Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

Chapter 71 Late Stage of Soul-Crying Core Formation, Leaving the Netherworld

Panshi Village.

The village where Linghu Qing first arrived.

The crowd was bustling with people and filled with noise.

All the manpower from the surrounding villages has been mobilized.

There are anywhere from a few dozen to over a hundred people.

Thousands of people gathered in one place, standing densely packed on the open ground.

This is the first time since the birth of civilization in the land of the dead that such a large population has gathered.

On the fence platform.

Linghu Qing and Nangong Wan stood with their swords drawn, calmly surveying the crowd below.

There are too many people.

"I only need a few people to scout ahead."

"Uh, Immortal Master, you may not know this, but these people are after the corpse of the Yin Beast."

"Because you said you didn't want the body."

"So—nobody wants to give up this opportunity, but if you don't—"

"fine."

Linghu Qing waved his hand and said decisively, "Let's go!"

Just as the group was about to set off.

"etc!"

A rough voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.

All eyes turned to that direction.

The newcomer was burly, with bulging muscles and a ruthless face.

Shi Lei.

The captain of the hunting team from the neighboring village, a martial arts expert.

Why did he speak?

Shi Lei raised his hand and pointed at Linghu Qing, his tone contemptuous.

"Everyone says that body cultivators can contend with demonic beasts, but after seeing this today, I see that he's nothing but a pretty boy."

"Does he even have the right to give orders?"

"Do you dare to have a hand-to-hand combat match with me?"

He caught a glimpse of Nangong Wan out of the corner of his eye.

Clad in white, she was ethereal and possessed an unparalleled beauty, like a celestial maiden descended to the murky underworld.

A trace of filthy desire quietly sprouted in the depths of her heart.

Defeat this person.

This stunningly beautiful woman would then belong to him.

His eyes revealed an undisguised and blatant greed.

The crowd erupted in uproar.

Some were horrified by his audacity.

That was an immortal who had swept away the evil beasts surrounding Rockstone Village.

But only a few people have actually witnessed this scene.

Surprise, scrutiny, curiosity.

All eyes fell on Linghu Qing.

Everyone was curious whether this person was as strong as he claimed.

among the crowd.

Several cultivators watched coldly, a mocking smile playing on their lips.

Ignorant of one's own limitations.

Knowing that the other party was a Nascent Soul cultivator, they still dared to provoke him.

Just now, they didn't even have the courage to look each other in the eye.

The village chief was sweating profusely and hurriedly stepped forward to bow and apologize.

"Please forgive me, Immortal Master!"

"This person is ignorant and doesn't understand the rules!"

Before he could finish speaking, Linghu Qing had already disappeared.

He held the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword and flashed into view.

The wind rustled softly.

No one could even track his movements.

The next instant, a figure appeared behind Shi Lei.

A flash of cold light disappeared in an instant.

A crisp, tearing sound rang out.

The hunting captain sensed movement behind him.

He was about to lift his foot when his legs suddenly gave way.

Both legs were cleanly severed at the knees, and blood gushed out.

His body slammed heavily to the ground with a thud.

His eyes widened, his face filled with shock, and he struggled to twist his upper body, looking at the calm young man in blue standing behind him.

"Ah! Legs, legs!"

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone covered their mouths, their bodies turning cold.

too fast.

It's faster than human comprehension can comprehend.

Even in ordinary martial arts battles, there are still patterns to follow.

But the other party's movements were almost like teleportation!

It's impossible to see clearly!

Is this even human?

"don't want!"

Shi Lei screamed in terror as he watched Linghu Qing walk toward him with a cold expression.

It's like looking at an insect.

He panicked and begged for mercy.

The sword light shone again.

Both arms and the tongue were swiftly severed.

Linghu Qing sheathed his sword and turned around, his tone indifferent.

"Stop the bleeding."

It's not about killing him.

It's for stopping the bleeding.

Blood stained the soil, a glaring scarlet.

"Ah! Hiss!"

Shi Lei lay in a pool of blood, his body contorted, only able to utter hoarse, muffled groans.

His venomous gaze was fixed on Linghu Qing, filled with boundless hatred.

"Ah ah"

He was like a silkworm with severed limbs, wriggling laboriously in the mud toward Linghu Qing.

kill him!

He wanted revenge, he wanted to torture and kill this high and mighty immortal who had broken his hands and feet and cut out his tongue.

however.

He couldn't do it; after the anger came endless panic.

The other party did not kill him.

I just want him to live his whole life with this disabled body.

Looking at Shi Lei, who lay on the ground covered in blood and looked like a maggot, he saw him.

