Chapter 4

Liu Yansong knew that this was a rare opportunity and that time was of the essence. Without any hesitation, he bit down on the golden core of the Daoist, which was still in his mouth, directly aiming at the man’s soul body. Being inside the man’s soul body, Liu Yansong considered himself fortunate. At this moment, not only had the man not fully reacted, but even if he did, he was under the ice, completely unable to fight back and cause any harm to Liu Yansong.

Liu Yansong’s speed was very fast. By the time the Daoist’s few strands of essence blood carrying divine powers and magical abilities entered the man’s soul body, Liu Yansong had almost completely devoured the man’s internal organs. Although this was cruel, Liu Yansong also understood that this was a life-or-death confrontation. If he did not devour the man, as long as the man or the Daoist reacted in time, he would still be the one to suffer in the end.

The Daoist was both shocked and angry. At this moment, his golden core was still in Liu Yansong’s mouth, and the fragments of the man’s soul body carrying the freezing aura could also damage the golden core. Every time Liu Yansong devoured a piece of the man’s soul body, the golden core’s luster would dim a bit. The Daoist, sitting on the bed, also realized that things were not looking good. Although he was full of doubts, he was a few hundred years old and knew that this was not the time to consider those doubts. The top priority was to first eliminate Liu Yansong’s soul body, only then would the man have a chance to merge with him.

However, the Daoist’s plan was clearly too careless. As soon as his few strands of essence blood carrying his divine powers and magical abilities entered the man’s soul body, more blood dripped from Liu Yansong’s nose. Not to mention the man’s soul body, even Liu Yansong, who was holding the Daoist’s golden core, was almost completely frozen. The Daoist’s few drops of essence blood were directly frozen and then shattered in the cold blood.

Almost simultaneously, the Daoist felt a sweetness in his mouth. He was terrified and his eyes wide open, unable to believe the strange phenomenon he encountered. "Pure Yin Blood!" The Daoist was extremely bitter. He knew that things were complicated. No matter how many calculations he made, he never expected that Liu Yansong’s soul body would carry Pure Yin Blood, which was a fatal problem. The Daoist was in a hurry. Although he could not see the changes in the man’s mud pill palace, he could sense them through his golden core. At this moment, it was a time of extreme crisis. The Daoist knew that if the man’s soul body was devoured by Liu Yansong, all his plans would be in vain.

Unable to remain calm, the Daoist slightly pondered and immediately sat cross-legged. He quickly made various profound hand seals and spat out a stream of Three Pure Fire. His primordial spirit slowly floated out from the top of his head.

The Daoist knew that this was an extremely critical moment, and he did not have time to think too much. If he did not respond to the changes in the man’s mud pill palace in time, he could not even imagine the final outcome. The primordial spirit slowly approached the man’s body, and the Daoist’s face was pale with fear. His eyes were lifeless, and after his primordial spirit left his body, his body lost all vitality. The Daoist also understood that this was very dangerous, but he had no choice unless he directly abandoned the man. However, his golden core was still in the man’s mud pill palace, and even if he chose to abandon the man, he could not abandon his cultivation.

The primordial spirit touched the man’s forehead and, without any hesitation, directly entered the man’s mud pill palace. At the same time, because Liu Yansong had devoured the man’s internal organs, his body rapidly grew, and he swallowed the golden core in his mouth. Then, he opened his mouth wide and swallowed the Daoist’s few shattered strands of essence blood, along with all the divine powers and magical abilities.

Rumbling, rumbling, at this moment, Liu Yansong’s body seemed to be boiling hot water. At the same time, the sizzling sound continued. The Daoist’s golden core was clearly a pure yang object, and the shattered soul body fragments frozen by the Pure Yin Blood would not easily be melted by the golden core. The two intertwined and consumed each other in Liu Yansong’s soul body, and Liu Yansong’s body grew larger and larger.

After devouring all the internal organs of the man’s soul body, although Liu Yansong felt endless pain, he still involuntarily stretched his body. As he stretched, the man’s soul body could no longer withstand the extreme pressure. The man’s soul body, which was frozen by the Pure Yin Blood, exploded violently under Liu Yansong’s force.

