Within the small courtyard, wisps of Yin energy billowed and rose, enveloping the surroundings, muffling the sounds from outside as if isolating this space.

Sun Lingtong, small in stature like a three-year-old child, possessed a head of short, glossy black hair. His eyes were large and distinct, black and white, his cheeks fleshy, and his skin tender and smooth.

He was trapped in the center of the courtyard.

Before him and behind him stood a black-robed demonic cultivator, one with triangular eyes and the other with a hooked nose.

To Sun Lingtong’s right, a shadow, as if alive, solidified against the courtyard wall.

Within the embrace of the shadow, Han Ming flickered into view.

Her face was beautiful, yet tinged with a deathly gray. Her expression, twisted by excessive resentment and hatred, made her appear exceptionally ferocious.

“The situation is unfavorable!” Sun Lingtong thought to himself.

He could clearly sense the isolation between himself and the surroundings, as if the once-clear world had suddenly been obscured by a layer of rough glass.

With this sensation, Sun Lingtong knew that he had fallen into a formation.

The reason the formation wasn’t outwardly visible was simply because the opponents were biding their time.

“Three enemies against one of me, and all of them at the Foundation Establishment stage…” Sun Lingtong observed the two black-robed demonic cultivators in front and behind him, as well as Han Ming in the corner.

His gaze swept swiftly around, pausing on Han Ming.

“Han Ming possesses the innate talent of Yin Corpse Qi.”

“Most of her body has already transformed into a zombie, rendering ordinary attacks ineffective against her.”

Sun Lingtong weighed his options in his mind, while outwardly displaying a look of panic. “Wait, everyone, don’t get so excited!”

“I am a disciple of the Non-Void Sect! You must consider the consequences of attacking me!”

“If I die by your hands, there will surely be a mark left behind. You must think carefully about the Non-Void Sect’s future retaliation!”

The two black-robed demonic cultivators remained expressionless, while Han Ming gnashed her teeth. “Worried about the Non-Void Sect’s retaliation? When you schemed against me, were you not afraid of the Soul Devouring Sect’s revenge?”

Sun Lingtong quickly replied, “I didn’t scheme against you! It wasn’t my intention.”

“It’s just that the Hanging Temple offered such a high price, it was too tempting to resist!”

“The black smoke that dazed you wasn’t from me. It was the Hanging Temple! The one who imprisoned and humiliated you was also the Hanging Temple! Go find him!”

“We’re not enemies! I’m just taking money to do a job!”

“As long as you pay me, I’ll be your comrade!”

“Comrade?”

Han Ming raised her voice, her face filled with mockery and disdain. “Do you think I’ll fall for the same trick twice?”

“Still want money?”

“Heh, are you blind? Can’t you see the situation at hand?”

“Forget it, killing you and extracting your soul for a search will achieve the same result.”

“Attack…”

“Hold on!”

Sun Lingtong shouted, “I know you’ve set up a formation, but you need to understand something.”

“This is Fire Persimmon Immortal City.”

“The formation you’ve laid out will inevitably trigger a reaction from the city’s Immortal Array. How long can it last?”

“I’m trapped inside the formation and can’t escape, so I’ll definitely fight you to the death!”

“In that case, wouldn’t that old thing, the Hanging Temple, die laughing?”

“Let’s sit down and talk this over! There’s no need for a life-or-death struggle!”

Sun Lingtong pleaded earnestly.

Under normal circumstances, his words might have had some effect.

But now, after Meng Kui cast the Sitting Mountain Watching Tigers Fight spell, the field of destiny had affected everyone present.

Han Ming declared sharply, “He’s stalling for time! Attack!”

As she spoke, she formed hand seals, opened her small mouth, and exhaled a gust of black-gray Yin wind.

Hand seals, body seals, and mind seals!

These were among the main methods used in the cultivation world to assist in casting spells.

The two black-robed demonic cultivators likewise performed the same technique, blowing out two more streams of Yin wind.

The Yin wind appeared slow but was actually swift, coming from three directions, about to encircle Sun Lingtong.

Sun Lingtong activated his spiritual power, and his figure abruptly vanished from his original position.

