Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

Wang Tiansheng's nascent soul is of little use if he keeps it.

Let him go back.

Instead, they can quietly take root in the enemy sect, becoming a deadly pawn buried deep within the heart of the demonic path.

Although the enslaved Nascent Soul suffered damage to its mind and a significant drop in intelligence, it was unable to replicate Wang Tiansheng's original demeanor, temperament, words, and actions.

But it can still handle basic operations, simple commands, and routine disguises.

It's roughly equivalent to the IQ of a ten-year-old child.

enough.

With a thought, Linghu Qing waved his hand, signaling the puppet's nascent soul to leave and return to the Ghost Spirit Sect.

However, it remains to be seen whether Wang Tiansheng, now only at the Nascent Soul stage, will still serve as the leader of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

Probably not.

But he will definitely have a position; he will not be separated from the upper echelons.

Not long after, a graceful streak of light swiftly arrived at the battlefield.

When Mingzhou landed and stopped, his pupils shrank as he looked at Wang Tiansheng's cold and broken body on the ground below, his face filled with astonishment.

"You...you actually killed Wang Tiansheng?"

"The physical body has perished, but the nascent soul has escaped."

Upon hearing this, Mingzhou was still deeply shaken.

The fact that he could kill a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator and force the Nascent Soul cultivator to flee demonstrates an astonishing level of combat prowess.

The reverence she felt when she looked at Linghu Qing again was even greater than before.

Today's battle.

Linghu Qing has revealed far too many of his trump cards.

He possesses a dazzling divine light, a mysterious and unique physique, and numerous rare and extraordinary weapons and magical treasures.

Even his cultivation level is not what it appears to be, merely the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

Mingzhu's mind was filled with doubts.

Just how much of his strength is he hiding?

When exactly did he break through to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm?

The secrets surrounding this person are unfathomable.

"This place is not safe to stay any longer; danger is imminent. We must retreat now."

Linghu Qing raised his eyes and looked at the distant horizon, his expression serious.

This place is located in the territory of the demonic path.

Caution is advised.

With a casual gesture, he remotely removed Wang Tiansheng's broken and cold body from the ground, leaving no trace.

"Um."

Upon hearing this, Mingzhou dared not hesitate and immediately turned his escape light around, intending to speed up and return.

"No need for that."

Linghu Qing spoke softly, and with a wave of his hand, an ancient array plate appeared in his palm.

As a top array master, how could he not carry a life-saving teleportation array plate with him at all times?

The array plate rapidly increased in size.

A sudden surge of spiritual light enveloped the two of them, and a clear light barrier instantly surrounded them.

hum-

The array patterns flowed, and space trembled.

The next instant, the two figures vanished into thin air in the void of the heart of the demonic realm.

Yellow Maple Valley.

A gentle mountain breeze blows, and the valley is filled with a tranquil spiritual atmosphere.

When Mingzhou landed and stood firmly, he looked around and felt as if he were in a completely different world from the perilous situation he had just been in.

She looked at Linghu Qing beside her, whose expression was indifferent, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Fellow Daoist Linghu, your skills have truly kept us all in the dark for a long time."

His formations, supernatural abilities, eyesight, and combat prowess are all top-notch.

"It's just that I've been thinking about it a lot during my spare time."

"This isn't something you can achieve simply by figuring it out."

Mingzhou gave him a deep look, realizing that he must have gone through hundreds of years of practice, hard work, and perseverance to have such strength.

Linghu Qing is a man of asceticism.

"Junior Sister Zhao is probably looking for me. I'll go find her and meet up."

"Fellow Daoist Mingzhou, please depart."

Goodbye.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mingzhou's figure flashed and he disappeared into the air.

At the same time, the Nascent Soul team from the Demonic Path, which was heading to provide support, suddenly came to a halt.

Zhao Linghan frowned and stopped in mid-air.

The group of Nascent Soul cultivators behind him stopped in confusion.

"Ice-Clad Fairy, what's wrong?"

"Has something unexpected happened ahead?"

Zhao Linghan stared at the spiritual light emanating from the secret technique in her hand, her eyes filled with astonishment.

"Senior Sister Mingzhou's position... has suddenly changed."

"Not in the heart of the demonic realm, but in the Yue Kingdom."

Upon hearing this, everyone was startled and turned to look in the direction of the Yue Kingdom.

Yue country.

An open space outside Yanjiabao.

The formation locked the sky, and the spiritual light stagnated.

"Chan'er, run!!"

The communication jade talisman in Wang Chan's hand suddenly lost its spiritual light and fell completely silent.

There was not the slightest fluctuation.

