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

"I have summoned you all here today to announce some important news."

On the first floor of the Hall of Longevity, at the center of hundreds of soul lamps twinkling like stars, hangs a pure white moon about the size of an ordinary person's palm.

As Yan Cheng mingled among the corpses, he looked up and saw that the object was named Tian Su Yin Yue.

It is a wonderful magical artifact that promotes yin and suppresses yang, blocking all the yang energy during the day from entering the palace.

Under the glow of this magical artifact, the cultivation speed of those practicing Yin-attribute techniques will increase by nearly 10%.

It was only 20% less than the blessing Yan Cheng received when he formed the Moon Wheel Seal.

This was the first Taiyin spiritual artifact that Yan Cheng had seen within the Taiyin Immortal Sect.

It is clear that this emergency summons was orchestrated by the true disciples of the Emperor.

Moreover, according to the Hidden Immortal Mirror, this magical artifact has a third wondrous use.

This ingenious use is quite interesting...

Yan Cheng's eyes flickered, and he saw Tian Tong smiling leisurely under the clear white moon, as elegant as ever:

"The culprit who strangled several fellow disciples on the second floor a few days ago was apprehended last night."

He kicked at the half-eaten, mangled skull beside his feet and smiled slightly:

"The Yin Puppet hasn't eaten for many days, and its eating habits are quite frightening."

"But we found a piece of puppet string next to this fellow, which was obviously the murder weapon he used to commit the crime."

"Now that the murderer is dead, all of you fellow disciples can cultivate in peace from now on, without having to worry about being hanged from the roof beam in the middle of the night."

"The access control order is lifted effective immediately, and the ghoul puppets patrolling the second floor will also retire successfully."

This mid-stage cultivator, who was considered a dragon among corpses in the hall, toyed with the silver thread in his hand and said leisurely:

"Of course, to prevent the same thing from happening again in the future."

"I strongly recommend that you all practice a self-defense technique regularly so that you can help yourself in critical moments."

"If you encounter any difficulties while practicing magic, you are always welcome to participate in the teachings at my Dharma Hall. The tuition fee is only one wisp of Yin Corpse Qi..."

Goodness, they even managed to steer the conversation to teaching?

Yan Cheng was once again amazed by Tian Tong's actions. No wonder this guy, who came from a corpse cultivation background, was able to thrive in the palace.

Tiantong must know that the real hangman is still on the run.

From this guy's perspective, the Silk Weaver had also killed Guan Caishun, who was in the same realm as him, and he himself was also in danger.

He seemed to have calculated that the other party would not commit the crime again, and declared his victory in front of all the cultivators in advance!

Yan Cheng's gaze was icy:

"As expected, even the Silk Weaver's escape plan was already part of the calculations of certain high-ranking cultivators in the hall."

"Tendou definitely knew the inside story... Even his seemingly serious demeanor in the palace that day was undoubtedly a facade!"

He coldly gazed at the false moon hanging high above, pondering the third wondrous use of this magical artifact:

Observe the illusion and dispel the falsehood; there is nowhere to hide.

A spiritual artifact that is at most at the Qi Refining level would naturally be unable to see through the Unstable Mist.

However, by simply observing where this object appears unremarkable, one can rule out the possible hiding place of the silk weaver.

"The court will not allow her to remain here indefinitely; a large-scale manhunt will undoubtedly be launched in secret."

"It's not appropriate to let her stay in my room; it's best to get rid of her as soon as possible!"

He had his own thoughts on the matter, and the other cultivators in the hall all had different expressions.

Although Tiantong's words were pleasing to the ear, they clearly did not have a decisive effect.

All the cultivators had been staying in the hall for some time now. If they had learned anything, it was that they shouldn't place too much faith in the guarantees made by those above them.

Regardless of how much scheming was behind the story of the silk weaver, one thing is undeniable.

That "safety promise" made by Huang Tong on behalf of the Immortal Sect before the group of corpse cultivators entered the sect has been declared invalid due to the successive crimes committed by the Headhunter.

Before this, even though the corpse cultivators were constantly anxious, they could always find a way to comfort themselves.

As long as one diligently cultivates and continuously produces Yin Corpse Fiends for the temple, one can prove that one has value in life and will not die inexplicably at the hands of anyone.

If I can successfully break through to the mid-stage of Qi Refining one day, things will get better.

The last thread of tension in many people's hearts snapped silently.

Tian Tong surveyed the cultivators, taking in the most subtle changes in their expressions, while maintaining an indifferent smile on his face.

As a disciple of the Immortal Sect and a true disciple of the Palace Master, Senior Sister Huang would naturally not lie to the lower cultivators.

Since those corpse cultivators who were strangled have died at the hands of others, aren't their paths cut off and they have nothing left to cultivate?

As for what the lower-level cultivators think, the upper-level cultivators don't care at all.

No, rather, the doubts and resentments that are rising among the cultivators at this moment are also within the calculations of the superior cultivators.

People only know to fear the silver thread in the hands of the gallows, but ever since they entered the Hall of Longevity, hasn't the noose already been around the necks of all the cultivators?

There was not a trace of a smile in Tiantong's eyes.

Only when his eyes met Yan Chengtong's similarly cold gaze in the crowd did they curve slightly in approval.

……

When Yan Cheng returned to his room on the second floor, the fire rings that had surrounded the black coffin had already gone out.

The silk weaver was still sitting in the coffin, her meditation posture quite different from that of the other cultivators in the hall, somewhat resembling the yoga that Yan Cheng had practiced for a while in his previous life.

The silver mirror couldn't reveal the flow of energy within her body, so Yan Cheng could only judge her condition by what he could see with his naked eye.

The ghostly energy of the Yin Coffin nourishes the Yin body of the corpse cultivator, promoting the healing of injuries.

At the same time, the increase in yin energy caused the yang fire in the corpse cultivator's body to surge as if in response, transforming into silver-white threads that slowly condensed between the lips of the silk weaver, stitching the torn skin and flesh back together.

Yan Cheng couldn't help but sigh, the Silk Weaver's cultivation technique was simply on a completely different level compared to ordinary corpse cultivators.

Even he himself could only apply the puppet-pulling silk to actual combat at most.

But if one were to sew silk threads onto their body like she did, it would likely result in a backlash from the Yang Fire, and even the Yin Star Flame might not be able to save them.

This resistance to and even thirst for Yang Fire, which is extremely rare for corpse cultivators, is obtained through years of nourishing it with the Yang energy of their souls.

If Yan Cheng's deduction is correct, even if exposed to sunlight, the Silk Weaver Girl might not necessarily turn to ashes like other corpse cultivators.

No wonder she had the courage to escape the foggy sea and take a gamble.

Yan Cheng said:

"Once the fog clears tomorrow, you'll have to leave. Don't give me that 'you need to heal your injuries before we set off' nonsense."

"Otherwise, even if you are a mid-stage cultivator, don't blame me for using all my methods to fight you to the death."

Upon hearing this, the silk weaver looked up, the shadow beneath her hood directly facing Yan Cheng's gaze:

"This place is not worth lingering over; it's better to leave sooner rather than later."

"However, in my current state, if I were to be surrounded by more than one ghoul puppet again, I would find it difficult to escape this time."

Yan Cheng remained expressionless.

"What does that have to do with me?"

The silk weaver remained calm and composed, showing no anger.

"If you agree to help me, I can now copy a copy of the 'Hidden Mist Secret Technique' for you."

"Once you see the incantation, you will naturally understand that it is indeed worth risking being implicated in the court."