A chill ran through everyone, and no one dared to utter a sound.

This is the Immortal Master!

This is what a monk is like.

The cultivators, on the contrary, felt a sense of joy.

These martial artists are usually arrogant and domineering, relying on their strength to oppress cultivators, and they have long harbored resentment towards them.

Today is truly gratifying.

The village chief was the first to come to his senses, covered in cold sweat, and shouted loudly.

"Hurry!"

"Everyone, follow the Immortal Master!"

In the blink of an eye, Linghu Qing had already moved a hundred meters away from the village entrance.

The crowd snapped out of their daze, lowered their heads, and followed the group forward.

The queue was crowded and chaotic.

No one paid any more attention to the burly man with severed limbs lying in a pool of blood.

They were terrified of getting even the slightest bit of trouble.

One month later.

A den of monstrous creatures, its lair overflowing with blood.

The Soul-Crying Beast opened its mouth, and swallowed the yellow spirit of the Yin Beast.

Its appearance has undergone a dramatic change.

Blood-red, three-eyed demonic patterns appeared on his back, eerie and sinister.

It can transform into a giant silver ape at will, with a powerful physical body comparable to a late-stage Core Formation cultivator.

The last of the Yin Beasts died.

The underworld was completely silent.

"Very good!"

"We finally did it."

"Thank you, Immortal Master!"

The surviving villagers embraced each other.

Some people wept with joy, tears streaming down their faces.

The threat of the evil beast that had plagued the tribe for generations has been completely dispelled.

Apart from a small number of artificially bred Yin Beasts and the forbidden area of Storm Mountain.

The entire dark and gloomy land.

Any demonic beasts or monsters that were discovered were all slaughtered.

The gains this time far exceeded Linghu Qing's expectations.

The ground was covered with the crystal cores of Yin Beasts, piled up like mountains.

I can't open the storage bag.

These soul stones could only be placed in a huge wooden box ten meters high.

The value of these Yin Beast Crystal Cores already exceeds the total value of all the treasures he possesses.

Of course, this excludes the Mirror of Illusion, which is a priceless treasure.

Nangong Wan accompanied them all the way, and was no longer as clean and elegant as before.

Spiritual energy is sealed here, so the dust-removing spell cannot be used.

Her clothes were covered in dust, and her face showed signs of travel fatigue.

He slowly walked to Linghu Qing's side.

Linghu Qing raised his hand and gently wiped the dust off her cheek with his fingertips.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, let's head to Stormwind Mountain now."

"I'm not in a hurry."

Nangong Wan gently shook her head, her gaze fixed on the cheering crowd below.

"However, they are celebrating too soon. Although they have cleaned it up, the Yin Beasts will still rampage again in less than a hundred years."

"Yes, of course they know."

Linghu Qing's tone was flat, clear, and indifferent.

"However, a hundred years later, this generation will have long since turned to dust."

"Until they die, they won't have to worry about the Shadow Beasts."

"Naturally, I am delighted."

Human nature is such that we live in the moment and enjoy life to the fullest.

A group of cultivators walked quickly over.

His expression was respectful, and his eyes were full of expectation.

They all wanted to follow Linghu Qing and leave the Underworld together.

I spoke earlier.

Linghu Qing said it again.

"I will wipe out all the evil beasts along the Storm Mountain route."

Whether or not one can overcome the barrier of the gloomy winds at the mountaintop depends on their own abilities.

"clear!"

"We understand, and dare not disturb you, senior."

"Thank you so much, senior, for showing us the way back!"

"Please go first, senior."

Everyone was overjoyed and excited, yet also filled with trepidation.

The wind was chilling and the danger was unpredictable.

No one was certain they would succeed.

Linghu Qing said no more, and with Nangong Wan in his arms, they leaped onto the broad back of the silver giant ape.

The giant ape took a step.

They lifted a huge wooden crate, carrying more than a dozen large vats of water, and steadily made their way towards the distant, hazy Stormwind Mountain.

The remaining Yin beasts along the way were annihilated without hesitation.

mountain top.

A biting, chilling wind blew, its chilling force striking to the bone.

Linghu Qing's robes glowed with inner light, automatically deploying a barrier to keep out the biting, yin wind.

His physical body was incredibly strong, and he was immune to the erosion of the Yin wind.

But Nangong Wan was still afraid of this bone-chilling cold.

There is a robe to separate them.

The two successfully passed through the Yin Wind.

One day, two days.

Several days passed, and the two of them remained alone on the mountaintop.

None of the cultivators below were able to reach the summit.

An opportunity is presented before me, but my own cultivation level is too low.