Immortal Life: Starting with Daily Last Words

Li Jiheng roared, and a strange, jet-black domino appeared in his palm.

This is his personal, secret spiritual artifact, the "Soul-Devouring Ghost Card," which specializes in killing souls and is extremely insidious and treacherous.

In an instant, the black mist of dominoes surged into the sky, and the formless and shapeless divine soul attack suddenly slammed into Yu Daoxuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

This is Li Jiheng's trump card, a killing move he has used to suppress and kill countless cultivators of the same level.

He had thought that once he used this move, the Qingyuan Sect disciple at the eighth level of Qi Refining would surely have his soul shattered and be at his mercy.

However, when the other party took out the Soul-Devouring Ghost Token, Yu Daoxuan felt a tremor from his soul.

With a thought, he summoned the talisman to suppress the gods.

hum!

The invisible divine soul crashed into the purple light barrier emitted by the Divine Suppression Talisman, shattering and dissolving layer by layer.

The Divine Suppression Talisman truly lives up to its reputation as a top-tier first-order divine talisman. It is specifically designed to counter attacks on the soul and spirit, managing to block sixty to seventy percent of the opponent's terrifying power. The remaining soul and spirit energy is no longer a threat.

With a gentle turn of the Divine Pearl within Yu Daoxuan's sea of ​​consciousness, the remaining attacks on his soul were completely blocked.

The fact that his trump card was so easily neutralized caused Li Jiheng's pupils to shrink, and a huge wave of emotions surged within him.

How is that possible!

This Soul-Devouring Killing Move of his had killed several Qi Refining Ninth Level cultivators. Even ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators would be disturbed if they were not careful.

But today, it was easily resolved by a young cultivator whose cultivation level was only at the eighth level of Qi Refining.

Li Jiheng was both shocked and furious, feeling extremely frustrated.

Before he could recover from his shock, Yu Daoxuan had already launched a counterattack.

With a single hand gesture, a flash of inspiration appeared, and the Fire Bird Diagram unfolded in mid-air, its flames soaring into the sky.

A lifelike, crimson firebird with fiery wings burst forth from the image, carrying raging flames as it hurtled towards the disoriented Li Jiheng.

Boom!

Burning flames, scorching heat.

Li Jiheng had already fought many battles while breaking through the encirclement, and his magic power was mostly depleted. In the rush, he was simply unable to resist this fierce attack.

Under the bombardment of the firebird, the Asura Banner he summoned flew away upon contact, and the protective aura around him shattered instantly.

He was blasted away and crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He collapsed to the ground, his breathing erratic, his heart filled with resentment.

hateful!

If I hadn't used up all my trump cards and exhausted most of my mana when I broke out of Jinyang Mountain, how could I have been forced into such a desperate situation by a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining?

Yu Daoxuan, having gained the upper hand, pressed his advantage and once again drew his Chongming Sword to strike.

Seeing that he was in dire straits, Li Jiheng disregarded his pride and begged for mercy.

"Fellow Daoist, please show mercy!"

"I am Li Jiheng, son of the deputy hall master of the Asura Hall. I know the whereabouts of that Primordial Yin Cold Soul Body. If you spare my life, I will take you to her right away."

"Primordial Yin Cold Soul Body?"

Yu Daoxuan's sword light suddenly stopped, hovering an inch away from the opponent's throat.

His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he demanded in a cold voice, "Tell me his whereabouts immediately!"

The Primordial Yin Cold Soul Body is a special constitution with immeasurable value.

If we can find this woman, the merit will far exceed that of killing Zheng Yechen, and the sect merits gained can be exchanged for at least one Foundation Establishment Pill.

Feeling the piercing sword intent at his neck, Li Jiheng hurriedly said, "I can take you to her, but you must spare my life, otherwise I would rather die than tell you."

At this moment, Zhu Hongyi and his three companions had already surrounded them.

Everyone knew the significance of the Yuan Yin Cold Soul Body, and their eyes burned with desire; no one was willing to miss this incredible opportunity.

Yu Daoxuan exchanged glances with the others, quickly reaching a tacit understanding, and said coldly, "Fine, but I need to seal your dantian first."

"If it's true, I'll spare your life. But if you dare to play any tricks, I'll make sure you die and your body is never found."

"Don't worry, I would never dare to lie to you."

Desperate to survive, Li Jiheng quickly agreed.

Yu Daoxuan used a series of hand seals to seal the opponent's dantian and prevent him from escaping.

At this moment, Yang Mude suddenly spoke up: "Junior Brother Yu, this man is cunning and unpredictable, and cannot be completely trusted. I have a poison pill in my hand. If there is no antidote within half an hour, even a True Cultivator of the Purple Mansion Realm will have difficulty saving him. In that case, I doubt he would dare to harbor any disloyal intentions."

This plan was sound and thorough, and everyone nodded in agreement.

Yang Mude's gaze sharpened as he looked at Li Jiheng, who was slumped on the ground: "To prevent you from playing tricks along the way, take this pill immediately. If you successfully help us find the person, we will give you the antidote afterwards."

Li Jiheng was trapped in a desperate situation and had no other choice.

He could only grit his teeth, accept the poison pill, and swallow it, enduring the humiliation.

Meanwhile, Zhu Hongyi and Zhou Junyi meticulously collected the masks, storage bags, and scattered magical artifacts of the five deceased evil cultivators.

Having done all this, Yu Daoxuan said in a deep voice, "Lead the way."

Led by Li Jiheng, the group turned and headed down the mountain, speeding towards a small town at the foot of Jinyang Mountain.

