Ghost Immortal

"Did you eat that thing?"

The bald old man screamed thoughtfully, and when he saw the headless Buddha statue being pushed over, he immediately went mad.

"You ate it! You ate the beef tendon I hid behind the Buddha statue!!"

His voice was sharp and piercing, startling countless crows on the dilapidated temple.

"I waited ten years for this bull demon tendon, it's the main ingredient for refining human-human elixirs, and you actually ate it!!"

In the blink of an eye, Li Feng had already unleashed his killing move in the time it took to utter a single sentence.

His spiritual energy erupted from his dantian, and with his five-inch spiritual root cultivation, he unleashed his full power.

Lightning crackled in Li Feng's right palm, while a fist-sized fireball simultaneously condensed in his left hand. Fire and lightning erupted together, striking the old man's head.

He'd wanted to smash that scraggly dog's head in for ages!

Lightning and fireballs intertwined, like meteors crashing down.

The old man struggled desperately in the mud, but his legs were tightly wrapped in mud and he could not move.

He watched helplessly as lightning and fire rained down on him, a flicker of fear crossing his cloudy eyes.

Just when Li Feng thought the outcome was decided, the bald old man suddenly raised the lacquered wooden box in his arms to his face and yanked open the lid.

The moment the box was opened, a strong, pungent smell of blood filled the air.

The stench made Li Feng's vision go black, and he felt nauseous and almost lost his balance.

However, the palm lightning and fireballs he unleashed were not affected by the smell and continued to bombard the old man.

The old man pulled something out of the box; it turned out to be a bloodstained cloth bag.

The bag is about the same size as a regular sandbag, but as long as an adult, and its surface is made of a rough, dark yellow linen.

The linen was embroidered with dense, dark red patterns, resembling ancient runes or distorted human faces stitched together.

The bag was tied at the top with a black rope, on which were strung several yellowed teeth, whether human or animal, it was unclear.

The old man pointed the opening of the cloth bag at Li Feng and gave it a hard shake.

The bag opened, spewing out thick black gas.

The black mist tumbled in the air like a living thing, forming a blurry human-shaped outline.

Its outline is distorted and deformed, making its face unrecognizable; all that can be seen are two empty eye sockets and a huge, empty mouth.

Li Feng's palm lightning and fireball struck the black mist simultaneously.

boom!

Thunder and lightning clashed, creating blinding flashes of light inside the temple.

The air surged, kicking up pebbles and herbs from the ground, and dust fell from the walls.

After the light faded, the scene before him made Li Feng's pupils shrink sharply.

The lightning bolt and fireball in the palm were completely swallowed up by that black mist.

Lightning and flames struck the black mist as if striking a bottomless abyss, without even causing a ripple.

The humanoid silhouette within the black mist trembled slightly before reforming and blocking the old man's path.

Li Feng's heart sank.

His palm lightning and fireball spells, his strongest attack methods, were easily neutralized by this strange cloth bag.

"Hehehehe..."

The old man let out a hoarse, sinister laugh from the mud, filled with relief and smugness.

"Feng'er, Feng'er, do you think I was completely unprepared when I was away for three months?"

He gripped the cloth bag tightly, his cloudy little eyes flashing with a mad light.

"This corpse bag is a Yin artifact passed down through generations of corpse carriers, specifically designed to counter you Daoist practitioners who have just cultivated your spiritual roots. How dare you, a mere youth who has only recently developed your spiritual roots, lay a hand on this old man?"

The bald old man's legs were completely mired in the mud, which reached up to his waist, but he didn't seem to care.

He held the lacquered wooden box in one hand and the body bag on his back in the other, as if he were holding onto a talisman, and looked at Li Feng with a mocking expression.

"However, I truly did not expect that you could develop spiritual roots in just three months, not only learning spells but also setting up such a formation!"

His cloudy eyes sized Li Feng up and down, his gaze like that of a venomous snake eyeing its prey.

"It actually grew a five-inch spiritual root? All my life's effort has been worthwhile! This is wonderful!"

"I was worried that the medicinal properties in your body weren't enough, but it seems I was worrying for nothing. Not only have you accumulated enough medicinal properties to the peak, but you've also grown a five-inch spiritual root on your own. It's truly a blessing from heaven!"

He licked his chapped lips, revealing a few sparse, yellow teeth through his cracked mouth.

"A five-inch spiritual root elixir is ten times better than I expected. Once I refine you into a pill and swallow it, you'll definitely grow a seven-inch spiritual root in one fell swoop. At that time, I'll enter the immortal sect and settle the score with that bitch!"

Li Feng stared expressionlessly at the crazed old man, but his mind was racing.

Body bag carrier, corpse carrier.

The old man's profession was actually carrying corpses.

Both of these pieces of information were new to Li Feng.

He had always thought that the bald-headed old man was just an ordinary person who possessed unorthodox skills.

But now it seems that the cultivation system of this world is far more complex than he imagined.

It's not just cultivators; there are also low-class evil cultivators like corpse carriers.

The ability to absorb magical attacks by carrying a corpse bag was a variable that Li Feng had not anticipated.

His fireball and palm lightning spells were ineffective against the black mist. Could his spiritual energy shield withstand the black mist's attack?

Just how strong is the old man really?

The old man's legs are now stuck in the mud, limiting his movement, but his body bag remains unaffected.

The black mist floated in front of him, twisting and deforming like a living thing, its two empty eye sockets facing Li Feng's direction, exuding a cold and evil aura.

This thing might even be able to attack autonomously!

"You have indeed surprised me greatly."

The old man continued to exclaim in surprise, his voice calmer than before, and his gaze towards Li Feng was very complex.

"In the past sixteen years, I have adopted dozens of children. You are the only one who has survived to the age of sixteen. I kept you only because you had strong drug resistance. Now it seems that you are not only tough, but also have extraordinary talent."

His gaze lingered on Li Feng with increasing greed.

"A five-inch spiritual root, grown in just two months, tsk tsk... This talent would be considered top-tier even among prestigious sects. It's a pity you were born to be my medicine, destined only to become a stepping stone for me on the path to immortality!"

When the bald old man was showing off and making threats, the black mist still floated in front of him, clearly still afraid that Li Feng would disregard martial ethics and launch a sneak attack.

It doesn't move very fast, but it covers a large area, almost completely blocking the old man's view.

However, its sides and back have large gaps.

If Li Feng could get behind the old man, carrying the body bag wouldn't be able to stop his methods.

The problem is, the bald old man isn't stupid; he'll adjust the direction of the body bag he's carrying based on Li Feng's movements.

Li Feng needs to create an opportunity.

"Are you feeling smug? Think you've already won?"

Li Feng suddenly spoke calmly, the image of Yan Shuangying's expression flashing through his mind, his face unfathomable.

The old man looked astonished: "Isn't that right? You have no way to deal with me now. Once the formation disappears, it will be your death!"

Then he chuckled wickedly, laughing so hard that the sores on his face cracked open, oozing yellow pus.

"Feng'er, you are indeed smart, smarter than all the children I have adopted before, but those who are too smart often die faster."

His thin, bony hands stroked the body bag on his back.

"This corpse bag contains the vengeful spirits of three centuries-old corpses, each equivalent to a cultivator at the Spirit Root stage. The powerful figures I've encountered along the way didn't even have time to run away when they saw this corpse bag. You, a mere child who has just grown a Spirit Root, do you think you can cause any trouble?"