Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

The three of them joined forces.

Aside from those top-tier Nascent Soul stage cultivators, there are very few cultivators in the entire Chaotic Star Sea who can rival them.

It seems that it is indeed feasible.

"Well said!"

The Three Yang Old Demon's eyes darkened, and a sudden greed arose in his heart.

He suddenly raised his hand.

"If we're going to do something, let's do something big."

"Let's go straight for the bearded man."

Upon hearing this, Mu Yan glanced sideways and asked in confusion.

Why not choose Wan Tianming?

"This person is wealthy and his cultivation is slightly weaker than that of the bearded man, making him easier to control."

"Wan Tianming won't do!"

"Our primary goal is to recruit them into the alliance."

"Wan Tianming belongs to the righteous path and there is absolutely no way he will submit to us. There is no need to waste our energy."

"And even if he agrees, I'll be even more worried."

The Three Yang Old Demon shook his head, his eyes revealing clear reason.

He was already controlling his beard.

The Azure Sun Thunder he cultivated belonged to the type that combines power at a single point to break through the surface.

Condensed to the extreme.

With his divine sense greatly enhanced, he was now able to condense Qingyang Lightning with higher purity and greater power.

As long as the lightning gets close, it can break through Barbarian's defenses.

The three of them joined forces.

The odds of winning are extremely high.

Mu Yan had no further objections and nodded silently.

When Qingyi heard that he was to attack the barbarian, he hesitated for a moment and frowned slightly.

But considering the strength of San Yang, plus the two of them, there shouldn't be any problem.

Anyway, the worst-case scenario is that the bearded man escapes.

"Can!"

He nodded slightly.

The three reached a consensus and finalized the plan.

Before proceeding, we must first clear away the troubles.

"Let that young member of the Wen family leave Qingyang Island safely first."

San Yang gave the instructions casually.

Qingyi sighed helplessly.

Ultimately, he still has to go.

He turned and stepped out of the main hall, heading towards the Miaoyin Pavilion, to continue monitoring Wen Tianren's every move.

At the same time.

A chaotic sea of ​​stars, a vast and boundless ocean.

The sky over the sea ahead, which had been clear, suddenly darkened.

A thick, dark fog appeared out of nowhere, enveloping the entire sea surface.

"Oh no, I didn't expect to run into this thing."

Linghu Qing and Nangong Wan flew through the air, but stopped in front of the black mist.

He looked somewhat wary.

"What is this?"

Seeing his wary expression, Nangong Wan looked surprised and spoke softly.

"Ghost Mist".

"According to records passed down from the spirit world, this is a scene that occurred when the true spirit Rahu was feeding."

"If it is inhaled by the ghost mist, it will enter Rahu's stomach, making him unable to use his spiritual power."

"A true spirit?"

"Is this huge black fog a stomach?"

Nangong Wan looked surprised and took a step forward. She tried to approach the ghostly mist with her divine sense, but she couldn't detect anything.

"It's even bigger inside."

Linghu Qing said casually, looking at the ghostly mist and pondering.

He was already at the late Nascent Soul stage, and his speed was terrifying.

Avoiding this ghostly mist is as easy as raising a hand.

But he didn't leave.

Should we go in?

He silently weighed the pros and cons.

The dark and shadowy places within the ghostly mist are actually not that dangerous.

He cultivates both physical and spiritual practices.

His physical body was incomparably strong.

Even with its spiritual power sealed, the powerful physique of an eighth-level demon beast is enough to sweep away the ghost mist.

What's more, he also has a weeping soul by his side.

Linghu Qing's palm twitched slightly.

A dark shadow quietly appeared, and Ti Hun obediently lay on his shoulder.

The threat from the Netherworld – the Shadow Beast.

It is precisely the best food for the weeping soul.

Without the Netherworld, the evolution speed of the Weeping Soul would be greatly slowed down.

Besides.

Submerged water and soul stones are both rare and precious materials that are scarce in the outside world.

The ghostly mist is elusive.

If you miss it today, even if you search for it deliberately and spend a hundred years, you may not be able to encounter it again.

This opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime chance.

Go in.

Linghu Qing made a decision in an instant.