He froze in the midst of the formation, his arrogant and domineering expression instantly vanishing, and the bloodshot in his eyes gradually faded.

Is something wrong with Dad?

impossible!

My father is the sect leader of the Ghost Spirit Sect, a powerful cultivator in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm. How could something have happened to him!

No matter how he tried to activate the jade talisman, it remained completely silent.

Despair crept into the boy's eyes.

"Hahaha, you arrogant guy surnamed Wang, let's see what other tricks you have up your sleeve!"

Beside her, Dong Xuan'er raised her eyebrows, her eyes sparkling with a hint of smugness.

Xin Ruyin breathed a long sigh of relief, her tense heartstrings finally relaxing.

It depends on the situation.

It was Master who overpowered the Ghost Spirit Sect Master, who was already preoccupied with his own problems.

Then she no longer needs to worry.

Without further hesitation, her hand seals changed rapidly, and the array patterns tightened abruptly.

Boom!

The force of confinement crashed down, firmly suppressing the struggling Wang Chan.

"Let me go! I still have my second uncle, and my third uncle. The sect will not let you get away with this!"

Wang Chan screamed in panic, begging and threatening repeatedly, but to no avail.

They were suppressed underground.

There was not a sound.

He wasn't killed; the specifics of how to deal with him are left to Master to decide.

The matter is settled.

All three of them breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of relief.

"Heh, this big oaf is hilarious."

"Ruyin, you're amazing. If it weren't for you, we would be dead."

Dong Xuan'er looked at Xin Ruyin with admiration.

"No, everyone contributed as well."

"No, everyone contributed as well."

"Thank you very much, Senior Brother Han, for your help earlier."

Xin Ruyin smiled as she put away the array plate, then turned to look at Han Li beside her, her tone gentle.

Han Li was startled upon hearing this, and immediately cupped his hands and bowed, displaying the utmost respect.

"Senior sister, you're too kind. I don't deserve such praise."

He was shocked and embarrassed.

What merit do I have to deserve being called "senior brother" by this big shot?

Xin Ruyin's mastery of formations is unparalleled; she easily trapped and killed two demonic cultivators at the Core Formation stage, and her background is even more unfathomable.

Based on the conversation just now, the only one who could have driven the Nascent Soul Sect Master of the Ghost Spirit Sect to such a desperate situation was the Supreme Elder of the Yellow Maple Valley.

In other words.

Xin Ruyin was a disciple personally taught by the Supreme Elder.

Let alone calling her "senior sister," even calling her "aunt" would be reasonable.

"Oh dear, he's just a blockhead, don't pay him any mind."

Dong Xuan'er pulled Xin Ruyin aside to chat.

After they left, Han Li breathed a sigh of relief.

Inside the formation, the two Core Formation demonic cultivators, the Li brothers, were still disoriented and unable to break through despite their desperate efforts.

With the cultivation level of Core Formation, they are already top-tier combatants in a small country.

Now they are firmly trapped, unable to advance or retreat.

Han Li was extremely envious of this talent for array formations.

"How dare you! A mere Foundation Establishment junior dares to obstruct us?"

"Withdraw immediately! Otherwise, once the young master escapes, we will grind you to dust!"

Inside the formation, the Li brothers were extremely anxious, their faces filled with unease.

They were unaware of the battle situation outside, and even less aware that their sect leader was already trapped in a deadly predicament.

He assumed they were trapped by a few juniors from Huangfeng Valley, and his heart was filled with disdain and anger.

Before the threat subsided, the sky suddenly darkened.

A sharp sword light pierced through the clouds and fell from the heavens.

Extremely fast, yet silent.

Their pupils contracted sharply, and just as they were about to activate their spiritual power to defend themselves, the sword light pierced through their bodies.

puff--

Two bursts of blood erupted simultaneously.

In their dying moments, they looked up and saw a detached figure in blue standing in the void.

Nascent Soul!

It was actually a Nascent Soul cultivator!

They actually died at the hands of a Nascent Soul cultivator?

Overwhelmed by shock, resentment, and sudden realization, he stared wide-eyed, then collapsed to the ground, utterly dead.

The battlefield fell silent instantly.

"Master!"

When Xin Ruyin saw the figure in the void, her eyes lit up with joy, and she respectfully bowed her head.

"Greetings, Ancestor."

Dong Xuan'er quickly composed herself, bowed deeply, and behaved with utmost respect.

"Disciple Han Li greets Ancestor!"

Han Li's breath hitched, his whole body tensed, and he lowered his gaze cautiously, not daring to be the slightest bit impolite.

This was the first time in his life that he had faced a true Nascent Soul master up close.