Chapter 10

Wang Qi did not dare to go against Xuan Kong's meaning and slowly crept to the side of the female corpse. Looking at the ground, he saw that the finger holes were as deep and neat as if they had been chiseled out.

He couldn't help but pat his chest and feel a lingering fear.

He paced to the front of the female corpse and carefully tapped her fingernails, which were as hard as iron hooks. Wang Qi, with a bitter expression, asked again, "Senior Brother, do we really have to tear off the talisman?"

Xuan Kong smiled and said, "This talisman, I obtained it from Li Zhenren in the Fangming Cave Heaven of Liangchang Mountain in Runzhou, in exchange for a spell. It was personally written by the Purple Yang Zhenren of Maoshan, so of course it cannot be left here."

"Purple Yang Zhenren!" Wang Qi's eyes sparkled with excitement.

Xuan Kong found it amusing, feeling that even in ancient times there were fans.

Wang Qi might not be very clear about the Fangming Cave Heaven of Liangchang Mountain being one of the thirty-six Daoist grotto-heavens, but he definitely knew about Purple Yang Zhenren. In this world, the Maoshan Sect was even more prosperous than in the previous life, and the Maoshan Daoists were also well-known.

However, unlike the Laoshan Sect, which was named after Laoshan, the Maoshan Sect was founded by the Southern Daoist School of Purple Yang. Purple Yang Zhenren, also known as Mr. Wuzhen and Purple Yang Immortal, was the founder of the Maoshan Purple Yang Sect!

Wang Qi didn't know how Senior Brother had connected with Li Zhenren and Purple Yang Zhenren.

But as long as he could get on good terms with Senior Brother...

Wang Qi drooled, feeling that his future in cultivation was bright!

Carefully tearing off the talisman written by Purple Yang Zhenren from the female corpse's head, Wang Qi held the talisman and burrowed into the soil. The female corpse, still under the suppression of the talisman, had no awareness and was plunged into darkness, feeling a burning heat flow from her forehead to her entire body.

Of course, she knew she had encountered a powerful person. After hundreds of years of sleep, she had regained consciousness and did not want to end up here.

She did not chase after Wang Qi but turned to escape. However, how could Xuan Kong let her go?

He shouted, "Demon, where are you going!" The sword behind Xuan Kong flew into his hand, and he swung it at the female corpse's back.

Feeling the sharpness behind her, the female corpse screamed and turned to block with her hands, her iron-hard nails stopping Xuan Kong's sword. Xuan Kong leaped, kicking the female corpse's chest, which felt soft and made his heart flutter. He quickly retreated.

The female corpse was about to close her eyes and wait for death, but felt the pressure on her chest lessen as Xuan Kong appeared behind her.

Xuan Kong's body moved lightly with the breeze, but the female corpse's attempts to grab him were in vain. Wang Qi, feeling nervous, saw his long sword on the table, drew it, and lunged at the female corpse.

The female corpse turned, letting Xuan Kong go, and clawed at Wang Qi's heart.

Seeing that Senior Brother's sword had put the female corpse at a disadvantage, Wang Qi was no longer as afraid as before. He calmly delivered a Laoshan sword technique. The long sword and the sharp claws met, and Wang Qi felt his hand shake, leaving only the hilt in his hand.

"Your opponent is me!" Seeing the situation, Xuan Kong formed a sword seal with his left hand and pointed it at his own forehead.

Then he pointed it at the female corpse, and a beam of golden light shot out from his left hand, shattering the little finger of the female corpse's right hand. The female corpse screamed and spat out a mist, crouching in it to escape.

This mist was not simple; the female corpse had hundreds of years of cultivation and was just one step away from forming a corpse pearl.

The mist was the corpse qi stored in her body, originally intended for forming the corpse pearl. But encountering Xuan Kong, she had to spit out a lot of it, hoping to block Xuan Kong's pursuit.

"Heh heh, how dare you release the light of a firefly?" Xuan Kong silently recited a fire-controlling true incantation, and the three-flavored true fire burned fiercely upon encountering the female corpse's corpse qi. Xuan Kong smiled and, with a flick of his hand, formed a circle of burning three-flavored true fire, trapping the female corpse in the middle.

Seeing the situation, the female corpse took a few steps east and west but found that Xuan Kong's three-flavored true fire had no gaps.

"Master, spare my life!" The female corpse, with no way out, knelt before Xuan Kong.

Her voice was hoarse, produced by her magical power, but her expression was pitiful, evoking sympathy. Wang Qi felt affection and looked at Xuan Kong, saying, "Senior Brother, I often hear Master say that all living things struggle to survive."

"These strange beings find it a thousand times harder to achieve Dao than we do. Why don't we spare her this time?"

The three-flavored true fire opened a gap, and Xuan Kong led Wang Qi through it into the circle. He smiled at Wang Qi and said, "You only see her beautiful appearance, but do you know what a corpse buried for hundreds of years would look like?"

Wang Qi thought for a moment, feeling nauseous, but then looked at the pale-faced female corpse: "Senior Brother..."

Seeing that Wang Qi wouldn't back down, Xuan Kong smiled, took a mouthful of wine from a flask in his sleeve, and recited a true incantation, spitting the wine mist onto the female corpse's face. However, her appearance remained unchanged, still beautiful.

"This is not scientific!" Xuan Kong, intending to use the female corpse to educate Wang Qi, almost popped his eyes out when he turned to look.

It was impossible; the female corpse had hundreds of years of cultivation and should not still look like this.

Xuan Kong bit his finger, drew a spirit talisman, and threw it at the female corpse. After the spirit talisman dissipated, the female corpse's appearance remained unchanged, showing that her true form was indeed like this, which made Xuan Kong almost tear his hair out.

"Where did you learn your skills?" Xuan Kong raised an eyebrow and asked.

A corpse that had become a spirit should not naturally maintain its appearance.

The female corpse was also taken aback and hoarsely replied, "I am from the Tang Dynasty, married to a foreign country, and have no master."

"No master?" Xuan Kong didn't believe it.

The female corpse's face became even paler, fearing that Xuan Kong would act, and spat out a jade: "This is my token. I am a princess of the Tang Dynasty. When the emperor's younger brother returned from his western journey, I was married to the Wujiguo, but unfortunately died halfway and was buried by the guards on White Tiger Ridge. When I woke up, I was in this form."

Xuan Kong extended his hand, and the jade flew to him. It indeed read "Tang Dynasty Princess," but he didn't read further, as this world was quite different from his previous life, and he might not know who the princesses were.

However, his face turned almost as pale as the female corpse's as she mentioned "Tang Dynasty Imperial Brother," "Western Journey," "Wujiguo," and "White Tiger Ridge." He clutched his head, unable to believe it. What kind of world was this!

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