171: Chapter 171 Immortal Technique: Spirit Retrieval and Return to Origin

"I'll eat!"

"I'll eat too."

"And me."

Along with Wu Chuan, three others rushed in, with Gao Ling prominently among them.

Among the four, apart from Wu Chuan who was in the Body Integration Stage, the other three were in the Nascent Soul Stage.

Gao Ling's face was flushed, and her eyes held a peculiar emotion.

Zhao Yi acted as if he didn't see them. Out of nearly one hundred thousand Cultivators, only four had come out; he didn't know what to say.

Wu Chuan approached Zhao Yi. Upon seeing him, without a word, he kowtowed three times.

"Disciple greets Master!"

As he stood up, his eyes were slightly red.

"Master, you've been hard to find all these years."

"Mid Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator Zhang Shoucheng greets Senior!"

"Late Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator Li Shouguang greets Senior!"

Zhang Shoucheng and Li Shouguang followed behind Wu Chuan and knelt together.

Zhao Yi...

He had first been captured by Tian Not-Allowing and taken to the Yuan Sect, then plunged into the Hundred Deaths Tribulation Realm; he hadn't had any time to notify Wu Chuan.

Fortunately, Wu Chuan had managed to persevere and had actually made a Breakthrough from the Nascent Soul Stage to the Body Integration Stage.

Helping Wu Chuan up, Zhao Yi patted his shoulder.

"It's all in the past."

Then he said to Zhang Shoucheng and Li Shouguang,

"You all get up too."

"True Monarch Gao, long time no see!"

Gao Ling was pleasantly surprised.

"Senior still remembers me?"

"I remember, how could I not?"

"Alright, let's get down to business."

"Come, come, eat meat, eat meat~"

"Eat meat?"

"Eat what meat?"

"Master, now is not the time to eat meat."

Wu Chuan stood in front of Zhao Yi, attempting to shield him from the gaze of those Mahayana Spirit Clan members.

"Master, you go first; we will hold off these Spirit Clan members."

"Don't worry, there are one hundred thousand Cultivators here; even if it's just for feeding them, it can buy us some time."

The other three also wore expressions of determination.

"That's right, Senior, you hurry and leave; the future of the Qingling Realm depends on you."

"Hey~"

"What's the big deal? I called you here just to eat meat; you don't need to worry about other matters."

"Eat quickly~"

Zhao Yi put on a stern face.

"But~"

In this situation, even if the pot contained an Immortal Pill, the four of them wouldn't be able to eat.

But ultimately, Wu Chuan was still afraid of Zhao Yi.

"Fine, I'll eat!"

The dao-shattering golden flame had long been moved aside by Zhao Yi. Although the heat source was gone, the beef in the pot was still steaming.

Wu Chuan was a man of his word; he directly tore off half a cow leg and started gnawing on it.

Once a mouthful of beef entered his stomach, the look in Wu Chuan's eyes changed.

"Mmm~"

"Delicious, it's really delicious."

"You guys hurry up and eat too."

Wu Chuan stuffed it into his mouth, and in the end, he didn't even chew, choking himself so much that his neck stretched again and again.

"Is it really that delicious?"

Gao Ling was a bit curious.

The aroma of this beef was truly too fragrant.

She looked around.

Gao Ling hardened her heart; she was going to die soon anyway, so she might as well be a well-fed ghost.

Thinking of this, she stopped being polite.

"Eat, eat until full, so we can fight those beasts."

Since even a female Cultivator like Gao Ling was like this, Zhang Shoucheng and Li Shouguang naturally had no reservations.

The four of them, right in front of the many Mahayana Spirit Clan members, started devouring it.

"Hah!"

"Hot, hot, hot!"

Gao Ling's cultivation was the lowest.

When she said this, steam was already rising from the top of her head.

A faint aura radiated from her entire body.

"Is this a Breakthrough?"

As soon as the words fell, Gao Ling broke through the Middle Stage of the Nascent Soul Stage and became a Late Stage Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator.

"A Breakthrough?"

"This is good stuff."

The other three scrambled even faster.

In the distance, nearly one hundred thousand Human Race Cultivators were restless; who wouldn't be tempted by food that directly increased cultivation?

It was only because there were so many Mahayana Spirit Clan members between them and Zhao Yi that these Human Race members hadn't rushed over yet.

