Building a sect from scratch.

"Si Yang was not from Zhongzhou, but from Tianyingzhou. When he was eight years old, the Misty Golden Immortal was subduing the demon and accidentally injured several villages, including the village where Si Yang lived."

"Si Yang was able to survive thanks to himself. He managed to draw qi into his body while on the verge of death and establish his foundation in a single day."

"Such a genius is a once-in-a-millennium talent. At least in the Guixu Realm, among the ten continents and three islands, he is the only one I know of."

"Of course, it's also because he figured all of this out on his own, which is a self-taught approach. As a result, his meridians were not open when he reached the Foundation Establishment stage, which led to his cultivation level being only average even when he reached the Golden Core stage, and he was not as good as ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators."

"Later, he joined the Taiyi Sect, shattered his golden core, relinquished all his cultivation, and started from scratch, rebuilding his foundation. That's how he gradually got to where he is today."

"The remnant souls within him are all his fellow villagers from back then..."

The story Junchou told was one that Fang Xianyu had never heard before.

"So, the revenge he's talking about... could it be that he's looking for the ethereal Golden Immortal?"

Jun Chou said, "I don't know. I'm not a tapeworm in his stomach, how could I know what he's thinking!"

Zhang Can stared at the distant Immortal Si Yang and gritted his teeth, saying, "No matter what, being beautiful, strong, and tragic is not a reason for him to do evil! Besides, he's not even beautiful! I'm not driven by sex or my values ​​follow my looks!"

"Hehe, this is Lan Xing's talk again," Jun Chou chuckled, not quite understanding, and brought up the previous matter again: "In the small world that Si Yang opened up before, those withered bones were the physical bones of the remnant soul in his body. Can't you create puppet bodies? Use those withered bones as a base to create puppet bodies, and then use soul-summoning magic. At such a close distance, it is enough to make the soul in his body unstable."

"The weakness caused by the extraction of dozens of souls made him unable to resist the lightning tribulation, and also left him with no energy to open up a small cave world."

Zhang Can couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement: "What a ruthless method!"

Jun Chou sighed softly: "They should have returned to dust long ago. All that is happening now is just Si Yang's own obsession."

Zhang Can said nothing more and disappeared into the shattered cave world.

The small world had collapsed, the rocks were cracked, and all the trees were bent over. The gaping hole in the sky grew larger and larger, revealing the gloomy, cloud-filled sky of the Guixu Realm.

He quickly found the pile of neglected bones, gathered them all up, and used them to create puppet bodies on the spot.

Those remnant souls cannot survive. The puppet bodies only provide them with a place to live, but cannot replenish their souls. Therefore, the energy points consumed by these puppet bodies are essentially wasted.

But that was still far less than the expenses required to fight Si Yang to the death. He created more than thirty puppet bodies in a row, and it didn't cost much in total. Zhang Can hurriedly used his spiritual power to guide them out of the shattered little world.

"O soul, return! You have departed from your constant presence, why wander to the four corners of the earth? You have abandoned your place of joy, and instead turned to that place of misfortune..."

Zhang Can held a piece of travertine in his hand, using it as a makeshift soul-guiding lamp, and chanted incantations: "O soul, return! The Nine Netherworlds are no place to entrust your soul. Even a man a thousand feet tall only seeks the soul..."

As his words drifted away, a sudden gust of wind arose, and a chilling aura filled the sky. The eerie light of the stone seemed to be stretched out, piercing through the scattered white smoke and illuminating the Immortal Siyang, who had not taken Zhang Can seriously.

An indescribable dizziness suddenly struck, and the hands of the Immortal Siyang, who was making hand seals, trembled uncontrollably. He turned his head sharply and saw that Zhang Can, who had been quiet for half a day, had not given up, but had been holding back something big!
"You! How dare you!" Immortal Siyang, who could see through Zhang Can's scheme at a glance, was furious. He immediately struck Zhang Can with a lightning spell. Unexpectedly, although Zhang Can's offensive methods were limited, his defensive methods were so sophisticated that they were hard to understand. The lightning spell was like a stone sinking into the sea as soon as it touched his body, without making a ripple.

Before Si Yang Xianren could make any further moves, several of the remnant souls within his body could no longer contain themselves and immediately floated out!
The gray soul swayed and followed the path illuminated by the stone towards Zhang Can.

After a long time, although these spirits could still be barely recognized, they all had blank expressions.

"Little lamb..."

Suddenly, a relatively intact soul squeezed out of Si Yang's body. It could even make a bellows-like sound, hoarse, but it drifted into Zhang Can's ears with the wind.

"Little lamb, let go..."

It looked back almost every step of the way, unable to resist the pull of its own body, yet seemingly deeply attached to and worried about the Immortal Siyang.

One by one, more than a dozen souls emerged, and Immortal Siyang's face turned extremely pale. He had to stop all movement because his own soul was also becoming somewhat erratic, and his spiritual power was so disordered that it was difficult to mobilize.

Soon, the most agile soul found its body. The moment it possessed it, before it could even fully control its limbs, it stumbled towards the Immortal Siyang, saying, "Little lamb, let go! Your grandfather has been cared for by you for over a thousand years, your grandfather has lived enough..."

Si Yang Immortal's eyes widened in fury: "Bullshit! I haven't taken my revenge yet!"

The man stamped his foot, slapped his thigh, and said, "You're not listening to your grandfather anymore, are you? You little lamb! That's enough! Enough already!"

Enraged, the Immortal Siyang's eyes turned bloodshot as he shouted, "Not enough! Not enough! You're sending me to my death! Grandfather! You want me to die!"

The man's tone softened, as if coaxing a child, and he said, "Grandpa, no, Grandpa knows you're tired. Grandpa wants you to rest. Let's rest together, just the two of us, and have a long nap. Grandpa will tell you the story of the Mountain Goddess, okay?

The Immortal Siyang roared almost frantically, "Grandpa, don't force me! Don't force me!"

“Little lamb, don’t be afraid. Your grandfather doesn’t want you to seek revenge. He wants you to rest with everyone. We’ve been awake for over a thousand years, it’s time for us to sleep. Let’s all have a good sleep, don’t think about anything, and don’t have to keep going like this…”

"Shut up! Shut up! You're not my grandfather! Fang Xianyu! You beast! I'll kill you—"

With a loud shout, the Immortal Siyang summoned the Lianshan Bagua Plate. On the base, which was neither gold nor jade, the Bagua pattern could be faintly seen floating and shimmering. The wind blew stronger and stronger, and the surrounding scenery gradually became distorted.

Then, the wind grew stronger and stronger until it enveloped the entire Rongyu Mountain!

Then, heaven and earth turned upside down, the universe reversed, mountains and rocks twisted into the sky, and lightning flashed across the earth. Even Zhang Can, who had the cultivation of a Golden Core cultivator, felt as if his internal organs were being squeezed and about to shatter, and he found it extremely difficult to control his spiritual power.

The bodies possessed by remnant souls were in even worse shape, all staggering about. The old man who had been trying to persuade the Immortal Siyang had fallen to the ground, bleeding from his seven orifices, struggling and weakly calling out, "Little lamb, little lamb..."

(End of this chapter)