Hold on to me.

He whispered a few words of advice, then casually handed her a Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, without offering any further explanation.

Although Nangong Wan had doubts, she trusted him unconditionally, took the sword, and reached out to grab his sleeve.

Linghu Qing held the sword in one hand.

The two of them moved.

Just before the ghostly mist contracted and closed, it rushed straight into the pitch-black fog.

The light of daylight suddenly vanished.

A bone-chilling cold enveloped my body, and a deathly silence enveloped the world.

Within sight.

A dim, grayish-white scene.

The blue sea beneath my feet was no longer there, but barren, cracked, dark brown earth.

Within Linghu Qing's body, spiritual energy had fallen into a state of stagnation, and no matter how he called out, he could not mobilize it at all.

The land of the dead has been reached.

The ground in the distance.

A simple village stands alone on the barren land.

I was very lucky.

They arrived right next to the village, and many people died instantly after being teleported into the wilderness.

but.

At this time, the village was in a very bad situation.

Dozens of ferocious, gray-black demonic beasts raged and crashed against the village's wooden fence.

The beast's roar was shrill and hoarse.

Within the village.

The villagers were dressed in rags and looked pale.

The sounds of roars, cries, and clashing weapons mingled together, constantly reaching my ears.

Panic gripped the entire village.

Someone glanced up and caught sight of Linghu Qing and his companion suddenly falling from mid-air, their pupils shrinking slightly.

"There's someone there!"

A gasp rang out, drawing the attention of everyone around.

Countless eyes turned to the two of them.

The next moment, there was a cold sigh and mockery.

"What bad luck, getting dragged into this by Ghost Mist."

"Landing right next to the horde of Yin beasts means certain death."

"Never mind them. The village is barely able to take care of itself; how can it have the extra strength to save others?"

No one moved.

In chaotic times, humanity is cold and indifferent.

Everyone assumed that the two strangers wouldn't live much longer.

Several dark beasts spotted the two and lunged menacingly at Linghu Qing.

Just when everyone thought blood was about to splatter.

"The weeping soul, swallowed."

Linghu Qing calmly uttered the order.

The soul opened its small mouth, and an invisible suction force suddenly spread out.

The yellow spirit was forcibly torn out of the Yin Beast's body.

A mournful, silent wail echoed through the void.

The beast's body withered and died at a visible speed, then crashed heavily to the ground.

Four-headed Yin Beast.

In the blink of an eye, they were all killed.

The village fell silent instantly.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the scene, their minds blank.

Linghu Qing's expression remained unchanged as he raised his hand and gripped the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword on his back.

A flash of cold light, and the sword fell swiftly.

He precisely dissected the stiff head of the Yin Beast, and with a flick of his finger, extracted a series of crystals that were entirely emerald green and translucent.

The crystal was cool and icy, shrouded in a faint aura of yin.

"So this is the Soul Stone."

Linghu Qing lowered his head and carefully examined the crystal in his palm, a hint of inquiry flashing in his eyes.

"What is the use of this?"

Nangong Wan took a half step closer, her clear, cold eyes filled with surprise, and couldn't help but ask.

"This is called a Soul Stone, an essential core material for high-level puppets."

Linghu Qing's explanation was concise and to the point, delivered casually.

"You can also make puppets?"

"I know a little."

"Currently, we can refine Core Formation puppets and Nascent Soul puppets, but we have not yet attempted to do so."

Nangong Wan stared at him blankly, her surprise growing stronger.

Sword control, alchemy, formations, puppets.

There is also cultivation.

She murmured softly, her tone tinged with genuine emotion.

"Is there anything else you can't do?"

"There are many."

As the two were talking, the remaining Yin Beasts in the distance sensed the aura of death, and their previously ferocious movements suddenly stopped.

Animals are driven by instinct and fear their natural enemies.

The remaining Yin beasts trembled, too afraid to advance, and turned away, scattering in all directions.

Want to run?

Linghu Qing's eyes turned slightly cold.

He charged into the horde of Yin beasts like lightning, his sword flashing back and forth.

He could move around freely using only his physical explosive power.

The green bamboo bee cloud sword flashed with cold light.

