The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma?

In the eastern part of the city, in an abandoned courtyard, the air was thick with ice.

The blue brick floor was covered with white frost, the withered grass in the corner of the wall was frozen into an ice sculpture, and even the air seemed to freeze.

Pedestrians passing by on the street watched this scene in horror, regarding it as an ominous sign, and turned to flee the vicinity.

A figure descended from the sky and landed on the ground outside the courtyard.

Xia Chuan steadied himself and looked sharply into the courtyard.

The source of the chill was the person standing in the center of the courtyard.

The figure of a middle-aged man, half of his body pierced by cold needles.

His body remained in a running posture, one foot raised in mid-air, his fear still frozen on his face, before he was completely turned into an ice sculpture.

Seeing the cold needles on the man's body, Xia Chuan felt reassured.

This guy was the target of the Three True Illusionary Cold Needle Talisman.

Having confirmed his goal, Xia Chuan no longer hesitated.

[Binding Spirits and Commanding Generals]

An invisible hand, capable of seizing souls, reached out from his palm and grasped the ice sculpture.

That hand pierced through the ice, through the flesh, and reached deep into the body.

The feedback I received felt completely empty.

Xia Chuan was taken aback, his brows furrowing sharply: "You didn't catch them?"

He withdrew his supernatural powers, staring at the ice sculpture with a look of surprise and uncertainty.

"Wait, there's no primordial spirit in this body at all?"

The ice sculpture shattered in the next instant.

With a "crack," cracks spread outwards from the ice sculpture's chest, like a dense spider web.

Then, a hand suddenly broke through the ice, its five fingers spread wide, its nails sharp, and it clawed straight at Xia Chuan's face.

The hand moved with astonishing speed, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound as it cut through the air.

Xia Chuan narrowly dodged, turning to the side as the hand brushed past his ear, bringing with it a gust of cold wind.

He took two steps back, looking at the corpse in front of him with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

What happened?

This body has no primordial spirit at all, yet it can still move?

Is this guy's supernatural power really capable of going this far?

The ice shattered, and Chen Xinmei broke free from the ice sculpture.

Half of his body was still covered in shards of ice, and the wounds pierced by the cold needles were slowly healing.

Black blood seeped from the wounds, dripping onto the ground with a hissing sound.

He opened his eyes and looked at Xia Chuan with surprise and uncertainty.

"You are not a seeker of the Dharma?"

Chen Xinmei's voice was hoarse, filled with disbelief.

He withdrew his hand, took two steps back, and slightly hunched his body, as if gathering strength or scrutinizing someone.

"I have no magic power."

He muttered to himself, a strange sense of awe in his voice, "A mere mortal, daring to come and capture me alone?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Chuan felt a pull on his feet.

He looked down and saw that the once solid ground had turned into liquid.

The blue bricks and soil seemed to have been melted by something, turning into a pool of murky muddy water.

A pulling force came from the muddy water.

In the blink of an eye, Xia Chuan was dragged into the mud and water.

The muddy water was over my head, and I immediately felt suffocated.

But then they discovered...

In the muddy water, a human figure made of mud and gravel was clinging desperately to his trouser leg.

Meanwhile, two more similar humanoid figures were approaching him from the surrounding area.

One came from the left, the other from the right, and muddy water rippled at their feet.

Xia Chuan narrowed his eyes, his mind racing.

What's going on?

Isn't this guy's supernatural power something like possession?

How could someone possibly do something like that?

Looking at the human figures gathering around him, Xia Chuan felt reassured.

Let's get out of this predicament first.

Zhao Yan's figure flashed past him.

[Binding Spirits and Commanding Generals]

[Great Evil Blood Body]

Blood gushed from Xia Chuan's palm, like a flood bursting its banks, swelling wildly in the muddy water.

In the blink of an eye, a blood-red giant burst forth from the narrow muddy water, smashing the humanoid figures imitating Chen Xinmei to pieces, and stood up while holding Xia Chuan in his hands.

