Fairy, don't go! I have a mod.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, it seems I've gotten myself into some serious trouble..."

Li Xizhao glared at him, her gaze so cold that Huiming swallowed the rest of his apology, not daring to say another word.

Lin Yanluo didn't even glance at Huiming; her eye-rolling was directed at Chu Cheng.

From the moment Chu Cheng appeared, she kept rolling her eyes until her eyelids almost cramped up.

After all, Lin Yanluo was previously his sect's subordinate...

Chu Cheng remained expressionless and icy, standing with his hand on his sword, ignoring Lin Yanluo's disdainful look.

Just then, the thing inside the gourd suddenly made a sound.

"Ha ha……"

The voice was neither male nor female, neither high nor low, like metal scraping against glass, or like countless mouths whispering at the same time.

It surged slowly under the suppression of the double seal, and a blurry face outline vaguely emerged from the black mist, with a chilling smile seemingly on its lips.

"Two Nascent Soul cultivators... one Nascent Soul cultivator at the Perfection stage... one Nascent Soul cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage... what a grand spectacle."

"Unfortunately, it's still not enough!"

The black energy suddenly surged, and the cracks on the gourd widened further. The androgynous voice echoed in the reception room, carrying a condescending mockery.

However, no sooner had it finished speaking than an even more powerful sealing formation descended from the sky.

It didn't start from inside the reception room, but rather suddenly contracted from the entire medicine garden, and even the entire mountain range of the Immortal Shadow Sect!

It transformed into a small array the size of a palm, and slammed down on the gourd like Mount Tai!

The thing inside the gourd let out a muffled groan of pain, and the black mist was instantly suppressed by most of it, and the outline of that blurry face was also distorted and deformed!

Qin Shuxin walked slowly into the reception room.

She was still wearing that extremely plain white robe, her face expressionless, but her hands were in a hand seal posture as steady as a rock.

The other end of the formation was in her hand, compressed into a small space by her own strength, and precisely pressed onto the top of the gourd.

Chen Zisu followed closely beside her, one hand on Qin Shuxin's shoulder, her spiritual energy continuously flowing into Qin Shuxin's body, providing her with a sustained boost.

Li Xizhao snorted coldly, her moon-white dress fluttering without wind, releasing the pressure of her Nascent Soul stage cultivation without reservation, causing the beams of the reception room to creak.

She stared at the black mist that was immobilized by layers of seals, her tone as cold as the wind blowing from an ancient icy abyss.

"I don't know which ancient powerful being's corrupted soul you are, but it doesn't matter."

“You old fogies, if you’re going to die, then die already. Don’t dream of eternal life. The Eight Desolations have no need for you lingering remnants of the past.”

The sound from the gourd suddenly became shrill.

The blurry face twisted wildly under the suppression of multiple seals, and the voice, which was previously neither male nor female and was low, became increasingly shrill, like a woman screaming hysterically.

"I am the Empress of the Eight Desolations!"

"I will not be killed by a bunch of rabble like you!"

The black energy surged wildly within the sealing formation, and with each collision, the formation that Qin Shuxin was pressing down on top of the gourd would tremble.

But her hands remained in a mudra, and her face remained expressionless.

The sound from the gourd grew increasingly mournful, filled with boundless resentment and unwillingness.

"Damn it! If I had woken up a few days earlier... I would have already recovered! I'm not reconciled! I hate it!"

Li Xizhao sneered, looking down at the frantically struggling black mist, his tone full of mockery and disdain: "Empress of the Eight Desolations? You? Just obediently be suppressed and killed. After you turn into nourishment, I will make you into insoles and stomp on you for hundreds of years, as a way of thanking you for your arrival."

Qin Shuxin's hand seal posture began to change.

Intricate array patterns appeared in her indifferent eyes, echoing the Eight Desolations Soul-Suppressing Array before her.

The formation expanded from the size of a palm, with countless fine golden lines weaving and crisscrossing in the air like living things.

They wove together an impenetrable net, enveloping the gourd and the remnant soul within it layer by layer.

Chapter 101 Parasite

The power of the soul-suppressing force surged from the center of the array, slowly grinding down like a millstone, and the sound from the gourd changed from sharp to broken.

The sound went from fragmented to intermittent, and it looked like it was about to be completely annihilated within the formation.

Then Chu Cheng made his move!

No one expected it, and there was no warning whatsoever. This mountain lord, who stood silently to the side with his hand on his sword hilt, had been there since he entered the room!

Everyone's attention was focused on the gourd and the formation, and no one noticed that his gaze was fixed on the black mist.

He raised his right hand, put his index and middle fingers together, and flicked it lightly.

A thin, black sword aura shot out from his fingertips, precisely piercing through the gaps in the array and striking Qin Shuxin's shoulder.

Qin Shuxin let out a muffled groan as she was sent flying by the seemingly effortless sword energy, her back slamming against the wall of the reception room, creating a spiderweb-like crack.

The array seal in her hand shattered instantly, the light of the Eight Desolations Soul Suppressing Array dimmed abruptly, and the golden array lines broke one by one.

The power of the soul-suppressing force exploded in the air, transforming into a storm-like wave of spiritual energy that swept in all directions.

The formation has been interrupted!

The moment the formation was interrupted, the corrupted soul let out a piercing shriek, and the broken black energy surged wildly in the air, instinctively activating the Soul-Stealing and Spirit-Dispersing Technique!

This is the last resort of the pollutant to save itself: compressing its own consciousness to the limit, abandoning all power, and parasitizing a nearby creature that is willing to accept it!

This is her last chance!

