Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses-Chapter 652 - 600: Beyond the Martial Artist, True Martial Association (Merged - )
Inside the ninth prison cell, there are uneven black-gray rock walls, varying sizes of cave entrances, and tunnels of different heights.
Occasionally, you can hear the ’woo woo woo’ sound of the wind and other strange shrieks, with a spicy sulfur-like scent filling the nose and mouth.
Lou Yi declined several invitations from members of the Yellow Springs Sect and ventured into one of the cave entrances alone.
He hadn’t walked far when a blurry white shadow flew out from the rock wall, lunging fiercely at him. He could instantly feel the cold, damp breath.
At Lou Yi’s fingertips, a faint green mist instantly spread out, rushing toward the white shadow as if it had a life of its own, causing its body to stiffen in mid-air.
Following that, numerous cracks and holes appeared on its body, and it began to disintegrate rapidly, eventually transforming into a puddle of yellow oily liquid falling into Lou Yi’s hand.
Despite a faint desire for devouring arising from within his body, he still placed it into a specially made semi-transparent white jade bottle, leaving a shallow layer at the bottom.
At his current level, he requires a vast amount of mystical liquid to enhance his power, and this amount isn’t even enough to fill a gap between his teeth.
Lou Yi continued onward, and the number of white shadows decreased, gradually transforming into larger, more substantial red shadows.
Yet under the effect of the Poison Talent, they are incredibly fragile. Once they encounter the poisonous mist, they are thoroughly corroded, leaving only the purest mystical liquid.
’The Poison Talent inflicts nearly as much damage to these near-Spirit Bodies.’ Lou Yi thought to himself, feeling increasingly satisfied with the mutation of this talent.
Soon, Lou Yi arrived at the massive underground space within the ninth prison cell, where numerous cave entrances extended.
Many people were already present, and various conversations reached his ears.
"Brother Liu, it’s roughly enough here, isn’t it? Going any further may lead to danger, and we’ve collected almost enough mystical liquid."
"I’ve heard that our sect has dispatched quite a few protectors this time, heading to the abyss to seize an extremely important treasure..."
"Have you heard? The Old Golden Core from the Corpse-Driving Sect has only seven or eight years to live."
When he dies, all the major forces will surely unite to attack and divide this piece of fat meat, making it a grand feast at that time..."
Soon after, several members of the Yellow Springs Sect also entered this iconic square.
However, not many had the intention to continue advancing; most stopped right here.
Lou Yi, confident in his skills and courage, was about to proceed, but he suddenly furrowed his brow and halted.
’Whizz, whizz, whizz!’
With his extraordinary sense, he could hear several sharp sounds piercing through the air from afar.
Soon, other cultivators heard it too, each looking in astonishment toward one of the cave entrances.
Five tall and robust men, wrapped in an intense Qi-Blood, flew out from there.
Each wielded long spears, curved blades, and other weapons glinting with a cold light, their bodies enveloped in a flame-like red glow, sending waves of heat rolling forth.
"Who are these people? We haven’t seen them before, have we?"
"No way, they aren’t from the Yellow Springs Sect!
The guards at the entrance, what on earth were they doing? How could they let them in?" someone exclaimed in anger.
"Oh, are you talking about this guy?" A middle-aged man in black, holding a silver long spear, sneered coldly, casually tossing out something.
It rolled a few times on the ground, ending up before everyone—it was a blood-stained head.
The head wore a copper monkey mask, belonging to the yellow-clothed man who had guarded the prison entrance previously.
"The guard was killed?" All members of the Yellow Springs Sect present felt a chilling fear creeping over them.
The guards of the Dark Shadow Realm, each at least possessing Foundation Establishment level cultivation, had powers far exceeding these late-stage Qi Refining cultivators.
Even he surrendered without resistance. What means do the sect members here have?
"Run fast!" Several members, in a panic, scattered toward various cave entrances and fled.
A young man wearing blue clothes among the intruders flashed a cold gleam in his eyes, and a finely carved golden leaf appeared in his hand.
He flicked it with his fingers, and it flew out with a ’swish, swish, swish,’ leaving distinct white trails in the air.
It accurately struck the backs of those fleeing members, causing them to fall dead with a ’bang,’ completely lifeless.
"Everyone, we are here today for a reason. Follow our instructions, and you’ll survive.
Don’t think about escaping. Otherwise, they will serve as your cautionary example," warned the middle-aged man holding the silver spear coldly.
Thus, the members of the Yellow Springs Sect present were coerced by these mysterious intruders, being driven deeper into the prison from the square.
Lou Yi naturally mingled among them, though his mind was greatly shaken.
Because he noticed that these five men weren’t the usual Qi Cultivators or Body Cultivators prevalent in the cultivation realm. They radiated Gang Qi—they were genuine Martial Artists!
Furthermore, each seemed to be at a level comparable to the Martial Saint Realm, with cultivation not inferior to those Foundation Establishment Cultivators.
Of course, they couldn’t compare to an anomaly like him, who could slay layers of Spirit Platforms. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
And yet, it was his first time in this world encountering Martial Artists above the rank of Martial Artist or advanced practitioners, and all at once, there were five.
Lou Yi casually tossed a probe towards one of them:
[Name: Fang Xiaochui]
[Age: 53/?]
[Realm: Mid True Martial]
[Cultivation Technique: Xuanwu True Fixation Technique]
[Attributes: None]
The one Lou Yi probed was a black-faced man among the five.
Holding two wolf fang clubs, he was over eight feet tall with muscles bulging like rocks, a stout figure, and a chest covered in dense black hair.
