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

Mu Tianmiao's smack echoed in the soul space; it wasn't loud, but it was extremely insulting.

The spirit of pollution has gone completely mad.

She pounced on him, tearing his soul apart once more.

Resurrected, torn apart, and resurrected again.

She was like a runaway meat grinder, frantically repeating the cycle of possession and killing, again and again, each time with a deeper despair and a more frenzied rage.

Ten times, twenty times, fifty times, one hundred times.

The flow of time in the soul space is different from that in the outside world. Here, she can vent the resentment she has accumulated for countless millennia without restraint.

However, after more than a hundred times, she collapsed to the ground.

It wasn't that I was beaten down, it was that I was exhausted.

She lay slumped on the ground in the soul space, the black energy clinging weakly to her body, too exhausted to even surge.

Those eyes, which once burned with a dark red light, were now as dim as two embers about to go out. He was lifeless and looked as if he were dead.

She killed him over a hundred times, and each time he reappeared unharmed, not a single hair missing, and he seemed even more energetic with each resurrection.

In the end, I simply squatted down next to her and watched her do it, occasionally offering a few comments.

Mu Tianmiao squatted down and poked her shoulder with her finger.

The Soul of Pollution trembled violently, as if it had been touched by some natural enemy, and then used its last bit of strength to let out a roar that sounded like a sob.

"You monster...!"

Her voice echoed in the soul space, no longer possessing the majesty and arrogance of the former Empress of the Eight Desolations.

All that remained was the wailing of a pitiful, broken soul, driven to the brink of collapse by torment.

Outside, the herb garden was in complete disarray.

Li Xizhao and Chu Cheng remained locked in a standoff in mid-air, both holding their swords but not making a move.

Li Xizhao's sword intent was contained, and she dared not truly fight Chu Cheng to the death.

It wasn't that they were afraid of him, but rather that a full-scale battle between two Nascent Soul cultivators would destroy the entire Immortal Shadow Sect.

I'm even more afraid that it will affect that brat lying on the ground behind me.

Chu Cheng did not draw his sword; his gaze remained fixed on Mu Tianmiao, his cold eyes filled with scrutiny.

When a cultivator is corrupted, the changes usually begin in their eyes. Black energy spreads outward from the pupils, and the eyeballs turn an unnatural dark red.

He was waiting, waiting for such signs to appear on Mu Tianmiao... or... there might be more possibilities.

Chapter 104 is perfectly fine!

Lin Yanluo knelt on the ground and held Mu Tianmiao's head tightly in her arms.

Her hands were still gripping his clothes, her knuckles white from the force. There were no tears on her face, but she didn't dare to blink, staring intently at Mu Tianmiao's tightly closed eyes.

She felt his body temperature, felt his heartbeat, and cursed herself a thousand times in her heart.

Why send him to get the safety lock? Why let this nobody get involved?

Why not just let him run away?

Just then, Mu Tianmiao opened her eyes.

He sat up directly from Lin Yanluo's arms, his movements as swift as if he had just woken up, without any stiffness or sluggishness from being contaminated.

He glanced at Lin Yanluo, then at the chaotic medicinal garden around him, and then at the way Lin Yanluo was staring intently at him. Confused, he scratched his head.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Chen Zisu almost dropped the poisoned needle in her hand.

She opened her mouth wide, stared with wide eyes, and pointed her trembling finger at Mu Tianmiao. It took her a long time to squeeze out two words from her throat.

"I go…"

Qin Shuxin knelt beside him, blood still clinging to the corner of her mouth from when she was knocked away.

Seeing Mu Tianmiao sit up unharmed and scratch his head, a faint hint of surprise appeared in his usually indifferent eyes.

She didn't say anything, but let out a slight sigh of relief, her tense shoulders finally relaxing a bit.

Lin Yanluo moved faster than anyone else. She cupped Mu Tianmiao's face in her hands, and her thumbs ruthlessly pried open his eyelids, looking him up and down.

He lifted the man's chin to examine his neck, then pulled open his collar to look at his chest, his movements as practiced as an experienced coroner examining a corpse.

There was no black smoke, no dark red color, and no sign of pollution or erosion.

His pupils were clear, his spiritual energy was flowing normally, and even his heartbeat was as steady as could be.

She checked it twice, then suddenly turned and shouted at Li Xizhao, who was still facing off in mid-air.

"Xiao Mu is perfectly fine! There isn't a trace of contamination!"

Li Xizhao simply left Chu Cheng standing there, as if discarding a nuisance, without even giving him a second glance.

Her figure flashed in mid-air and appeared in front of Mu Tianmiao in the next instant. Several cuts from the sword intent that had ripped her dress during her fight with Chu Cheng remained on it.

A few strands of her hair had come loose, but she didn't care at all.

She grabbed Mu Tianmiao's shoulder, lifted him from Lin Yanluo's arms, looked him up and down, and then said:

"You actually suppressed that corrupted soul in the soul space!"

Her voice carried undisguised shock and a complex emotion that she herself couldn't quite explain.

Surprise, lingering fear, confusion, and a hint of bewilderment as a mother discovers her seemingly simple-minded son has actually scored a perfect score.

"That's a source of pollution for those in the Nascent Soul stage! How did you manage that, you brat!"

Mu Tianmiao chuckled, patted his chest, and said smugly, "I'm awesome!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several voices burst out at the same time.

Lin Yanluo grabbed his ear and cursed at him.

"What's so great about you? You almost lost your life just trying to get a safety lock!"

