blenderwars Chapter 196 There Is A Ghost In The Holy World! Beitang Feng Who Would Rather Die Than Surrender! (6
Chapter 196 There Is A Ghost In The Holy World! Beitang Feng Who Would Rather Die Than Surrender! (6
Chapter 196: There are Ghosts in the Holy Realm! The Indomitable Beitang Feng! (6300 words)
The method Wang Xiu used on Shi Ming was called the Soul Pursuit Curse, which came from the Underworld Emperor's Prison Suppression Scripture.
It allows one to sense the opponent's presence and movements within a certain range.
Be prepared!
Calculating the time, it has been over half a month since the last encounter with Shi Ming and the others.
Until today.
Only then did the mark react and light up.
Wang Xiu sensed Shi Ming's movements and quickly moved towards a place not far from here.
Wang Xiu pondered and summoned a brand new puppet, holding not a bone staff, but a golden gun!
This puppet was made using puppetry techniques by Wang Xiu.
It was mainly made of dragon bones.
Numerous formations were engraved on it, which could mobilize the remaining spiritual aura in the dragon bones, condense the spiritual energy from all directions, and unleash a devastating blow with great power.
Wang Xiu named the puppet with the bone staff "Di Sha Wei" and the puppet with the golden dragon gun "Tian Gang Wei".
They were divided into categories based on their birth time, such as "Jia, Yi, Bing, Ding".
For example, the one with the bone staff before was called "Sha Jia".
The one in front of him now was named "Gang Jia"!
Imagine one day when a complete enhanced group is assembled.
The scene would definitely be spectacular.
In the Dragon Scale Space, the huge dragon bones, like mountains, were enough to support him in achieving such a scene.
Of course, it was only the beginning now.
"Go!" Wang Xiu ordered Gang Jia to penetrate deep into the dense forest to find Shi Ming's whereabouts. He needed to test Gang Jia's combat power first.
"Yes, master!" Gang Jia obeyed the order and turned into a golden light, disappearing into the deep forest.
...
The ancient forest was still bustling.
The battles between the various geniuses had entered a white-hot stage.
With more and more heavenly treasures being discovered, the frequency of clashes between major forces was increasing, and intense battles could be seen everywhere.
Wang Xiu followed the information sent back by the Soul Pursuit Curse and controlled Gang Jia to catch up.
Along the way, he passed through many battlefields and heard many voices.
"I heard that our eldest senior brother also went to trouble Xuanji Saint Child today!"
"Not only him, but also many top-ranked Grotto-Heaven Saint Children and unmatched geniuses on the Gold Core List went together. The lineup was huge, aiming to put pressure on Xuanji Saint Child and make him submit!"
"And what was the result?"
"The result is that Xuanji Saint Child is indeed resolute and proud. Despite being challenged by various Saint Children and Saintesses one after another, he always held back and refused to use that golden puppet!"
"Wow! Does he think those Saint Children and Saintesses are not worthy of him using his strongest means? This is a blatant insult!"
"I've heard that Xuanji Saint Child Beitang Feng is arrogant and looks down on others. Now we've truly seen it! He would rather be beaten black and blue than fight back..."
"Amazing, amazing. Hey...what was that thing that just passed by? It was like lightning? Golden in color!"
"Probably an illusion, right?"
"Hidden Secret Saint Child? Beito Feng?"
Wang Xiu furrowed his brows slightly. He had heard of this name before. To become a Great Grandmaster-level Puppet Master at such a young age was a rare occurrence in hundreds of years.
He didn't expect him to be so extraordinary. He could withstand the attacks of many Grotto-Heaven's Saint Children and Saintesses, remaining aloof and not even bothering to retaliate.
This South State land is truly a hidden dragon and crouching tiger.
Impressive.
If there's a chance, I need to get to know him!
Hmm, he also has golden puppets. We should have some common topics to discuss!
......
Suddenly, the Ganga Armor entered an extremely quiet environment.
It was dark and lightless here.
There was no sound, as silent as death.
Wang Xiu instinctively felt that something was wrong. He controlled the Ganga Armor to enter stealth mode, and the light of the runes on his body faintly lit up and then disappeared, activated by the Azure Lotus Formation engraved by Wang Xiu in the core of the puppet.
Immediately, all traces of his presence vanished, as if he had never appeared before.
He cautiously moved forward.
On a hillside, a figure in black stood with hands behind his back, waiting here. It was Shi Ming.
"Weird, he seems different from before," Wang Xiu sensed the images transmitted back by the puppet and couldn't help but furrow his brows, but he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.
