115: evil thoughts

The Corpse Fiend Sect's original Great Protecting Formation had long since disappeared. All Righteous Sects had jointly constructed a new Formation, enveloping the entire Corpse Fiend Sect within it.

[Profound Aura Fiend-Suppressing Formation]

[Profound Aura Fiend-Suppressing]

[Profound Aura Fiend-Suppressing: Uses Righteous Path Protective Aura to gradually suppress and kill all living beings within the Formation.]

Fang Huai rode his Flying Sword in a circle around the Formation, looking for any gaps he could enter through.

However, this Formation was extremely sophisticated, with no flaws to be found.

Although several entrances had been set up, each was guarded by a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, making it difficult to sneak in.

Just as he was feeling distressed, he suddenly sensed someone following him and immediately became alert.

His gaze swept over the person, checking their information:

[Shang Yang]

[Qi Refining Seventh Layer]

[Mottled Spiritual Qi (Gray)], [Impending Misfortune (Black)]

[Mottled Spiritual Qi: The Qi Sea is polluted by Evil Qi, causing the purity of spiritual power to decline.]

[Impending Misfortune: Destined to offend someone they shouldn't today; life and death depend on the other party's whim.]

Realizing the other party only had a Qi Refining Seventh Layer cultivation, he stopped his movement and spoke:

"Fellow Daoist, tracking others is not the behavior of Righteous Cultivators."

Shang Yang hurriedly explained, "Don't misunderstand, Fellow Daoist. I saw you staring at the Formation and wondered if you wanted to enter the Corpse Fiend Sect to hunt for treasure?"

Fang Huai said, "Whether I'm hunting for treasure is another matter. Do you have a way to let me in, Fellow Daoist?"

Shang Yang coughed lightly and pointed to an entrance not far away, saying:

"That entrance is under the jurisdiction of our Danxia Sect. If you wish to enter, Fellow Daoist, you only need to pay five hundred Spirit Stones."

"Five hundred Spirit Stones?" Fang Huai frowned.

He wasn't annoyed that the other party asked for too many Spirit Stones; on the contrary, he felt they were asking for too few.

The Corpse Fiend Sect had ten thousand years of heritage, with countless spiritual plants, spiritual items, and mysterious Fiend Arts. Anything picked up at random would be worth far more than five hundred Spirit Stones.

The fact that the other party only asked for five hundred Spirit Stones meant either the Profound Sword Sect's foundations had already been picked clean, or the person was an ignorant Cultivator.

Seeing Fang Huai remain silent, Shang Yang hurriedly said, "If you think it's too expensive, Fellow Daoist, then I'll take off twenty Spirit Stones. If you still can't accept that, then there's nothing I can do; we also have people above us to pay respects to."

Fang Huai squinted and smiled, "Fine, but this place is too conspicuous. We should find a secluded spot to trade."

"No need, we are all fellow Cultivators."

Shang Yang tried to persuade him, but seeing Fang Huai shake his head, he could only comply with the other's wishes.

The two of them descended from the sky and found a hidden corner.

The scene before Shang Yang's eyes suddenly changed. He was surrounded by piles of Spirit Stones, and his Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters were kneeling before him, holding jade trays filled with top-grade Medicinal Pills, saying in unison:

"Junior Brother Shang, the Sect Head just said that you are his long-lost son. He feels guilty toward you and wants to go all out to nurture you and help you become a Foundation Establishment Cultivator."

Shang Yang rubbed his eyes in disbelief, then swallowed the top-grade Medicinal Pills in one gulp, laughing wildly:

"I, Shang Yang, have been unlucky all my life. I never expected to have a day where I could change my fate against the heavens!"

Suddenly, the voices of his Senior Brothers and Sisters became hoarse and gradually unintelligible, and the scene in his vision began to shatter into pieces.

His consciousness dissipated between heaven and earth... By this time, Fang Huai had already molded his facial features into Shang Yang's likeness, and his height and muscle contours were also adjusted.

After changing into Shang Yang's clothes, he used spiritual fire to burn the corpse completely to ash.

"If you hadn't been greedy, you wouldn't have fallen into my Confusing Evil Qi. Perhaps you could have even avoided this Impending Misfortune."

His voice also became identical to Shang Yang's. He mounted Shang Yang's flying artifact and flew toward the entrance guarded by the Danxia Sect.

Upon reaching the entrance, the leading Foundation Establishment Cultivator frowned and said, "Did the fat sheep you caught run away again?"