Pfft, pfft.

A series of crisp, cutting sounds rang out.

In just a few breaths, all the dozens of fleeing Yin Beasts fell to the ground, none escaping unscathed.

The movements were clean and swift.

The deathly silence in the village was completely shattered.

Cheers and exclamations of amazement rose and fell.

"Dead! They're all dead!"

"Who is he?"

"So that's how it is. This fellow cultivator... is actually a body cultivator!"

Several low-level cultivators who were stranded here stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with shock and envy.

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No one moved.

In chaotic times, humanity is cold and indifferent.

Everyone assumed that the two strangers wouldn't live much longer.

Several dark beasts spotted the two and lunged menacingly at Linghu Qing.

Just when everyone thought blood was about to splatter.

"The weeping soul, swallowed."

Linghu Qing calmly uttered the order.

The soul opened its small mouth, and an invisible suction force suddenly spread out.

The yellow spirit was forcibly torn out of the Yin Beast's body.

A mournful, silent wail echoed through the void.

The beast's body withered and died at a visible speed, then crashed heavily to the ground.

Four-headed Yin Beast.

In the blink of an eye, they were all killed.

The village fell silent instantly.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the scene, their minds blank.

Linghu Qing's expression remained unchanged as he raised his hand and gripped the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword on his back.

A flash of cold light, and the sword fell swiftly.

He precisely dissected the stiff head of the Yin Beast, and with a flick of his finger, extracted a series of crystals that were entirely emerald green and translucent.

The crystal was cool and icy, shrouded in a faint aura of yin.

"So this is the Soul Stone."

Linghu Qing lowered his head and carefully examined the crystal in his palm, a hint of inquiry flashing in his eyes.

"What is the use of this?"

Nangong Wan took a half step closer, her clear, cold eyes filled with surprise, and couldn't help but ask.

"This is called a Soul Stone, an essential core material for high-level puppets."

Linghu Qing's explanation was concise and to the point, delivered casually.

"You can also make puppets?"

"I know a little."

"Currently, we can refine Core Formation puppets and Nascent Soul puppets, but we have not yet attempted to do so."

Nangong Wan stared at him blankly, her surprise growing stronger.

Sword control, alchemy, formations, puppets.

There is also cultivation.

She murmured softly, her tone tinged with genuine emotion.

"Is there anything else you can't do?"

"There are many."

As the two were talking, the remaining Yin Beasts in the distance sensed the aura of death, and their previously ferocious movements suddenly stopped.

Animals are driven by instinct and fear their natural enemies.

The remaining Yin beasts trembled, too afraid to advance, and turned away, scattering in all directions.

Want to run?

Linghu Qing's eyes turned slightly cold.

He charged into the horde of Yin beasts like lightning, his sword flashing back and forth.

He could move around freely using only his physical explosive power.

The green bamboo bee cloud sword flashed with cold light.

Pfft, pfft.

A series of crisp, cutting sounds rang out.

In just a few breaths, all the dozens of fleeing Yin Beasts fell to the ground, none escaping unscathed.

The movements were clean and swift.

The deathly silence in the village was completely shattered.

Cheers and exclamations of amazement rose and fell.

"Dead! They're all dead!"

"Who is he?"

"So that's how it is. This fellow cultivator... is actually a body cultivator!"

Several low-level cultivators who were stranded here stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with shock and envy.

No one moved.

In chaotic times, humanity is cold and indifferent.

Everyone assumed that the two strangers wouldn't live much longer.

Several dark beasts spotted the two and lunged menacingly at Linghu Qing.

Just when everyone thought blood was about to splatter.

"The weeping soul, swallowed."

Linghu Qing calmly uttered the order.

The soul opened its small mouth, and an invisible suction force suddenly spread out.

The yellow spirit was forcibly torn out of the Yin Beast's body.

A mournful, silent wail echoed through the void.

The beast's body withered and died at a visible speed, then crashed heavily to the ground.

Four-headed Yin Beast.

In the blink of an eye, they were all killed.

The village fell silent instantly.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the scene, their minds blank.

Linghu Qing's expression remained unchanged as he raised his hand and gripped the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword on his back.