He just instinctively felt that Shi Ming was completely different from before.
He stood in place, facing away from the direction of the Ganga Armor, waiting for someone.
"Come out!" Shi Ming suddenly spoke, as if talking to the air.
Wang Xiu was startled. Could he have been discovered?
Or is he trying to deceive me?
The Ganga Armor was engraved with Wang Xiu's carefully arranged Azure Lotus Heaven Concealing Formation, which made it difficult for ordinary geniuses to perceive.
Wang Xiu was confident and controlled the Ganga Armor, not moving, choosing to continue lurking.
"If you don't come out, I'll leave!" Shi Ming spoke again.
Wang Xiu narrowed his eyes, held his breath, and still chose to let the Ganga Armor continue to lurk.
It was quiet all around for a long time.
Finally, a hazy gray light emerged from the darkness and converged into a blurry figure standing in front of Shi Ming.
The figure was surrounded by the light of runes, indistinct and difficult to see clearly, as if it was just a projection.
"You are indeed cautious!" Shi Ming looked at the blurry figure with a faint playful smile.
Wang Xiu felt even more strongly that this Shi Ming was completely different from the one he had encountered before.
"To make a deal with you, I have to be cautious, right?" The voice of the blurry figure was obviously altered by some means, like frosted glass, making it impossible to discern the tone.
Shi Ming smiled and stared at the figure in front of him. "Actually, you don't need to be so cautious. The Demon God has never harmed his own followers..."
Demon God?
Upon hearing this term, Wang Xiu, who was controlling the puppet from afar, contracted his pupils and instinctively sat up straight.
"Who?"
The blurry figure suddenly shouted, staring fiercely at the location of the Ganga Armor.
His strength is terrifying, and his senses are extremely keen.
The spiritual connection fluctuation between Wang Xiu and the puppet was captured by him. In an instant, a palm came down, and the terrifying power instantly turned into runes that filled the sky. There was the light of laws circulating, forming a towering giant hand, ready to suppress everything.
"Not good!"
Wang Xiu narrowed his eyes. The power of this blurry figure was too strong, and its realm was unimaginable. With a palm falling, it turned the heavens and earth into a cage, terrifying beyond compare. It was the strongest enemy Wang Xiu had encountered.
He couldn't defeat this puppet!
Better run!
He had no other thoughts and immediately controlled his armor to flee far away, erupting all his energy and turning into a residual light, disappearing in an instant.
Faster than lightning!
Bang!
A palm came down, with immense power that shocked the world.
It smashed onto the armor.
The earth collapsed in all directions, burying half of a mountain.
However, the armor only swayed for a moment and continued to flee, as if nothing had happened. Its speed was even faster than before.
The blurry figure was stunned and didn't react.
"Capture him!" The voice of Shi Ming was cold, with a hidden demonic light on his body, emitting a dangerous aura.
The blurry figure snapped back to reality, raised his hand, and once again, a palm crossed hundreds of miles and fell from a distance.
Clang!
This palm was more powerful than before. Several mountains around collapsed, but the armor only swayed slightly, turned into flowing light, and gradually moved further away.
"What the hell?" The blurry figure was dumbfounded. What exactly was that thing? Clearly, its aura wasn't strong, and it seemed to be even weaker than Nascent Soul, yet it was so tough?
It didn't even flinch after resisting two palms?
"He's getting away!" Shi Ming shouted.
The blurry figure frowned, stepped on nothingness, and flew into the void. In an instant, he traveled thousands of miles and arrived in the sky. However, he happened to see a faint invisible light shining on the armor, which disappeared into the ground.
"Where is he?" He was puzzled and spread his divine sense, searching the surrounding world. However, the Azure Lotus Formation on the armor covered the sky, and he couldn't detect any trace.
Shi Ming came to his side, his gaze gloomy. "Did he escape?"
The blurry figure said, "That's not a person, it's a puppet made of Transcendent materials. It resisted my attacks as if they were nothing!"
"A puppet?" Shi Ming's voice was cold. "Is that your excuse for incompetence? You couldn't even capture a small thing. The Great Demon Lord won't be satisfied with your abilities!"
The blurry figure said, "You arrived earlier than me, and someone was ambushed here, but you didn't notice. Now you blame me?"
"Hmph!" Shi Ming snorted unhappily and changed the subject. "No matter who is controlling that puppet, find them... If something goes wrong, you won't be able to withstand the wrath of the Great Demon Lord!"
The blurry figure remained silent for a long time and said, "I don't need your instructions to do things!"
