Mythology

Chapter 309 Addiction to Abandoning Organs
Zhang Guifang marched along the mountain road. After only half an hour, the temperature had already dropped to freezing, and a cold wind blew in her face.

The soldiers did not object, but their fear was clearly perceptible.

Zhang Guifang opened her mouth, resembling a horse's, behind her head. With a neigh, the soldiers' ranks became orderly, though their consciousness remained hazy.

"Nine Bends Town is just ahead. The Great Shang Dynasty sacrificed tens of thousands of elite soldiers just to set up this formation. Do they really have the confidence to deal with the Twelve Golden Immortals?"

Zhang Guifang's expression was grave, and she had already secretly sent a telepathic message to her colleagues in Chaoge.

Yin Jiao is indeed leading five thousand ghost soldiers on their way.

Furthermore, the Seven Immortals who served the Jie Sect also made unusual movements, clearly indicating that something big was about to happen in Jiuqu Town. Let's hope everything goes smoothly.

"General, there are people ahead!"

When Zhang Guifang came to her senses, she saw an old woman leading a flock of sheep slowly grazing on the narrow mountain path ahead.

The old woman stared at the crowd, a mysterious smile playing on her lips.

Zhang Guifang felt a sense of unease; the old woman could not possibly be an ordinary person.

"Shen Gongbao, you..."

"Don't worry, you'll be right if you listen to me. Have ten people stay where they are and wait until night falls before they catch up with us."

Zhang Guifang heard the old woman constantly counting the number of sheep.

"Twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five... two more are needed."

"Two more are needed!!"

The old woman's breathing became rapid, the corners of her mouth turned up, and saliva dripped from her sunken lips due to the loss of her teeth.

"General Zhang, I hope you can be pragmatic."

Fear flashed in Shen Gongbao's eyes, and Zhang Guifang then ordered ten soldiers to be dispatched.

It was tantamount to sending them to their deaths, yet the soldiers showed no reaction. Instead, they went to the sheep and watched Zhang Guifang and the others disappear down the mountain path.

The moment Zhang Guifang moved away, the breath of the ten soldiers came to an abrupt halt.

"General Zhang, what amazing abilities you possess! Is it the Soul-Snatching Technique of the Jie Sect?"

Zhang Guifang ignored Shen Gongbao, and a horse's mouth grew out of the back of her head. The horse-faced demon inside her unconsciously affected the cognition of the remaining soldiers.

Shen Gongbao, though embarrassed, was not angry; his brows furrowed with barely suppressed greed.

"Who would have thought that a Jie Sect immortal would be willing to become the core of the formation to intercept and kill the Twelve Golden Immortals? Hehe, the Western Zhou Dynasty is bound to be defeated."

"I might even gain the chance to become an immortal from it!!"

Shen Gongbao originally had no intention of participating, but upon hearing that it involved the Twelve Golden Immortals, he realized that if the Jie Sect's plan succeeded, the Twelve Golden Immortals would all have their three flowers on their heads removed and their five qi scattered.

I am a disciple of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, just like the Twelve Golden Immortals. If I could obtain the remnants of my fellow disciples' Daoist temples, no, even just a portion of their spiritual roots would be enough. The Three Flowers Gathering at the Top would be no problem.

"The Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation is truly amazing!!"

"The wonder lies in the ability to use resentment to corrupt immortals, coupled with the presence of the Three Immortal Maidens of Sanxiao, and it is likely that several of the Twelve Golden Immortals have already perished."

"My opportunity lies with Dao Xing Tian Zun."

Shen Gongbao had visited the Jinting Taoist Temple. Logically, Daoxing Tianzun should have gone mad from his cultivation, but he did not turn into an evil spirit. It seems that he escaped from the clutches of a mere mortal soldier.

He was very curious as to why Dao Xing Tian Zun would place his hopes on mortals before his consciousness was destroyed.

