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

Yan Cheng did not consider himself to be a person who was particularly good at fighting.

Most of the time, his advantage comes from his superior overall stats compared to other cultivators of the same realm.

This world is nothing like the online games Yan Cheng played in his previous life; there is absolutely no balance between different lineages.

At the same level, [Cold Qi] is definitely no match for [Upper Yin] and [Greater Yin], there's no logic to it.

Who told you you weren't fortunate enough to choose a good lineage to follow?

Similarly, the Five Elements Dao lineage is a level above ordinary [Cold Qi].

Among the five elements, fire is the most adept at combat. Lin Ting uses the Yin energy of the netherworld to drive fire magic, making it the most powerful of all magic techniques!

It was all useless against Yan Cheng's ultimate numerical values.

Facing Lin Ting, Yan Cheng didn't even need to use the Upper Yin Star Flame, which could damage a Foundation Establishment Dharma Body.

His study of the "Shangmiao Body Refining Mystery Chapter" over the past few days has taught him how to unleash pure cold energy without revealing his star flames.

In theory, doing so would block the channels through which the body's yang energy can be released, which could very likely lead to loss of control.

Yan Cheng cultivates the [Upper Yin], which is inherently much more stable than the Corpse Fiend path.

He knew that the onlookers were probably expecting a spectacular showdown.

But if he still can't defeat Lin Ting even with so many advantages, then it's no different from losing!

With a loud bang, the surging flames engulfed Lin Ting.

This mid-stage Qi Refining corpse cultivator finally had no choice but to reveal her trump card in public. The next moment, she appeared ten steps away, her wide-open eyes still filled with lingering fear.

Zhu Fen looked back at the spot and saw a piece of hardwood, exuding a dark aura, being burned to ashes in the dark flames.

The Substitute Technique!

This technique is one of the three body techniques that all late-stage Qi Refining cultivators in the Longevity Palace must learn. In the instant of being injured, one can exchange positions with a pre-prepared substitute, thus avoiding a fatal blow.

This technique is said to be usable all the way up to the Foundation Establishment stage. Apart from its enormous energy consumption and the slightly long interval between castings, it has almost no drawbacks.

The only problem is that the things used as substitutes for the calamity need to be prepared in advance.

Those in the late-stage Qi Refining realm in the hall were all granted puppet-pulling silk.

There's no need to prepare any materials at all; when needed, the entire hall full of cultivators will be their raw materials!

For those who cultivate themselves, their own life is the most precious thing.

Even those so-called good people who usually dislike exploiting others will never hesitate to sacrifice others when their lives are hanging by a thread!

Someone like Lin Ting would naturally have long been familiar with this method of escape.

However, her cultivation level was ultimately insufficient, and the continuous use of the Substitute Technique and the Instantaneous Movement Technique placed an extremely heavy burden on her body.

It felt like being crushed by ten thousand sharp cones, the pain was unbearable.

She had no strength left to fight and was eager to quickly admit defeat.

But then, within ten steps, a figure moved forward like lightning, its five claws outstretched and gripping her throat tightly!

The sudden tightness of her trachea made her eyes widen in horror, and she couldn't even utter a word of begging for mercy.

A chilling cold emanated from the other person's pale, slender fingers, as if it were about to burst forth with full force at any moment, freezing her neck completely!

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Chen Xiang's expression was just as stiff as his own.

But he only moved slightly, without stepping forward, and his heart immediately turned ice-cold:

"Yes... He resents my reckless actions; even if I win, it won't bring him glory, so how could he possibly protect my life!"

"This man appears heroic, but he is actually quite shrewd. These past few days he has been both respectful and wary of me, but he has never gone so far as to risk his life to save me..."

"Bitter!" 』

Her thoughts were conveyed telepathically, her words earnest and sincere:

"Junior brother, no, Senior Brother Yan, can we reconcile?"

Yan Cheng ignored him, staring silently at the figure in black sitting high on the beam.

Every moment that followed felt incredibly long. After what seemed like an eternity, Huang Tong on the beam clapped his hands softly and laughed.

"Junior brother, you're quite skilled!"

"With such cultivation, why bother arguing with a lower-level cultivator?"

Yan Cheng smiled slightly and released his grip on Lin Ting's throat:

"It's entirely up to Senior Sister to decide!"

This is not only a statement, but also an assertion of authority.

From this moment on, not a single corpse cultivator present was unaware of this.

Yan Cheng, who was once unknown, has now become the leader of the corpse cultivators present.

After Huang Tong, he is undoubtedly the number one!

But Huang Tong didn't even glance at Lin Ting, who was slumped on the ground, and spoke clearly to the cultivators:

"Now that everyone is here, let's not delay and set off."

"Gentlemen, please follow me outside the hall."

……

Although Yan Cheng had anticipated this, given the large number of people involved in this expedition, it was impossible for them to be accommodated by a single mountain hawk, as was the case with the Corpse House back then.

But when he personally arrived at the large array plate behind the Hall of Longevity and saw the ancient array engraved with countless Dao runes, he was still greatly impressed.

Beside the talisman array stood a woman with a voluptuous figure and a face like a full moon.

It was Liu Cairun from the Talisman Array Room!

Yan Cheng had previously tried to find this person so that he could hand over the Yang Gold he had in hand to the other party for disposal, but he had not been able to find this person.

Now it seems they are busy with the important matter of exploring the Moon-Shielding Palace in the palace.

Huang Tong smiled and said:

"These past few days, thanks to Junior Sister Liu's tireless efforts in serving the Palace, otherwise we would probably have had to walk step by step to Biyue Palace."

"This talisman array has been in the possession of the hall for many years. That it can now be repaired by Junior Sister Liu is truly a blessing from heaven!"

Are you kidding me?

Yan Cheng cursed inwardly, thinking that no matter how high Liu Cairun's talent and cultivation were, he was at most a mid-stage Qi Refining Corpse Cultivator.

If His Majesty has the ability to repair this array, it certainly won't be thanks to Liu Cairun.

It would be more reasonable to say that it was the contribution of a saint.

Liu Cairun was clearly perceptive; upon hearing this, he simply lowered his head and smiled faintly:

"It is all thanks to the esteemed monks in the hall; I was merely there because I happened to be there."

Huang Tong smiled slightly:

"It's good that you appreciate the kindness shown to you in the palace."

"You have done a great job these past few days, so you don't need to go on the next exploration. Just wait for me to return in the palace."

Liu Cairun responded and retreated, and the group of corpse cultivators filed onto the talisman array.

The crowd was filled with a strange mix of anticipation and unease, until a cold, white light engulfed them all.

After a long while, Yan Cheng opened his eyes, but was instantly frozen by the scene before him and didn't know what to say.

Before the group of corpse cultivators who had traveled from afar was a small hill completely shrouded in mist, its true appearance obscured.

When birds reach the edge of the foggy sea, they disappear without a trace; the moonlight, reflected in the vast expanse, dims its brilliance.

This mist was all too familiar to Yan Cheng, and to all the corpse cultivators present:

Unpredictable fog!

Seeing this scene, Huang Tong's eyes, hidden behind the black mist, narrowed slightly, and his smile deepened.

It was as if they had been looking forward to this moment ever since they embarked on the path of cultivation!