"That's for the best! Remember, the things you want can only be granted by the Great Demon Lord..." Shi Ming waved his sleeve and disappeared into the dark night.
The blurry figure watched the direction he left for a while, then turned into a dot of light and dissipated.
...
Somewhere.
In the darkness.
A faint sound of footsteps echoed.
In the depths of darkness, an old voice sounded, "How did it go?"
A male voice replied, "The fish took the bait, but there's a problem!"
"What's wrong?"
"Someone saw us!"
Darkness fell silent.
Countless mists rolled, like waves, surging and terrifying.
"What kind of person?"
After a long time, an old voice spoke again.
The man said, "I wanted to keep him alive, but I didn't expect him to be a puppet, hard as Transcendent, and ran away quickly. I failed to catch him!"
"A puppet? A disciple of the Grotto-Heaven with profound mysteries?"
"Ordinary people can't refine puppets of that level. Most likely, it's the Saint Child of the Grotto-Heaven!"
Darkness fell silent again, and black mist churned, like a sigh.
"Find out for sure. If it's really him, make him keep quiet!"
"I understand!"
...
In the residence of the Three Purities, in a separate courtyard.
Wang Xiu looked at the returning armor, his brows furrowing.
"The armor hasn't even fully formed yet, and it almost got destroyed!"
The earth-shattering force of those two palm strikes had indeed caused damage to the armor.
There were two handprints on its back, about an inch deep, with a lingering sense of terror.
"At least Astral Projection stage, either Third Layer or Fourth Layer!" Wang Xiu made this judgment.
The power of that palm was too terrifying.
Even though he sensed it through the puppet's senses across the void, it felt like experiencing a world-ending calamity, something that a Nascent Soul-level expert couldn't unleash.
Wang Xiu couldn't help but fall into contemplation.
The Astral Projection stage and above experts in this Secret Realm were basically the backbone of the Guardians, with extraordinary prestige.
And now, someone had secretly contacted the Demon Race?
Could it be that their Dao hearts had been corrupted?
Had they fallen into darkness?
What was their purpose? They couldn't leave this Secret Realm, and they lacked nothing. What could the demons offer to entice them?
"Freedom!" Wang Xiu suddenly remembered something and grasped the key in his mind.
If there was something that could move these experts in the Secret Realm, it was probably freedom.
The Holy Realm was a prison.
While some people willingly imprisoned themselves here, there were still many who were left behind due to missed opportunities, feeling unwilling in their hearts. After all, they were all outstanding individuals, able to roam freely and dominate outside.
Moreover, those older generation Immortal Gate experts had stable Dao hearts and deep enmity towards the Demon Race, so they wouldn't be easily swayed.
But for those later generation experts who had never left the Holy Realm and couldn't leave, they yearned for the outside world.
For such people, if someone tempted them with freedom, it was possible for them to be swayed.
The demon god mentioned by the Demon Race might have a method to break the world restrictions of the Ancient Saint Academy.
Wang Xiu frowned slightly. He didn't know how many high-level figures in the Holy Realm had been corrupted.
Within the Holy Academy, they couldn't pass on messages to the outside world, to the Three Purities.
The maximum contact that can be made is with the numerous Three Purities ancestors within the Holy Court.
However, Wang Xiu cannot be sure if any of those who have been corrupted and demonized are members of the Three Purities.
This is crucial, and it is not Wang Xiu's disrespect or malicious speculation towards his seniors.
He cannot entrust his life and fortune to so-called seniors whom he has never even met.
"Calm down, maybe it's not that bad!"
Wang Xiu sat down, contemplating under the moonlight, gazing at the bright moon, his eyes gradually becoming brighter.
Suddenly, he felt that he might be scaring himself.
The blurry figure he encountered today, although powerful, is not considered top-tier in the Holy Realm and does not represent much.
Perhaps only one or two people have been deceived.
If most of the strong individuals within the Holy Court have truly been corrupted by the Demon Race, what they are facing now would not be such a Holy Realm.
That blurry light and the timing of it don't need to meet secretly, like thieves.
In this Holy Realm, those who stick to their original intentions should still have the advantage, making those corruptors in the dark fear and hesitate, not daring to act recklessly.
So, there is still a chance!
However, it is necessary to first determine who the hidden enemy is.
Wang Xiu took a deep breath and once again summoned the half-ruined puppet, carefully sensing the residual aura in the palm prints using the Supreme Insight Chapter.
After a long time.
Finally, he captured a faint and unique trace.
