Ghost Immortal

Li Feng raised his right hand, and a transparent flame appeared in his palm.

The flame was small, only the size of a fist, but the moment it appeared, the temperature of the entire valley did not rise; instead, it plummeted.

The remaining debris of grass and wood on the ground was covered with white frost, and even Zhang Xuanye's breath turned into white mist.

The Netherworld Ghost Fire has evolved into the third stage, Extreme Yin True Fire.

Yin generates Yang, and Yang generates Yin.

Ghost fire is originally the fire of punishment in the underworld, and its attribute is extremely yin.

But when yin reaches its extreme, a trace of pure yang is born.

This pure yang energy, hidden deep within the transparent flame, was only the size of a fist, yet it was more terrifying than all the previous ghostly flames combined.

Li Feng gently pushed out the Extreme Yin True Fire.

The moment the flame left his hand, it transformed into a transparent line of fire that shot towards Zhang Xuanye.

The fire wasn't fast, but Zhang Xuanye couldn't dodge it at all.

His injuries were so severe that he could barely stand and could only watch helplessly as the bullets pierced through his chest.

After the fire pierced Zhang Xuanye's chest, his body began to disintegrate silently from the chest area.

Disintegration is neither decay nor burning, but rather a direct disappearance from the world, as if erased by a spatial rift.

The disintegration was slow, spreading from the chest to the limbs, giving Zhang Xuanye time to say his last words.

He looked down at his disappearing body and suddenly smiled.

It wasn't the manic laughter of before, but a relieved laugh.

"So this is what it feels like to achieve immortality through corpse liberation. It's a pity that I didn't get to become an immortal myself, but instead watched others achieve it."

He looked up at Li Feng, his cloudy eyes regaining some clarity.

"Young Taoist priest, thank you."

After saying this, Zhang Xuanye's body completely collapsed.

The disintegrated fragments were scattered among the rubble, not far from the corpse of the Gu Master, as if by some kind of fateful coincidence.

Both of them, who had been manipulated by the Five Elements Guiding Array, were eventually buried in the same piece of land.

Li Feng put away the Extreme Yin True Fire and turned to walk towards Master Si Mei and Qiu Sheng.

The footprints left shallow imprints on the ground, with white frost forming around their edges.

This is the extreme Yin True Fire, a sign that it has just broken through and cannot be fully contained yet.

Qiu Sheng leaned against the pile of rubble, his spiritual energy largely drained by the array, and he had lost a lot of weight.

But when he saw Li Feng approaching, he still managed a forced smile: "Junior brother, you've become an immortal?"

"He didn't become an immortal." Li Feng squatted down, placed his hand on Qiu Sheng's wrist, and sent out a wisp of extremely yin true fire to help him dispel the remaining resentment in his body.

"Having only broken through to the Golden Core stage, he is still a long way from becoming an immortal."

Master Si Mei sat to the side; his injuries were more severe than Qiu Sheng's.

After taking a blow from the mist giant, several of his ribs were broken, and the bones in his left arm were also cracked.

But seeing the relieved smile on Li Feng's face, with wrinkles crinkling at the corners of his eyes, made him smile even more.

"Golden Core stage, not even twenty years old and already at the Golden Core stage. The Maoshan Sect has been established for hundreds of years and has never seen anyone cultivate like this. A month ago you were still lingering in the Spirit Root stage, and now you have directly skipped the Qi Refining and Foundation Building stages and stepped into the Golden Core stage."

"Disciple, when I accepted you as my disciple, I knew you were a genius, but I didn't know you were this genius!"

With the matter settled, the ancient post road at the foot of the Five Old Peaks returned to silence.

After the Five Elements Guiding Array completely collapsed, the Yin energy in the valley gradually dissipated, and the hazy, resentful aura that had been pressing down on Qingyan City for thousands of miles also vanished.

Master Si Mei sent a message back to Maoshan, and the sect leader and several elders rushed over to clean up the mess.

Seeing the remains of the ghost puppets scattered all over the ground, and the fragments of Zhang Xuanye's primordial spirit left behind after his disintegration, even the most knowledgeable old Taoist priests were speechless.

The body of Gu Zhenren was personally collected and buried by Daoist Si Mei.

After fighting for more than a decade, the old rivals ended up dying in the same formation. The Four-Eyebrowed Taoist stood in front of the grave of the Gu Master and poured a pot of strong liquor onto the yellow earth.

Qiulan burned several talismans for the deceased nearby. The ashes were scattered by the mountain wind and drifted into the clouds deep within the Five Old Peaks.

Li Feng rested in Qingyan City for three days.

