Chapter 80

Gong Xinran had been silent all along, until at this moment, her still body moved slightly.

Gao Yi’s smile became even more eerie: "What should I do? I, Gao Yi, am unwilling to be a man without integrity. Oh, I almost forgot, I still have this strange treasure on me. Xinran, you have read thousands of books at the Linhai Academy. Do you know the method of forging artifacts from the ancient times of the Demon Spirit Sect? After a person dies, their resentful soul can be infused into an artifact, transforming it into a Celestial Demon, which can be imbued with spirit. My Seven Immortal Rings are currently missing one Celestial Demon. Your condition is perfect material. You are a Spirit Master with a strong soul, and you hate me to the bone, making it impossible to let go. To be the spirit of this artifact, accompanying me, wouldn’t it mean eternal companionship, never parting?"

When he finished speaking, Gong Xinran’s body became silent once again.

Zong Shou, standing nearby, showed no sorrow or joy, no anger or hatred, but his eyes were cold and sharp!

As Gao Yi was speaking, a whistle suddenly came from outside the mountain. His eyes showed surprise: "It turns out that Senior Mi has also come. He is a Xiantian, why would he risk coming to the foot of this Demon Corpse Mountain?"

Muttering with a hint of doubt, Gao Yi casually took a bracelet from his sleeve and tossed it to Qi Nu.

"This woman has some feelings for me, so I can’t do it myself. Qi Nu, you learned some soul-binding techniques in the past. Later, you will help me bind her soul and bring her down the mountain. If anything goes wrong, I won’t show mercy!"

His voice was icy, chilling to the bone, and then he laughed long and loud: "If you wish, you can also torment her. Although her appearance is not great, her figure is really good! I know that you few have secretly practiced the art of extraction. You can do as you please. The more she suffers and hates, the stronger the Celestial Demon will be. The future of my Seven Immortal Rings depends on you. But remember, you must come down before midnight—"

Qi Nu’s eyes immediately lit up, and his gaze towards Gong Xinran became more peculiar.

Zong Shou, perched on a branch, gave Gao Yi a cold look as he left. Then he flapped his wings and flew up again.

A flash of lightning, and in a breath, he was ten thousand feet away.

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Returning to the cave, as he approached his body, the fatigue and weakness vanished without a trace.

He still rushed into the Shenxiao穴, returning his consciousness to his body. When he opened his eyes, he clenched his fist and pounded the ground. The immense force shattered the mountain rock below!

His anger subsided slightly, and Zong Shou leaped up, dashing out like lightning. Little Jin, who was still gnawing on the thunder phoenix egg, was momentarily at a loss.

After a brief hesitation, he crushed the remaining eggshell into pieces, wrapped it with his body, and leaped onto Zong Shou’s shoulder.

Chuxue was also bewildered and could only use her agility technique to follow closely behind, but the more she followed, the more alarmed she became.

For some reason, the aura around Zong Shou now seemed even more terrifying than the high-level spirit beasts she had seen before.

Even Zhao Yanran and Leidong, who were far more formidable, seemed slightly inferior.

It wasn’t that their aura was weaker, but the dangerous aura made her heart chill. It was like a fierce snake waking from hibernation, with a predatory intent that made one involuntarily feel fear.

At first, Zong Shou used the Wind Traveling Spirit Bone to move. After a moment, he felt impatient and discarded it, fully unleashing his form. With a step, lightning flashed under his feet, and his body moved with a whistling sound, like a bolt of lightning, crossing the vast ravines and rushing through the dense forests of the Demon Corpse Mountain.

His blood surged, and the qi in his dual meridians pulsed. The stabilized Xiantian true essence went berserk again, and even his bones creaked under the extreme speed.

Zong Shou, however, seemed oblivious, his gaze as cold as a spring. His mind was almost devoid of other thoughts, and his feet did not stop, only speeding up, faster and faster!

Chuxue, following behind, was again taken aback. Zong Shou, whom she had gradually caught up with, had suddenly left her behind by dozens of steps.

Like a fierce wind, roaring through the forest.

She almost froze in place. Such speed, she had only seen in those Martial Ancestor-level experts.

Zhao Yanran, who had fought Zong Shou with swords, was already incredibly fast, but compared to Zong Shou now, she was nothing. What kind of agility technique was this, so powerful?

This doubt was quickly cast aside. Chuxue’s mind was filled with one thought: What could have made Zong Shou so furious?

In the past few months, even when he was humiliated by Liang Miaozhi on the peak of Danling Mountain, or forced to duel with Zhao Yanran, Zong Shou had always been calm and composed.

She had never seen the Young Master like this.

The steep mountain, rising four thousand feet. Normally, it would take several hours.

But Zong Shou reached the seductive peach grove in just half a moment.

His clothes were drenched in sweat, his physical strength almost exhausted, his feet had several bone fractures, and his internal qi was surging, causing severe internal injuries. Even the Wind Traveling Spirit Bone on his body was completely ruined.

Zong Shou, however, paid no attention, breathing lightly and moving forward.

He could laugh at the life and death of others and trample human lives to reach the peak of martial arts.

Even if his hands were stained with blood and he had killed countless people, he would not hesitate! But this time, he could not remain indifferent.

He could only hope that he was still in time.

Struggling forward for a dozen steps, the scene he had seen before as a thunder phoenix appeared again.

Gong Xinran was still nailed to the peach tree, while Qi Nu was drawing an array beside her. The others were still watching.

But at this moment, they all looked at him in surprise.

Zong Shou felt a sense of relief, his body almost falling to the ground. But he forced himself to support himself and slowly walked towards them.

Qi Nu was taken aback, then shook his head: "Isn’t this the Young Master of Qiantian Mountain? You haven’t gone down the mountain yet? Have you been following us all along? Let me guess, does the Young Master like this woman? You rushed here to save her?"

Gong Xinran also raised her head, looking at him with a dazed and lost expression. The consciousness in her eyes gradually returned, then filled with panic and anxiety, and a hint of blame. She said weakly, "Junior, why did you come? Go back! You are the Young Master of Qiantian Mountain, they won’t dare to harm you! Listen to your senior, your meridians are not open, and your soul sea is not formed, you can’t do anything to them—"

"Go back?"

Qi Nu laughed: "That’s not possible. If we didn’t know the situation, we could let him go. But since we’ve encountered him, we need to let Young Master Yi deal with it. Although the demon king of Qiantian Mountain is likely dead, the Young Master’s identity is special, so we must be cautious!"

Gong Xinran’s expression froze, and Qi Nu then smiled wickedly: "Right, Young Master, if you really like her, I can fulfill your wish. Actually, we few have no interest in this woman—"

He suddenly stopped speaking. Zong Shou was looking at him calmly, his icy eyes filled with mockery. His face, which had never shown such wildness and recklessness before, was now full of it.

A figure flickered before his eyes, and a hand like an iron clamp suddenly grabbed his neck.

With a fierce grip, a torrent of red liquid burst out!