A flash of cold light, and the sword fell swiftly.

He precisely dissected the stiff head of the Yin Beast, and with a flick of his finger, extracted a series of crystals that were entirely emerald green and translucent.

The crystal was cool and icy, shrouded in a faint aura of yin.

"So this is the Soul Stone."

Linghu Qing lowered his head and carefully examined the crystal in his palm, a hint of inquiry flashing in his eyes.

"What is the use of this?"

Nangong Wan took a half step closer, her clear, cold eyes filled with surprise, and couldn't help but ask.

"This is called a Soul Stone, an essential core material for high-level puppets."

Linghu Qing's explanation was concise and to the point, delivered casually.

"You can also make puppets?"

"I know a little."

"Currently, we can refine Core Formation puppets and Nascent Soul puppets, but we have not yet attempted to do so."

Nangong Wan stared at him blankly, her surprise growing stronger.

Sword control, alchemy, formations, puppets.

There is also cultivation.

She murmured softly, her tone tinged with genuine emotion.

"Is there anything else you can't do?"

"There are many."

As the two were talking, the remaining Yin Beasts in the distance sensed the aura of death, and their previously ferocious movements suddenly stopped.

Animals are driven by instinct and fear their natural enemies.

The remaining Yin beasts trembled, too afraid to advance, and turned away, scattering in all directions.

Want to run?

Linghu Qing's eyes turned slightly cold.

He charged into the horde of Yin beasts like lightning, his sword flashing back and forth.

He could move around freely using only his physical explosive power.

The green bamboo bee cloud sword flashed with cold light.

Pfft, pfft.

A series of crisp, cutting sounds rang out.

In just a few breaths, all the dozens of fleeing Yin Beasts fell to the ground, none escaping unscathed.

The movements were clean and swift.

The deathly silence in the village was completely shattered.

Cheers and exclamations of amazement rose and fell.

"Dead! They're all dead!"

"Who is he?"

"So that's how it is. This fellow cultivator... is actually a body cultivator!"

Several low-level cultivators who were stranded here stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with shock and envy.

No one moved.

In chaotic times, humanity is cold and indifferent.

Everyone assumed that the two strangers wouldn't live much longer.

Several dark beasts spotted the two and lunged menacingly at Linghu Qing.

Just when everyone thought blood was about to splatter.

"The weeping soul, swallowed."

Linghu Qing calmly uttered the order.

The soul opened its small mouth, and an invisible suction force suddenly spread out.

The yellow spirit was forcibly torn out of the Yin Beast's body.

A mournful, silent wail echoed through the void.

The beast's body withered and died at a visible speed, then crashed heavily to the ground.

Four-headed Yin Beast.

In the blink of an eye, they were all killed.

The village fell silent instantly.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the scene, their minds blank.

Linghu Qing's expression remained unchanged as he raised his hand and gripped the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword on his back.

A flash of cold light, and the sword fell swiftly.

He precisely dissected the stiff head of the Yin Beast, and with a flick of his finger, extracted a series of crystals that were entirely emerald green and translucent.

The crystal was cool and icy, shrouded in a faint aura of yin.

"So this is the Soul Stone."

Linghu Qing lowered his head and carefully examined the crystal in his palm, a hint of inquiry flashing in his eyes.

"What is the use of this?"

Nangong Wan took a half step closer, her clear, cold eyes filled with surprise, and couldn't help but ask.

"This is called a Soul Stone, an essential core material for high-level puppets."

Linghu Qing's explanation was concise and to the point, delivered casually.

"You can also make puppets?"

"I know a little."

"Currently, we can refine Core Formation puppets and Nascent Soul puppets, but we have not yet attempted to do so."

Nangong Wan stared at him blankly, her surprise growing stronger.

Sword control, alchemy, formations, puppets.

There is also cultivation.

She murmured softly, her tone tinged with genuine emotion.

"Is there anything else you can't do?"

"There are many."

As the two were talking, the remaining Yin Beasts in the distance sensed the aura of death, and their previously ferocious movements suddenly stopped.

Animals are driven by instinct and fear their natural enemies.

