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

At that very moment, on a mountain peak several miles outside the morgue.

"Wow, senior brother, this is going to be a good show."

The petite girl, dressed as a Taoist novice in a blue robe with her hair in a bun, put down her telescope, her face beaming with barely concealed excitement.

"To witness my uncle's all-out battle against the dragon-headed giant after his resurrection, even if I die in the process, it would be worth the price of admission!"

Behind her, a tall, thin Taoist priest in a long robe and high crown, exuding an air of otherworldly grace, looked helpless upon hearing this.

"We are standing on a hillside several miles away. Even if two Foundation Establishment cultivators are fighting fiercely in the Corpse Raising Institute, it won't affect us."

"Junior sister, don't get too excited. If you break my Observation Tube, don't blame me for settling the bill at market price."

The girl pouted:

"Don't be so stingy. It's just a few spirit stones; it's only rare in this rural area!"

The Taoist priest had absolutely no intention of indulging this fellow:

"If you don't care, then come back. I haven't seen it yet."

"Alright, alright, everyone knows that Senior Brother has been thinking about Martial Uncle for decades. He even mentions Martial Uncle in his sleep."

The Taoist priest blushed.

"Nonsense!"

Fortunately, the girl stopped dwelling on his crush on her martial uncle and brought her eyes closer to the viewing tube. Suddenly, she exclaimed "Wow!" again.

"My master has drawn his sword. With a mere flick of the blade, he has severed half of the giant statue's leg."

"Truly worthy of being called the magic sword [Guanqing], which once dominated the thirteen kingdoms of the North. After being frozen for decades, it still retains its power as soon as it is drawn."

The Taoist priest said:

"You're talking nonsense again. Where did your sword come from, Uncle-Master?"

"The [Geng Metal] path cultivated by Uncle Wang is the most adept at killing among all the Five Elements paths."

"Furthermore, she has established her immortal foundation [Array-Carving Cone]. Once its sharp edge is unleashed, it's like iron cavalry carving through an array, the cone piercing through a green bag. How could those clay puppets possibly withstand it?"

His expression held a hint of smugness, but it quickly turned serious.

"However... if we cannot shatter that dragon-headed giant into hundreds of pieces in one fell swoop, this slight damage will eventually be wasted as the giant repairs itself."

"Moreover, my current martial uncle is no longer as brave and invincible as he was in life."

The girl laughed:

"I think Senior Brother is overthinking it. Even the most inexperienced kid in our academy knows that without the nourishment of Yin Fire, this [Longevity Soil] is just an indestructible lump of earth."

"The only [Yin-Destroying Flame] in this Corpse-Raising Institution has long since fallen into the hands of a Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Taiyin Demon Sect."

"Unless the Demonic Sect abandons all pretense of being a Foundation Establishment cultivator and hides in the shadows to nourish the colossus with Yin Flames."

"Otherwise, this giant made of mud would be completely drained of its spiritual energy by my master in no time, leaving it with no capacity for self-repair!"

If these childish words had come from a fellow disciple other than the girl, the Taoist believed he would have burst out laughing long ago.

But this was, after all, his own junior sister, born of the same master, so the Taoist patiently said:

"Junior sister, do you remember what Master's first words of advice were when he agreed to let us come to the Northern Mountain?"

The girl raised her hand:

"Remember!"

She deliberately imitated her master's usual aloof demeanor, putting on a stern face and saying:

"When you think the Taiyin Demonic Sect cultivators' bottom line isn't that low, remember this: these demonic cultivators have no bottom line whatsoever!"

The Taoist priest's expression was solemn:

That's it.

"Even our esteemed Master, a True Immortal who has reached the Core Formation stage, dares not underestimate the methods of these demonic cultivators."

"You little brat, yet you're spouting nonsense and being so careless. Aren't you afraid that if something happens, even if your master wants to save you, it will be too late!"

The girl snorted:

"Master deliberately rode a crane to come, making it known to all, so that this frog at the bottom of the well would know the height of the heavens and the immortal demeanor of the True Man Baodan of the Divine Proclamation Sect."

