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Chapter 212 Nightmare Realm Reincarnation Soldiers Lead the Way, Netherworld Court Reunites with the Body of Calamity [Two-in-One]

The one asking the question was Yan Jincheng.

He has recently been working to improve his relationship with Tang Hao.

After receiving the message and making arrangements, he rushed to the vicinity of the ambush point to wait.

Yes, he has been here for a day and a night.

It can be said that the arrival, reconnaissance, arrangement, and ambush of You Rong Huanzhu and others were all carried out under his watchful eye.

If Tang Hao hadn't intentionally taken action to test his strength after reaching the Core Formation stage, he would have already subdued those demonic cultivators.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, are you trying to investigate a traitor within the sect?" Tang Hao asked in return.

Noticing the other person's tone, there was no hint of complaint or blame, and they were even helping her with various tasks.

He thought to himself, 'If needed, I can also help get a statement made.'

"Hmph! Whether it's a traitor from the Demonic Sect or a traitor from the Sword Sect, others will handle it. I can't be bothered with it." Yan Jincheng waved his hand, looking indifferent.

He then explained, "What I mean is, fellow Daoist, don't you ask why these demonic brats are targeting you? Do you need help investigating and eliminating any future troubles?"

"Thank you for your concern, Fellow Daoist Yan. I have already interrogated him," Tang Hao replied with a smile.

This guy is too enthusiastic, I can't take it, I can't take it.

Is that so?
The others present couldn't help but glance at Yan Yumin, as she was the only one who had probed the cloud formation with her divine sense to monitor its movements.

Others wanted to see it, but she declined, citing the need to protect Tang Hao's privacy.

Seeing that the group was looking over, Yan Yumin nodded without changing his expression: "It has been investigated, everyone can rest assured."

The carefree sect leader's mouth was half open. We hadn't even finished interrogating the Wind-Calling Master, and he'd already killed him like this?
He had assumed that Tang Hao would record the man's name and hand him over for further interrogation.

But considering that he hadn't informed them beforehand and it was understandable that the other party hadn't considered it, he could only shut his mouth and smack his lips in frustration.

'That's fine. At least the disciple who secretly released Hu Feng has been apprehended. Following this lead should help us uncover some spies.'

Yan Jincheng looked at the corpses of the demonic cultivators that had fallen in the mountains, and after confirming that Tang Hao had no need for them, he waved his hand and destroyed them.

Seeing this, Tang Hao and Yan Yumin exchanged a glance, and Tang Hao took the initiative to say to Yan Jincheng, "Fellow Daoist Yan, Sister Mian and I are preparing to leave your sect ahead of schedule. Shall we talk about serious matters?"

They came to the Free and Unfettered Sword Sect to obtain Yin Qi from the Sword Tempering Pool. Now that they have it, they naturally won't linger. It's not like they really came to participate in the Immortal Sect Disciples Exchange Meeting.

Upon hearing this, Chi Xuanzong, who was standing nearby, was taken aback and looked at this person and that person.

No, you two didn't even discuss this with me. You should have just notified me at the same time, right?
Ignoring the old Taoist's heartbroken expression, Yan Jincheng beamed with joy.

He said repeatedly, "Alright, alright, then, fellow Daoists, please come and sit in my humble abode?"

After Tang Hao agreed, Yan Jincheng and his wife led them to their own cave dwelling.

Looking at the carefree sect leader who had also been ignored and abandoned, Chi Xuanzong suddenly felt less sad.

Looking at Chi Xuanzong, who hadn't been able to get a word in edgewise, the carefree sect leader suddenly felt less frustrated.

Chi Xuanzong: Even the descendants of the Nascent Soul True Monarch are not easy to serve!

The carefree sect leader: Even the disciple of the Nascent Soul True Monarch is not easy to serve!

The two exchanged a glance, feeling a sense of mutual appreciation, and after chatting and laughing, they agreed to go out for drinks together.

The departing individuals each gained something and found joy in their own way.

The group of demonic cultivators who perished here were never heard from again.

However, in another world, they received a very grand welcome.

When the three Hehuan cultivators regained consciousness, they were all filled with fear and kept touching their necks.

They only noticed each other after discovering that everything was intact.

They have now removed their masks and all pretenses, revealing their true selves.

The three were initially surprised by each other's identities.

Shen Mengyao and Jiang Yourong both recognized each other.

Before Yuan Tong completely took over the Qingmu Immortal City branch of [Quelou], the two had some intelligence business dealings.

Hu Feng looked at Jiang Yourong with even greater surprise.

As fellow disciples of the Phoenix Palace, he had long heard of his senior sister, who had been sent to Qingmu Immortal City to compete with Yuan Tong for control of the Sparrow Tower branch.

Then, the three of them began to investigate the strange situation.

"Aren't we dead?" Shen Mengyao subconsciously touched her neck.

Recalling the scene just now, she couldn't help but feel a chill, and her heart was filled with indescribable emotions.

