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Chapter 120 Paper Body Locks the Soul, People from Peach Blossom Temple Arrive

Deep within Chen Qian's consciousness, it was as if a thousand thunderclaps were exploding simultaneously.

That was a kind of despair.

"Alone, all alone!"

The terrifying phantom, half-human and half-dragon, was overlapping with Chen Qian's physical body.

The majestic imperial face on the left half of the face attempted to occupy Chen Qian's divine court, while the ferocious dragon face on the right half of the face greedily tore at Chen Qian's flesh and blood, wanting to possess this perfect cauldron for itself.

Chen Qian's body was trembling violently, as if countless small snakes were wriggling under his skin, representing two wills vying for control.

The Golden Silkworm Gu emitted a piercing shriek from its heart, sensing an unprecedented threat and desperately pumping its heart fire in an attempt to resist.

But this external force was far too strong; it was a monster that had almost transformed into a dragon!

The fire in my heart flickers like a candle in the wind, teetering on the verge of bursting.

Just as Chen Qian's consciousness was about to completely sink, and his double pupils were about to be completely covered by the scarlet vertical pupils.

At this critical moment.

A sudden change has occurred!

"Sizzle!"

A sound, like tearing cloth or ripping paper, suddenly came from Chen Qian's chest.

That's a mark left by the Li family of Heishan!

At this moment, this once dormant mark seemed to come alive!

"Buzz!"

An ancient, weathered, and judgmental force erupted from the mark.

It's not protecting Chen Qian, it's excluding him!

"What is this?"

The Prince Yong, who was frantically trying to possess someone, suddenly let out a scream, and his semi-transparent soul trembled violently as if he had been electrocuted.

He was horrified to discover that Chen Qian's body was undergoing some extremely terrifying change.

From that mark onward, a gray and lifeless color quickly spread.

The once full and firm muscles quickly shrank and fibrosed upon contact with this grayish color, becoming as thin as cicada wings and as brittle as withered leaves.

That's paper!

Chen Qian's internal organs, except for his heart which was guarded by the Golden Silkworm Gu, his liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys—all turned into pale, rough joss paper in the blink of an eye!

Next comes the skin.

His skin began to wrinkle, his pores disappeared, and he turned into a layer of paper coated with varnish!

"puff!"

Chen Qian suddenly opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to spit out a mouthful of blood.

What spurted out was not scarlet blood, but clumps of grayish-white paper scraps and flying paper fluff!

This bizarre scene sent chills down the spines of everyone present.

"Ah! Damn it! It's the bloodline mark of the garrison commander!"

The spirit of Prince Yong roared fiercely within Chen Qian's body, its voice filled with rage.

"The Li family! It's that damned Li family again!"

"This is a sealing technique that turns spirit into paper! You actually refined this kid's body into a cage specifically to restrain me?"

This is a suppression from the depths of one's bloodline.

In order to guard this evil dragon, the Demon Suppression Bureau bestowed upon the Li family a special bloodline ability to specifically counter the Yin energy of Prince Yong.

If any evil spirits covet it, this body will instantly "turn into paper," becoming a lifeless prison!

This is the fundamental reason why the Li family's ashes can ward off evil spirits and why paper figures can roam freely in the Black Mountain!

"Get out! I don't want this piece of junk!"

Prince Yong panicked.

If he doesn't come out soon, his paper body will be turned to paper along with him.

"boom!"

A plume of black smoke burst out of Chen Qian's seven orifices, reforming in the air into the half-human, half-dragon phantom. However, his soul was noticeably dimmer, indicating that he had suffered serious injuries.

And Chen Qian on the bronze pillar.

At this point, it was completely still.

The faded, papery residue spread to his neck and then stopped.

He hung his head, his eyes unfocused and hazy, looking like a tattered paper doll carelessly discarded in a corner.

No breathing, no heartbeat, no sign of life.

obsolete.

This perfect vessel, on which they had placed such high hopes, was now completely ruined.

"How could this happen?"

The old man's face turned ashen.

He rushed to the bronze pillar, checked Chen Qian's condition, and exclaimed in disbelief, "This is truly unacceptable! We've already sent people to Black Mountain to keep them occupied. Those people are too busy dealing with their own problems to have anyone remotely cast a spell to activate the mark!"

"Moreover—the mark reacted too quickly and too intensely, like—like a landmine that had been planted long ago, just waiting for Your Highness to walk into it!"

Li Wuyai also walked over, looking at Chen Qian who had turned into half a paper figure, his brows furrowed: "This mark is not right."

"Although my Li family practices spirit control techniques, I have never heard of a bloodline mark possessing such a domineering ability to turn people into paper. It can instantly turn living people into paper and even backfire on the prince's dragon soul—"

He paused, then shook his head: "Could it be something newly created in recent years?"

"Enough! Now is not the time to pry!"

The phantom of the Eternal King roared furiously in the air, surrounded by churning blood mist: "My soul has been separated from my body for too long, it cannot remain here any longer! Quickly! Find me another vessel!"

Mr. Da took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Since things have come to this point, we have no choice but to activate the backup plan.

Although he's not as perfect as Chen Qian, I can't worry about that now.

"Someone! Bring up the spare one!"

At his command, several men in black robes hurriedly carried a coffin up to the altar.

The coffin lid was pushed open.

Inside lay a boy who looked about twelve or thirteen years old.

The young man was dressed in a blue Taoist robe, with delicate features and a dot of cinnabar between his eyebrows.

Although he was unconscious, there was a faint flow of pure energy around his body, which clearly indicated that he was a good candidate for cultivation.

"Is this the Daoist disciple of Mount Qiyun?"

Li Wuyai recognized the boy's attire at a glance, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes: "You actually kidnapped people from Qiyun Mountain? Those old Taoist priests are not to be trifled with!"