"I simply don't believe these demonic cultivators, who should be terrified long ago, would dare to do anything to Uncle-Master Wang!"

The Taoist priest, however, was not as optimistic as she was, and shook his head with a sigh:

"When Uncle Wang went north back then, didn't he have the same thoughts as you?"

"Although the various righteous sects were at odds with the Taiyin Demon Sect, they were not as irreconcilable as they are now back then."

"Since my uncle is a disciple of Hancheng Academy and also a nominal disciple of my Shen Gao Sect, he feels that he is not afraid of being harmed by others while exploring treasures with the Foundation Establishment stage of the Demonic Sect."

"And what became of her?"

"After his body was destroyed and he was buried in the ice, only a remnant soul was able to escape his death and find another way out with the help of the Blue-faced Golden Beast Pendant."

"Even if the plan succeeds at this moment and the soul returns to its rightful place, the remaining soul will never be able to be fully restored. From then on, the path will be obscured and it will be difficult to make any further progress."

He slowly clenched his fist:

"Even if Zhong Tianying were to be buried alive in the eye of the North Sea, it would still be insufficient to atone for even a fraction of this sin!"

The moment the topic turned to Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Demonic Sect, the girl's lively spirit vanished, and she cautiously began to speak:

"I'm afraid she deliberately set up this scheme to eliminate future troubles, specifically to lure out Uncle Wang's remnant soul and get rid of it."

The Taoist priest's expression was somber, and after a long silence he finally spoke:

"If that's the case, there's nothing we can do about it."

"Back then, Uncle Wang disguised himself as a rogue cultivator from the Northern Mountain and never mentioned his sect, all to avoid provoking a full-scale conflict between the righteous sects and the Taiyin Demonic Sect."

"For the same reason, Master will not take action personally."

His voice was laced with mockery and helplessness:

"We are ultimately a righteous sect, and we would never do anything like bullying the weak."

"Master always puts the greater good first, so we can only trouble our Uncle-Master!"

The girl remained silent for a long while before finally saying:

"If only Master could also set aside his pride and use his status as a Core Formation True Person to suppress these Foundation Establishment cultivators..."

The Taoist priest interrupted her:

"Then he will not only damage his own reputation, but also the dignity of the Divine Proclamation Sect. The sect will never allow it!"

As he spoke, his expression grew increasingly bitter:

"Although if you ask me, I believe that the prestige of any sect is far less important than the life of my martial uncle!"

The girl was speechless, and simply stared intently at the scene in the viewing tube.

Then another sword light shot into the sky, and the giant fist of the dragon-headed statue, powerful enough to shatter the city wall, crashed down, only to be cleanly and neatly sliced ​​in two by the magic sword [Guanqing] as if it were tofu.

They are not on the same level at all.

So far, Wang Qing has not used any immortal foundation techniques, but has only created thirteen swords, which have severed thirteen pieces from the dragon-headed giant statue.

But all of this was in vain.

Every time the colossal body of the dragon-headed statue, crafted from "longevity soil," is damaged, it is repaired and rebuilt at an extraordinary speed.

This body might be no match for the sword, but it could not be completely destroyed. It would rise again as if it had been dead in the blink of an eye, eventually causing the Foundation Establishment cultivator wielding the golden sword to show his impatience.

Wang Qing's eyes, shimmering with azure-gold light, were brighter than ever before.

They were only focused on the tiny sparks hidden at the core of the dragon-headed colossus, which seemed to be about to go out, but then flickered like candlelight in the next moment.

Zhong Tianying.

"As expected, you laid the groundwork for today's events back then, burying a portion of the [Dissolving Yin Fire] within the [Nourishing Longevity Soil]."

"But if you think I'll be tricked to death by you again..."

The next moment, she turned to the side and raised her sword. The incomparably sharp sword light rose from below like a comet going in reverse, but it was aimed at Yan Cheng, who was standing on the third floor observing the change of the situation!