Yu Daoxuan was certainly not a kind-hearted person.

Under his persistent questioning and investigation along the way, he quickly ascertained the situation of Yuan Yin Han Po Nu.

Two evil cultivators from the Asura Palace, at the ninth level of Qi Refining, guarded the girl day and night. The place of imprisonment was also equipped with a second-tier mid-grade trapping and killing formation, making the defenses extremely tight.

As they approached the town, Li Jiheng cautiously said, "Fellow Daoists of Qingyuan Sect, rest assured, I will definitely trick the two into opening the formation and will not cause any problems. I hope that after I succeed, you will give me the antidote and let me escape."

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll give it to you when the time comes."

Yu Daoxuan replied coldly.

The five then took out the Asura Ghost Masks and put them on, disguising themselves as Asura Palace cultivators. They followed Li Jiheng into the town and headed straight for the home of a wealthy man surnamed Tian.

Before long, the group arrived at the gate of the Tian family mansion.

Li Jiheng shouted in a deep voice to the Tian family guards on duty at the gate, "Go and inform your master that an old friend from Mount Shura has arrived."

The Tian family's gatekeepers noticed that the group of people had strange masks and a menacing aura, and were definitely not ordinary people.

Therefore, not daring to delay, one person hurriedly went inside to report.

A moment later, a portly middle-aged businessman hurriedly walked out.

Upon seeing the Asura demon masks worn by everyone, he instantly turned terrified and bent his knees to kneel down in worship.

Under Yu Daoxuan's subtle signal, Li Jiheng immediately spoke up to stop them: "No need for formalities, take us to the dungeon immediately."

"Yes, yes, esteemed immortal masters, please follow me!"

Tian Fushang quickly bowed and led the way, bringing everyone to the back garden of the mansion and into a hidden underground cave entrance.

As they ventured deeper into the dark tunnel, the group soon arrived at the dungeon.

In the center of the dungeon, a dark blue-green array with flowing spiritual light appeared in everyone's sight.

Inside the formation were two cultivators from the Asura Palace, a man and a woman, both at the ninth level of Qi Refining, exactly as Li Jiheng had described.

Upon seeing Li Jiheng, the leader, the two men instantly recognized him and quickly bowed respectfully through the array: "Greetings, Vice Hall Master Li. May I ask what brings you here so late at night?"

Following his prepared statement, Li Jiheng spoke in a deep voice: "The Qingyuan Sect has already discovered that we are hiding in the Huang family, and they are currently launching a major attack on the mountain. The situation is critical."

"The sect leader is tied up by the Qingyuan Sect cultivators and cannot leave, so he specifically ordered me to come here to take away Yuan Yin Han Po Nu and immediately relocate the stronghold."

Upon hearing this, the two of them hesitated.

One of the male cultivators cupped his hands and said, "But the hall master has given a strict order that no one is allowed to touch this woman without his personal presence."

"Utterly pedantic!" Li Jiheng rebuked sharply, feigning anger. "The situation is urgent. The hall master himself is trapped. How can he come in person? Are you all going to stick to your orders, delay important matters, and just wait for the Yuan Yin Han Po Nu to be taken away by the Qing Yuan Sect cultivators?"

After saying that, his tone turned serious, with a hidden threat: "If you dare to delay again, don't blame me for personally impeaching you for dereliction of duty and negligence to my father after I return to the palace."

Upon hearing this, the two guarding cultivators' expressions changed drastically. They exchanged glances, both filled with apprehension.

"Deputy Master, please calm down. We will activate the formation immediately!"

Without further hesitation, the two each took out a pitch-black token and simultaneously performed hand seals, causing the array's spiritual light to slowly recede.

The moment the formation was activated, Yu Daoxuan and his four companions launched a sudden attack, their magical artifacts radiating light as their offensive erupted.

Caught off guard, the two had no time to unleash their magical weapons and were instantly overwhelmed by the fierce attack, perishing on the spot.

Clearing away the obstacles, Yu Daoxuan strode toward the deepest part of the dungeon.

Before long, in the innermost dark and damp stone chamber, a beautiful girl of twelve or thirteen years old was curled up on the ground, fast asleep.

Her floral dress was tattered and torn, and her fair and delicate skin was covered with a dense network of hideous whip marks, with layers of old and new scabs.

Yu Daoxuan removed the Asura demon mask from his face, opened the cell door, and startled the sleeping girl awake.

The girl trembled violently, like a frightened fawn, her body instinctively curling up and shaking.

A soft, delicate voice, tinged with tears, pleaded timidly, "Don't...don't hit me..."

Looking at the girl's pitiful appearance, Yu Daoxuan sighed inwardly.

I don't know why those two evil cultivators guarding her were so heartless and cruel, torturing this proud young woman of heaven like this.

It should be noted that this woman possesses the Primordial Yin Cold Soul Body, which would be treasured even by a Golden Core power like the Feathered Ascension Sect.

Yu Daoxuan gently comforted her, "Don't be afraid, no one will hurt you anymore."

"You are Miss Yaoyin, aren't you? I am Yu Daoxuan from the Qingyuan Sect, and I have come here specifically to rescue you from this place."

Lu Yaoyin was slightly startled. Her tear-streaked face lifted slightly, her long eyelashes trembling as she cautiously opened her eyes and timidly looked at the person in front of her.

In the dimly lit dungeon, a young man dressed in white, with handsome features, stood out from the men who tormented her day and night with their ghostly faces.

Lu Yaoyin stared blankly at the young man before her, her fear slowly fading away.