The remaining Yin beasts trembled, too afraid to advance, and turned away, scattering in all directions.

Want to run?

Linghu Qing's eyes turned slightly cold.

He charged into the horde of Yin beasts like lightning, his sword flashing back and forth.

He could move around freely using only his physical explosive power.

The green bamboo bee cloud sword flashed with cold light.

Pfft, pfft.

A series of crisp, cutting sounds rang out.

In just a few breaths, all the dozens of fleeing Yin Beasts fell to the ground, none escaping unscathed.

The movements were clean and swift.

The deathly silence in the village was completely shattered.

Cheers and exclamations of amazement rose and fell.

"Dead! They're all dead!"

"Who is he?"

"So that's how it is. This fellow cultivator... is actually a body cultivator!"

Several low-level cultivators who were stranded here stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with shock and envy.

No one moved.

In chaotic times, humanity is cold and indifferent.

Everyone assumed that the two strangers wouldn't live much longer.

Several dark beasts spotted the two and lunged menacingly at Linghu Qing.

Just when everyone thought blood was about to splatter.

"The weeping soul, swallowed."

Linghu Qing calmly uttered the order.

The soul opened its small mouth, and an invisible suction force suddenly spread out.

The yellow spirit was forcibly torn out of the Yin Beast's body.

A mournful, silent wail echoed through the void.

The beast's body withered and died at a visible speed, then crashed heavily to the ground.

Four-headed Yin Beast.

In the blink of an eye, they were all killed.

The village fell silent instantly.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the scene, their minds blank.

Linghu Qing's expression remained unchanged as he raised his hand and gripped the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword on his back.

A flash of cold light, and the sword fell swiftly.

He precisely dissected the stiff head of the Yin Beast, and with a flick of his finger, extracted a series of crystals that were entirely emerald green and translucent.

The crystal was cool and icy, shrouded in a faint aura of yin.

"So this is the Soul Stone."

Linghu Qing lowered his head and carefully examined the crystal in his palm, a hint of inquiry flashing in his eyes.

"What is the use of this?"

Nangong Wan took a half step closer, her clear, cold eyes filled with surprise, and couldn't help but ask.

"This is called a Soul Stone, an essential core material for high-level puppets."

Linghu Qing's explanation was concise and to the point, delivered casually.

"You can also make puppets?"

"I know a little."

"Currently, we can refine Core Formation puppets and Nascent Soul puppets, but we have not yet attempted to do so."

Nangong Wan stared at him blankly, her surprise growing stronger.

Sword control, alchemy, formations, puppets.

There is also cultivation.

She murmured softly, her tone tinged with genuine emotion.

"Is there anything else you can't do?"

"There are many."

As the two were talking, the remaining Yin Beasts in the distance sensed the aura of death, and their previously ferocious movements suddenly stopped.

Animals are driven by instinct and fear their natural enemies.

The remaining Yin beasts trembled, too afraid to advance, and turned away, scattering in all directions.

Want to run?

Linghu Qing's eyes turned slightly cold.

He charged into the horde of Yin beasts like lightning, his sword flashing back and forth.

He could move around freely using only his physical explosive power.

The green bamboo bee cloud sword flashed with cold light.

Pfft, pfft.

A series of crisp, cutting sounds rang out.

In just a few breaths, all the dozens of fleeing Yin Beasts fell to the ground, none escaping unscathed.

The movements were clean and swift.

The deathly silence in the village was completely shattered.

Cheers and exclamations of amazement rose and fell.

"Dead! They're all dead!"

"Who is he?"

"So that's how it is. This fellow cultivator... is actually a body cultivator!"

Several low-level cultivators who were stranded here stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with shock and envy.

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In chaotic times, humanity is cold and indifferent.

Everyone assumed that the two strangers wouldn't live much longer.

Several dark beasts spotted the two and lunged menacingly at Linghu Qing.

Just when everyone thought blood was about to splatter.

"The weeping soul, swallowed."

Linghu Qing calmly uttered the order.

The soul opened its small mouth, and an invisible suction force suddenly spread out.

The yellow spirit was forcibly torn out of the Yin Beast's body.

A mournful, silent wail echoed through the void.

