Immortality and Cultivation: Starting with Improved Spirit Rice

Chapter 94 The Corpse-Bearing Child and Practical Application of Arithmetic

bang bang.

Two muffled explosions followed, accompanied by billowing black smoke, as the dome above the corridor was instantly blasted open by the violent force.

In the pale light of the lightning, two eerie figures descended from the shattered hole in the dome, crashing heavily onto the ravaged ground.

The two people who fell were a man and a woman.

The man was only about 1.2 meters tall, and from a distance he looked like a six or seven-year-old child, but his face was extremely old and withered, and his sparse white hair flew wildly in the air waves.

On his back, a well-preserved female corpse with a beautiful face but pale skin was firmly bound by cold iron chains.

The other female cultivator had a seductive figure and wore only a very revealing thin red veil, but her exposed skin was covered with dense purple lividity spots.

Although she wore heavy makeup, it couldn't hide the festering, pus-filled flesh on her face.

The short boy scanned the room with his cloudy eyes, his gaze quickly settling on Zhao Cheng'an and Luo Qingyi, before letting out a chilling laugh.

"Heh heh, a Taoist robe from Tongming Mountain, looks like a distinguished guest from the Golden Elixir lineage."

The short boy stared at Luo Qingyi, his eyes gleaming with greed. "This girl has such an ethereal aura. If we were to refine her into a new corpse puppet, it would be very interesting to use her in the future."

The red-clad female cultivator's gaze was fixed on Zhao Cheng'an, and she stuck out her tongue to gently lick her scarlet lips.

"Young man, you are so handsome and have such an extraordinary air about you. I wonder if you would be willing to spend some blissful time with me and experience that intoxicating pleasure?"

Zhao Cheng'an remained calm and took half a step back.

"I am devoted to the Dao and have no interest whatsoever in matters between men and women."

Upon hearing the answer, the red-clad female cultivator's face suddenly turned incredibly sinister, and a chilling killing intent flashed in her eyes.

"You really don't know what's good for you."

Then, her voice became so soft and sweet, as if it could drip water.

"Now that you look like a gentleman, once you've tasted my methods, you'll never be able to leave me. At that time, you'll just be begging to be completely devoured and sucked dry by me."

The female cultivator's sticky, vicious gaze sent chills down Zhao Cheng'an's spine.

Damn it, the demonic cultivators here are so stereotypical!

To make matters worse, the True Spirit Runes inscribed within Zhao Cheng'an's body were the few used for cultivation from the *Yi Mu Chao Yang Jing*, which had very limited combat power. Right now, all he could use were the formulas in his Niwan Palace and the few life-saving talismans in his Qiankun Bag.

Zhao Chengan and Luo Qingyi exchanged a glance and realized that their situations were not much different from each other's.

On the other hand, Ning Zixu seemed to have been prepared all along.

He was currently embracing the black heavy sword, locked in combat with a demon whose cultivation was a realm higher than his own, and for a time he was not at all at a disadvantage.

The two were still frantically trying to come up with a solution.

However, those two demonic cultivators clearly wouldn't give them much of a chance to catch their breath.

"How could you hothouse flowers possibly be a match for us?"

The Corpse-Bearing Child let out a strange laugh, while his hands rapidly formed hand seals. "They'll probably be scared half to death when they see our methods. They'd better surrender quickly, that way they'll suffer less."

Before he finished speaking, he released the female corpse puppet that was tied to his back.

The corpse puppet's eyes glowed with a ghostly red light, its fingernails grew rapidly, its face was deathly pale, and it was surrounded by gusts of eerie wind. It was a living, breathing female ghost that was about to take lives, and it pounced directly at the two of them.

Damn it.

Luo Qingyi frowned slightly, and her aura instantly became stern and unapproachable.

"Do you really think we're afraid of you? Even without magic, dealing with you cowardly rats is no difficult task."

She reached out and touched the Qiankun bag at her waist, and large swaths of yellow talismans instantly appeared densely around her.

