone trustworthy?"

The disciples looked at each other.

This is the Black Sea Market, full of desperadoes; where is there anyone trustworthy?

"There is one person."

Su Lin's gaze turned toward a dark corner of the market.

There was an inconspicuous coffin shop.

It was the only shop in the entire Black Sea Market that dared to blatantly hang the banner of Myriad Corpse.

It was said that the boss there was a Named Disciple taken by Myriad Corpse True Person in his early years; although his cultivation wasn't high, he was extremely trusted and specialized in searching for special corpses for the Dead Spirit Abyss.

"Him it is."

Su Lin's figure flashed and disappeared... Inside the coffin shop, it was dark and damp.

A hunchbacked old man was napping on the table, surrounded by various coffins, some even with corpses lying inside.

*Knock knock.*

Su Lin knocked on the table.

The old man woke up with a start, wiped his drool, and his cloudy eyes sized up the extraordinary young man in front of him.

"Customer... buying a coffin? Or... selling a corpse?"

"Selling something good."

Su Lin waved his hand.

The disguised Immortal's severed hand appeared on the table.

Although most of its aura was sealed, the pressure originating from its life level still made the old man's eyes widen instantly.

"This... this is..."

His hands trembled as he wanted to touch it but didn't dare.

"This was dug up from an ancient Secret Realm."

Su Lin lowered his voice, acting mysterious.

"I know you are one of Myriad Corpse Old Ancestor's people."

"I don't dare to keep this thing, nor do I dare to sell it to others."

"Only Myriad Corpse Old Ancestor is worthy of such a divine object."

"If you send it in and the Old Ancestor is happy, there will be plenty of benefits for you."

The old man swallowed hard, the greed in his eyes almost overflowing.

Having worked under Myriad Corpse True Person for so many years, he naturally had some discernment.

This hand... although its specific origin couldn't be determined, that jade-like texture and the faintly emitted Immortal spiritual energy... it was definitely a supreme treasure! It might even be the legendary body of an Immortal!

If he could present this to the Old Ancestor... his days of rising to greatness would arrive!

"Good! Good! I'll take it!"

The old man was so excited his beard was shaking.

"Young Master, name a price!"

"No money needed."

Su Lin waved his hand.

"I only have one request."

"Tell the Old Ancestor that I found this in a place called Fallen God Ravine, and there... there seems to be a complete torso."

"What?! A complete one?!"

The old man almost fell off his chair.

"Is that true?!"

"Absolutely true." Su Lin said with a sincere face, "It's just that the Restriction there is too strong for me to enter. So I thought of using this hand as a stepping stone, hoping to ask the Old Ancestor to take me along."

"Easy! Easy!"

The old man was completely dazed by the massive surprise.

A complete Immortal body! If the news is true, how great of a merit would that be?!

"I'll contact the Old Ancestor right now! Young Master, please wait!"

The old man impatiently took out a pitch-black message jade talisman and began frantically inputting hand Seals.

Su Lin watched his actions, his lips curling imperceptibly.

The fish has taken the bait... Deep within the Dead Spirit Abyss.

On a massive bone altar.

Myriad Corpse True Person was sitting cross-legged next to that headless immortal corpse, his expression terrifyingly dark.

His mood had been very bad these past few days.

First, several waves of subordinates he sent out were completely wiped out, then the supply of Materials from various places was suddenly cut off, and even the informants at the Black Sea Market lost contact.

The entire corpse-refining grand formation of the Dead Spirit Abyss had begun to show signs of instability due to the lack of sufficient blood qi support.

"Damn it! Who exactly is opposing this seat?!"

He angrily smashed a soul bottle in front of him with a palm strike.

Just then.

A black light descended from the sky and fell into his hand.

It was a message from the coffin shop old man.

Myriad Corpse True Person impatiently scanned it with his Divine Sense.

The next second.

He stood up abruptly, the gloom in his eyes swept away, replaced by extreme ecstasy.

"Immortal's severed hand?! Fallen God Ravine?! A complete torso?!"

"Hahaha! Heaven is helping me! Heaven is truly helping me!"

"Whatever I lacked has come! As long as I have a complete Immortal body, this seat's grand formation can reach Major Achievement instantly! At that time, whatever enemies, whatever obstacles, they will all be ants!"

He didn't doubt the truth of it at all.

Because the aura of that severed hand was clearly visible to him through the projection of the message jade talisman.

That was an Immortal charm that absolutely couldn't be faked!

Moreover, in this North Sea region, besides Myriad Corpse True Person, who else could recognize such a treasure? Who else would dare use such a thing to deceive him?

"Immediately! Right now! Send it in!"

Myriad Corpse True Person issued a dead order through the jade talisman.

"Also, bring that finder in as well! This seat wants to reward him heavily!"

...Half a day later.

On a deserted island outside the Black Sea Market.

Su Lin watched the coffin shop old man leading several black-robed experts, carefully holding the box containing the severed hand, as they boarded a ghost ship heading for the Dead Spirit Abyss.

