Whose heretical cultivator relies on a rich woman to attain enlightenment?

The piercing screams were barely noticeable in the rain.

He clutched his neck and backed away, only to slip and fall into a mud puddle. The sound in his throat was intermittent. The person in front of him who craved demonic filth was only at the peak of the initial realm, and could only successfully draw the soul out of his body by relying on the soul weapon in his hand.

He tried with all his might to pull the command flag stuck in his neck, his face contorted in a ferocious expression.

"Bastard, bastard! Die, die! Go!"

With a single command flag pointed.

The lantern emitted a faint green light, which was somewhat dazzling in the rainy night. Lu Cheng suddenly felt his body was heavy, as if his consciousness and spirit were being forcefully pulled out of his body. For a moment, he was a little dazed, but the boy immediately regained his senses.

The talisman behind him was still glowing; it was the trump card that Han Guang had left for him.

"Shattering Palm!"

The palm strike, almost touching the face, rendered the opponent completely motionless. His body slammed heavily into a tree, creating a dent, and even the blood vessels in his neck burst open.

"How could this be?"

The Taoist priest in blue, Lian Xuzi, standing to the side, also looked astonished. Although this ghost cultivator was of low cultivation level, he was someone he had painstakingly invited from the Southern Ridge. Ghost cultivators are extremely rare these days, and they mainly control the souls of others and various yin spirits, with endless methods.

Because Lianxuzi promised to help him break through to the second realm, he resorted to this sinister method. His wails grew weaker and weaker until he collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing violently. Anyone who had their neck pierced would probably end up like this.

"You little brat, you're asking for it!"

His hands immediately formed a Taoist mudra, and his feet sank. Although Lu Cheng's cultivation time was limited, his reaction speed was very fast. He immediately lunged to the side, and the heavy coffin under his feet rose up from the ground, like a giant mouth trying to swallow Lu Cheng.

"That was close."

He was almost locked in a coffin. Before he could even catch his breath, a gust of wind rushed towards his neck from the side, forcing Lu Cheng to react immediately.

bang——

The dull thud sent him flying five or six feet away.

Legs traced arcs through the mud, surrounded by darkness. The only light in the rainy night was the occasional flash of lightning in the sky. This rain not only clouded the senses of the Jingnan cultivators, but also those of the Refining Void Master, who was bathed in the downpour.

"This little bastard does have some skill, damn it, what a piece of trash."

He cursed angrily, never expecting that the ghost cultivator's soul-snatching technique had failed to completely extract Lu Cheng's soul. Originally, the Demon Lord wanted him alive, but judging from the current situation, it seemed there was no way to capture him alive.

"Since that's the case, then take your corpse to see the Demon Lord! Die!"

He slammed his palm against the sword, shifting its position. It was clear that this Taoist priest in blue robes, skilled in corpse refining, was not very proficient in swordsmanship, giving Lu Cheng quite a chance to catch his breath.

He kept parrying and resisting, casually taking the command flag from the ghost cultivator he had just killed. However, he ultimately had no suitable weapon, and coupled with the suppression of the opponent's realm, he was still forced to retreat step by step. What surprised Lianxuzi was that this little beast was still able to barely resist even in complete darkness.

How was this done?

This is his comfort zone.

Although he didn't visit his senior sister often, Lu Cheng had gradually begun to adapt to using his "mind's eye" to observe his opponents. In the completely dark environment of the Demon Suppression Tower, he could only rely on his senses to distinguish the opponent's attacks, which was exactly the same as the current situation.

Another dodge, and with a flick of his fingers, he deflected the Yin-Yang Sword. He looked somewhat disheveled, but only a gash remained on his clothes. The command flag was covered in sword marks, looking as if it would break at any moment, but…

"Is this all there is to Foundation Establishment?"

Direct mockery.

When it comes to witty banter, Lu Cheng, who has been through the harsh realities of the internet, is probably one of a kind in this world.

"I thought he was really capable, but he couldn't even take down a beginner in a two-on-one fight. I thought he could catch a big fish with the help of that madam, but it turns out he's just a fry."

"Judging by your appearance, your foundation is probably not very stable, is it? You're always instigating ordinary people to refine corpses for you. What, did you refine your own brain too?"

His fist clenched immediately.

His eyes were filled with a chilling killing intent. In the cultivation world, there are two thresholds: the smaller one is Foundation Establishment, and the larger one is Nascent Soul. In the earlier stages, the difference is not too great, and it can be made up for with cultivation techniques or special means.

Sensing the golden light still flickering behind him, Lu Cheng maintained his mocking expression and tried his best to stall for time. However, Lian Xuzi in front of him seemed to realize that it would be difficult to kill this little bastard with just a sword, so he revealed a sinister smile.

"The Dao is impermanent. How could you, a little beast, understand the mysteries of the Dao? Today, I will broaden your horizons."

"Open the coffin!"

He let out a low shout.

The heavy coffin that had just been lifted from the ground suddenly burst open on the spot!

Boom—

Lightning flashed and thunder roared.

The moment the light pierced the sky, Lu Cheng saw the corpse standing motionless in the coffin.

"This is……"

Pupil constriction.

Just like the one he saw on Sweetwater Street last time, this zombie had stitched marks on its neck and face, wore a black mourning dress, and was suspended in the air in a semi-floating manner with only its toes touching the ground. Its body was full of the aura of death, and this scene made Lu Cheng feel a little creeped out.

"Completely mastered? As expected, this is the contact. But how am I supposed to get this information into the city? There's something wrong with this rain. Damn it, weren't you supposed to have people protecting me around the clock? What the hell are you protecting me for?"

I couldn't help but swear.

The next second, his tightly closed eyes snapped open, and the zombie appeared in front of him less than a foot away, its stench of death almost touching his face!

"Shattering Palm!"

His body instincts compelled Lu Cheng to immediately unleash a palm strike.

Rainwater burst open on the ground, but the Taoist priest in green robes had a mocking smile on his face. This corpse was carefully selected by him and he had spent decades refining it. This zombie was even three points stronger than himself. If Taoist techniques were not taken into account, it could reach the peak of the second realm.

His lips curled into a wild grin. Even if this kid knew a little bit of kung fu, it was useless. He wanted to watch this zombie drain Lu Cheng's blood and empty his internal organs. If it weren't for this little beast ruining his plans, the Demon Lord's arrangements in the city would probably have been completed long ago...

"What?"

Before he could even laugh, the zombie had already been knocked back with a single palm strike.

Even a fox that was dozing in a tree hole opened its eyes at this blow, its gaze serious, not because the blow was threatening.

Instead, she sensed that this palm strike contained her own demonic energy, or perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe it as demonic and filthy.

Her lazy expression was full of confusion. Originally, she just wanted to use the heavy rain to sneak into the city and lower Ji Xiaoxiao's guard, but she didn't expect to encounter something interesting.

"Speaking of which, the power I exude seems to be diminishing. Who on earth could refine my demonic energy? It's truly intriguing."

The fox wagged its tail and emerged from the cave, running towards Jingnan.