Starting with the consumables of the Demonic Sect, one can barely achieve immortality.

Logically speaking, Yan Cheng was a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator.

No one could be faster than Huang Tong, whether in terms of reaction time or speed.

Huang Tong's "Flying Mist Hides Crows" doesn't even require hand seals; a single thought can transform it into countless flying feathers.

At that time, all it takes is for the golden bell to ring, and Yan Cheng will surely be dead!

However, Yan Cheng studied the "Eight-Leaf Floating Duckweed Sword Manual".

This sword manual of the Shangyin school is indeed lackluster in its Qi cultivation section.

After all, in Shangxiu's eyes, Qi cultivators should honestly lay a solid foundation. What kind of nonsense is it to be full of bravado and fighting?

The swordsmanship that Yan Cheng displayed at this moment was really nothing extraordinary.

Only the ultimate in loftiness and lightness.

Like a brilliant star flashing across the night sky.

Huang Tong, though he hadn't fought anyone in many years, still reacted faster than Yan Cheng expected.

Her eyes were filled with mist, and in the next instant, her figure was about to turn into black feathers and disappear!

However, at this very moment...

The black mist that had been shrouding her narrow eyes was instantly dispersed, and her pupils dilated sharply. She had clearly not expected that someone could interfere with her casting a teleportation spell!

Upon seeing this, a smug look flashed in Yan Cheng's eyes.

Huang Tong still held the Soul-Capturing Bell in her hand, and at least her control over the mist within her body was quite stable.

Even though Mi Niang had the advantage of location and could control the drifting mist in Biyue Palace, her control over the mist in Huang Tong's body was quite limited.

Even at its worst, it could only delay her escape technique for a moment.

For Yan Cheng, this moment seemed to be enough.

As the black mist receded from Huang Tong's eyes, the female cultivator's eyes lit up, and the figure and appearance of the attacker immediately came into view.

"Yan Cheng?"

"How is that possible!"

A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes, but she had already raised her wrist to shake the golden bell.

The next moment, blood splattered.

Huang Tong's figure transformed into black feathers and scattered, only to reassemble in front of the altar in the next instant.

The true disciple of the Hall of Longevity was deathly pale, his eyes fixed solely on his severed right palm lying on the ground—

And the bright, golden bell still dangling from her hand.

The shock of the sword severing the wrist was so intense that by the time Huang Tong gathered his divine sense and tried to remotely control the golden bell to shake, it was already too late.

Almost the instant her severed hand hit the ground, Yan Cheng rushed forward and put it, along with the golden bell, into the mirror.

The Mirror of Immortality isolates divine sense from both inside and outside, a phenomenon even more wondrous than the Sea of ​​Fog blocking perception.

Even if Huang Tong were to instantly grasp the Golden Core and use his True Person level divine sense to sense the Golden Bell, he would still be destined to gain nothing!

Having suddenly lost a palm strike and his greatest reliance, Huang Tong did not hesitate for a moment this time. Almost instantly, he activated his escape technique again and headed straight for the palace gate.

Facing a corpse cultivator whose cultivation level was known to be lower than her own, she didn't even have the slightest thought of trying to fight him head-on. In an instant, she had already fled for her life along the escape route she had calculated when she entered the hall.

As a true disciple personally trained and nurtured by the Palace Master, Huang Tong's mind remained incredibly clear even at this moment:

Since Yan Cheng was able to cut off one of his own hands, he must have some trump cards up his sleeve.

Who knows how many opportunities this kid has gained here? How many new tricks he's acquired?

With the Soul-Capturing Bell lost, even though she was a whole minor realm higher than her opponent, she no longer had the confidence to easily win in the battle!

"Besides, he might not be the only one here."

Huang Tong's gaze was as cold as frost.

These lowly people, having gotten a lucky break, dared to break her palm, forcing the dignified disciple to flee in panic.

Normally, she would not have been able to tolerate such humiliation.

however……

She glanced at the cold, gleaming object tightly clutched in her left hand.

With the Moon Laurel Pure Yin Mysterious Essence now in hand, there is now fertile ground to put into practice either the shift to cultivating Taiyin or the construction of the [Sacrificial Cocoon] as originally planned!

The failure to capture the Silk Weaver Girl did indeed have a significant impact on the Foundation Establishment process, but Huang Tong had already prepared a contingency plan.

Isn't there a corpse-raising woman in the hall who hasn't even reached the Foundation Establishment stage?

Under normal circumstances, Master would certainly not allow himself to use Bai Chang as a consumable.

But she doesn't want Bai Chang to die right now; she just wants him to obediently spin silk to help her break through.

This is in Master's best interest, and Master will never object to it!

As for Bai Chang, with the tide already turned, what could she do even if she harbored resentment?

This is the Immortal Sect; nothing is more important than the interests of the cultivators!

Huang Tong's figure was revealed, and he was about to transform into a flying feather and escape once again.

At that moment, her pupils suddenly dilated.

Suddenly, a dense, impenetrable net was woven within the thick fog before her eyes, its silvery-white threads completely blocking her path.

"Puppet strings..."

"There really are silk weavers here!"

A light shone in Huang Tong's eyes, and the gloom hidden deep within them seemed to thin out a bit.

These threads are divine objects used to suppress corpse cultivators, but they are completely useless to her, a living person.

Since they're in her way, let's just burn them all!

She still held the moonlight in her palm, and did not form any hand seals. She simply parted her lips slightly, as if to let the blazing ghostly fire flow between her lips and teeth.

[Heavenly Corpse Flame]!

This is a low-level earth-rank technique that even if corpse cultivators emptied their coffers, they would never even have the right to glance at the cover. It is an unparalleled killing method that can only be consulted by the true disciples of the palace.

One of the spiritual objects required to cultivate this method alone, the [Heavenly Corpse Fiend], is a rare treasure that only a corpse cultivator at the peak of Qi Refining can condense!

This was Huang Tong's trump card as a true disciple of the hall, completely surpassing any other Qi cultivator in the hall.

Even the [Bright Rose Fire] on the saintess's white robe, imbued with the wondrous spirit of the sun, was insufficient to rival the fierce power of this flame.

Only the [Morning Dew and Golden Rose], which also uses the lips and teeth as a casting medium, might be able to surpass this technique in terms of its incredible speed of casting.

But it can't outrun Huang Tong's "Flying Fog Hides Crows"!

Just then, Yan Cheng's voice suddenly rang out from behind, his words filled with emotion:

"Such methods truly befit the status of a true disciple of the Emperor."

"What a pity."

The next moment, a snap of fingers was heard.

A beam of extremely clear purple light passed over Huang Tong's head, instantly igniting the entire large net woven from silk threads.

Frost and starlight filled the sky and earth, and the purple light of the North Star was reflected in Huang Tong's eyes, making his usually dark eyes appear bright.

The woman in black robes exploded in an instant, repeating her previous trick as she scattered into flying feathers.

This time, however, the path of the crow feather was not unobstructed, but was suddenly blocked by a tightening net.

Huang Tong appeared beside the net of fireworks, the few raven feathers on her body scorched by the cold flames, and the bright purple flames then climbed onto her black robe.

The net of flames tightened relentlessly, forcing her to retreat towards Yan Cheng's location!

A thousand thoughts raced through Huang Tong's mind in an instant.

But the next moment, all sorts of thoughts were blocked by the cold light that penetrated through the body.

She turned around abruptly, only to see a pair of eyes that shone brightly because they were so close together.

The sword pierced through her chest, going right through half of her lung!