"Revered Master, they've left."

Luo Ximei stood behind Su Lin.

"When do we strike?"

"No rush."

Su Lin stood with his hands behind his back, feeling the sea breeze.

"Let that hand fly for a while."

"When Myriad Corpse True Person gets that hand and prepares to refine it, it's also when his vigilance is lowest and the grand formation's defense is most lax..."

"That will be the moment we... haul in the net."

"Pass the word down, everyone, prepare for battle."

"This time, we're going to turn this Dead Spirit Abyss completely upside down!"

The Dead Spirit Abyss, located in the deepest part of the North Sea's Guixu, is a desperate land permanently shrouded in Death Qi.

There is no sunlight here, no vitality, only endless darkness and nauseating stench.

However, today, this dead land appeared exceptionally lively.

Around the massive bone altar, thousands of black-robed corpse Cultivators were busily moving back and forth, pouring buckets of foul-smelling blood into the pool at the center of the altar.

Directly above the altar floated that headless immortal corpse.

And Myriad Corpse True Person was standing fanatically in front of the immortal corpse, holding the black silk box that had just arrived.

"Finally... it's finally here!"

His hands trembled as he opened the box.

The severed hand, white as jade and emitting a faint Immortal light, lay quietly inside.

"That's right! This is the aura!"

Myriad Corpse True Person took a deep breath and closed his eyes in intoxication.

"This is the power of an Immortal... how perfect, how pure!"

He snapped his eyes open, a hint of ruthlessness flashing through them.

"As long as I attach this hand and combine it with the power of the grand formation, this immortal corpse can begin to awaken!"

"At that time, even without a head, this seat can sweep across the world!"

He no longer hesitated, his hands forming Seals as he chanted.

"Using blood as the lead, using the soul as the contract! Connect!"

He pressed the severed hand against the left wrist stump of the immortal corpse.

*Buzz!*

The moment they touched, a burst of brilliant light erupted.

Countless tiny granulation sprouts grew from the stump, entangling and connecting with each other.

A massive suction force came from within the immortal corpse, frantically absorbing the blood qi around the altar.

"Now!"

Myriad Corpse True Person shouted.

"Activate the grand formation! Refine with full power!"

The entire Dead Spirit Abyss was shaking.

Thousands of corpse Cultivators around the altar exerted their power simultaneously, rolling corpse qi surging toward the center of the altar like a black dragon.

A look of ecstasy at the impending success appeared on Myriad Corpse True Person's face.

However.

At the very moment when the severed hand was about to be completely fused and the two powers reached their Peak.

The severed hand, which had been emitting pure Immortal light, suddenly changed color.

A strange green poison mist erupted from the pores of the severed hand without warning!

The moment the poison mist touched the immortal corpse, large black spots instantly appeared on the originally crystal-clear surface of the immortal corpse, spreading at an alarming speed.

"What?!"

The ecstasy on Myriad Corpse True Person's face instantly froze.

"What is this?!"

Before he could react.

From inside the severed hand, an extremely unstable spatial fluctuation suddenly erupted.

It was the Space Law trap Su Lin had hidden inside!

Space Collapse!

The Fusion process that was underway was forcibly interrupted, and two completely different powers clashed violently at the narrow interface.

*Bang!!!*

A loud explosion.

The severed hand directly exploded!

The terrifying explosive force, mixed with Chu Weiwei's specially made Spirit-Severing Powder, instantly swept through the entire altar.

"Ah—!!!"

Myriad Corpse True Person, who was closest, bore the brunt of it and was hit directly by the poison mist.

His protective corpse qi was as fragile as paper before the poison mist, instantly corroded away.

The poison gas entered his body, his Meridians began to wither, and his spiritual power began to dissipate.

"Poisonous! This hand is poisonous!!"

He screamed and retreated, trying to use his internal energy to force out the poison, only to find that the spiritual power in his body had become a chaotic mess.

And the immortal corpse was also blown away, crashing heavily onto the ground; a large hole was blown into its originally perfect body, and black poisonous blood flowed out.

The grand formation instantly went out of control.

The thousands of Disciples who were transmitting corpse qi coughed up blood one by one and fell to the ground due to the backlash.

The entire Dead Spirit Abyss was in a state of chaos.

At the Peak of this chaos.

The dark canopy above the Dead Spirit Abyss was forcibly torn open by a brilliant sword light.

"Old dog! Your grandma is here!!"

A delicate shout resounded through the heavens and earth.

Su Hongling carried her great sword like a red meteor falling from the sky, crashing directly into the densest area of corpse Cultivators.

"Earth Shatter!!"

The great sword landed, and the brute force of the Mahayana Stage erupted.

The ground within a hundred miles instantly collapsed, and hundreds of corpse Cultivators who hadn't even stood up were directly crushed into meat paste.

Snow began to fall from the sky.

Mu Qingxue, dressed in white, floated in mid-air.