Capítulo 648: Chapter 632: Cast the Thousand-Mile Tracking Magic

Feng Xu had previously told Teng Zhao about the might of the Nine Yin Soul Devouring Banner. Once it was activated, infant ghosts would weep, causing deafness and the divine soul to tremble. Those of unsound mind were even more prone to losing their sanity, falling into illusions.

Sha Yuanzi summoned the Nine Yin Soul Devouring Banner, and as the infant ghosts emerged, they wailed shrilly. The harrowing demonic sound, mixed with resentful energy, pierced through the eardrums, making one want to cover their ears.

Qin Liuxi, however, calmly took out the Vajra Bell and gently shook it. The sound of the bell was crisp and soothing, like a mother’s whispering murmur, comforting the pained infants.

The infant ghosts all flew towards Qin Liuxi, crawling over her with hands and feet, as though they sought to engulf her entirely.

The wailing and resentful energy heavily engulfed Qin Liuxi.

Sha Yuanzi’s eyes showed excitement, eagerly awaiting Qin Liuxi to be devoured.

However, a few breaths later, those infant ghosts affectionately stuck to Qin Liuxi, as a child would cling to their mother. What was going on?

If it were up to Qin Liuxi, such an extremely wicked and yin Magic Artifact should be self-aware, should be killing her; what did it mean by turning against its nature?

Sha Yuanzi, fuming, took out a blood-red whistle from his sleeve, put it to his lips, and blew a sharp, piercing whistle, as if sounding the charge.

At the sound of the whistle, the infant ghosts went into a frenzy, swarming towards Qin Liuxi, biting and gnashing.

Qin Liuxi sighed with interest. At the thought, the first infant ghost to bite burst into flames with a sizzle, let out a pitiful wail, and quickly turned to ash.

Where there was one, there came a second, and then a third.

Sha Yuanzi watched, eyes wide, as those infant ghosts spontaneously combusted and perished whenever they attempted to harm Qin Liuxi, leaving him dumbfounded.

Again with the fire. What kind of treasure protected her, or what kind of magic did she possess? Why had her master never mentioned Qingping Temple possessing such techniques?

Just as he pondered, he felt a chill run down his spine. Looking up, his gaze met Qin Liuxi’s eyes.

Her eyes were bottomless pits, devoid of any emotion.

Sha Yuanzi felt an inexplicable sense of guilt, like a young child who had been caught being lazy in learning Daoist Skills and was punished by kneeling in the snow by his master to clear his mind.

Boom.

All the infant ghosts on Qin Liuxi’s body combusted, turned into ash and smoke, and the Soul-devouring Banner quickly lost its glow, floating down lightly.

Sha Yuanzi moved to pick it up, but Qin Liuxi flicked her fingertips, and sparks landed on the banner, igniting it.

The broken baby souls wailed piercingly, and Qin Liuxi’s expression was cool and detached as she grasped the Qilin dagger and charged forward.

She was very displeased to be dealing with the deaths of children today!

Seeing her charge, Sha Yuanzi secretly cursed, sensing her murderous intent!

He pulled out several trapped talismans and threw them at Qin Liuxi, enveloping her in an encirclement, then bit his fingertip and quickly drew a Blood Flying Needle Talisman, flinging it at her.

As the Blood Flying Needle Talisman was released, thousands of needles launched at Qin Liuxi. If struck, she would leak blood from every pore like a sieve.

Qin Liuxi did not dodge, but simply conjured Gang Qi to protect her body, while simultaneously driving the Qilin dagger towards him.

Pfft.

The Qilin dagger pierced into his leg, and Sha Yuanzi let out a cry of pain, what terrified him more, however, was that the wound from the dagger was scorching, as if there was fire ravaging the wound.

He tried to grasp the Qilin dagger, but Qin Liuxi summoned it back and struck again.

Sha Yuanzi glared at her furiously.

Was she also intending to stab him into a bloody mess?

“Junior Brother!”

“Shut up!” Qin Liuxi glared at him and said, “What did you say your Daoist name was?”

Sha Yuanzi: “?”

“My master is called Chi Yuan, and you’re called Sha Yuan; the person who gave you this Daoist name seems to have quite a grudge against my old man,” Qin Liuxi said coldly. “Wanting to kill my master, I’ll kill you first.”

