CHAPTER 361: CHAPTER 239: DAOIST TECHNIQUE USELESS

Although Sun Yan was unsure about what exactly was happening in Zhu Family Town, he knew his immediate priority was to suppress the White Crane Child before him.

Only by taking care of this guy and eliminating all the inverted corpses here could he ensure the disaster wouldn’t spread.

The White Crane Child’s physique was incredibly robust, and even as Sun Yan fought against him, he found himself not at a disadvantage.

After several strikes, sparks flew from the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade, yet it couldn’t even pierce the fleshly body of the White Crane Child.

"How is this possible?" Sun Yan was utterly astonished.

His Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade was indeed the Magical Treasure weapon of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Mysterious Dao, something only a real Immortal could match.

In other words... could it be that the White Crane Child before him is the real deal?

"What audacity! Who could have found the flesh of Fellow Daoist Bai He and rebuilt him a body? A mere puppet without a soul!"

At that moment, Sun Yan’s mind reverberated with the faintly angry voice of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Mysterious Dao.

"You must destroy this puppet body to prevent these people from tarnishing Fellow Daoist Bai He’s reputation."

Sun Yan was instantly surprised, and as he had guessed, the White Crane Child in front of him was indeed genuine!

The only difference was that he had no soul within his body, merely a shell under someone’s control.

Yet even so, he wasn’t something ordinary exorcists or Daoists could handle, no wonder Daoist Chen couldn’t withstand even a single move before being swiftly killed.

The White Crane Child was a real Immortal, even without a soul.

Without further thought, Sun Yan knew the remaining inverted corpses were flying all around; he had to hasten the elimination of the White Crane Child to do other things.

Sun Yan immediately reached out, conjuring a Mountain-Cracking Axe out of thin air, which grew larger in the wind, mighty as a mountain, to slash down toward the White Crane Child’s head.

"Who on earth is this guy, possessing so many Immortal Treasures? Could he be another forgotten reincarnator?"

"But the forgotten reincarnators of those years had long been investigated by the master; how could one have slipped through? So strange."

"Hopefully, the White Crane Child can hold him; once things succeed in Zhu Family Town, and with reinforcements, no matter how many treasures this guy possesses, he will surely die."

High above the granary, the Ten Thousand Years Bird cooed.

Boom!

The White Crane Child extended his wings to block, but at the moment the Mountain-Cracking Axe landed, his entire body was uncontrollably driven into the ground, creating a deep pit.

He might have had the physique of an Immortal, but without Immortal powers, he could bully ordinary Daoists yet was no match for Sun Yan.

Sun Yan immediately infused his mana, and the Mountain-Cracking Axe cleanly severed the White Crane Child’s left wing.

Unphased, the White Crane Child leaped from the pit with his remaining wing, furiously flapping his feathers that shot out like arrows, raining down towards Sun Yan.

These feathers were extraordinary; even without Immortal power, they were from an Immortal’s body, matching the sharpness of any treasure.

The Ten Thousand Years Bird’s eyes widened excitedly: "No mortal can avoid this move. You’re dead! You’re finished!"

Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!

In an instant, a barrage of sharp feathers raked across Sun Yan, but the expected shattered scene did not occur.

Every feather that hit Sun Yan’s body was effortlessly deflected away, leaving only faint white marks on his skin.

Copper Head and Iron Arm!

Sun Yan grinned: "Too weak! Mere Immortal flesh, what of it, even if collected and crafted! Die!"

The Mountain-Cracking Axe suddenly shone with brilliant golden light, soared up and charged fiercely at the White Crane Child.

This axe’s power was even more terrifying and astonishing than the last, leaving the White Crane Child no chance to react as it cleaved through him from head to tail in one stroke.

As his body shattered, the White Crane Child turned into a pool of blood on the spot, with no sign of life.

Sun Yan looked over at the unresponsive Ten Thousand Years Bird, its eyes meeting Sun Yan’s gaze, and in Sun Yan’s gaze, it sensed a hint of death.

Fear-stricken, it hesitated but then flapped its wings to flee.

But Sun Yan was faster; he immediately threw the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade with great force.

The blade transformed into a stream of light, instantaneously covering dozens of meters to pierce through the Ten Thousand Years Bird, tearing its body apart.

Splat!

The Ten Thousand Years Bird slid off the granary and fell to the ground, lifeless.

Sun Yan breathed a sigh of relief. The continuous emergence of these strange entities had indeed made him feel a bit deluged.

"Truly a top-grade item for collecting souls."

Beside Sun Yan, the figure of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Mysterious Dao appeared, looking at the shapeless pool of the White Crane Child’s blood on the ground with some sigh. "To think Fellow Daoist has long passed from this world, yet still subjected to such humiliation, but today you’ve encountered these spiritual beings, so you might as well collect souls again."

The True Monarch of Pure Origin and Mysterious Dao reached out, and an item flew out from Sun Yan’s pocket—it was the Ten Thousand Years Bird he had previously captured.

Joined with the dead Ten Thousand Years Bird, and the flesh of the White Crane Child, the three merged into one.

Through the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Mysterious Dao’s manipulation, it was absorbed into Sun Yan’s body.

Organs such as heart, liver, spleen, and lungs—all collected internally!

Sun Yan instantly felt something new in his divine temple, a never-before-felt power brewing within him, coursing through his entire body.

...

At the center of Zhu Family Town, in Zhu Honggao’s residence.

A blond-haired, blue-eyed Western man, donned in a priest’s robe, walked with a deliberate stride, leaving a trail of bloody footprints with each step.

Wherever he passed, any servant who dared to block his path mysteriously died.

"Protect the master!"

Surrounded by a group of servants, Zhu Honggao continually backed away in terror.

He never would have expected that the long-missing Western man would show up here now!

What could he possibly want?

"Father Sekov, I suppose that’s what I should call you? We have no enmity, what are you trying to do?" Zhu Honggao bore a ghastly smile: "Let’s talk this out peacefully. We can sit down and discuss anything you need—I can give it."

"Hand it over, hand that thing over."

The Western priest opened his mouth, emitting monstrous growls.

Zhu Honggao was bewildered: "I will hand it over, anything you need, Father, but first, can you tell me what exactly you want?"

"Daoist techniques, Daoist techniques are useless, hand it over."

The Western man’s eyes turned ghostly pale, his face sprouting strange golden runes.

"Daoist techniques useless? What is that, Father, I truly have never heard of it, why would you think something like that would be in my house?" Zhu Honggao asked confusedly.

"It’s here, right here with you, the inverted corpses have already sensed its presence."

The Western man stated coldly: "Since you’re not handing it over voluntarily, don’t blame me for taking it by force."

As soon as the words fell, the Western man stepped forward, his hands transforming into sharp white bones, directly piercing towards Zhu Honggao’s chest.

"Ah!" Zhu Honggao screamed in shock, instinctively kneeling and raising his arms to protect his face.

Just as the Western man’s strike was about to hit Zhu Honggao’s chest, a figure suddenly darted out from the inner hall like a ghost, blocking the attack and shielding Zhu Honggao.