The beast's body withered and died at a visible speed, then crashed heavily to the ground.

Four-headed Yin Beast.

In the blink of an eye, they were all killed.

The village fell silent instantly.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the scene, their minds blank.

Linghu Qing's expression remained unchanged as he raised his hand and gripped the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword on his back.

A flash of cold light, and the sword fell swiftly.

He precisely dissected the stiff head of the Yin Beast, and with a flick of his finger, extracted a series of crystals that were entirely emerald green and translucent.

The crystal was cool and icy, shrouded in a faint aura of yin.

"So this is the Soul Stone."

Linghu Qing lowered his head and carefully examined the crystal in his palm, a hint of inquiry flashing in his eyes.

"What is the use of this?"

Nangong Wan took a half step closer, her clear, cold eyes filled with surprise, and couldn't help but ask.

"This is called a Soul Stone, an essential core material for high-level puppets."

Linghu Qing's explanation was concise and to the point, delivered casually.

"You can also make puppets?"

"I know a little."

"Currently, we can refine Core Formation puppets and Nascent Soul puppets, but we have not yet attempted to do so."

Nangong Wan stared at him blankly, her surprise growing stronger.

Sword control, alchemy, formations, puppets.

There is also cultivation.

She murmured softly, her tone tinged with genuine emotion.

"Is there anything else you can't do?"

"There are many."

As the two were talking, the remaining Yin Beasts in the distance sensed the aura of death, and their previously ferocious movements suddenly stopped.

Animals are driven by instinct and fear their natural enemies.

The remaining Yin beasts trembled, too afraid to advance, and turned away, scattering in all directions.

Want to run?

Linghu Qing's eyes turned slightly cold.

He charged into the horde of Yin beasts like lightning, his sword flashing back and forth.

He could move around freely using only his physical explosive power.

The green bamboo bee cloud sword flashed with cold light.

Pfft, pfft.

A series of crisp, cutting sounds rang out.

In just a few breaths, all the dozens of fleeing Yin Beasts fell to the ground, none escaping unscathed.

The movements were clean and swift.

The deathly silence in the village was completely shattered.

Cheers and exclamations of amazement rose and fell.

"Dead! They're all dead!"

"Who is he?"

"So that's how it is. This fellow cultivator... is actually a body cultivator!"

Several low-level cultivators who were stranded here stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with shock and envy.

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"Never mind them. The village is barely able to take care of itself; how can it have the extra strength to save others?"

No one moved.

In chaotic times, humanity is cold and indifferent.

Everyone assumed that the two strangers wouldn't live much longer.

Several dark beasts spotted the two and lunged menacingly at Linghu Qing.

Just when everyone thought blood was about to splatter.

"The weeping soul, swallowed."

Linghu Qing calmly uttered the order.

The soul opened its small mouth, and an invisible suction force suddenly spread out.

The yellow spirit was forcibly torn out of the Yin Beast's body.

A mournful, silent wail echoed through the void.

The beast's body withered and died at a visible speed, then crashed heavily to the ground.

Four-headed Yin Beast.

In the blink of an eye, they were all killed.

The village fell silent instantly.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the scene, their minds blank.

Linghu Qing's expression remained unchanged as he raised his hand and gripped the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword on his back.

A flash of cold light, and the sword fell swiftly.

He precisely dissected the stiff head of the Yin Beast, and with a flick of his finger, extracted a series of crystals that were entirely emerald green and translucent.

The crystal was cool and icy, shrouded in a faint aura of yin.

"So this is the Soul Stone."

Linghu Qing lowered his head and carefully examined the crystal in his palm, a hint of inquiry flashing in his eyes.

"What is the use of this?"

Nangong Wan took a half step closer, her clear, cold eyes filled with surprise, and couldn't help but ask.

"This is called a Soul Stone, an essential core material for high-level puppets."

Linghu Qing's explanation was concise and to the point, delivered casually.

"You can also make puppets?"

"I know a little."

"Currently, we can refine Core Formation puppets and Nascent Soul puppets, but we have not yet attempted to do so."

Nangong Wan stared at him blankly, her surprise growing stronger.

Sword control, alchemy, formations, puppets.

