Corpse Burier: I Can Nourish Corpse

Chapter 197: Chapter 116: The Weakness of Fate Arts, Ten-Realm Yin Soul

”Isn’t Divine Extinction Thousand Peaks the upper sect of Deadman Peak?”

Wen Jiu asked.

Liu Qianling paused, then suddenly laughed, ”It turns out Fellow Daoist is not a Heterodox Cultivator from the Far West, no wonder you look unfamiliar.”

In Liu Qianling’s view, if one were a Heterodox Cultivator from the Far West, having cultivated to this point, they would surely know the situation of the Far West.

Liu Qianling did not hesitate to explain, ”All the upper sects of the Three Sects and Six Peaks are Divine Extinction Thousand Peaks. The so-called upper sects are nothing more than larger forces, just like the relationship between sects and family forces.”

Family forces can only practice ordinary cultivation techniques and magic techniques, and can only dwell in places with scarce Spiritual Qi. Similarly, for the so-called upper sects, it’s the same; that Master of Deadman Peak, Celestial Official Bai, obtained an opportunity he shouldn’t have had.

Then he can only die!

Divine Extinction Thousand Peaks doesn’t want a strong Deadman Peak; they always just want a group of dogs that can get things done. When a dog gets up on the table and eats what the owner should eat, then it’s only natural for the main peak to kill him!”

”How do you know this?” Wen Jiu pressed further.

At the same time, he readied himself with heightened vigilance.

Prepared to use the Blood Corpse Escape at any moment.

To use the Avoidance Technique of Soul Capture.

He knows too much!

Liu Qianling did not continue to answer, only coldly stared at Wen Jiu, ”I’ve said enough, Fellow Daoist, today you assisted Deadman Peak. I won’t ask the reason, nor do I wish to pursue it, but from today onwards, you will be without a place to hide!”

After these words.

Liu Qianling did not make a move.

Nor did he leave.

This verbal threat, in Wen Jiu’s view, seemed more like a lure.

If it isn’t a trap, Wen Jiu thinks Liu Qianling indeed has some measure.

But regardless of whether Liu Qianling truly has measure or is pretending, Wen Jiu wants to figure out the situation of this fate technique. What can be confirmed is that the fate technique cannot spy his true identity, only locate him.

Otherwise, Liu Qianling wouldn’t say so much.

But for the fate technique to lock onto him without knowing his true identity, it must have its remarkable aspect.

Avoiding it is a big problem.

After all, he still wants to return to Deadman Peak.

”Helping Deadman Peak was merely to repay an old favor from years ago, which has now been settled. Naturally, I won’t assist again,” Wen Jiu added, ”If you can still catch up with me, then joining your Celestial Left Alliance is no problem!”

Wen Jiu wanted to test if the distance was the reason the other party could track him.

If it’s not.

Then he might as well join this Celestial Left Alliance.

Because he genuinely wants this fate technique.

Liu Qianling paused, the next moment seeing Wen Jiu vanish from where he stood, the aura before his eyes gone entirely.

”Darn,” Liu Qianling thought to himself it was bad, immediately pulling out a Sound Transmission Talisman to contact Yin Yang Dust, ”Fellow Daoist, if you can still track him, he’s willing to enter the Celestial Left Alliance. Can you still calculate his position now?”

After thirty breaths.

A heavy voice came from the Sound Transmission Talisman.

”In such a short time, he managed to move a hundred miles away from you, this person’s escape technique is indeed extraordinary.”

”This...”

Rage surged within Liu Qianling’s heart, only feeling a piercing pain from head to toe, even harder to endure than before.

At the same time, Wen Jiu continuously used the Blood Corpse Escape six times, almost exhausting the Corpse Qi of the Three Evil Flying Corpses and soon hid in a stone cave, replenishing it with the Corpse Qi from Three Thousand Blood Inks and Mu Yuanlong.

While waiting for Liu Qianling to arrive, the Corpse Qi from the bodies of Three Thousand Blood Inks and Mu Yuanlong was absorbed entirely by the Three Evil Flying Corpses.

Three Thousand Blood Inks’ Corpse Qi restored nearly sixty percent of the Corpse Qi for the Three Evil Flying Corpses, Mu Yuanlong’s Corpse Qi helped recover thirty percent.

A total of ninety percent.

This was beyond Wen Jiu’s expectations.

He originally thought five percent recovery would be good.

”He hasn’t caught up,” Wen Jiu quietly sensed the Corpse Qi Mark he secretly left on Liu Qianling’s clothes.

Liu Qianling was growing farther and farther away from him.

”It seems distance indeed affects the calculation of the fate technique,” Wen Jiu quickly stepped out of the cave residence, pursuing Liu Qianling.

Since distance affects the fate technique.

Then it should be his turn next.

Heading north all the way.

Wen Jiu chased for a day.

Finally waited until Liu Qianling stopped.

Wen Jiu approached while remaining alert for the feeling of fate technique calculating his position to reappear.

However.

It never emerged.

Until Wen Jiu arrived outside Liu Qianling’s hidden perilous place, it still did not appear. Using the Three Rivers Ghost Concealment, Wen Jiu then employed a Blood Corpse Escape to penetrate the interlocking triple concealment array inside and outside the perilous place.

After landing, he heard various wailing sounds, like hundreds or thousands of mosquitoes buzzing by his ear.

Three Yin Spirits plunged into the deep pit below, presenting hundreds or thousands of iron cages before his eyes.

They were hung on either side of the pit walls.

What was trapped in the cages were not beasts or livestock, but low-tier wanderers of varying ages.

They were pierced by iron chains and imprisoned inside the cages, constantly emitting anguished wails. Along with the rise of a ghostly aura, hundreds or thousands of cultivators began violently shivering, their bodies continuously crashing against the iron bars of the cages.

Bang ——

Bang ——

Bang ——

”Liu Qianling is using the life force of these thousands to heal his injuries.” Today, Wen Jiu finally witnessed it.

Collecting his thoughts, Wen Jiu’s gaze fell on Liu Qianling, seated cross-legged within the Yin Array of the deep pit, simultaneously using Blood Corpse Escape and deploying the Avoidance Technique of Soul Capture Divine Techniques.

Instantaneously, the dozen prohibitions within the deep pit were triggered simultaneously, the trap activated along with them.

Originally frantically absorbing life force to recover his injuries, Liu Qianling’s eyes abruptly opened.

Someone!

When these two words appeared in his mind, an immense sense of impending death surged strongly within his heart.

However, before he could react, the Avoidance Technique of Soul Capture already took control, rendering him incapable of moving an inch.