But the force in his hands was so light, as if he were afraid of breaking him.

Chen Zisu squatted down beside him, examining his meridians while clicking her tongue in amazement, muttering, "What a freak..."

Qin Shuxin didn't come closer; she just stood to the side, quietly watching him with her indifferent eyes, a very faint smile playing on her lips.

Even Master Huiming peeked out from behind the artificial hill, revealing half of his bald head, and chanted "Amitabha" several times with his hands clasped together.

Li Xizhao stood behind the crowd, arms crossed, watching the scene without saying a word.

Her languid and indifferent expression returned, but a trace of redness lingered in the corner of her eyes.

The Vajra Guardian Array and the Fighter World Array slowly dissipated, the golden array patterns receding from the ground like the tide, and the translucent barrier dissipating in the night wind.

Twinkling stars.

The herb garden was once again exposed to the moonlight, a scene of utter devastation: scattered bluestone slabs, bent bamboo, and flowerpots shattered into dust.

This indicates the fierce conflict that had just taken place here.

Chu Cheng stood on the broken wall, watching the scene revealed after the formation dissipated.

His gaze swept over Mu Tianmiao, who was surrounded by women, then over Li Xizhao, who stood to the side with his arms crossed, and finally turned towards the direction of the Qingyun Sect's headquarters.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if waiting for something.

Strange, why didn't that woman rush over immediately after sensing the polluted aura?

This is not like her.

At this time, at the Qingyun Sect's headquarters.

Mu Kongyun stood by the window, gazing into the distance towards the herb garden.

She sensed the polluted aura the moment it erupted. Her hand was already on the hilt of her sword, and she had taken a step forward before stopping.

A thought flashed through his mind: Let that bitch Li Xizhao have a headache.

The source of pollution is activated, causing chaos and disorder, and hopefully it will make her Immortal Shadow Sect lose face.

She leaned against the window, a gloating sneer playing on her lips.

Unfortunately, the polluted smell came and went quickly, disappearing completely in no time.

Mu Kongyun clicked his tongue in regret, released his grip on the sword hilt, and turned back to sit down in the armchair. He was going to miss the show.

Chu Cheng stood on the broken wall, his black clothes fluttering in the night wind.

His gaze shifted from the direction of the Qingyun Sect's headquarters back to the crowd below, his tone as calm as if he were discussing an ordinary business deal.

"Let's make a deal. You don't want me to reveal that this kid has been corrupted and possessed, do you?"

Li Xizhao's expression suddenly turned cold. She took a step forward, shielding Mu Tianmiao behind her. Her aura surged once more, her moon-white dress fluttering without wind, and her eyes, which had just regained their languid state, sharpened like knives again.

“I can fight you right here and now.”

Chu Cheng nodded slightly, as if he had expected her to react this way.

His expression remained unchanged, cold and indifferent, but his tone held a rare sincerity, or at least sounded sincere.

"That's precisely why a deal is needed. I don't want to fight you to the death."

"Two Nascent Soul stage cultivators fighting with all their might in the Immortal Shadow Sect will not benefit either of them."

“You have your sect to protect, and I have my own things to do.”

Li Xizhao sneered, casually placing his long sword on his shoulder, its blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

She slightly raised her chin, looking down at Chu Cheng with an expression of utter contempt, her tone extremely disdainful.

"Open your dog mouth and say something, and see if you can spit out any ivory."

Chu Cheng stood on the broken wall, the moonlight casting a long shadow of his black-clad figure.

He looked at Li Xizhao, his voice as calm as ever, but every word seemed to have been brewing for countless years before he finally spoke it.

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"You know that only pollutants can transcend the Nascent Soul stage and enter a higher level."

He didn't wait for Li Xizhao's reply and continued speaking, his tone carrying a kind of obsession that he had suppressed for too long and could no longer hide.

"Pollutants can take over life and fulfill the necessary conditions for transcending the level of a deity."

“That path is impassable for us normal cultivators. The pollution of the starry sky has blocked all possibilities of breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage. Anyone who tries to break through will surely die.”

"But the pollutants themselves are not subject to this restriction. They come from beyond the stars and are no longer bound by the rules of this world."

He paused slightly, and a ripple finally appeared in his usually calm eyes, like a glint of cold light shining from a sword sheath that had been sealed for hundreds of years.

“My thinking is exactly the opposite. I don’t need pollutants to possess me; I want to possess the pollutants.”

"Use my sword heart to devour its consciousness, seize its body, and then, as a contaminant, break through to the Nascent Soul stage to see what's up there."

At this point, Chu Cheng's tone finally showed a slight change.

He looked at Mu Tianmiao, who was surrounded by women, and said slowly.

"I failed. The corrupted spirit did not choose me; she chose you."

His gaze fell on Mu Tianmiao, as if he were examining an object beyond his comprehension.

“She chose a Golden Core cultivator who seemed easy to bully, instead of me, a Nascent Soul cultivator who had voluntarily opened the door.”

He tilted his head slightly, his confusion growing stronger, but also accompanied by a cold curiosity that made everyone present uncomfortable.

"But you don't know what method you used, without even a container, you directly suppressed a source of pollution in the Nascent Soul stage with your own soul."

"This has never been unprecedented in the entire history of the Eight Desolations."

"Poisoning and possession either succeeds or is suppressed by external forces; there is never a third outcome."

“You created the third kind.”

He withdrew his gaze and looked back at Li Xizhao, a rare twitch appearing at the corner of his mouth.