When he reappeared, he was already beside the courtyard wall on the left.

The Yin wind missed its target, converging into a swirling vortex, continuing to pursue Sun Lingtong.

This was the advantage of having the same master.

All three of them primarily cultivated the Soul Devouring Art. Even though each person’s spiritual power possessed individual characteristics and was not identical, the essence was similar.

This allowed their spells to temporarily fuse rather than violently clash.

Sun Lingtong tried to leap over the courtyard wall, but suddenly Yin energy howled before his eyes. The ground cracked open, and surging Yin wind rushed out of the cracks.

The Yin wind surged, soaring into the sky, forming a wall of Yin wind five or six feet thick and two zhang high.

There was more than one Yin wind wall. In the next breath, the courtyard walls were torn down, replaced by the violently blowing black-gray Yin wind.

“Within my Yin Wind Barrel Formation, Sun Lingtong, where do you think you can run?”

The hooked-nose demonic cultivator laughed triumphantly.

Sun Lingtong had no way forward, and the icy whirlwind blew from behind.

He cursed under his breath, extending his left hand and forming a hand seal with his fingers.

The next moment, he flattened his left hand, forming a ball of lightning in his palm.

Palm Lightning!

With a loud bang, the lightning shattered the Yin wind.

But the triangular-eyed demonic cultivator’s fine needle magical artifact arrived in the chaos, silently stabbing toward the back of Sun Lingtong’s head.

If he were struck, Sun Lingtong would either die or be seriously injured.

In the nick of time, Sun Lingtong’s eyes flashed with spiritual light. He abruptly turned around, his gaze locked onto the fine needle magical artifact.

His left hand had just cast lightning magic and couldn’t be used, so he reached into his robe with his right hand and tossed out a handkerchief.

The handkerchief flew out, wrapping around the fine needle magical artifact.

Sun Lingtong giggled, lightly leaping, his right hand seizing the handkerchief, forcefully ensnaring the fine needle magical artifact.

The triangular-eyed demonic cultivator’s expression instantly changed.

He frantically activated his spiritual power, expending his divine sense, trying to summon the fine needle magical artifact back.

But after the handkerchief wrapped around it, his connection to the fine needle magical artifact was reduced by more than half.

By the time Sun Lingtong grabbed it, the triangular-eyed demonic cultivator could barely sense the needle.

The demonic cultivator was greatly shaken, recognizing it: “Non-Void Sect, Treasure Snaring Technique!”

The fine needle entered the final stage of frantic struggle within the handkerchief.

Sun Lingtong was about to succeed when Han Ming pounced over.

“Let go!”

Han Ming’s movements were stiff, but her speed was extremely fast. Her fingers spread wide, reaching out to grab Sun Lingtong.

Her fingernails were unusually sharp, appearing blackish-purple, drawing ten sharp streaks of light in the air, and a sweet, fishy odor assailed the nostrils.

Sun Lingtong’s hair stood on end. He hurriedly released his grip, abandoning the fine needle and the handkerchief, and explosively retreated.

The fine needle and handkerchief fell to the ground.

Han Ming’s nature was ruthless. She had vowed revenge even against Sun Lie in the past.
Before, Sun Lingtong had schemed against her, and she held an extreme hatred for this disciple of the Bukong Sect.

Every move she made aimed directly at Sun Lingtong’s vital points.

Sun Lingtong retreated again and again, not daring to meet her head-on.

Han Ming, relying on her innate talent, had also cultivated the Immortal Corpse Transformation Great Art, and could be considered a body cultivator.

Sun Lingtong cultivated the Bukong Sect’s techniques, and upon establishing her foundation, she primarily cultivated her Divine Sea.

The foundations of the middle dantian’s Qi Sea and the lower dantian’s Essence Sea were no match for the upper dantian.

Han Ming relentlessly pressed forward, fully displaying the might of her zombie physique, ruthless and insidious.

Sun Lingtong dodged left and right, her movements extremely agile. Despite her spirit treasures being far inferior to Han Ming’s, she was able to maintain the situation.

The two black-clad Soul Devouring Sect demon cultivators watching from the sidelines gradually discerned the subtleties.