This person is merely Zhang Guifang's personal guard. I've heard that his cultivation level is only at the Core Formation stage. Facing the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation, which even the Twelve Golden Immortals would fall into, tsk tsk tsk, can he really turn the tide?

Shen Gongbao suppressed his smile and deliberately quickened his pace.

On the way, they occasionally encountered evil spirits, and Zhang Guifang would choose to abandon some of his soldiers. Unbeknownst to him, only about forty soldiers remained in the army.

Finally, before nightfall, the desolate town of Jiuqu appeared in the distance.

An inexplicable spy was watching them intently.

All the houses had their doors and windows ajar, and it seemed as if there were figures moving around inside, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be just an illusion.

Shen Gongbao said proactively, "The houses are safe, but each house can only house a maximum of two or three people, and you should not go out at night."

"Shen Gongbao, what secrets lie hidden here?"

"I don't know, but it won't be long before disciples from both the Chan and Jie sects arrive."

Shen Gongbao did not give Zhang Guifang a direct answer. In fact, he only had a superficial understanding of the situation. With the immortals of the two sects involved, who knew what kind of trouble the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation would cause.

However, one thing is certain: all twelve Golden Immortals will fall into the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation.

"General Zhang, your ability to summon a name and seize a soul can sense that deputy general, right?"

Zhang Guifang didn't understand Shen Gongbao's intentions, but she didn't refuse.

The horse-faced ghost swallowed repeatedly, the unique scent of a soul filling his mouth and nose. "It's located on three streets north of Jiuqu Town."

Shen Gongbao let out a strange laugh and disappeared, carrying half of his head with him.

Zhang Guifang frowned slightly, noticing that Yang He's soul aura was somewhat strange; in fact, it seemed to carry an evil connotation.

The soldier respectfully clasped his hands and reminded him, "General, we have searched all the houses nearby, and they are indeed empty."

Zhang Guifang gazed at the darkening sky in the distance and nodded slightly: "Pass down the order, two people per group to move in and rest."

"Yes."

Influenced by the horse-faced demon, the soldiers chose their houses without any objection.

Zhang Guifang's expression was one of surprise and uncertainty. Yang He's soul smelled increasingly strange, neither human nor ghost.

With a thought, the horse-faced demon crawled into the mouth of a nearby soldier.

The soldier convulsed once or twice, then his eyes turned into horse eyes, and he headed north, soon arriving at the source of the soul's aura.

Through the soldiers' perspective, Zhang Guifang saw that the courtyard was filled with mist. A rustling sound came from inside, mixed with the sound of grinding teeth.

Zhang Guifang looked around and noticed that half of Shen Gongbao's head was hanging in mid-air, staring intently at the courtyard, his upper and lower jaws rubbing together as if he were looking at a rare treasure.

Shen Gongbao didn't even notice Zhang Guifang's arrival.

Following Shen Gongbao's gaze, Zhang Guifang looked towards the courtyard and couldn't help but gasp as a chilling scene unfolded before her eyes.

A figure sat cross-legged in the courtyard.

"Yang He... what exactly is he?!"

Zhang Guifang staggered back several steps, her clothes soaked with cold sweat. Even the old woman she had encountered earlier had not given her such a chilling feeling.

The soldier's pupils suddenly contracted.

Yang He's body underwent indescribable changes, his eye sockets were covered with fine lines, like a nest hollowed out by millions of ants.

The threads intertwined to form the shape of an eyeball, but were devoured by something invisible the moment they took shape.

creak, creak.

Immediately, the sound of bone marrow being sucked echoed through the courtyard.

Yang He's arm folded strangely, the white bone fragments piercing the skin. No blood flowed from the cut, but instead, viscous black liquid seeped out, gradually solidifying into the shape of a ghost hand.

The newly formed ghost hand had five fingers that reached past the knees, and its nails were curved like hooks.

"Is he being replaced by evil spirits?"

Zhang Guifang's Adam's apple bobbed, and the horse-faced ghost let out a terrified hiss.