Electricity crackled around the talisman, and with a thought from Luo Qingyi, a torrent of violent lightning and flames poured out, transforming into a dazzling curtain of light that completely engulfed the lunging female corpse.

"Boom!"

The loud explosion echoed through the narrow corridor.

However, it was during this gap that...

A sharp, piercing sound suddenly rang out, followed by a strong, fishy gust of wind.

A scarlet shuttle-shaped magical artifact pierced through the billowing dust and hurtled straight toward Luo Qingyi's throat at incredible speed.

Luo Qingyi's pupils suddenly contracted, and she felt the hairs on her body stand on end. In that instant, she had no time to make any defense.

however.

Just as the scarlet shuttle was about an inch away from Luo Qingyi, at the critical moment...

hum.

An invisible rumble seemed to echo from the void.

The crimson shuttle, which had been hurtling forward with tremendous force, trembled violently in mid-air before abruptly changing direction. It grazed Luo Qingyi's neck and flew directly into the eye socket of the female corpse puppet that had just emerged from the dust.

puff.

Large clumps of rotten, foul-smelling, dark blood gushed out from the woman's eye sockets.

Luo Qingyi gasped for breath, and with a hint of lingering fear, she raised her hand to touch her unharmed neck.

She immediately realized what had just happened, and turned her head in disbelief to look at her side.

Zhao Cheng'an was standing there, a faint blue light flashing in his eyes.

"The formula for interrupting the flow?"

Luo Qingyi had been looking through the notes Zhao Chengan had left her quite a bit during this time, and she immediately understood what was going on, a knowing smile instantly appearing on her face.

She reached out and patted Zhao Cheng'an's shoulder hard.

"Well done, Fellow Daoist Zhao. You did an excellent job."

At the same time, the boy carrying the corpse and the beautiful female cultivator were also arguing. "You damned crazy woman, Yan San Niang, you've ruined my treasure!"

The Corpse-Bearing Child looked at his female corpse puppet, whose eye sockets had been pierced by the flying shuttle, and was so angry that his white hair stood on end. He screamed and cursed.

The red-clad female cultivator, known as Yan San Niang, frowned slightly.

She had already sensed that her natal shuttle had slipped out of her control, and upon hearing this, she immediately realized something was wrong. Her eyes, painted with bright eyeshadow, slowly turned, finally fixing on Zhao Cheng'an: "Damn it, wasn't that your doing, you brat?"

Yan San Niang's tone suddenly turned sinister: "This is clearly a technique from our Chaotic God lineage of Hunyuan Cave! How dare you, these self-righteous and high-minded righteous people, steal it from us! I'm furious!"

However, Yan San Niang quickly smiled again, a smile that had an indescribable eeriness about it.

"But I like your pretentious look, sister. I'm becoming more and more interested in you."

Zhao Chengan thought to himself, "The way you talk sounds just like the domineering CEOs in those female-oriented novels."

Moreover, as Yan San Niang spoke, the flesh beneath her heavy makeup continued to rot and ooze pus, a piece of it peeling off to reveal the rotten, dark red muscle and stark white gums beneath.

The sight sent a chill down Zhao Cheng'an's spine.

If you were really captured by something like that, it would be worse than death.

Yan San Niang said coldly, "I didn't expect this kid to be a fortune teller."

"I underestimated him. However—as long as he doesn't use any magical artifacts, he can't do anything to us with just these little tricks of divine sense."

As soon as she finished speaking, she reached out and gestured towards the void.

The crimson shuttle that had been embedded in the female corpse's eye socket broke free and flew back into her hand.

Immediately afterwards, Yan San Niang's cheeks bulged out, and she opened her festering mouth, spewing out a cloud of purplish-red gas toward Zhao Cheng'an.

Before the poisonous fog even got close, Zhao Cheng'an smelled an incredibly sweet and cloying odor that made his head spin and his vision begin to blur.

If you were hit head-on by this thing, the consequences would be unimaginable.

At the critical moment.

Luo Qingyi used the talisman again to form a light barrier in front of the two of them, keeping the poisonous fog out.

At the same time, a long, luminous blue zither appeared out of thin air in her hand.