Bang! This sound made the man’s mud pill palace vibrate, and the Daoist’s primordial spirit, which had just rushed into the man’s mud pill palace, was hit by countless soul body fragments without any preparation. "Ah!" The Daoist screamed in terror. His primordial spirit was covered by the cold Pure Yin Blood, and the intense cold made his body instantly stiff.

Once Liu Yansong broke out of the man’s soul body, he did not have time to think. He not only opened his mouth wide but also quickly waved his hands. It was clearly a time to fight for survival. Liu Yansong was unwilling to give up easily. Since the other party wanted to devour him, he would also fight back. The Daoist’s primordial spirit, hit by countless soul body fragments, was temporarily frozen by the Pure Yin Blood. Liu Yansong did not know what this was, but he did not think much about it. Without any hesitation, he grabbed the Daoist’s primordial spirit and started to gnaw at it with his mouth.

The Daoist was both shocked and terrified, but he still could not break free from the freezing of the Pure Yin Blood. He could only open his eyes in despair, with a look of extreme unwillingness, watching his primordial spirit quickly diminish, but he had no way to stop it, helpless and powerless.

Liu Yansong did not know the crisis he was facing at this moment. His mind was completely blank, and devouring the man’s soul body had become a subconscious action. Continuously devouring, Liu Yansong quickly finished gnawing the Daoist’s primordial spirit and then quickly devoured the remaining shattered soul body of the man. After completing all this, Liu Yansong suddenly realized that one side of his body felt like it was burning, while the other side felt like it was in an icy snowfield.

Liu Yansong was anxious. He did not know what was happening. Various images quickly appeared in his mind, and various memories kept replaying. The pain in his body was a torment beyond human endurance. Liu Yansong tightly bit his lips, trying to rely on his immense willpower to suppress the pain. However, he was destined to fail. The pain of being burned by fire and frozen by ice was not something that could be suppressed by willpower alone.

In the end, Liu Yansong felt a darkness before his eyes, and his soul body completely lost consciousness, falling into a deep sleep. Liu Yansong did not know that almost simultaneously, the Daoist, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, fell straight down, completely losing the signs of life.

The commotion in the room finally alarmed Huilan, who had been guarding the door. She quickly pushed open the door and was terrified to see the young master and the old man lying on the bed. "Young Master..." Huilan screamed in shock, rushing to the bed and quickly putting her finger near the man’s nose.

A warm breath flowed over Huilan’s finger, and she was slightly relieved. Then, she put her finger near the Daoist’s nose but felt no breath for a long time.

"Help! Help!" Huilan stood up in terror and screamed. The old man had actually died! Huilan could not believe it. The old man, with his powerful magical abilities, was the supreme existence of the Liu family, the guardian who had protected the Liu family for two hundred years, had actually died!

Huilan’s scream alarmed the entire estate. In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the room was crowded with people, all worried faces peering through the door, but no one dared to enter.

"The patriarch is here!" Finally, a voice rang out, and all the people at the door automatically moved aside. An old man, supported by a servant, walked in with a worried look on his face, leaning on a cane.

"Patriarch." Huilan cried out in grief.

The old man waved his hand with difficulty. He walked to the Daoist’s side and saw the Daoist’s pale face, his face trembling. "Great-grandfather..." The patriarch cried in grief, and the sound of crying immediately echoed outside the door. The Daoist was the guardian of the Liu family, with boundless magical abilities, always the guardian deity of the Liu family. Today, he was gone, making it hard to believe and accept this reality.

The old man wiped the tears from his face and looked at the man lying next to the Daoist. Huilan quickly sobbed, "Patriarch, the young master is fine."

The old man’s eyes showed a bit of relief. He pondered for a moment and weakly waved his hand, "Take good care of the young master."

Huilan quickly agreed. The old man then called out in a low voice, "A few people, come in and take the ancestor to the ancestral hall for a proper burial!"

Soon, the Daoist’s body was carried out, and Huilan hurriedly cleaned the room. At this moment, no one knew the man’s condition, and after much thought, the old man did not suggest moving the man to another room.

It must be said that Liu Yansong was fortunate. Although he was unconscious, a fierce battle was taking place within his soul body. If the man’s body was moved easily, he might only end up dead. The intertwining of water and fire, mutually cutting each other, who could say that this was not a great disaster?

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