But she immediately realized something was wrong.

Chu Cheng's timing was perfect, not too early, not too late, striking Qin Shuxin at the exact same moment it activated its Soul-Stealing Spreading Technique.

A moment earlier, and she hadn't even begun to disperse her spirit; a moment later, and it had already been suppressed and killed.

The timing was so precise it didn't seem like saving someone; it was more like... forcing it down this path.

The lingering consciousness of the polluting spirit swept wildly through the air.

Li Xizhao, at the Nascent Soul stage, possessed an aura as solid as an iron barrel, leaving no gaps, making it impossible for the creature to penetrate.

After being knocked away, Qin Shuxin fell to the corner of the wall, but her body itself was a sealing array, and parasitizing her would be tantamount to walking into a trap.

Lin Yanluo, Chen Zisu, Huiming... all of them instinctively shut down their consciousness, reacting negatively to its spirit-snatching and soul-stealing attack.

Is Chu Cheng the only one willing to accept her parasitism?

The corrupted soul swept its last divine sense toward the sword cultivator, who was dressed in black and had no expression.

Then she saw Chu Cheng's eyes... There was no fear, no rejection, no emotion she had expected in those eyes.

There was only a deep, almost insane calmness, and a longing that had been hidden for countless years.

He's waiting for it...

From the very beginning, he was waiting...

The soul of pollution finally understood.

The man knocked Qin Shuxin away, not to save her...

It's for exclusive control!

But is there really no way out?

The spirit of pollution swept wildly through the air, sifting through all possible targets for parasitism again and again.

she was.

This remnant soul, who called herself the Empress of the Eight Desolations, suddenly discovered at the critical moment of life and death that she really had nowhere to go.

Then her divine sense swept across the bluestone path outside the reception room.

A young man was running towards them, his robes fluttering in the night wind, clutching a palm-sized silver safety lock in his hand.

He was clearly Mu Tianmiao, who had just come out of Lin Yanluo's boudoir; even a few strands of his hair were disheveled.

His face held a reckless air, like someone knowingly venturing into danger, and he seemed to be shouting something, probably telling the people in front to get out of the way.

That's him.

The Soul of Pollution made its judgment in a fraction of a second!

This silly boy's cultivation level is not high. His divine sense does not have the barrier of the Nascent Soul stage, he does not have a sealing array in his hand, and he does not have a Buddhist golden body on his body!

He was the only living person in the room without any protection, without any rejection reaction, and without even knowing what was happening!

The success rate of parasitizing him is higher than that of all other people combined!

The black mist suddenly contracted in the air, abandoning its probing of Chu City and its attachment to the gourd that it had long been modified.

It transformed into a black line almost invisible to the naked eye, shooting towards Mu Tianmiao at a speed faster than lightning.

Li Xizhao has already drawn his sword.

Her sword was originally aimed at Chu Cheng.

This person who dared to injure her sect elder right under her nose—no matter what his reasons were, she had to take him down first.

But the moment the corrupted soul rushed toward Mu Tianmiao, her sword tip abruptly changed direction, and the spiritual power of the Nascent Soul stage exploded into a blinding white light on the sword.

He streaked towards Mu Tianmiao like a shooting star.

Lin Yanluo withdrew her hands, and the formation suppressing the gourd instantly collapsed. She didn't even glance at the gourd, and poured all her spiritual power into her movement technique.

Its small body burst forth with a speed completely disproportionate to its size, charging fiercely towards Mu Tianmiao.

Even Chu City was affected.

He struck Qin Shuxin away in order to force the corrupted soul to parasitize his body.

Everything was within his calculations.

But he hadn't anticipated that Mu Tianmiao would appear at this location at this time.

He unleashed his full power of Nascent Soul stage movement techniques, leaving a trail of afterimages in his black robes, but even he knew it was too late.

No matter how fast his sword was, it couldn't outrun the final desperate pounce of a pollutant that had abandoned all its power and was left with only a wisp of its soul.

The black line had already pierced through the peace lock in Mu Tianmiao's hand. The silver lock surface was instantly covered with spiderweb-like black cracks, and then the entire black energy disappeared into his chest.

"No--!"

Li Xizhao and Lin Yanluo's voices simultaneously tore through the night sky.

One voice was as cold as ice, the other as sharp as a blade; two completely different voices collided on the same syllable.

She carried a near-collapse-like fear that none of the others present had ever heard from her.

Mu Tianmiao was still looking down, examining the peace lock in her hand, muttering to herself.

"Lin Yanluo, I brought your safety lock. What exactly is this thing used for...?"

The next instant, an extremely cold and chilling soul power pierced his heart like an ice pick.

His voice abruptly stopped.

The safety lock slipped from his hand and clattered onto the bluestone floor.

He wanted to look down, but his body wouldn't obey him.

A bone-chilling coldness emanated from his heart and spread wildly along his meridians. Wherever it passed, his own spiritual power seemed to be frozen, and even its circulation became extremely sluggish.

The world spun around.

His vision began to shake violently. The lights in the reception room, the faces of the people, and the starry sky above all swirled together, like a Chinese ink painting that had been violently crumpled.

He vaguely heard someone calling his name... Was it his master's voice?

Or is it Lin Yanluo?

The sound was muffled, almost inaudible, as if separated by a thick layer of water.

He tried to respond, but the moment his lips moved, he lost consciousness and fell straight backward...

Chapter 102 Mu Tianmiao's Soul World

Without hesitation, Chu Cheng drew his longsword, and an extremely sharp black sword light pierced straight into Mu Tianmiao's heart.