There is also cultivation.

She murmured softly, her tone tinged with genuine emotion.

"Is there anything else you can't do?"

"There are many."

As the two were talking, the remaining Yin Beasts in the distance sensed the aura of death, and their previously ferocious movements suddenly stopped.

Animals are driven by instinct and fear their natural enemies.

The remaining Yin beasts trembled, too afraid to advance, and turned away, scattering in all directions.

Want to run?

Linghu Qing's eyes turned slightly cold.

He charged into the horde of Yin beasts like lightning, his sword flashing back and forth.

He could move around freely using only his physical explosive power.

The green bamboo bee cloud sword flashed with cold light.

Pfft, pfft.

A series of crisp, cutting sounds rang out.

In just a few breaths, all the dozens of fleeing Yin Beasts fell to the ground, none escaping unscathed.

The movements were clean and swift.

The deathly silence in the village was completely shattered.

Cheers and exclamations of amazement rose and fell.

"Dead! They're all dead!"

"Who is he?"

"So that's how it is. This fellow cultivator... is actually a body cultivator!"

Several low-level cultivators who were stranded here stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with shock and envy.

"Landing right next to the horde of Yin beasts means certain death."

"Never mind them. The village is barely able to take care of itself; how can it have the extra strength to save others?"

No one moved.

In chaotic times, humanity is cold and indifferent.

Everyone assumed that the two strangers wouldn't live much longer.

Several dark beasts spotted the two and lunged menacingly at Linghu Qing.

Just when everyone thought blood was about to splatter.

"The weeping soul, swallowed."

Linghu Qing calmly uttered the order.

The soul opened its small mouth, and an invisible suction force suddenly spread out.

The yellow spirit was forcibly torn out of the Yin Beast's body.

A mournful, silent wail echoed through the void.

The beast's body withered and died at a visible speed, then crashed heavily to the ground.

Four-headed Yin Beast.

In the blink of an eye, they were all killed.

The village fell silent instantly.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the scene, their minds blank.

Linghu Qing's expression remained unchanged as he raised his hand and gripped the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword on his back.

A flash of cold light, and the sword fell swiftly.

He precisely dissected the stiff head of the Yin Beast, and with a flick of his finger, extracted a series of crystals that were entirely emerald green and translucent.

The crystal was cool and icy, shrouded in a faint aura of yin.

"So this is the Soul Stone."

Linghu Qing lowered his head and carefully examined the crystal in his palm, a hint of inquiry flashing in his eyes.

"What is the use of this?"

Nangong Wan took a half step closer, her clear, cold eyes filled with surprise, and couldn't help but ask.

"This is called a Soul Stone, an essential core material for high-level puppets."

Linghu Qing's explanation was concise and to the point, delivered casually.

"You can also make puppets?"

"I know a little."

"Currently, we can refine Core Formation puppets and Nascent Soul puppets, but we have not yet attempted to do so."

Nangong Wan stared at him blankly, her surprise growing stronger.

Sword control, alchemy, formations, puppets.

There is also cultivation.

She murmured softly, her tone tinged with genuine emotion.

"Is there anything else you can't do?"

"There are many."

As the two were talking, the remaining Yin Beasts in the distance sensed the aura of death, and their previously ferocious movements suddenly stopped.

Animals are driven by instinct and fear their natural enemies.

The remaining Yin beasts trembled, too afraid to advance, and turned away, scattering in all directions.

Want to run?

Linghu Qing's eyes turned slightly cold.

He charged into the horde of Yin beasts like lightning, his sword flashing back and forth.

He could move around freely using only his physical explosive power.

The green bamboo bee cloud sword flashed with cold light.

Pfft, pfft.

A series of crisp, cutting sounds rang out.

In just a few breaths, all the dozens of fleeing Yin Beasts fell to the ground, none escaping unscathed.

The movements were clean and swift.

The deathly silence in the village was completely shattered.

Cheers and exclamations of amazement rose and fell.

"Dead! They're all dead!"

"Who is he?"

"So that's how it is. This fellow cultivator... is actually a body cultivator!"

Several low-level cultivators who were stranded here stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with shock and envy.