Having escaped the mud and water, Xia Chuan stood in the palm of the Blood Body, looking down at Chen Xinmei opposite him.

His gaze was filled with doubt and uncertainty, and the question from earlier was still swirling in his mind.

Isn't this guy's supernatural power something like possession?

How could someone possibly do something like that?

Chen Xinmei was quite surprised to see the blood-red giant that had just emerged from the mud and water, and her pupils dilated slightly.

"The Resurrection Blood Body of the Wangchuan Academy?"

He looked at Xia Chuan with suspicion and uncertainty. "Are you a disciple of Wangchuan?"

Xia Chuan narrowed his eyes, his tone indifferent: "So what if it is, and so what if it isn't?"

Chen Xinmei shook her head and chuckled, a self-deprecating smile curving her lips:

"That's true."

They've already become Nirvana corpses, yet they still care about these things.

His smile vanished, and his gaze turned icy.

"Kid, I don't want to get entangled in a fight with you."

"Let me go now, and I'll spare your life, how about it?"

Xia Chuan's lips curled up, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth:

"Really? What if I say no?"

Chen Xinmei sighed, a sigh tinged with helplessness:

"Then I have no choice but to offend you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the land that had turned into mud and water suddenly returned to normal.

The blue bricks and soil solidified, firmly wedging the Great Evil Blood Body beneath the ground, as if it had been cast into cement.

Xia Chuan felt a chill run down his spine.

Sure enough, this guy had dealt with the people of Wangchuan before and knew that the blood body could switch places.

At the same time, Chen Xinmei flashed, her whole body turning into a blur, and rushed straight towards Xia Chuan.

His powerful punch, accompanied by a dull thud, landed squarely on Xia Chuan's chest.

"Thump!"

A dull thud, like a hammer striking a cowhide drum.

Chen Xinmei looked at Xia Chuan in disbelief.

The scene he had envisioned—Natsukawa being smashed and sent flying—did not occur.

The burly man stood motionless, his chest muscles as hard as iron plates, making his fists go numb from the impact.

Instead, his right hand was grabbed.

Xia Chuan's five fingers gripped Chen Xinmei's wrist tightly, like iron clamps.

【Soul·Unraveling】

A dense array of soul-cutting lines appeared at Xia Chuan's fingertips, climbing up like a spider web and wrapping around Chen Xinmei's entire arm.

Chen Xinmei's expression changed drastically.

The next instant, Xia Chuan's right hand, which was being held, was severed from his shoulder.

Black blood gushed from the cut, splattering onto Xia Chuan's clothes and making a hissing, corrosive sound.

"ah!!!!"

Chen Xinmei let out a piercing scream and retreated rapidly, creating distance between them.

His severed arm was churning with flesh and blood, black blood flowing incessantly, and his entire face was contorted in agony.

Xia Chuan did not pursue, but stood still and casually threw the severed arm on the ground.

"Just as I thought."

His voice was calm.

"Your supernatural power is to force external things to imitate you."

The reason I sank in just now was because you made the ground mimic your saliva.

Then the soil imitated your movements and came to grab me.

He looked at Chen Xinmei, who was clutching her right hand, and narrowed his eyes:

"But you just released your supernatural powers to restrain my Great Evil Blood Body."

Xia Chuan slowly approached, each step making a soft, crunching sound on the gravel.

"This also shows that your supernatural powers are continuous and have a limited range of effect."

"Although your primordial spirit can move back and forth between targets when activating supernatural powers."

"This allowed you to escape my spirit-binding and commanding techniques."

"But if your supernatural powers are dispelled, there should be some kind of limitation on the continuation of your primordial spirit."

He paused, his gaze sharp as a knife:

"For example, only people."

Only someone who imitates you can allow your spirit to remain in a permanent state after you have relinquished your supernatural powers.

Chen Xinmei's expression changed, and a hint of panic flashed in her eyes.