"It's really delicious."

"It's a pity..."

Wu Chuan's eyes held regret. If he had eaten this whole pot of beef himself, breaking through to the Mid-stage Integration would have been no problem at all. Now that four people were sharing it, it would be difficult.

"What's a pity?"

"Is it not enough?"

"Look at these Mahayana Spirit Clan members filling the sky, speak up..."

"Which one do you want to eat?"

Zhao Yi...

Gao Ling...

Zhang Shoucheng and Li Shouguang, holding the beef in their hands, looked at Zhao Yi in shock.

These Mahayana Spirit Clan members had destroyed the entire Great Yin Immortal Dynasty, killed countless Cultivators, and no one knew how many Mahayana Cultivators of the Immortal Dynasty had become their food.

Yet now, Zhao Yi was actually asking them which one they wanted to eat. The weirdest part was that these Mahayana Spirit Clan members were actually all behaving obediently, without the slightest movement.

"Something's wrong!"

"There's a problem here."

Gao Ling was the most sensitive and immediately sensed something was wrong.

She looked carefully at the Mahayana Spirit Clan members in mid-air. Although they stood there solemnly, their eyes were full of terror. Some with weaker mental states were even drenched in sweat, trembling, and looking like they were about to faint.

Only now did Gao Ling understand; how could this be the Mahayana Spirit Clan surrounding Zhao Yi?

This was Zhao Yi suppressing the many Mahayana Spirit Clan members all by himself, making them afraid to move.

"Since you don't know which one to eat, I'll just stew them all in one pot."

Zhao Yi looked around, eyeing the many Mahayana Spirit Clan members coldly, his killing intent surging to the heavens.

"Old Ancestor Zhao, please spare us!"

"We will never dare to do it again. Please, considering that our cultivation was not easy to attain, spare our lives."

Eventually, some Mahayana Spirit Clan members couldn't hold it in anymore and started begging for mercy.

"Your cultivation was not easy to attain?"

"Then was their cultivation easy to attain?"

Zhao Yi pointed at the mountains of white bones piled all around.

"There's nothing to say; everything is your own doing."

"Immortal Technique..."

"Spirit Extraction, Return to Origin!"

Zhao Yi's entire body radiated boundless immortal light, illuminating the entire Qingling Realm.

Countless Mahayana Spirit Clan members, like phototactic insects, flew toward Zhao Yi, the light source.

And the closer they got to Zhao Yi, the smaller their bodies became. By the time they flew in front of Zhao Yi, the many Mahayana Spirit Clan members were only the size of soybeans.

Thousands of Mahayana Spirit Clan members gathered together, each protected by a bubble, resisting Zhao Yi's Immortal Technique.

"These bubbles?"

"From the Heavenly Dao?"

"Are you crazy?"

"A Heavenly Dao of a micro-world, so unjust; no wonder this world hasn't been able to ascend even after being created for so many years."

"I originally didn't want to provoke you, but since you don't know what's good for you, don't blame me for settling old and new scores together."

"Damn it..."

"Spirit Extraction, Return to Origin!"

Zhao Yi extended his palm and suddenly clenched his five fingers.

The bubbles outside the Mahayana Spirit Clan members popped one after another.

"Ah~"

Countless screams erupted, and countless Mahayana Spirit Clan members directly exploded into bloody chunks in the Void Realm.

"Hmph!"

"Gather."

A square block of flesh and blood fell into the immortal-shattering cold boiling water.

This block of flesh and blood was refined from thousands of Mahayana Spirit Clan members.

"Holy crap!"

"Master is amazing!"

Wu Chuan praised him sincerely, his eyes full of admiration and a trace of longing; he also wanted to become a person like Zhao Yi.

Zhang Shoucheng and Li Shouguang knelt down directly.

"Thank you, Old Ancestor Zhao, thank you for avenging the many Cultivators of the Great Yin Immortal Dynasty."

Gao Ling was different from the two of them; her eyes held shock, admiration, and a ripple of something indescribable and unclear.

As for the one hundred thousand Cultivators, seeing this scene, not knowing what had happened, they scattered in a panic.

It was as if Zhao Yi was even more terrifying than the Mahayana Spirit Clan.

"A mob of rabble, hard to accomplish great things."