The Corpse Dissolving Pill was too potent. Although it helped him break through to the Golden Core stage in one fell swoop, his meridians and dantian needed time to adapt to the surge in his cultivation.

Qiu Sheng busied himself serving tea and water, constantly muttering "Golden Core Stage, Golden Core Stage," and looking at Li Feng as if he were looking at some rare treasure.

Lei Jian took the cracked Bagua mirror back to Longhu Mountain to repair it. Before leaving, he patted Li Feng on the shoulder and said, "The younger generation is to be feared." Then, covered in injuries, he hurriedly left.

Three days later, a message arrived via a flying talisman from the Maoshan Sect.

The sect leader personally ordered: Li Feng must return to the mountain immediately and is not allowed to linger outside.

Master Si Mei looked at the contents of the flying talisman, but he was not happy.

He looked up at Li Feng, hesitated, and finally just sighed.

Hand him the flying talisman and let him see it for himself.

The flying talisman clearly stated that the news of Li Feng's breakthrough to the Golden Core stage, once it reached Maoshan, shook the entire sect.

A Golden Core stage cultivator at less than twenty years old is unprecedented in the hundreds of years since the founding of the Maoshan Sect.

What's even more frightening is that he didn't rely on orthodox methods to break through to the Golden Core stage, but rather on unorthodox methods like the Corpse Dissolution Pill, and the medicinal ingredient he used was a fragment of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator's shattered primordial spirit.

The sect leader and several elders argued in the council hall all night before finally making a decision.

Let Li Feng guard the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

Under the guise of "guarding the sect's important territory and tempering his character," he was actually banished to the forbidden area in the back mountains, keeping him away from the sect's core and preventing his troubles from spreading to the Maoshan Sect.

After all, a young Taoist who breaks through to the Golden Core stage by devouring fragments of the primordial spirit is seen as somewhat sinister by righteous sects.

No one knows whether the golden core formed from the Corpse Dissolution Pill on his body will cause any uncontrollable changes.

Li Feng's face remained expressionless after reading the flying talisman.

He folded the talisman and returned it to the Four-Eyebrowed Taoist, then asked with a smile, "How many demons are in the Demon-Suppressing Tower?"

Master Four Eyebrows was taken aback, clearly not expecting his first question to be this.

"The Demon-Suppressing Pagoda is a forbidden area of ​​Maoshan, where hundreds of demons subdued by generations of patriarchs are suppressed. Among them are many ancient demons with a thousand years of cultivation. Why are you asking about this?"

Li Feng didn't answer, but nodded thoughtfully.

His cauldron can cook demons, and those who eat them will have their cultivation level rapidly improved. Perhaps this is a way of sending a thief to guard a vault?

The next morning, he set off back to Maoshan.

The sect leader did not see him, but only sent a disciple to lead him to the Demon-Suppressing Tower in the back mountain.

This is a seven-story octagonal stone tower. The tower is as black as ink, and each eave is hung with rusty copper bells, but they make no sound when the mountain wind blows.

The tower is covered with runes for suppressing demons.

The disciple handed Li Feng a jade talisman, telling him it was the only credential for entering and exiting the Demon Suppression Tower, and explained the daily patrol schedule and precautions. Then, as if avoiding something ominous, he hurriedly left.

Li Feng stood in front of the tower, looking up at the dark stone tower, and probed into it with his divine sense.

The divine sense of someone at the Golden Core stage is incomparable to that of someone at the Spirit Root stage. The moment his divine sense penetrated the first layer of the tower wall, he sensed the countless monsters inside the tower.

The monsters vary in size and strength, like caged beasts, each wisp of demonic energy carrying years of pent-up resentment and malice.

Li Feng withdrew his divine sense, a faint glint of light flashing in his eyes.

He didn't go to the guard room on the side of the tower, but pushed open the bronze door of the Demon Suppression Tower and went inside.

The door hinges creaked dully, as if warning the intruder to retreat quickly.

The tower's interior was much more spacious than it appeared from the outside, clearly due to a spatial restriction. Dozens of eternal lamps floated on the dome of the first-level main hall, their dim light casting shadows throughout the hall.

The walls around the main hall were inlaid with rows of iron cages, each covered with talismans, and each cage contained a demon.

In the cage closest to Li Feng lay a pig demon, with a pig's head and a human body, covered in black hair like steel needles, long tusks protruding from the corners of its mouth, and a pair of blood-red eyes staring intently at Li Feng, emitting a low, threatening growl from its throat.

Li Feng walked over, squatted down in front of the iron cage, and carefully examined the pig demon, swallowing hard.