Chapter 24

Although Fang Ling had guarded against Shen Mufeng, he never expected that Shen Mufeng would still have a follow-up move. However, with the situation as it was, thinking about other things would be of no use. At the moment the foul wind struck, the Rainbow Sword flashed, and with a move called "Furious Sword, Wild Flower," it slashed out!

This time, Fang Ling did not use the Light Splitting Sword Technique.

In this small cave, there was no room for dodging; the Light Splitting Sword Technique was not as straightforward and effective here.

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing echoed in Fang Ling's ears as the Rainbow Sword pierced out. The hand holding the Rainbow Sword felt a tremendous force, almost causing him to drop the sword.

Fang Ling, greatly alarmed, quickly retreated five paces.

"Bang!"

The hard object struck the cave wall, causing the entire cave to tremble three times.

"Lord, don't kill this boy directly; I need the antidote!" Shen Mufeng's shrill voice came from inside.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp..."

A strange sound rang out twice, followed by a voice with an eerie tone: "Boy, hand over the antidote, and I will allow you to serve under me!"

Fang Ling focused his gaze and saw a black figure standing steadily about ten feet away. He couldn't see the face of this black figure, but its eyes glowed green.

Although he couldn't see the black figure's mouth, Fang Ling was certain that the voice just now did not come from this black figure.

Fang Ling felt a chill run down his spine at the sight of this strange black figure. He was sure that his Rainbow Sword had struck this black figure just now.

However, despite the sharpness of the Rainbow Sword, it failed to penetrate the black figure's defense and was even deflected back.

One must know that that strike had gathered the inner energy of the fourth level of Qi cultivation. Even a fifth-level cultivator would not have been able to withstand that strike.

"Do I have to hand over the antidote to leave?" Fang Ling asked calmly after a moment of thought.

"Ha, ha, ha!" A hoarse voice laughed wildly, then said, "Being taken in by me, the Ancestor, is your good fortune in this life. If you keep babbling, don't blame me for taking your heart's essence to refine medicine!"

Fang Ling's mind raced, and he rushed out of the cave. At this moment, he had to take a risk.

"Want to run? Find death!" With a roar, the black figure, calling himself the Ancestor, rushed forward like lightning.

Although Fang Ling found it difficult to use the Golden Goose Technique in the cave, his speed was not slow. However, the black figure was even faster, reaching Fang Ling in just seven or eight leaps.

Though alarmed, Fang Ling's hands did not slow. He pinched his fingers and unfurled the Western Suburb Dusty Scroll, directly drawing himself and the strange black figure into the scroll.

Shen Mufeng, who had been waiting for the Lord to deal with Fang Ling and use the antidote to save him, was now in a panic.

His body trembled uncontrollably, and with the snake venom coursing through him, he knew he couldn't hold on much longer.

"Lord, that person has a strange magical artifact. Please... please break the artifact and save me..."

The one he called Lord let out a fierce roar, then grabbed Shen Mufeng, sinking his one-foot-long fangs into Shen Mufeng's neck.

Shen Mufeng, already poisoned, could not resist. He struggled for a moment and then fell silent.

The Lord threw Shen Mufeng's body aside, his entire form becoming even more vividly red, especially his eyes, which glowed like fireballs.

If Fang Ling were still in the cave, he could have seen the true appearance of this Lord.

This Lord was less than three feet tall, his entire body resembling a ball. As the red light in his eyes dimmed, he let out a chirping sound, which was even more piercing this time.

Although inside the Western Suburb Dusty Scroll, this sound still made Fang Ling feel extremely uncomfortable. The black figure trapped in the scroll became even more violent, tearing a green wolf into two pieces with a single grab.

The area around the black figure was now a river of blood, with the bodies of over a dozen wolves and monkeys scattered haphazardly. Dozens of venomous snakes, though constantly biting the black figure, were instantly torn into two pieces by the invisible black aura surrounding the figure.

This black figure was definitely beyond the seventh level of Qi cultivation!

But why didn't it escape from the Western Suburb Dusty Scroll?

Fang Ling knew very well that although the Western Suburb Dusty Scroll was incredibly versatile, it was impossible to trap a cultivator above the sixth level of Qi cultivation.

A single full-strength strike from a sixth-level cultivator could break the space formed by the Western Suburb Dusty Scroll.

"Crack!"

A first-level demonic snake, already a first-level beast, was grabbed and torn into two pieces by the black figure, causing Fang Ling's heart to ache.