“Sun Lingtong’s combat experience is extremely rich.”

“Han Ming has a great advantage, but she is not proficient in martial arts. She has the advantage, but cannot establish it in a short time!”

“Help her!”

The two reached a consensus through sound transmission.

The Hook-Nosed man activated the Yin Wind Barrel Gorge Formation, causing the Yin Wind walls to squeeze inward.

The Triangular-Eyed man recalled his fine needle magic weapon, reversed it to collect Sun Lingtong’s handkerchief magic weapon, and once again urged his divine sense.

The fine needle flew out, circling around to coordinate with Han Ming, and stabbed at Sun Lingtong.

Sun Lingtong was besieged by the three, struggling to cope. First, she was struck by several fine needles, and her protective magic was almost shattered.

Then, Han Ming’s fingernails clawed at her, and after being poisoned, she quickly swallowed a medicinal pill.

Finally, the Yin Wind walls squeezed inward, and Sun Lingtong finally succeeded in casting a spell.

Void Piercing Technique!

He took a big step backward, and spatial ripples were generated, enveloping him from behind.

After retreating, he disappeared into thin air.

The next moment, he appeared behind Han Ming and the others.

Standing on the other side of the Yin Wind Barrel Gorge Formation, he finally created some distance.

Sun Lingtong’s expression was extremely solemn.

Han Ming turned around and sneered, “Sun Lingtong, now that we know you are from the Bukong Sect, how could we not be wary of the Void Piercing Technique?”

Sun Lingtong’s childlike face showed a ferocious look for the first time, “Good, good, good! Since you are forcing me so hard, even if I lose my life, I will drag all of you down with me!”

Han Ming: “Wishful thinking!”

She urged her mana, pinched hand seals, and spat out a stream of ghostly green fire.

Sun Lingtong shouted sharply and took out a gourd from his bosom.

A stream of frigid water spewed out from the mouth of the gourd.

Ghost fire and cold water collided, stirring up a sky full of mist.

Sun Lingtong’s eyes shone with spiritual light, easily piercing through the mist. Abandoning Han Ming, he rushed towards the Hook-Nosed man.

The Hook-Nosed man was the one in charge of the formation. Killing him was the only way for Sun Lingtong to break the spell and escape the predicament.

However, the three Soul Devouring Sect members had already anticipated this move. The Hook-Nosed man retreated backward and disappeared into the Yin Wind.

The Triangular-Eyed man and Han Ming immediately chased after him and engaged in a tumultuous brawl with Sun Lingtong.

Sun Lingtong abandoned his previous evasive fighting style, sparing no effort, expending essence and spirit, frequently casting spells, and throwing out various magic weapons.

For a time, the two sides fought on more equal terms.

“This Sun Lingtong has quite a few trinkets.”

The Hook-Nosed man exclaimed after controlling the formation to destroy a magic weapon dart.

“The people of the Bukong Sect are all light-fingered. Sun Lingtong has been accumulating in the black market for so many years, these magic weapons must have been stolen by him,” the Triangular-Eyed man said.

Han Ming was displeased, “Kill Sun Lingtong quickly. When the battle is over, you will have plenty of time to chat.”

The Hook-Nosed man snorted coldly, “Han Ming, what is your attitude? We saved you!”

Triangular-Eyes: “If not for us, you would still be bound by iron chains! This is your enemy, we have helped you to this extent, it’s already enough!”

The Hook-Nosed man and the Triangular-Eyed man both reduced their strength.

As Sun Lingtong fought harder and harder, these two black-clad demon cultivators became somewhat fearful.

They preferred to let Han Ming lead the charge and weaken Sun Lingtong.

If they could force out a few trump cards and inflict them on Han Ming, wouldn’t the two black-clad men be even safer?

Demonic cultivators are more adept at fighting alone, and also prefer to fight alone.

The biggest feature of demonic arts is that they can use fellow cultivators as resources for cultivation.

From this point of view, demon sect brothers have a strong motivation to turn against each other.

After jointly besieging Sun Lingtong for a while, internal strife broke out among the three Soul Devouring Sect members.

The pressure dropped sharply.