"Shang Yang" nodded without saying a word.

That Foundation Establishment Cultivator said angrily, "You idiot, how many times have you failed these past few days?

I told you, first lure them into the entrance, then use the excuse of trespassing into a Demonic Sect to blackmail them for everything they're worth. But you, you're as stupid as a donkey, failing every time.

Since that's the case, you go into the Corpse Fiend Sect one more time. If you don't bring back something good, then just die inside."

"Shang Yang" showed a look of terror and shook his head repeatedly, only to be grabbed by the collar by the Foundation Establishment Cultivator and tossed into the Profound Aura Fiend-Suppressing Formation like a little chick.

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After "Shang Yang" was thrown into the Formation, he looked dejected, hunching his body and reluctantly shuffling forward.

Once he was out of the Danxia Sect Cultivators' sight, he snorted, summoned his flying artifact, and sped quickly toward Refining Corpse Peak.

The poisonous fiendish energy within the Formation was thick, making it hard to find living things. Demonic Creatures, no longer restrained by their masters, roamed everywhere, their roars constant.

Having not fed on blood for a long time, they were becoming increasingly violent. Upon seeing Fang Huai, they lunged at him recklessly.

After killing several Demonic Creatures that came at him, Fang Huai took out the fox fur coat from his Storage Pouch and wrapped himself tightly in it.

"Brother, the poisonous fiendish energy here is too thick. Let's leave quickly," Li Zhu's head, which had transformed into a hood, spoke up.

"Endure it! If you have the ability to get out on your own, then you can leave right now."

"Hmph..."

Li Zhu wanted to say more, but Fang Huai pinched her lips shut.

The Insect Concealment Art combined with Li Zhu's concealment effect made it difficult for the Demonic Creatures to sense Fang Huai, allowing him to smoothly reach the location of Refining Corpse Peak.

Refining Corpse Peak was covered with the remains of Corpse Fiend Sect Cultivators. Their Storage Pouches had long been scavenged by Righteous Cultivators, and their corpses had been gnawed down to white bone by Baleful Corpses.

Fang Huai's goal was the top of Refining Corpse Peak, where the Cultivation Technique Hall was located. Perhaps he could find the Cultivation Technique he wanted there.

"Swoosh—"

Just as he was moving rapidly, a streak of poisonous fiendish energy brushed past his shoulder.

Fang Huai hurriedly dodged and fixed his gaze on the source of the poisonous fiendish energy.

[Baleful Corpse (Li Hai)]

[Foundation Establishment Early Stage]

[Corpse Fiend Body Control (Red)], [Malice (Red)]

[Corpse Fiend Body Control: The corpse is influenced by Corpse Fiend energy and transformed into a Baleful Corpse.]

[Malice: Died an unnatural death; the unwillingness in his heart and his obsession make him hostile toward all living beings.]

"Living person... kill... die..."

The Baleful Corpse muttered incoherent words as it lunged toward Fang Huai.

Fang Huai pushed his Light Body Technique to the limit and quickly fled. He had no need to waste time on this Baleful Corpse.

But the Baleful Corpse was, after all, at the Foundation Establishment level. Although its movements appeared clumsy, its travel speed was exceptionally fast, and it could even use some of the techniques it knew while alive, which truly gave Fang Huai a headache.

To make matters worse, the Baleful Corpse's roars attracted groups of Demonic Creatures, causing Fang Huai quite a bit of trouble.

"I was going to let you go, but I didn't expect you to be so eager to die!"

"Five Thunder Curse!"

Fang Huai stopped dodging and chanted an incantation. Five bolts of thunder descended from the sky, striking the Baleful Corpse.

This was a technique he had snatched from a Huangfeng Valley Cultivator, said to be specifically designed to counter Demonic Creatures.

But when the lightning struck the Baleful Corpse, it only caused a few minor holes and failed to inflict heavy damage.

"I need to find some lightning-related strange fiends to strengthen my Fiend Spiritual Root. Only then can I let lightning techniques exert their maximum effectiveness."

Fang Huai stopped using techniques and summoned Wang Teng to attack the Baleful Corpse.

The Baleful Corpse's mind was extremely simple. Seeing Wang Teng rushing toward it, it thought that Wang Teng, being a fellow Demonic Creature, would not attack, so it didn't care.

It wasn't until Wang Teng bit into its neck that it became enraged, howling as it attacked Wang Teng.