Yang He's back bulged high, as if a giant python was crawling under his skin. With the toothache and the collision of bones, pale, ghostly bones were replacing the original spine from the tailbone upwards.

"Not bad, very good."

Shen Gongbao murmured repeatedly, seemingly extremely satisfied with Yang He's transformation into a ghost.

"General Zhang, it seems you care a lot about your deputy general. Remember not to look at what is improper. In Jiuqu Town, you must be less curious."

He swept his gaze over the soldiers possessed by the horse-faced demon, and spat out a wisp of eerie light from his mouth.

Zhang Guifang was caught off guard, and the soldier's head was severed from his body, but his soul was severely injured and returned to his physical form.

Shen Gongbao paid no attention, looking Yang He up and down with satisfaction. The latter's aura surged wildly, and he was not far from the Concentration Realm.

Dao Xing Tianzun looked dazed and stood in the corner, repeatedly saying the word "grandson".

The Twelve Golden Immortals, who once lived almost as long as heaven and earth, are now on the verge of going mad, and evil spirits could be born within them at any moment.

"The right time, the right place, and the right people are all in my favor!"

Shen Gongbao could see that Yang He was absorbing the Yin energy of Dao Xing Tianzun. At present, his cultivation level was too shallow to counterattack the latter, but it wouldn't be long before Dao Xing Tianzun's demonic possession would worsen.

He could even replace that soldier himself.

That's right, I can take his place and slowly devour Dao Xing Tianzun as a furnace!

"Senior brother, you are truly laughable. You placed your hopes on a mortal? In the end, the mortal turned into a ghost and used you as nourishment."

"It would be better to simply become an evil spirit."

Shen Gongbao bit his tongue, and half a piece of flesh fell onto the roof. "The time is not right yet. We should wait until at least tomorrow morning."

As the sun was about to disappear behind the mountains, he no longer hesitated and went into a nearby house.

Yang He remained conscious and knew that his old nemesis, Shen Gongbao, had arrived in Jiuqu Town, and that the latter clearly had his sights set on him.

"Human greed is like a snake trying to swallow an elephant. Shen Gongbao has the ability to possess a body and is invincible. We must find a way to trick this old bastard."

His mind was filled with thoughts, and his cultivation level naturally advanced to the Condensation Realm.

Puff puff.

As Yang He awoke from the excruciating pain, he became increasingly lucid, as if something was taking root and sprouting within his flesh and blood.

Blood welled up from deep within the eye sockets, and three writhing clumps of flesh suddenly emerged from the eye sockets that had been devoured by the Pupil Demon.

Flesh and blood gradually coalesced into three scarlet pupils.

Its pupils moved independently, flashing with an eerie, blood-red light.

Yang He let out a low, labored breath, his arms suddenly convulsed violently, and fleshy growths swelled up on his skin, followed by a surge of yin energy.

The tumor burst open, and six pale arms burst out from the shoulder blades, the arms covered with bluish-black veins, the fingertips sharp as knives.

Two slightly smaller heads were added to the neck area.

Yang He's spine became a single entity, and his skin surface revealed tattoo-like patterns, forming the Nuo mask of the Three Corpse Taoist's ghostly body.

Dao Xing Tianzun's face showed a kind expression, even though he was somewhat weak.

"turn out to be……"

"It turns out that only when a person and a ghost are in perfect harmony can one exert their full power as if controlling their own limbs."

Yang He had never experienced the coexistence of the three ghosts with himself, the fusion of human and ghost thoughts, and the complete lack of need to activate his cultivation technique, because any methods derived from the three ghosts would become instinctive.

Of course, there are also drawbacks. Even if the resurrection does not continue, the transformation into a ghost is still proceeding subtly, and resurrection is a path of no return.

"It shouldn't take too long to recover to the Void Realm."

"It can even lead to immortality."

As Yang He inhaled and exhaled the Yin energy, he suddenly felt that his skin was affecting the efficiency of absorbing the Yin energy.

Without skin, cultivation would be much more enjoyable.

(End of this chapter)