Wang Xiu is confident that if the owner of this aura appears in front of him without any precautions, he can immediately discern it.
"Next, I should pretend that nothing has happened. The person who discovered the secret is not me!" Wang Xiu closed his eyes, stabilizing his mindset.
Having lived peacefully on Spirit Turtle Peak for so many years, he has never experienced such an exciting night before.
But Wang Xiu's mindset is really good.
The next day.
He seemed to have forgotten everything and continued with his plan, continuing to create and refine puppets.
He immersed himself in it, enjoying it tirelessly.
One puppet after another was created by his hands, the number increasing and the speed getting faster.
...
That night.
By the mountains and waters.
There is an elegant pavilion.
Beitang Feng used to stand here, enjoying the lake view and feeling peaceful in his heart, but now he can't...
His face is bruised and swollen, his forehead is prominent, his complexion pale, and his image is completely ruined.
Lying on a wooden bed, he takes small doses of Spirit Medicine to recover from his injuries.
These days.
Numerous outstanding talents of the heavens have challenged him one after another. At first, he was able to handle it with ease, but later on, he couldn't.
Some of those who attacked him were completely superior to him in strength.
Their rankings on the Gold Core list were even higher than his.
In order to avenge his junior brothers and sisters, he fought relentlessly, disregarding martial ethics.
They even forced him to bring out that troublesome golden puppet and fight openly and fairly!
Beitang Feng finally couldn't hold on any longer. His pride was shattered, and he explained that he didn't have any golden puppets. However, the group of people didn't believe him and continued to beat him even harder, feeling that they were being underestimated and insulted.
"This is outrageous... truly outrageous!" Beitang Feng rarely got angry, as he felt it was beneath his dignity.
Anger can cloud one's judgment.
Creating puppets requires an extremely calm heart.
The last time he fought so fiercely was the previous time.
But this time was different.
He, the proud and formidable genius, was beaten to the point of being bedridden. If he had actually done something, it would be understandable, but unfortunately... he hadn't done anything. He simply didn't explain himself, and yet he ended up in such a situation.
Where is the justice?
Suddenly, it became quiet all around.
Not even the slightest sound of wind.
Unusually quiet.
Beitang Feng's heart skipped a beat, instinctively feeling that something was wrong. He heightened his senses.
"Xuanji Saint Child, Beitang Feng?"
A voice came.
A figure stood on the surface of the lake, shrouded in a black robe, with an ordinary appearance and no distinguishing features. It was unclear which sect this disciple belonged to.
He probably didn't have much fame.
But Beitang Feng had a bad feeling. He slowly got up and asked, "Who are you?"
Instead of answering, the person asked, "I heard that you have a golden puppet, very powerful. I want to see it!"
Whenever Beitang Feng heard the words "golden puppet," he would feel a headache.
His eyebrows furrowed, and he felt annoyed, "You've got the wrong person. I don't have any golden puppet!"
The person said, "Everyone says you do!"
Beitang Feng was infuriated, "They're talking nonsense. Can you believe them?"
The person continued, "If it's fake, why would they beat you?"
"...," Beitang Feng didn't know what to say. A fire inexplicably rose in his heart, making him tremble with anger.
Why would they beat him?
He wanted to know too!
Seeing him silent, the person narrowed his eyes and said, "Impressive, Beitang Feng. The people outside were right. You truly have an innate pride. Only by defeating you will you speak!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and a huge wave rose from the lake, transforming into several giant flood dragons, rushing towards Beitang Feng.
Beitang Feng's pupils contracted. This move was extremely exquisite. The opponent was a Transcendent Level expert, posing an even greater threat to him than the top geniuses on the Gold Core list.
With his injuries, he didn't have time to react. He was directly entangled by several flood dragons, suspended in mid-air, unable to move.
The person's voice was indifferent, "Use your golden puppet, perhaps there is a glimmer of hope. Otherwise... you will lose all your pride as a genius!"
Beitang Feng struggled but couldn't move. His hands and feet were each entangled by a flood dragon, pulling him apart, forming the shape of the character "大" (big), extremely shameful.
He shouted loudly, "I don't have a golden puppet!"
Crack!
Before he finished speaking, electric currents suddenly emerged from the water. A thick lightning whip formed and lashed directly at Beitang Feng.
"Oh!" Beitang Feng's pupils widened as a tremendous force collided with him, accompanied by electric currents. His whole body felt numb and painful, an indescribable sensation.
The person said again, "You can think it over before speaking!"
Beitang Feng gritted his teeth and said, "There really isn't!"
Smack!
Another whip.
