Chapter 72

In the underground space, Duan Xiaotian stood in the corner, surrounded by countless peach blossoms.

Behind Xun Yi, a peach tree rose, with pink petals shimmering with emerald green light. The female ghosts summoned by the Hundred Yin Mother Banner were scorched by the green light, emitting hissing sounds. Many female ghosts, enveloped in peach blossoms, transformed back into demure women and stood under the tree projected by Xun Yi.

Just as the "Osmanthus Fragrance Soul Separation" technique split the group of ghosts, Xun Yi immediately realized the nature of these ghosts. These pure yin women had been refined by magic, and as evil spirits, they were even more vulnerable to the exorcising power of the peach tree.

The osmanthus sword barely grazed the fat man's neck, and Xun Yi immediately changed his technique, transforming "Osmanthus Fragrance Soul Separation" into "Burning Peach Blossom." At the same time, he formed the Peach Blossom Seal with his other hand, combining it with "Burning Peach Blossom" to create a composite combat technique.

The peach blossoms harmonized, and the pink petals scattered, purifying the ghosts with their exorcising power. The peach tree behind Xun Yi transformed into a Duosuo peach tree. The tree rooted in the armory, growing into a towering tree to protect Xun Yi.

"This is the wonder of divinity," Xun Yi said, standing under the tree, calmly observing the surrounding ghosts. The female ghosts hovered around the peach tree, not daring to offend it.

Among all things, divinity is the most precious. Even if these ordinary ghosts were empowered by magical artifacts, they dared not offend a deity.

"Spring Revival." The power of virtue activated, and the peach tree projection truly possessed a spirit. As the tree vibrated its branches and expanded its domain, it re-protected Duan Xiaotian under the peach tree.

Wherever the peach wood was, it was Xun Yi's divine domain. Because the projection was based on the Duosuo mountain peach wood, this domain had the power to exorcise ghosts and suppress evil. The peach wood was in full bloom, with emerald green vitality and exorcising power swirling like clouds. Strands of light shone down, and the female ghosts were purified in the divine light, transforming into light and merging into the peach tree beside Xun Yi.

"You..." Duan Xiaotian looked at the young man under the tree. Xun Yi frowned in deep thought, his aura merging with the entire peach tree, exuding a grand and vibrant energy that made one reluctant to resist.

"Divinity?" The fat man, a demonic cultivator, showed a look of fear. Although his demonic cultivation was not weak, a spiritual cultivator facing a deity was at a disadvantage. If they fought, even if he won, it would be a Pyrrhic victory.

"According to the intelligence, isn't this guy just a proxy city god? Currently, the city god is impersonated by the Earth Mother Temple. Where did he gather his divinity from? Isn't the Maolin Sword Technique of the Xun family only able to gather the virtue of wood at the third level? Moreover, the divinity he gathered—"

"Golden Light of Virtue?" The demonic cultivator instinctively despised this divine light, as the Golden Light of Virtue had a significant restraining effect on demonic cultivators.

Seeing the green peach petal in Xun Yi's palm, the demonic cultivator's lips twitched. The peach mist around him flowed into the petal, compressing the exorcising power, gradually emitting a red glow and fiery flames.

"Duosuo Fire?" Recognizing this exorcising fire, the demonic cultivator decided to retreat. As Xun Yi threw the flame, which resembled a peach blossom, the demonic cultivator waved his banner. Dark energy from the netherworld extracted the resentment of the female ghosts.

"Ghostly Howl." The ghostly resentment formed layers of protective shields around him, and the fat man slowly retreated towards the door.

Several layers of protective shields rose, and the peach blossom flame lightly touched the first layer. The flame burned through the shield, and the faces of the female ghosts appeared in pain, forming ghostly faces on the shield. Soon, the flame penetrated the first layer and burned through the next. Countless female souls were purified, merging into the peach tree as green peaches.

Seeing the layers of protective shields being penetrated by the peach blossom flame, the demonic cultivator bitterly smiled. The Duosuo mountain peach wood was a legendary divine wood that suppressed ghosts and exorcised evil. Even if Xun Yi only summoned a bit of its divine power, it was not something he could resist.

"What kind of technique is this guy using? How can he summon the power of the legendary peach tree with just a divine rank?" The demonic cultivator spat out a mouthful of black demonic fire.

After penetrating several layers of protective shields, the power of the Duosuo fire was reduced by half. It was finally neutralized by the netherworld ghost fire.

The demonic cultivator did not dare to be careless. He grabbed the soul of Mrs. Xun with his hand. "Young Master, don't move! If you dare to make another move, I will have to take action against your mother."