Until that white flying sword mercilessly beheaded her, she had a strange feeling.

She felt that although she had hurt Tang Hao in the past, he had even broken off relations with her and was no longer willing to talk to her.

But the two of them grew up together, and their childhood friendship could not be changed.

No matter how estranged they become, it's only temporary. As time goes by, Tang Hao will eventually forgive her.

Even when the ambush failed, Shen Mengyao was convinced that when she took off her mask and revealed her face, Tang Hao would remember their past relationship and spare her life.

However, the truth is... no.

There was no old feelings, no forgiveness, no way out; only the unwavering flying sword.

Tang Hao's expression didn't even change when she took off her mask.

Whether it was her imagination or not, she felt that the flying swords that were slashing towards her seemed to be a little faster.

"Dead? Yes, I'm definitely dead."

Jiang Yourong fumbled around in a daze for a moment, then suddenly looked at the black mist swirling around her: "What the hell is this black mist...?"

She patted and wiped herself vigorously, trying to remove the black aura, but it was no use.

Of the three, Hu Feng was the calmest.

He stared at his arm and discovered that the black energy was emanating from his body.

Or rather, saying it dissipated is not accurate. In his observation, the black energy did not disappear, but circulated within his body and on its surface.

His divine sense and magical power could not have any effect on it.

“The black aura is a sign that we’re dead. Could this be the Netherworld?” Hu Feng pondered for a moment, then spoke with a look of utter despair.

But then he froze: "That's not right! Why are our spiritual senses and magical power still intact, and our cultivation level hasn't been affected at all?"

This situation is completely different from what is recorded in classical texts.

The legendary underworld is the place where the souls of the dead return after death.

No matter how extraordinary your abilities were in life, once you die, all your divine consciousness and magical powers will be irrelevant to you in life.

If one wishes to return to the path of cultivation, perhaps the only way is through the path of ghost cultivation.

Upon hearing this, Shen Mengyao and Jiang Yourong also emerged from their respective emotions and attempted to activate their own magical power.

"Could it be that I didn't die, and the killing I experienced was just a hallucination?"

"What the hell is going on here?"

After trying it, the two women muttered something at the same time.

The difference is that one's mind was filled with a newfound fantasy, while the other's was still driven by a desire to explore.

Jiang Yourong glanced around and saw that the jade-faced cultivators under their command were all around, seemingly talking to each other, or rather, communicating through telepathy.

Upon seeing this, as the mistress of pleasure, she immediately frowned.

Her desire to control her handsome male concubines made it difficult for her to control her temper.

"What are you all whispering about? What have you discovered? What are your thoughts? Report them to me immediately!" She narrowed her eyes and coldly reprimanded them.

The handsome men remained unmoved upon hearing this, their gazes towards her filled with coldness.

"Humph!"

Jiang Yourong snorted coldly. She had a bad temper and always beat or scolded the male concubines.

Even when playing online, there is often content involving abuse.

At this moment, already filled with anxiety and unease, how could she suppress her anger when she saw that these people dared to disobey her?

He immediately began to form hand seals, intending to punish them severely.

Upon seeing this, the several handsome men all narrowed their eyes, exchanged glances, but still made no move.

A moment later, they laughed, their laughter filled with joy and relief. Although they weren't sure if they were truly dead, they had finally broken free from the shackles of the "Heart Sutra of Joy."

Noticing their behavior, Jiang Yourong finally realized something was wrong.

She quickly activated the "Heart Sutra of Joy" to carefully sense the situation, but it was empty. These people had all escaped her control; they were no longer her beloved concubines.

Because she could activate both her divine sense and magical power, Jiang Yourong subconsciously assumed that these people were still her concubines.

They didn't notice at all that they weren't coming to serve them as usual.

Shen Mengyao and Hu Feng witnessed all of this, and both of them felt a jolt in their hearts, their gazes towards their respective subordinates trembling slightly.

Unlike the other two, Jiang Yourong was captured by Tang Hao and his men and handed over to Cao Moyu, the town garrison commander of Dongliuxian Town. Her former subordinates had already been executed, and she was the only one who was rescued.

Her current subordinates are all Foundation Establishment cultivators she recruited after regaining her freedom; naturally, there are no Qi Refining cultivators among them.

There was no "emotional foundation" between them, and the two of them had only known each other for about a month.

One unlucky one was even captured by her at a gathering of immortal disciples.

And their subordinates are basically all from the same sect.

Most of them had spent a lot of time together and had a deep emotional foundation.

Shen Mengyao is doing well; her subordinates are all her admirers or those she has ambiguous relationships with.

Even though it was out of control, there were no serious emotional reactions immediately.

Moreover, apart from Zhuang Yun who has already established his foundation, the others, who have obtained the Foundation Establishment Pill but have not yet taken it to advance, are still Qi Refining cultivators.

After exchanging a brief telepathic conversation with Zhuang Yun, she breathed a sigh of relief, realizing she could calm herself down.

Hu Feng's situation was rather dire.

