Chapter 92

In the evening, within the Blood Valley, a wobbly figure was rapidly dashing through the desolate valley, heading towards the Demon Corpse Mountain.

Draped in a black silk robe, covered in bloodstains, his face hidden in a cloud of black mist, making it impossible to see his features. As he ran, his movements were extremely elusive.

Suddenly, he stopped, and the black-robed figure abruptly looked into the distance. About a hundred feet away, a bracelet lay quietly in the grass.

Faintly, one could hear the sounds of wailing and weeping coming from within the bracelet.

The gaze from within the black mist immediately became filled with shock and suspicion. After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly rushed over and picked up the bracelet.

The object immediately began to vibrate and struggle, as if trying to escape his control. The black-robed figure, however, let out a cold laugh, and a drop of blood dripped onto the bracelet. Then he sped off again, quickly disappearing into the depths of the mountain.

Just after he left, a golden light suddenly shot over from the distance, hovering in the air above this spot.

It was a magnificent flying sword, radiating a brilliant golden light, made entirely of gold and inlaid with countless gems, shining brightly.

The figure on the sword was somewhat plump, wearing a golden robe woven from threads of gold. He had two large ears, each adorned with three earrings, also inlaid with gems. Around his waist was a pure white jade belt, and on his ten fingers were ten gemstone rings.

Just like the sword below, he was also dazzling with gold, exuding a wealthy aura.

Looking in the direction of the Demon Corpse Mountain, the fat man in the golden robe first showed hesitation and reluctance, then a cold laugh.

"Consider yourself lucky to have escaped into the Demon Corpse Mountain. To be able to escape from my hands, Jin Bu Hui, you must have some skill. Just hope you don't run into me in the future—"

He let out a mighty hum, ready to leave on his flying sword. Suddenly, his mind stirred, and he looked several hundred miles away.

"Such a strong aura of yin, the clouds and mist gathering, swirling without dispersing, as if there is some malevolent presence. Strange, the things in the Demon Corpse Mountain shouldn't be ready to emerge yet."

Without hesitation, he transformed into a golden light and headed toward the source of the black mist. In a moment, he had traveled ten miles. In just a few minutes, he reached the top of a mountain.

Standing on the golden sword, Jin Bu Hui immediately drew in a sharp breath.

"Nine Yin Meridians, how is that possible? Near the Demon Corpse Mountain, there are actually nine yin meridians converging? No wonder the yin energy here is so strong. Grievance rising, could there be a vengeful spirit or a corpse of great malevolence here? How strange—"

He scanned the surroundings, and in a short while, he found the source of all the anomalies.

"Sister Gong Xinran's grave, the tombstone is covered in blood patterns, such heavy grievance. Hmm? Something seems off. And this talisman array outside is also very strange!"

After examining it for a moment, Jin Bu Hui's lips twisted, and he couldn't help but curse.

"Who the hell did this? The grievance has already dissipated, yet they insisted on burying her in this Nine Yin Absolute Ground! Making her grievance seem present but not really. And this talisman array, what kind of spirit master's legacy is this? A fine Light Purification Array, but it's drawn like this. Purification turned to aggregation, light turned to darkness, are you trying to purify or to create a Nine Yin Spirit Corpse? What did your master teach you? Truly a freak! Hmm, you even noticed the yin meridians below. But if you hadn't drawn this array, wouldn't everything be fine? No! Dark moon aggregation, plus the Nine Yin Meridians, and a body with grievances unresolved, this is clearly a Heavenly Corpse Formation, and a Nine Yin Dark Female Rebirth. Damn, I've never heard of such a thing—"

Muttering to himself, Jin Bu Hui's face was covered in cold sweat, his complexion turning pale.

Suddenly, he raised the golden sword in his hand, and in the sky, countless lightning bolts flashed. The black mist gradually condensed, forming a human-like figure within.

At this moment, Jin Bu Hui's sweat flowed like a waterfall, and the golden sword hesitated, not daring to move forward even an inch!

This array, this grave, and this Nine Yin Meridian Formation, he couldn't break, nor dared to break!

After hesitating for a moment, the fat man in the golden robe decisively put away his sword. He laughed softly, waved his sleeve, and turned to leave without taking a single cloud with him.

"Whatever! The Nine Yin Dark Female Rebirth still needs nine years. I, Jin Bu Hui, am not skilled in purification, so why should I risk my life for this? I'll wait and invite some monks and Taoists to deal with it later. But the person who set this up, if I get the chance, I really want to meet them—"

The veins on his hands and the blood vessels on his neck suddenly bulged.

"—I really want to kill him now!"

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At the city gate of Yunsheng City, Zong Shou suddenly felt a chill run through his body, as if a strong killing intent had just pierced the sky.

Raising an eyebrow slightly, he glanced around, but he didn't care. As the saying goes, the more lice, the less it itches. There were too many people who harbored murderous intentions toward him, so he didn't bother to pay attention.

When he and Chuxue left the city, they were in disguise, and when they entered, they also changed their appearance.

However, the Lóngyǐng Lion could not be brought into the city. Fortunately, this beast was skilled at hiding and moving stealthily. Staying a bit farther from the city, it wouldn't be noticed.

With its fourth-stage strength, it was beyond the reach of ordinary martial artists.

Taking advantage of the night, they returned to the place arranged by the City Lord of Yunsheng City. As soon as Zong Shou entered through the back door, he saw Yin Yang standing in a horse stance in the small courtyard. His body moved rhythmically, and his bones crackled like popping beans.

However, his face was tinged with worry and a hint of helplessness.

Zong Shou's eyes brightened, revealing a hint of approval: "Not bad! Even after reaching the innate stage, you haven't forgotten the basics. With your diligence, Uncle Yin, you will surely reach the Celestial Rank in the future—"

Yin Yang was slightly surprised, then his eyes lit up with joy as he finished his stance and bowed, carefully examining Zong Shou.

He noticed that Zong Shou's aura was even more restrained, indistinguishable from an ordinary person, making it impossible to gauge his true strength. Curiosity crept into his voice: "Young Master, has the matter in the Blood Valley been resolved? Is the Lei Luan egg really on the Demon Corpse Mountain? I shouldn't have agreed to stay behind; I should have followed you!"

"I have been researching this for so long, how could I be wrong? Besides, if you left, those people would likely guess that I'm not here!"

Zong Shou didn't want to keep him in suspense. Seeing the surprise and disbelief on Yin Yang's face, he couldn't help but laugh softly. Just as he was about to talk about his cultivation progress, he suddenly raised an eyebrow and looked ahead: "Uncle Yin, there seems to be someone in the living room?"

Yin Yang's spirits lifted; being able to sense the situation in the living room meant he was at least at the Secret Martial Master level.

A moment later, his face was filled with difficulty: "Miss Yiren has come to look for you three times in the past two days. I tried to avoid her by saying the Young Master was at the City Lord's residence, but this time she won't leave. She seems determined to see you—"

Zong Shou was suddenly enlightened; the person in the living room was his fiancée.

PS: Many people have been asking about Gong Xinran. Here, I want to explain that, regardless of whether this woman is alive or not, this story has already ended for the protagonist. It won't repeat the same situation as in the previous book.

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