Although there were still a few first-level beasts in this space, Fang Ling cherished the silver-crowned snake he had first captured. Seeing it destroyed like this, he lost a valuable helper.

However, what Fang Ling was most anxious about now was time.

The Western Suburb Dusty Scroll could last for at most a quarter of an hour. After that, he would have to face not only the black figure but also the strange Lord.

Fang Ling's mind raced, and he took out the Golden Sword Talisman from his small cosmos bag.

Maybe, he would have to use it!

Just as Fang Ling was about to activate the Golden Sword Talisman, a leopard had already bitten the black figure's neck fiercely.

This bite, of course, was useless.

On the contrary, the leopard lost three of its teeth.

The leopard, in pain, howled and quickly retreated.

The black figure's arm swept past the retreating leopard.

Clearly, with just a flip of his hand, he could have grabbed and torn the leopard into two pieces, but the black figure did not know how to adapt.

Rigid!

This thought appeared in Fang Ling's mind, and more information about the black figure flooded in.

The smell of decay, the flesh that the Rainbow Sword could not injure.

All of this matched the characteristics of a corpse.

With this thought, Fang Ling suddenly appeared near the black figure, his fingers moving quickly to form a strange finger technique in front of the black figure.

The black figure, which had been charging at Fang Ling, suddenly fell straight to the ground the moment the finger technique appeared.

A corpse, this was precisely the corpse left by the founder of the Divine Sword Manor!

Fang Ling's heart raced with joy. The finger technique he had just used was the Corpse Stabilizing Technique left by the founder in the scroll.

This technique was the first and most important step in creating a corpse. Moreover, each corpse creator's technique was different, serving as a safeguard to prevent others from forcibly taking their corpses.

After the black corpse lay on the ground for three minutes, Fang Ling cautiously approached it, confirming that it was in a deep sleep. He then took out the Rainbow Sword and cut his wrist.

Drops of blood fell from Fang Ling's arm onto the corpse's forehead.

After the blood covered the corpse's forehead, Fang Ling drew a blood symbol on the corpse's face that was difficult to understand.

As the blood symbol was completed, all the blood marks on the corpse's face disappeared, and Fang Ling felt a connection with the corpse.

The corpse was like his arm, and he could control its movements.

"Bang!"

A loud noise suddenly echoed in the dark cave!

With this sound, a disheveled figure appeared in the cave, his hair in disarray, bloodstains on his face, and a look of utter despair.

As this figure appeared, a black figure quickly followed, stiffly extending its hands and charging straight at the first figure.

The first figure's face was full of horror.

"Don't kill me!" The first figure shouted in fear.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp!"

With a strange sound, the black figure suddenly stopped. The Lord, with his short stature, emerged from the darkness with a cold snort.

He looked at the fallen youth and laughed, "Run, you were quite good at running, weren't you? Wanting to escape from my corpse, you're still too young!"

The Lord laughed loudly, enjoying the sight of someone's despair. This despair and sorrow gave him immense pleasure.

However, he did not plan to kill the youth immediately. He had something more important to do.

"Now, I'll give you one more chance. Are you willing to serve under me as my protector?"

Fang Ling shuddered and quickly nodded, "Willing! I am willing! As long as Lord doesn't kill me, I'll do anything!"

"Good, from now on, you are my protector." The Lord chuckled, then said with a hint of lust, "I have immortal techniques and secrets that will greatly enhance your cultivation." He then approached Fang Ling and continued, "What magical artifact did you use just now? Take it out!"

"This... This was left to me by my master, he said it's not to be... " At this moment, Fang Ling put on a troubled expression.

"Ha, ha, ha." With an unpleasant laugh, the short Lord said coldly, "If you're troubled, don't take it out. Anyway, when you die, it will still be mine."

With these words, the Lord licked his lips, and a bloody smell emanated from his mouth, "The essence of a fourth-level cultivator, I haven't enjoyed it for a long time."

"I'll hand it over, I'll hand it over!"

Fang Ling spoke and took out a yellow talisman from his clothes, "Lord, this is the treasure I used to become invisible, called the Spirit Trapping Talisman. Here, look!"

As he said "look," the talisman flew out, transforming into a golden sword and swiftly slashing toward the Lord.

"Ha, ha, ha! Boy, indeed cunning!" The Lord laughed wildly, and a black, icy short knife flew out from his sleeve, rushing straight at the golden sword.

"Crack!"

The moment the black short knife and the golden sword collided, the golden sword was cut into two pieces.

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