She flicked her fingertip, sending a burst of flame towards him.

Sha Yuanzi’s pupils constricted, sensing a great threat and danger, and hastily threw a Shifting Shadow Talisman, dragging his maimed legs as he fled.

The Karmic Fire extinguished.

Qin Liuxi watched the direction in which Sha Yuanzi fled, her eyes sparking with a sharp light.

Idiot!

She chased after him.

…

Jiuyin Mountain Gorge.

Located at the dragon’s waist of the mountain pass, there was a simple wooden hut.

A thin, gloomy-looking middle-aged man sat cross-legged on a large stone in front of the wooden hut, with his hands forming Dharma Seals. If one looked closely, one could see the Spiritual Energy of the mountain pass circling around him, slowly being absorbed into his body, and in his hands, he clutched an eyebrow bone smooth as jade.

After a cycle of Grand Circulation, the man’s breath gradually steadied. He opened his eyes and looked into the Void, tucking the eyebrow bone back into his chest, his voice faint, “You’re back.”

Sha Yuanzi emerged from the Void, completely lacking the evil aura he had in front of Qin Liuxi, instead respectfully bowing to him: “Master.”

“Hmm,” Chi Zhenzi looked at him, his eyes deep, and said, “Did you gain anything from your trip outside?”

Sha Yuanzi lifted his head; his eyes shimmering: “Master, I have found the whereabouts of the Jiao Pearl.”

A flicker of emotion crossed Chi Zhenzi’s indifferent gaze, but then his expression turned cold: “You only found its location.”

Sha Yuanzi shrank back: “The disciple was a step too late, the Jiao Pearl had already been taken by someone.”

Seeing his master’s impending anger, he hastily added, “It was taken by Chi Yuan’s disciple. Master, your disciple encountered the disciple of that old thief Chi Yuan, um…”

Before he could finish, Chi Zhenzi appeared before him through shapeshifting, his hand tightly clutching Sha Yuanzi’s neck.

“How many times have I told you, Chi Yuan and I have a life-and-death enmity, an irreconcilable hatred. When you are out in the world, you should regard anyone from Qingping Temple as a sworn enemy, to be ruthlessly crushed under your heel,” Chi Zhenzi’s voice was harsh, and with a stern face, he said, “And what are you telling me? The Jiao Pearl has been taken by his person, and you can only come back with your tail between your legs to tell me this news? Worthless!”

He flung his hand, and his thin frame surprisingly flung Sha Yuanzi, who was even larger and sturdier than him, flying.

Sha Yuanzi vomited a mouthful of blood but didn’t even dare to wipe it away, kneeling on the ground with his head lowered: “This disciple is incompetent.”

Chi Zhenzi looked down on him coldly: “I have high hopes for you; that’s why I gave you the name Sha Yuanzi, hoping you would forever remember the vengeance between us as master and disciple. Chi Yuan, nothing but a stiff, inflexible old fool – how could he possibly make Qingping Temple prosper? Only we can attain the Dao and ascend to immortality. It’s outrageous that he tried to annihilate me back then, even willing to perish alongside me. If I hadn’t been cautious, using the Puppet Soul Replacement Technique in secret before self-destructing and leaving a soul in a fitting body, I might have already ceased to exist.”

Even so, his cultivation had greatly regressed. Over the years, he had changed three bodies just for extending his life, and the current one was also nearly spent.

The Jiao Pearl could allow him to perform Alchemy to increase his cultivation to Great Perfection, and even hope to reach Foundation Establishment. Then, he would no longer need to search for bodies to extend his life.

But what was this useless thing saying? That he encountered Chi Yuan’s disciple and had the Jiao Pearl snatched away?

Chi Zhenzi felt like kicking him out with one foot.

Suddenly, an idea hit him, and he walked over to Sha Yuanzi, lifting his chin: “Are you certain that was Chi Yuan’s disciple? He took a disciple – what was that… wrong, what did you bring back with you?”

Chi Zhenzi looked behind him, his fingers forming a mantra, his mouth chanting a spell, then he pointed, and a mark appeared below Sha Yuanzi’s neck.

Chi Zhenzi: “!”

This waste, having a Thousand-Mile Tracking Technique placed on him without even realizing it!