Sun Lingtong’s side felt it very clearly.

This gave him a chance to breathe.

A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he changed his tactics again, focusing on dodging, and only occasionally urging spells or magic weapons to attack Han Ming or the Yin Qi walls.

If you defend for too long, you will eventually lose!

Han Ming spat out ghost fire, burning Sun Lingtong’s whole body with icy cold, and a head of black hair burned into a white-gray color.

Her fingernails were extremely sharp and carried corpse poison.

Sun Lingtong had many wounds all over his body.

The flesh at the wounds rotted, emitting a stench of corpses.

Han Ming’s Soul-Seizing Shuttle was what Sun Lingtong feared the most. He would rather endure other magic weapons than let the Soul-Seizing Shuttle get close.

“Hahahaha, hahahaha!”

“Sun Lingtong, when you framed me that day, did you ever think of today?”

“I will definitely capture and kill you, extract your soul, and let you taste the Soul Punishments of our Soul Devouring Sect.”

Han Ming’s eyes were filled with blood, and the revenge made her feel incomparably happy, immersed in an almost crazy excitement.

Sun Lingtong was forced into a corner.

“Die!”

Han Ming screamed, exerting her power to the limit, the ghost fire was blazing, condensing a Yin Fire Python, opening its mouth to swallow Sun Lingtong.

At the critical moment of life and death, Sun Lingtong suddenly let out a sly laugh.

“Want me to die?”

“Hehehe, the three of you are far from it yet!”

The next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared!

“It’s the Void Piercing Technique again!”

The Triangular-Eyed man exclaimed in a low voice.

“It doesn’t matter, he is in my Yin Wind Barrel Gorge Formation.”

“Not good…”

The Hook-Nosed man’s expression suddenly changed drastically.

The vast Yin Wind blew incessantly, and the wind wall formed by it collapsed in this moment.

The Hook-Nosed man had been presiding over the formation, and under the drastic change, he immediately suffered a terrifying backlash.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and immediately fell to the ground, unconscious.

“What’s going on?”

While the Triangular-Eyed man was suspicious, Sun Lingtong had already flashed behind him.

Chichi!

The snow-bright dagger was extremely sharp, easily piercing the Triangular-Eyed man’s lower back.

Then, the dagger burst out with a bright blue electric current, fiercely impacting the Triangular-Eyed man’s internal organs.

The Triangular-Eyed man trembled violently, like an epileptic seizure.

In just a few blinks of an eye, his eyes rolled back, he looked up, and a black smoke emerged from his throat.

Plop…

He also fell to the ground, unconscious!
“Only you remain!” Sun Lingtong, no longer the disheveled figure from before, now possessed eyes that shone with burning light, her fighting spirit soaring.

Han Ming was enraged, “Losing those two burdens makes no difference!”

With that, she launched an assault upon Sun Lingtong.

Sun Lingtong took a deep breath, each hand gripping a dagger-type magical artifact, ceaselessly pouring in her power and channeling her strength.

The daggers’ light flickered incessantly, appearing like butterflies flapping their wings, taking flight.

The butterfly-like blades of light were dazzling and beautiful, picturesque to behold, yet they exuded not a trace of magical energy, having been restrained to the utmost limit.

Sun Lingtong’s self-created blade technique – Butterfly Wing Blades.

A swarm of butterflies surrounded Han Ming.

Han Ming was enveloped in a miasma of ghostly wind, spitting forth spectral flames, utilizing both fists and feet, attacking with all her might, yet every blow landed on empty air.

The butterfly blade lights were exquisitely agile, some gently grazing her skin, others passing through her limbs and flying out from behind.

From the butterfly swarm’s formation to its attack, and then its dissipation, at most, only five breaths passed.

Han Ming stood rooted to the spot, unmoving.

Her eyes were wide with disbelief.

“This… this is your true strength?” She managed to utter with difficulty.

As the words left her lips, her head fell from her body, her torso was diagonally sliced in two, the upper half also crashing to the ground.

Along with her descent, her limbs were also severed, scattered across the ground.

Blood gushed forth, quickly forming a pool around Han Ming’s corpse.

End of Chapter.