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

This sword strike was executed without hesitation or reservation; his objective was clear from the very beginning.

Before the corrupted soul can complete its parasitism, it kills the host along with the remaining soul.

Li Xizhao's sword has arrived.

She arrived first despite being behind, her sword precisely slicing into the middle of the black sword light from the side.

With a flick of his wrist, the Nascent Soul stage spiritual power collided head-on with Chu Cheng's sword energy, and the resulting shockwave blew all the bluestone slabs in the courtyard away.

Chu Cheng's sword was deflected by half an inch, the black sword light grazing Mu Tianmiao's shoulder and carving a bottomless crack in the ground.

At the same time, Qin Shuxin rolled over from the corner of the wall, a trace of blood still hanging from the corner of her mouth from being knocked away. Her expression remained indifferent, but her steps did not falter.

During her flight, she had already connected twelve sealing arrays with her hands, and her whole body transformed into a white shadow as she rushed straight towards Mu Tianmiao.

Chen Zisu's attack has arrived.

She held four purple-glowing poison needles between her fingers, each one imbued with the essence of a highly poisonous spiritual plant she had cultivated for over a hundred years.

With a flick of her wrist, she sealed off all of Chu Cheng's space to dodge with the poisoned needles, forcing him to take two steps back and parry with his sword.

She gritted her teeth and didn't say a word, but her ruthlessness far exceeded that of the gentle and quiet elder of the spirit plants she usually was.

Even those at the Nascent Soul stage are not allowed to harm anyone on Immortal Shadow Sect's territory.

Lin Yanluo threw herself onto Mu Tianmiao, using her petite body to completely shield him.

Her hands gripped his clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force. There were no tears on her face, but for the first time, undisguised fear appeared on that usually proud and arrogant little face.

She raised her head and screamed at everyone, her voice both fierce and hoarse.

"Mu Tianmiao has been parasitized!"

Li tide attacked Chu Cheng like a madman. Her sword no longer carried the light and graceful moonlight sword intent she usually possessed, but rather a more primal and violent power.

The magic-based sword intent transformed into a sky full of silvery-white sword light, exploding like a bright moon in the courtyard. Each sword light carried the full force of a Nascent Soul cultivator's furious attack.

Her eyes glowed with a faint red light. In that instant, the Sect Master of the Immortal Shadow Sect was no longer the languid and composed beauty, but a killing god who was truly determined to kill.

Chu City was forced to fight.

His black longsword drew sharp arcs in front of him, and the martial arts sword intent, like a tangible black storm, collided head-on with Li Xizhao's silver-white sword light.

Two completely different Nascent Soul stage sword intents collided in the sky above the courtyard, unleashing an unprecedented shockwave.

The entire medicinal garden was uprooted, the bluestone slabs were shattered into dust, and even the distant bamboo was bent over.

Master Huiming scrambled to hide behind a rockery, his bald head covered in dust, chanting Amitabha Buddha incessantly.

Just as the shockwave was about to reach Mu Tianmiao's location, Qin Shuxin slapped the ground with both hands.

She knelt on the ground, her palms pressed against the earth, the blood at the corner of her mouth still wet, but an unprecedented light shone in her indifferent eyes.

She let out a low growl, and spiritual energy poured into the earth from her palms as if it were free.

The two great formations rose from the ground at the same instant.

The first one is the Battle World Formation.

A semi-transparent gray barrier enveloped the entire herb garden, isolating it from all sounds, images, and spiritual energy fluctuations.

From the outside, the herb garden still appears to be the same quiet and peaceful place, without any apparent abnormalities.

The second one is the Vajra Guardian Formation.

Golden array patterns emerged from the ground, with Mu Tianmiao's body as the array's core, layer upon layer, weaving together to form an impenetrable defensive barrier.

Lin Yanluo was enveloped in the formation, and she and Mu Tianmiao were protected at the very core of the Vajra Guardian Formation.

Chu Cheng parried Li Xizhao's pursuit with a single sword strike, then gracefully retreated, landing on the remaining half-broken wall of the herb garden.

Several sword marks appeared on his black clothes, and a corner of the jade crown that bound his hair was cut off, but his expression remained unchanged, cold and indifferent.

He looked at Li Xizhao, his tone as calm as if he were stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.

"My objective has failed. You don't need to attack me like this."

He sheathed his longsword, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground. His sword intent slowly receded, but it did not completely dissipate; instead, it remained in a critical state, ready to erupt at any moment.

His gaze passed over Li Xizhao, glanced at Mu Tianmiao who was being tightly protected by Lin Yanluo, then returned to Li Xizhao's face, his tone still completely calm.

"You can't stop me. If we continue fighting, our battle will destroy the entire Immortal Shadow Sect."

Li Xizhao's sword did not stop.

Her attacks became even more ferocious, the silver streak trailing from her sword tearing the night into pieces.

The Celestial Immortal's opening stance had already begun, her sword intent pouring down like moonlight, causing the entire herb garden to tremble slightly under the pressure of her sword.

Chu Cheng frowned.

He did not retreat, nor did he draw his sword to retaliate. He simply stood on the broken wall, looking at Li Xizhao, his voice still as calm as a scalpel, precisely dissecting the problem she least wanted to face.

“If you don’t kill that kid now, a corrupted Golden Core cultivator will appear in the Immortal Shadow Sect.”

"What, you want to raise a disciple who has been corrupted? To defy the world?"

Li Xizhao's hand holding the sword trembled violently.

The celestial fairy's starting stance froze in mid-air, her sword intent hovering, swirling and swirling around her, casting shadows on her stunningly beautiful face.

Her eyes were red, not from a bloodthirsty rage, but from a deeper struggle, a struggle born of being driven to the brink of despair.

