?69: Chapter 69 Transform into Blood Soul 69: Chapter 69 Transform into Blood Soul “Argh!”

    Like the wails of a vengeful ghost or the mournful howls of a wronged spirit, Zhuo Junting screamed fiercely.

    The wound in her chest was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Zhuo Wenbin, who had originally lunged at her, was sent flying by the burst of blood light she emitted.

    Buzz!

    The void quivered, ripples spread, and Ye Xuan suddenly appeared, causing the Old Ghost’s expression to change dramatically as he continually stepped backward, panic flashing in his eyes.

    “Kill!”

    With venomous hatred and continuous howls, Zhuo Junting’s eyes turned blood red and her face twisted with rage.

    As she took a step forward, she instantly appeared in front of Zhuo Wenbin, her hands reaching out with ten blood-red nails extending, tearing Zhuo Wenbin to shreds.

    “What...what is this thing?” The Old Ghost exclaimed in horror at the terrifying form of Zhuo Junting.

    “My dear niece, I have transformed into a Half-Ghost Body, an Undying being.

    You cannot kill me.”

    Shadowy figures flitted about, and Yin Qi regenerated.

    Zhuo Wenbin’s body coalesced again, seemingly unharmed by Zhuo Junting’s attack.

    “Blood Soul Technique!”

    A chaotic blood light filled the air, and a malevolent energy arose.

    In Zhuo Junting’s mind, a set of extremely arcane scriptures suddenly emerged.

    Although she could not understand them, she felt, as if guided by some mystical force, that she knew how to truly annihilate Zhuo Wenbin.

    With a fierce scream, she transformed into a beam of blood light and swallowed Zhuo Wenbin whole.

    “Ah!”

    Amidst harrowing screams, the ghostly aura dissolved.

    Within the terrifying blood light, Zhuo Wenbin was horrified to find his newly condensed Half-Ghost Body rapidly dissipating, a change that filled him with the terror of death.

    “I...I am Undying...Ghost...Old Ghost, save me...”

    Zhuo Wenbin’s screams turned increasingly feeble as he was devoured by the blood light, leaving not even a trace of his essence behind.

    Bang!

    As the blood light faded, Zhuo Junting’s body reappeared, her complexion deathly pale and her breaths shallow and labored.

    Yet her opening and closing eyes burned with indescribable loathing.

    “No...impossible...impossible...”

    “He has a Half-Ghost Body, an Undying existence.

    How could he be killed?” The Old Ghost’s voice trembled, as if unable to believe what he had witnessed.

    “Undying?”

    A scornful look flashed in Ye Xuan’s eyes as he spoke calmly, “Do not speak of a mere Half-Ghost Body, even the legendary Immortals would not dare claim they are Undying.”

    “You mortals are truly foolish.”

    As Ye Xuan’s words rang in the air, the Old Ghost suddenly awoke from his daze and looked sharply at Ye Xuan, stepping back in utter fear and asking, “Who...who exactly are you?”

    It was no wonder the Old Ghost feared Ye Xuan.

    To revive someone deemed certain to die and bestow upon them such eerie power was impossible if Ye Xuan were an Ancient Martial Artist, but if he were a Cultivator, his methods still seemed utterly different.

    At this moment!

    Ye Xuan was calm, yet his aura was profoundly heavy, as if a massive mountain pressed down upon the Old Ghost’s heart.

    “I give you two choices: take your own life here, or be killed by my hand,” Ye Xuan said in a deep voice.

    With a mountainous pressure and the encroaching sensation of death, the Old Ghost, who had lived for decades and had an astutely discerning eye, could tell that Ye Xuan was not merely speaking—he truly intended to kill him.

    “Mr.

    Ye, as the saying goes, leave room for reconciliation, for we may meet again in the future.

    Although I have no idea who you are, I am a disciple of Dragon and Tiger Mountain.