Her delicate hand gently brushed across the strings of the zither.

A clear and melodious zither tune wafted out, and Zhao Cheng'an suddenly woke up from his drowsy state.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Luo."

Zhao Chengan thanked him.

Luo Qingyi, however, remained serious, showing no sign of relaxation.

"The current situation is not optimistic."

She maintained the barrier while speaking quickly in a low voice.

"We're trapped in this corridor and completely at a disadvantage. Moreover, there are definitely more demonic cultivators who have boarded the immortal ship than just these few."

"If we can't find a way to break through this predicament, and things continue like this, the situation will become very bad."

Zhao Chengan nodded, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings. "Indeed, we need to figure out how to deal with these two first."

As the two were discussing countermeasures, the Corpse-Bearing Child once again made a hand seal, commanding the female corpse puppet, whose face was half rotten, to rush forward with a sinister grin.

Luo Qingyi plucked the strings of the zither with her fingertips, and a sharp water blade shot out.

Zhao Cheng'an also threw out several talismans that he had prepared beforehand, and sparks of fire and lightning exploded one after another.

However, to their surprise...

The series of attacks landed on the female corpse puppet, but had little effect.

The corpse puppet only paused slightly, and most of its wounds healed in an instant, suffering very limited damage.

"Hehehe!"

The boy carrying the corpse let out a smug, eerie laugh.

"It's useless. This corpse puppet of mine has been tempered by the purest yang fire for over a hundred years. Ordinary fire and lightning spells not only cannot restrain it, but can also become nourishment for tempering it, making it stronger with each battle!"

Upon hearing this, Luo Qingyi's expression turned somewhat unpleasant, and fine beads of sweat even appeared on her forehead.

Zhao Cheng'an, standing to the side, didn't listen to what the boy carrying the skeleton had just said at all.

Can you really believe what a demonic cultivator says?

That's a lie.

Zhao Cheng'an snorted coldly in his heart and once again activated the Guanwei Calculation Formula in the Niwan Palace.

The blue eyes in his sea of ​​consciousness slowly opened.

as predicted.

In his view, the seemingly invulnerable female corpse puppet's yin and yang energies were not mixed together, but rather formed several distinct meridians that crisscrossed within her body.

Zhao Chengcheng instantly grasped the key point.

"Luo Shiyou, listen to me!"

He immediately spoke, rattling off several locations in rapid succession.

"Her left shoulder, right rib, and brow are three points where yin energy gathers; use yin-attribute magic to attack them. Her mouth and lower abdomen are yang energy channels; switch to water-attribute magic."

Although Luo Qingyi had some doubts, she did not hesitate at all because of her trust in Zhao Chengcheng.

With her left hand pressing the strings, she flicked her sleeve with her right hand, releasing several completely different talismans.

Red and blue streaks of light flashed through the air, accurately hitting the locations Zhao Chengcheng had mentioned.

"boom!"

Two completely opposite spiritual energies erupted instantly within the female corpse.

The puppet, which was originally invulnerable to swords and spears, suddenly froze in place, its internal balance of yin and yang instantly shattered.

It let out an extremely heartbreaking howl.

Immediately afterwards, its left half of body began to burst into flames, while its right half of body, washed by the water, quickly dissolved into a pool of foul-smelling black corpse water.

In the blink of an eye, the puppet, which had taken countless efforts to create, was completely destroyed.

The boy carrying the corpse was stunned as he stared at the pool of corpse water on the ground.

He then let out a hysterical scream, his entire face contorted with extreme rage.

"my darling!"

"You two damned bastards, you actually ruined my treasure!"

This puppet was something he had spent countless days and nights and a huge amount of resources to forge, and now it had been completely destroyed in the blink of an eye. It was like cutting off his own flesh.

Looking at his exasperated appearance, Luo Qingyi couldn't help but giggle, her tone full of sarcasm: "Only someone as poor as you would treat this junk as a treasure."

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"He can't even come up with this much. He's such a country bumpkin who's never seen the world. He's really pathetic."

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