Black ghost fire ignited, touching the soul of Xun Yi's mother, Zhao Ying, emitting the characteristic white smoke of a soul.

"Do you really think I will surrender and let you manipulate my mother like in a story? Do you think I am that foolish? After being captured, will I become a ghost on your banner along with my mother?"

The demonic cultivator was speechless. He indeed had the intention to make Xun Yi submit. But seeing Xun Yi's cold face, he changed his approach: "I wouldn't dare to make the young master do that. How about this: I admit my mistake and offend the young master and your mother. I will return your mother's soul and we will not interfere with each other in the future."

Although he said this, the demonic cultivator felt regretful. Finding a pair of pure yin and pure yang mother and son was not easy. In the vast sea of people, he had only encountered three pairs. And they were all difficult to deal with, either the mother had spiritual power or the son had protective abilities. So he had to give up each time.

It was precisely because of these repeated active withdrawals and fleeing to distant places that he was able to survive until now.

Xun Yi was silent, staring at his mother's soul. Under the ghost fire, her face seemed to be in pain.

"Young Master, you have just entered the path of cultivation and may still have the mentality of a mortal. But we cultivators have a long life, why should we fight over a single victory or defeat? Today, I am completely restrained by your divinity, so I admit defeat. But if I decide to escape, I can still cause trouble for your Xun family in the future. How about we become friends and make peace?"

"Return my mother's soul, hand over the demonic banner in your hand for purification, and swear never to practice demonic cultivation again. This matter can be forgiven."

The demonic cultivator's face changed. "Young Master, I don't want to cause more trouble, but I'm not afraid of you! You have just ascended to the divine path, how much power do you have? If you force a fight, your divinity will be completely extinguished by my netherworld ghost fire!"

The demonic cultivator was right. Xun Yi's divinity was too weak, and if they really fought, he might lose his divine status.

But Xun Yi's character did not allow him to let such a demonic cultivator desecrate the souls.

"A gentleman has things he will do and things he will not do." Xun Yi shook his head, his gaze firm as he looked at the demonic cultivator, gripping his wooden sword again, and the power of the Heavenly Dao activated. The mighty power of the Heavenly Dao locked onto the demonic cultivator, and if he moved, Xun Yi would immediately use his sword technique to kill him.

"How can I stand by and watch these mortal souls be tormented by you?" As he said this, the virtue tree in his mind responded, and a layer of red light shot out from Xun Yi's crown, forming a crimson cloud around him, filling the room with a brilliant light.

"Since that's the case, then—" The demonic cultivator suddenly threw a bronze ancient lamp: "Explode!"

The ancient lamp emitted a bright light, and thunder rumbled, causing an explosion throughout the armory.

"Be careful! This is the Thunder Dragon Spirit Flame Lamp." The Azure Dragon shouted, and Xun Yi lowered his hand, the red light of virtue above his head reformed into a fire cloud, and the peach wood transformed into a wooden spirit energy, recombining.

"Dragonwood Covering the Sky." Xun Yi planted his wooden sword in the ground, and a banyan tree projection rose behind him. The green wood rooted, ancient and dragon-like, its canopy covering the sky. Green jade-colored branches shot out rays of green light, and roots grew from the trunk, forming shields to block the thunder and fire waves.

"Fortunately, this lamp is severely damaged, and its thunder and fire power is weakened." The Azure Dragon sighed in relief: "But you changed your sword technique, and the demonic cultivator has probably escaped from your exorcising domain."

The banyan tree, combined with the domain of divinity, was a continuously regenerating wooden spirit energy, a defensive domain of the wood element. Although it blocked the thunder and fire attack, the fat demonic cultivator took the opportunity to join his companions.

Xun Yi frowned, thinking of his mother and the victims on the demonic banner. He hurriedly said to Duan Xiaotian: "Continue to find a way out, I will go after them." Saying this, he rushed out of the armory.

As soon as he came out, he heard a惨叫 nearby, which seemed to be the voice of the demonic cultivator.

Running over, he saw his mother's soul floating in the air, and the demonic cultivator was pierced by countless arrows, staring at Xun Yi's mother's soul with a look of resentment.

Zhao Ying's soul was faint and scattered, originally unconscious in the soul jade. But it was awakened by the ghost fire, and seeing the demonic cultivator threatening her beloved son, she was filled with rage. She pretended to be under control while using her authority to trigger the mechanisms in the ancient Zhao secret vault.

"You... You are a descendant of the ancient Zhao?" The demonic cultivator's voice was weak, immediately understanding the situation. Only a descendant of the ancient Zhao could be so at ease here, using a short command to trigger the mechanisms and trap him.

Zhao Ying ignored him, staring blankly at the young man rushing over, tears streaming down her face.

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