"We can't worry about that now!"

A ruthless glint flashed in the old man's eyes as he said, "As long as the prince returns to his position, everything is negotiable?"

He looked at Prince Yong in the air and said respectfully, "Your Highness, although this body is not as strong as the one before, it has the advantage of a clean background and pure spiritual energy, making it a suitable place to live."

"Hmph, I'll just have to make do."

Prince Yong glanced at the thin Taoist boy with disdain, but he also knew that time was of the essence.

He swayed, transforming into a wisp of black smoke, and directly entered the boy's seven orifices.

This time, there were no obstacles, no backlash.

After a while.

The boy suddenly opened his eyes.

His once clear eyes instantly transformed into eerie vertical pupils, and a look of vicissitude and cruelty, so incongruous with his age, appeared on his youthful face.

He slowly stood up, stretched his limbs, and his bones cracked.

"Too weak—this body is too weak—"

Prince Yong frowned: "We still need to recover some of our strength as soon as possible."

"Congratulations, Your Highness!"

The crowd below the stage cheered in unison.

However, before Prince Yong could fully appreciate the wonders of this body, and before the Master and the others could breathe a sigh of relief,

"Clang!"

A clear and resonant sword cry, seemingly capable of piercing the heavens, suddenly came from the ninth heaven.

The sound was so loud that it even drowned out the bloodshed and wails that filled the city.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling sword light tore through the thick dark clouds and the blood-red barrier that covered the entire city, like a falling meteor, and shot straight into the altar!

The target is none other than Prince Yong, who has just successfully possessed someone else's body!

"Who is it?"

The military general, who had been silent all along, suddenly raised his head.

His eyes flashed with a sharp light. He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, took a step forward, and stood in front of Prince Yong.

"Clang!"

He drew the rusty longsword from his waist and thrust it into the sky with a simple, unadorned motion.

This sword strike carried the fierce and murderous aura of a thousand troops; it was a true killing sword used in the military!

"boom!"

The two sword tips collided precisely in mid-air.

A terrifying shockwave erupted instantly, shattering the wooden stakes around the altar. Several black-robed figures who were nearby were blasted away, coughing up blood.

The general grunted, his veins bulging, but he managed to block the attack.

"Who goes there!"

The master waved his hands suddenly, and several layers of purple light discs instantly rose into the sky around the altar, covered with dense, overlapping scribbles.

It was as if it was trying to keep something out.

Petals suddenly began to fall from the sky.

Pink, delicate and vibrant peach petals.

They drifted down with the sword energy, seemingly gentle and powerless, but when they landed on the indestructible purple light screen...

Those peach petals were like molten lava, instantly melting the purple light shield!

One point, two points, countless points —

The light screen disc was instantly riddled with holes, like a thin veil burned by a raging fire.

After the shower of petals, a woman's voice, cold and indifferent yet filled with boundless killing intent, echoed through the heavens and earth: "Peach Blossom Hermitage in Peach Blossom Valley, Peach Blossom Immortal beneath the Peach Blossom Hermitage."

"The Peach Blossom Immortal planted peach trees!"

Li Wuyai's face turned deathly pale instantly, and he exclaimed in shock, "Oh no! The people from Peach Blossom Nunnery are here! Why would these crazy women come to such a remote place?"

The eldest gentleman's expression also changed drastically.

The arrival of the people from Peach Blossom Temple indicates that the official forces of the Great Qian Dynasty have already reacted.

If they don't leave now, once more reinforcements arrive, none of them will be able to leave.

"Your Highness! Let's retreat!"

The master made a decisive move, waving his sleeve.

The sleeve seemed to hold a secret, instantly expanding in size.

He directly swept the still somewhat weak Prince Yong, who had just been possessed, into his sleeve and disappeared into the shadows.

"I will return—we'll settle this score later!"

From within his sleeve came the venomous roar of Prince Yong.

"Walk!"

The general sheathed his sword, glanced deeply at the sky, and then his figure blurred and disappeared into the night.

Li Wuyai and the other men in black robes also displayed their unique abilities, scattering and fleeing like stray dogs.

The altar was instantly deserted.

All that remained were corpses scattered on the ground and Chen Qian, who was tied to a bronze pillar.

The air was still thick with the scent of blood, but the oppressive red light had dissipated.

Chen Qian hung his head, as if he were truly dead.

However, shortly after everyone left.

In this deathly silence.

A faint rustling sound came from Chen Qian's arms.

A tattered, yellow paper figure with charred edges suddenly emerged from his clothes.

That was the paper figure that Li Chengyun had specially left for him after their previous battle!

It floats up like iron filings attracted by a magnet.

Then the paper figure was precisely pasted onto Chen Qian's chest, covering the Li family mark perfectly!

The moment the paper figures were joined together, a faint, eerie light flashed.

The grayish-white paper aura that was irreversibly eroding Chen Qian's entire body suddenly stopped, as if it had heard some higher-level command.

Immediately afterwards, the paper-like patterns covering Chen Qian's limbs and bones began to flow backward and shrink wildly!

They flowed along the meridians, surging back to the chest like a receding tide, and were eventually greedily absorbed into the tattered yellow paper figure.

"Thump—thump—"

As the seal loosened, the long-dormant golden silkworm gu seemed to sense a turning point deep within its heart.

It cautiously poked its head out and, through its skin, gently touched the paper figure pasted to its chest.

One inside, one outside; one poison, one piece of paper.

It's like a pacemaker being switched on.

It instantly pierced through Chen Qian's already stiff body.

His body trembled violently.

next second.

Those eyes, which had been dull and lifeless, suddenly snapped back to life and opened wide!

His left eye had pupils as black as ink, as deep as an abyss.

A faint, majestic, and cold light emanated from his right pupil!