Killing all corrupted cultivators is an ironclad rule in the Eight Desolate Immortal Cultivation World, a consensus forged from countless bloody lessons over the past ten thousand years.

It never distinguishes between good and evil, nor between friends and strangers.

Any creature polluted and corrupted by the starry sky, regardless of whether it was good or evil, friend or foe, must be completely eradicated before the parasitism is complete.

These are the rules, the bottom line, and principles that no sect leader can ever break.

But... he was her disciple.

She picked up the child from outside the mountain gate herself, and taught him to be her disciple little by little.

He was the only brat on the sect leader's peak who dared to joke around with her, peek at her thighs, and write a love story between a master and disciple to confess his love from afar.

He was her most beloved disciple...

Li Xizhao stood there, the majesty of a Nascent Soul stage sect leader and the instinct of a master tearing fiercely within her heart, the tip of her sword trembling slightly in the night wind.

But in Mu Tianmiao's inner world...

The soul of pollution, victorious, stormed into this unfamiliar space of souls.

Although she had lost most of her power, as a former ancient powerhouse, possessing a Golden Core cultivator was nothing more than a piece of cake for her.

She had even already planned out the next part of the script in her mind.

First, devour this fool's soul, then use his physical body to lie dormant, slowly recover your strength, and return to the Eight Desolations when the time is right.

Then she saw Mu Tianmiao's soul.

She pounced on him with lightning speed.

She was an ancient powerful being; even if she was only a remnant soul, she would have more than enough power to possess a Golden Core cultivator.

She collided with Mu Tianmiao's soul core, and then...

Chapter 103 You Monster!

Mu Tianmiao's soul vanished on the spot.

Disappeared.

It wasn't swallowed up, it wasn't suppressed, it wasn't driven to some corner.

It vanished completely, as if wiped directly from the soul space by an invisible hand, leaving not even a trace.

The polluted soul missed its target and stood frozen in the very center of the soul space.

She looked down at her hands...

Her parasitism should be complete, but why doesn't she feel any sense of control?

Why is this soul space still rejecting her?

Then she heard a voice.

The sounds rang out simultaneously from all directions of the soul space, as if millions of people were whispering at the same time, or as if some law beyond her comprehension was operating on its own.

She looked up abruptly and saw something that even this ancient powerhouse couldn't comprehend... Mu Tianmiao's soul had reappeared.

It was as if the disappearance just now was an illusion; the new soul was exactly the same as the old one, but more solid and more powerful.

It was smiling at her, and then it walked over step by step.

"You... what the hell are you?!"

The voice of the Soul of Pollution has completely changed.

From Mu Tianmiao's perspective, he was observing the uninvited guest in front of him with great interest.

It was a humanoid silhouette enveloped in layers of mysterious black matter.

The black energy surged and swirled across her body as if it were alive.

Her figure was stunningly beautiful, with exquisite curves and a shapely figure. Even though she was completely covered in filth, it was clear that she was a body capable of captivating all beings.

Unfortunately, the surging black mist was too dense, completely obscuring her physical body, leaving only a blurry outline visible.

Her face was hidden behind the black mist, with only a pair of eyes burning with dark red light staring intently at him, her gaze filled with confusion, fear, and incomprehensible shock.

Mu Tianmiao tilted her head, took two steps to the left, then two steps to the right, as if examining a novel object, her tone filled with a pure, almost irritating curiosity.

"Is pollution always caused by humans?"

"I thought you guys were tentacles, eyeballs, or a lump of mud or something. Turns out you have such great figures."

The soul of pollution has gone mad.

This person's soul died once, then reappeared as if nothing had happened, and began to comment on her figure.

Mu Tianmiao rubbed his arm and moved his fingers, as if testing a newly purchased magical artifact.

His expression was serious and focused, showing no sign that he had just experienced a death and resurrection on a spiritual level.

After a moment, he raised his head and said to the corrupted soul, "This is the first time I've ever felt the sensation of a soul being killed and then resurrected. It's very different from physical death!"

"When the physical body dies, it's a simple feeling of pain; when the soul dies, it's more like being thrown into ice water and then suddenly pulled out, hiss..."

He shivered, then put on a smile again and winked at the corrupted soul.

"One more time?"

The eyes of the Soul of Pollution were fixed on Mu Tianmiao, and the dark red pupils were filled with increasingly intense confusion and fear.

Her lips parted slightly, her hoarse voice carrying a sense of bewilderment at being driven to the brink of despair.

"Why...why can't you be possessed? Why can your soul be resurrected after death?"

"Why haven't you fallen from your cultivation level? What exactly are you?!"

Mu Tianmiao simply smiled at her, her hands behind her back, her posture as composed as if she were strolling in her own backyard.

He didn't answer any of the questions, but simply tilted his head slightly, the curve of his lips mysterious and unpredictable.

The more silent he became, the more terrified the corrupted soul became.

The unknown is the most terrifying thing, and the Golden Core cultivator in front of her was full of unknowns that she could not understand.

Mu Tianmiao then began to think about this matter.

He crossed one arm over his chest, pinched his chin with the other, and frowned slightly, completely ignoring the corrupted soul opposite him.

So it turns out I really did exploit a major bug.

The penalty for death is a deduction of half a level of cultivation, but I have never cultivated my soul, so my soul realm is zero.

Deduct half a level? Half of zero is still zero! Isn't that just getting a free resurrection?

Moreover, my six-dimensional defense increases permanently with each death, meaning the more she kills me, the tougher my soul becomes!

As the fight progressed, she became even less able to damage me.

The more he calculated, the more outrageous it seemed, until he finally couldn't help but click his tongue in disapproval.