Beitang Feng convulsed all over, his eyes rolling back.
"Do you have it?"
"I f*cking told you—ah—"
Smack!
"I know you're proud and refuse to do anything others ask of you! Even if you were beaten to death, you wouldn't want to listen to a single word from others, because that would make you feel like a clown!"
The person stared at Beitang Feng, covered in scars, and said with a deep gaze, "But you have to think carefully. If you die here, you will lose everything. Not just your life, but also the pride you treasure..."
Pride?
F*ck your sister!
Beitang Feng wanted to cry but had no tears. These people... why can't they understand human language?
"I said I don't have it, so I don't have it. How can I make you believe?"
He roared with difficulty, his voice hoarse.
The person fell silent and sighed, "It's been many years since I admired someone like this. You're a real man! Grotto-Heaven's secrets are not wasted on you!"
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
As the words fell, five lightning whips appeared in the void again, fiercely lashing Beitang Feng from different angles, as he stared with wide eyes.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Beitang Feng went mad, his hair standing on end, his body charred, his eyes lifeless, as if he had lost his soul, hanging weakly in mid-air.
"What about your golden puppet?"
"I've said it so many times... I don't have it... wuwuwu..." He even started to sob, his mentality collapsing.
Seeing this, the person couldn't help but frown.
Even in this state, he still won't change his words?
Could it be that there really isn't?
Did he find the wrong person?
Upon careful consideration, this possibility was quite high.
He took a deep breath, waved his hand to throw Beitang Feng down, and flicked his finger, sending a breath into Beitang Feng's body, causing him to faint.
Then he turned and left.
Before leaving, he glanced discreetly at a corner where a shadow was disappearing.
...
He arrived at a secret place, covered in formations, shrouded in clouds, impervious to ordinary people, making it difficult to take a single step inside.
The mist was thick.
A figure appeared at the edge of the mist, indistinct.
"Why did you come back empty-handed?"
"I found the wrong person!" he said.
"Not him?"
"No!"
"Then who could it be?"
"... " He didn't speak, but he also wanted to know. That kind of puppet couldn't even be made by the Saint Child of Grotto-Heaven, so who else could?
"What did you do to him?"
"I severely injured him, but it doesn't endanger his origin!"
"Is someone watching you?"
"Yes!"
"Perhaps you haven't done enough!"
"I can explain it away! He is the Saint Child of Grotto-Heaven. If he disappears just like that, it will have a big impact. Those old guys won't sit still! Without definite assurance, if I make a move, the consequences will be even greater!"
...
The figure in the mist dissipated.
He also stopped speaking, turned around, and disappeared into the dense fog.
...
In the blink of an eye, two months passed.
During these two months, Wang Xiu didn't take a step out of this secluded courtyard.
The opportunities he gained from this ancient forest were already enough; he didn't need to compete with others anymore.
As for Xiang Tiange and the others, with the significant advantages they had gained earlier, even if their later gains were not as great, the benefits they obtained had already surpassed those of the other Immortal Gates' geniuses.
In the courtyard, thirty-six powerful figures stood in neat rows.
Among them, eighteen figures held bone clubs, with robust and tall bodies, exuding a formidable aura.
Eighteen figures held uniquely shaped golden dragon spears, with relatively slender and agile bodies, emanating an elite aura.
In two months, thirty-six puppets were refined, elevating Wang Xiu's self-defense capabilities by several levels.
With this guard unit by his side, most dangers couldn't threaten him.
"With these thirty-six puppets, I should be able to contend with most early Astral Projection stage experts!"
As cultivation progressed, each realm underwent a qualitative change.
From Gold Core to Nascent Soul, and even more so from Nascent Soul to Astral Projection.
Wang Xiu had never truly fought against an Astral Projection stage expert, so he didn't dare to speak too confidently, but he still had plenty of confidence.
"Even if the dragon bones can't hold up, I still have the Ancient Dragon's Reversal Scale. Its strength surpasses the dragon bones by a lot and is enough to protect me!" He adorned the dragon scales with special materials, connected them, and hung them around his neck.
As he gently touched them, a warm and vital life force emanated, putting his mind at ease.
Clang!
Just then, a loud bell rang throughout the Ancient Saint Academy.
The void suddenly changed.
The wind roared, and the heavens and earth shifted.
It seemed like an immense upheaval had occurred.
In the distance, Wang Xiu heard disciples from the Three Purities Immortal Gate shouting outside the courtyard, "The Void Ancient Path has opened, the Void Ancient Path has opened!!"
(End of this chapter)