His appearance was truly unappealing; he was as thin as a stick and not very tall either.

His appearance wasn't too bad; after all, if one's ancestors were cultivators, it's hard for them to be ugly.

However, he has a sleazy and thieving air about him, making it difficult for people to like him.

Therefore, one can imagine how Hu Feng managed to acquire the Jade Face Makeup under his command.

He can do anything—by force, by drugging, by knocking someone unconscious—there's nothing he can't do.

In short, none of them were voluntary.

Those who were still cultivating Qi, even after breaking free of their shackles, were still intimidated by his tyrannical power and dared not approach him.

Those who had reached the Foundation Establishment stage didn't hold back: "Beat him up!"

Several female cultivators grabbed Hu Feng and gave him a severe beating.

Even if it is discovered that the injury has been caused to him, there will be black energy that appears out of nowhere to repair the injury, but it is very satisfying to hear Hu Feng scream.

Finally, even those few who were practicing Qi Refining dared to join in.

They only reluctantly stopped their fighting when a group of soldiers wearing black armor with gold patterns and face shields arrived.

The soldiers looked quite strong and imposing, each one a rare find, as if they were all cut from the same mold.

Even though her face was completely hidden, it still made the female cultivators present envious.

More importantly, they all exuded the fluctuations of the Foundation Establishment level.

"The power level is indeed Foundation Establishment, that's right, but..."

"It's not magic!"

“That’s right, this is definitely not a fluctuation of magic power. I have never seen such a strange power before.”

"Neither demon nor monster, could it really be a ghostly soldier from the underworld?"

“I’ve seen ghost cultivators before, and they aren’t like that.”

The arrival of the soldiers caused a commotion among the crowd.

The gold patterns on their armor were slightly different, clearly indicating that the officer's soldier had stepped forward.

"Newcomers, come with us. Nine lords are waiting for you."

He looked around before speaking, his voice carrying an indescribable eeriness.

Just like the vengeful ghost that haunted my nightmares when I was young, every syllable it uttered sent chills down my spine.

Nine adults?

The crowd couldn't help but shiver, then looked at each other, feeling a sense of awe towards the person the other was talking about.

"May I ask, General, who is your father?"

Shen Mengyao, after all, came from a general's family and felt that soldiers all dreamed of becoming generals.

He immediately struck up a conversation to get closer to the person behind the scenes and probe the identity of the owner.

Jiang Yourong also asked, "May I ask what this place is? What brings you gentlemen here?"

As for Hu Feng, he was beaten so badly that his bones were broken, but he had just been repaired by the black energy.

He was groaning in pain, looking utterly miserable as he tried to stand up.

The sergeant waved his hand, and the soldiers immediately surrounded them.

Then, with a "whoosh," three sharp blades, each about a foot long, popped out from between his fingers.

Just when everyone thought the soldiers were about to start fighting at the slightest provocation.

These soldiers, however, simply pointed their blades at them.

“Let’s go with this general to see those nine officials first!” Shen Mengyao said, walking towards the sergeant and gesturing for Zhuang Yun and the others to follow.

She was very familiar with this routine, back in Shengjing before she entered the Daoist path.

Whether in the drill ground or in the yamen, I have seen soldiers or officials directing prisoners in this way.

The main purpose is both deterrence and control, not actual action.

However, all she saw were spears pointed at her, while these soldiers... used claws? Shen Mengyao's expression couldn't help but become a little strange.

As Shen Mengyao and the others moved, the soldiers followed closely behind as if escorting them, and even the sergeant turned around and started walking.

The others finally realized what was happening and, without the slightest hesitation, immediately sprang into action.

The main concern is that if they attack each other, the black energy will heal their injuries and no one will die.

But who knows, if they anger these soldiers, will they be killed again?
After walking a distance, the group saw several more squads of soldiers escorting some figures over.

When they finally met up, they were astonished to discover...

Those who were being suppressed were the demonic cultivators who had participated in the ambush alongside them.

Knowing that as long as they kept moving, they could chat casually without the soldiers paying attention, they immediately started whispering among themselves.

"You guys are here too?"

"Do you guys know where this is?"

Are we dead?

"We know just as much as you do."

Seeing that the soldiers really ignored them, the group got more and more excited and all sorts of deductions and guesses came out.

Until someone casually asked, "By the way, how did the ambush go? Everyone seems to be safe and sound. Is Tang Hao really dead or not?"

"Wow!"

All the soldiers turned their heads in unison, staring coldly at the person who had spoken.

Although no words were spoken, the suffocating sense of oppression immediately silenced everyone.

After a long while, just when the man was so frightened that he thought he was going to die again.

The soldiers then turned their heads back in perfect unison and continued to push them along the road.

After that, no one dared to utter a single word; they all moved forward in silence.

He secretly wondered what the person had said wrong.

We arrived at a cluster of buildings and entered a grand hall.

I saw nine figures sitting there.

Many people were shocked and realized what was going on.

(End of this chapter)