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"Fellow Daoist Jing Bei, after residing in Great Tan City for a month—even deliberately revealing a flaw to Mi Man of the Spirit Jade Palace—not a single person detected your true identity. Your sect’s concealment techniques are truly profound."

Fu Kaiyu followed Jing Bei through the air, deliberately maintaining a two-body-length distance behind him, clearly showing deference to the latter’s superior status.

Perhaps to accommodate Fu Kaiyu’s early-stage Void Refinement cultivation, or perhaps because they were in no particular hurry, their pace remained unhurried.

A faint smile curled the corners of Jing Bei’s lips, his face radiating smug satisfaction.

"This isn’t a concealment technique," he explained. "It’s the Corpse King’s Rebirth Art, the primary cultivation method for core disciples of the Divine Blood Gate. This art cultivates both orthodox and unorthodox paths, harmonizing yin and yang. It possesses both the righteous grandeur of the Orthodox Path and the sinister mysteries of the Corpse Dao. As long as I don’t unleash my full power, it’s nearly impossible for anyone to discern my true nature as a corpse cultivator."

"Your sect truly lives up to its reputation as a top-tier power in the mystic realm," Fu Kaiyu offered a timely compliment. "Its foundations are profound, and its cultivation techniques are exquisite."

"Rest assured," Jing Bei said. "If our mission to the Turbid Spirit Realm succeeds, I will personally recommend you for membership in the Divine Blood Gate. While you won’t become a core disciple and won’t be able to cultivate the Corpse King’s Rebirth Art, you can still practice the Corpse King Blood Refinement Art. This technique is also among the mystic realm’s top-tier cultivation methods. With your talent, advancing to the Body Integration Stage should be no problem."

"Then I thank you in advance, Master Jing Bei," Fu Kaiyu said, his face beaming with flattery, his smile as radiant as a blooming chrysanthemum. "I will serve you faithfully, attending to your every need!"

He then shifted the topic, asking with feigned curiosity, "Master, I’ve heard rumors that your sect has a Tribulation Crossing Stage great power overseeing it. Yet the strongest cultivators in the three great sects of the Southern Nether Continent are only at the Great Ascension Stage. Moreover, these sects constantly oppose your sect. Why doesn’t your sect simply annihilate them to eliminate future threats?"

Jing Bei gazed at the darkening sky, his expression puzzled. "I’m not sure myself. The sect likely has its own plans..."

As he spoke, his face suddenly turned stern. His mouth widened, and a small Corpse Coffin flew out.

The Corpse Coffin expanded rapidly upon contact with the wind, transforming in an instant into a massive wall several dozen feet tall, blocking their path.

Clang!

A sharp metallic clang rang out as the Corpse Coffin shuddered violently.

Fu Kaiyu finally snapped out of his daze. Someone had ambushed them with a foot-long broken blade. If not for Jing Bei’s intervention, he would never have been able to block the attack.

"Daring to ambush this venerable one? You seek death!" Jing Bei roared in fury.

Their attacker had clearly come prepared, choosing this desolate, uninhabited location for the ambush. But this also allowed Jing Bei to unleash his full power without fear of attracting the attention of orthodox cultivators.

The Corpse Coffin’s lid suddenly flew open, revealing a Corpse Puppet nearly twice the height of a man.

With crimson eyes and swirling corpse qi, the Corpse Puppet surged forward like lightning, charging toward a distant mountain peak.

In the darkness of night, only a faint outline of the mountain could be seen.

Suddenly, two figures, one leading the other, burst from the mountain’s side.

Roar!

The first figure let out a corpse roar and charged directly at Jing Bei’s Corpse Puppet.

"Hmm, a corpse cultivator! And he commands a late sixth-tier profound corpse," Jing Bei remarked, a hint of surprise on his face.

But the surprise quickly turned into a chilling sneer.

"A mere late sixth-tier profound corpse is no match for my Corpse Puppet."

Jing Bei’s words proved true almost immediately.

The two Corpse Puppets, each radiating overwhelming Malevolent Qi, collided with a thunderous crash.

A storm of corpse qi, carrying terrifying energy, erupted outward in all directions. Where it passed, winds tore through clouds, mountains crumbled, and ancient trees were uprooted.

The late sixth-tier profound corpse was immediately overwhelmed, sent flying backward to smash into a towering mountain.

Trailing closely behind the profound corpse was Song Wen.

He didn’t engage in the Corpse Puppets’ battle. Instead, he seized the opportunity to slip past Jing Bei’s Corpse Puppet and dash toward Jing Bei and Fu Kaiyu.

Simultaneously, two crimson beams shot from his eyes, striking the massive Corpse Coffin.

Jing Bei, who had been about to mobilize the Corpse Coffin to attack Song Wen, was stunned to find his natal magic treasure showing signs of resisting his control.

Alarmed, he frantically poured more spiritual power into the Coffin, struggling to regain command.

The situation rapidly spiraled out of control.

In an instant, the Corpse Coffin completely lost its stability and plummeted toward the ground below.

Having struck down the Corpse Coffin, the two crimson beams continued their sweeping trajectory, hurtling toward Jing Bei.

"This ocular technique possesses the power to nullify magic!" Jing Bei’s expression turned grave.

As a core disciple of the Divine Blood Gate, Jing Bei remained composed despite his inner alarm. A sinister glint flashed across his face as he casually unleashed a surge of spiritual power, which coiled around Fu Kaiyu beside him.

Fu Kaiyu had never anticipated Jing Bei’s betrayal. Caught completely off guard, he had no time to react before the spiritual power seized him and hurled him toward the two crimson beams.

Panic surged through him as he hastily summoned a shield to protect himself.

"Fu Kaiyu, there’s no need to panic," Jing Bei’s voice rang out. "Though those crimson beams are mystical and can nullify magic, they won’t harm your physical body. You block the beams while I eliminate our opponent."

Though skeptical, Fu Kaiyu had no choice but to rely on Jing Bei if he wanted to survive.

Fu Kaiyu acted decisively, quickly retracting his shield and allowing the two crimson beams to strike his mana shield.

The mana shield shattered instantly, lasting less than half a breath.

The crimson beams pierced through, striking his chest.

Sizzle—

With the sound of burning flesh, Fu Kaiyu’s chest rapidly charred and blackened.

An unbearable agony surged through him, yet his face lit up with surprise.

Just as Jing Bei had predicted, the crimson beams had inflicted surprisingly little damage.

Suddenly, a sharp pain erupted in Fu Kaiyu’s neck.

He realized his head had been severed from his body, soaring high into the air.

Meanwhile, Jing Bei had used Fu Kaiyu as a temporary shield against Song Wen’s Divine Eye of Annihilation. Now, an immeasurable torrent of corpse qi erupted from his body.

The corpse qi, as dark as ink, deepened the already pitch-black night sky into an even more sinister abyss.

The surging corpse qi rapidly engulfed his form.

Though the Divine Eye of Annihilation was formidable, it posed no threat if it couldn’t even locate its target.

As the corpse qi continued to accumulate and spread, it soon formed a vast, hundred-mile-wide lake of black corpse qi.

Amidst the churning corpse qi, a monstrous serpent emerged from the lake, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged ferociously at Song Wen.

(End of the Chapter)

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