Xia Chuan continued, "Otherwise, why didn't you run away?"

They still insist on keeping this body.

Isn't it strange that someone like you can change bodies?

He watched Chen Xinmei's gradually changing expression, and a smile curled at the corner of his mouth:

"Unless, all those who could imitate you have run away."

Chen Xinmei's expression turned completely somber.

Oh no, he saw through me.

That three-fold illusionary cold needle talisman completely froze him.

When he broke through the ice.

The people who were walking in the street had long been frightened by the strange phenomenon and scattered in all directions, leaving not even a stray cat behind.

Without someone to imitate, his spirit has no long-term vessel to transfer to.

Chen Xinmei straightened up; the wound on her severed arm had stopped bleeding and began to heal slowly.

He looked at Xia Chuan, his lips slowly parting into a wide grin, revealing a set of jagged fangs:

"But even so, so what?"

[Innate Supernatural Power - Entering the Platform]

Countless clones appeared.

Instead, they were densely packed and overwhelming.

Chen Xinmei's face can be seen everywhere in the courtyard, on the walls, on the roof, on the treetops, and by the well.

They surged in from all directions, surrounding Xia Chuan in the middle.

"It was just a moment of carelessness on my part."

Chen Xinmei's voice emanated simultaneously from each of her clones, overlapping and sounding like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts.

"I am now..."

Before the words were finished, the rain, which seemed to freeze time, began to fall from the sky.

The raindrops were fine and dense, falling from nowhere.

It pierced through every part of Chen Xinmei, freezing their movements in that instant.

[A Moment of Immortality Supports the Flower]

Chen Xinmei stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

His body froze in place, unable to even blink.

This feeling is a secret technique of Penglai.

Oh no, the seeker of the Dharma has caught up.

He stared intently at Xia Chuan across from Yu Si, his pupils filled with horror.

The rain seemed to freeze time, keeping Chen Xinmei and all his clones rooted to the spot.

But Natsukawa was still moving at a slow pace!

Chen Xinmei couldn't believe it:

Is this kid that fast?

Xia Chuan exhaled and spoke, the black lightning on his right fist growing thicker and brighter, like a black sun about to erupt.

[A deliberate, forceful punch]

Superimposed

[Black Flash]

That powerful punch was like the rising sun, slow but unstoppable.

The fist sliced ​​through the air, carrying black lightning and a shrill whistling sound that tore through space, as it advanced toward Chen Xinmei's face.

No, transfer your primordial spirit.

Chen Xinmei roared wildly in her heart, desperately urging her supernatural powers, trying to transfer her primordial spirit to a certain clone.

One.

He found the nearest clay doppelganger, and his primordial spirit separated from his main body, transferring towards that doppelganger.

Black lightning struck.

The clay doll was crushed by the force of the punch.

two.

He found the wooden sculpture on the rooftop and his primordial spirit frantically transferred.

The force of the punch swept past, turning the wooden carving into dust.

Three. Four. Five.

He kept moving around, constantly searching for new carriers, but Xia Chuan's fist was like a black sun, and wherever it passed, all his clones were blasted apart, crushed, and evaporated.

In Chen Xinmei's bloodshot eyes, the last clone shattered in the black lightning.

His primordial spirit lost all its vessels and was exposed nakedly to the air.

Then, black lightning struck his body.

"Bang!"

The powerful corpse was completely reduced to a blood mist.

[Defeat the powerful sorcerer corpse, gain 1000 lottery points]

The system notification appeared on Xia Chuan's retina.

The freeze in time has been lifted.

As the rain subsided, Hai Shan, holding a red umbrella, jumped down from a rooftop not far away, followed closely by Gao Haoguang.

Xia Chuan stood there, looking at Chen Xinmei's mangled body.

Then he looked at the [Spirit Binding] skill on the panel, which had just finished cooling down.

He sighed deeply.

"I almost caught a new Pokémon."

Zhao Yan remained silent.