    If I die by your hand today, Dragon and Tiger Mountain will not let you go,” the ghastly elder warned in a fierce, yet restrained tone.

    “Kill him!”

    Ye Xuan spoke softly, without any superfluous words.

    Zhuo Junting, with a fierce and cruel laugh, transformed into a Blood Shadow once again and viciously swooped towards the man.

    “Soul Destruction Spell!”

    Ye Xuan, without hesitation, forced a drastic change in the ghastly elder’s complexion.

    He swiftly manipulated the spell, and streams of yin light burst forth from his hands, shooting rapidly towards Zhuo Junting.

    “Ah!”

    As the yin light penetrated her body, Zhuo Junting staggered, with her blood light appearing somewhat illusory, evidently sustaining some damage under the ghastly elder’s Daoist Skill.

    “Hmm?”

    “Interesting.”

    Seeing the spell from the ghastly elder’s hands, Ye Xuan’s eyes brightened with a hint of amusement.

    If Ye Xuan wasn’t mistaken, this man was using a Ghost Technique, but such a technique was extremely crude, hardly impressive, and certainly not worthy of Ye Xuan’s attention.

    What truly surprised Ye Xuan was that even a lowly skill required Spiritual Energy to be activated, a symbol of embarking on the path of Cultivation.

    However, Ye Xuan couldn’t sense any Spiritual Energy in the ghastly elder, and yet the man could still cast the Ghost Technique without any Spiritual Energy to aid him, which Ye Xuan found somewhat peculiar.

    “Stand down.”

    Upon Ye Xuan’s instruction, Junting cast a venomous look at the ghastly elder and then refrained from attacking him any further.

    But this was not the situation the ghastly elder wished for.

    He would rather fight to the death against Junting than confront Ye Xuan.

    As an expelled disciple of Dragon and Tiger Mountain with mediocre Cultivation, he possessed an extremely acute perception.

    If Ye Xuan took action, he knew he would stand no chance of survival.

    “Mr.

    Ye, don’t push me.”

    As Ye Xuan casually walked towards him, the ghastly elder kept retreating, a Golden Bell appearing in his hand, desperation filling his eyes.

    Boom!

    With a step forward, the void rumbled, and to the ghastly elder’s horror, Ye Xuan appeared right in front of him.

    Before he could ring the Golden Bell, Ye Xuan’s crystalline jade-like palm had already pressed down upon his Heavenly Spirit.

    “Let’s see why there is no trace of Spiritual Energy within you, yet you’re able to cast a Ghost Technique.”

    “Soul Searching and Soul Stealing!”

    Ye Xuan enunciated each word, his eyes emitting a sinister blood light, instantly rendering the ghastly elder’s eyes dull, as if he had lost his soul, reduced to a walking corpse.

    A full ten minutes passed, and when the blood light dissipated from Ye Xuan’s eyes, he lifted his hand from the ghastly elder’s Heavenly Spirit, revealing the man to have crumbled to the ground like a lump of mud.

    His lifeless eyes proved he was dead beyond any doubt.

    The death of the ghastly elder caused no stir in Ye Xuan’s heart, yet a trace of admiration flashed through his eyes.

    True to its name, Soul Searching and Soul Stealing was a heinously cruel secret technique, capable not only of reading the ghastly elder’s memories but also ensuring the destruction of his soul upon completion of the spell, denying even the chance for reincarnation.

    From the memories of the ghastly elder, Ye Xuan finally understood why someone who wasn’t a Cultivator could cast Ghost Technique.

    Dragon and Tiger Mountain, a Taoist Sacred Land, where in the distant past, true Cultivators had indeed existed.

    The ghastly elder’s real name was Liu Qi, and the ghastly elder was merely an alias.

    He was once a disciple of Dragon and Tiger Mountain but was forced into hiding in Jiangnan City after stealing the Netherworld True Script and being pursued for his crime by Dragon and Tiger Mountain.

    But that was not the point!