Longevity Chronicles-Chapter 107 - 101 Xuanzhen Soul Capturing, Assist My Cultivation

Tao Qian, with his unusual soul, resisted many soul-searching techniques using just the humble Qi Refinement Realm, although he inevitably revealed a general location.

But the exact location, as well as his real appearance, the presence of Little Age, and Lian Jing'er, were all kept secret.

Thus, at this moment, the more than a dozen Qi Refinement Realm demons and evil cultivators in front of him did not consider this poor old monk and two little novices to be that daring Human Clan Sword Cultivator.

This was also a stereotype, as most in the Cultivation World believe that those who practice sword cultivation are rigid and inflexible.

Though their combat power is terrifying, they disdain changing or using exotic skills or divine skills.

Who would have thought?

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He, Tao Qian, was not an orthodox sword cultivator.

The old monk he had transformed into, raising his head to look at the demon evil cultivators, was just about to shake his head in refusal.

Suddenly, the tiger demon turned his head to stare at the small novices transformed by Little Age and Lian Jing'er, baring his teeth to reveal the fresh red flesh in the gaps, saliva drooling down as he directly threatened with a hiss, "Old monk, it doesn't matter if you don't speak, I was thinking of having a tooth feast meanwhile, these two novices smell absolutely delicious."

Upon this utterance, the group of demon evil cultivators behind the tiger demon also showed red in their eyes and drooled profusely.

The old monk immediately turned pale in fright, quivering and showing a face full of guilt, then pointed in one direction.

This should have been the end, but unexpectedly, the group of demon evil cultivators didn't leave immediately. Particularly, the tiger demon continued to move forward, its massive jaw growing larger while simultaneously laughing,

"Don't be afraid, old monk. As Mountain Master, I intend to share a fortune with you. I possess a divine skill called 'Chang Ghost.' Once I devour the useless skins of you three monks, your souls can follow me in cultivation. When the Mountain Master achieves enlightenment, such as a chicken and dog ascend to heaven."

He finished speaking, followed by a burst of laughter from behind.

The demons, echoing one after another,

"Mountain Master, don't think of hogging it all to yourself. You may kill them and take their souls for Chang Ghosts, but share the flesh."

"Absolutely right, a bit of a tooth feast on the road would be splendid."

"Indeed, chasing that fellow has too many comrades, our luck may not be so good, but to eat such tender novices is also a feast."

"I want the one on the left; he smells more delicious, the one on the right doesn't smell enough, probably won't be as tasty."

"Hurry up, we still have to chase that fellow, don't delay us."

This stream of words terrified the old monk and the novices, all shivering.

It seemed the old monk quickly resigned himself to his fate, addressing the demons, "Noble lords, the sea of suffering is boundless; this mortal coil is indeed useless to us Sramanas. It is better to be reborn into Utmost Happiness early, but let me first recite the Rebirth Scripture, also considering it a prelude to transcending myself."

"Go ahead, recite yours, I'll eat mine, not interfering with each other."

Unaware of any consequence, the tiger demon opened its huge mouth and bit towards the novice behind Tao Qian.

But, in the next moment, including itself, the more than a dozen Qi Refinement Realm Late Stage demons, and those evil cultivators of equivalent realm, simultaneously heard a sound like a huge bell, a Daoist True Sound that said,

"Nine Heavens Truth, the secret is great."

Initially, when this Dao-infused Spirit Sound entered their ears, the demons were puzzled why the old monk would recite a Daoist spell.

Then, deep in their minds, an alarming bell thundered, frantically screaming the words "Tricked."

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Their divine soul bodies were instantly frozen.

No matter their own brilliant divine skills, at this moment, they were all meaningless.

They could only watch helplessly as the body of the old monk swayed, transforming into the Corpse Chasing Daoist, who then spat out a Sword Elixir. The fierce sword light turned into a bending stream of light, avoiding the tiger demon first and then, accompanied by a hissing sound, cleanly chopped up the remaining demons and evil cultivators.

Accompanied by "puff, puff, puff" sounds, more than a dozen foul-smelling corpses now lay on the green stone platform.

Each one had been capable of causing a storm of blood and violence in the Mortal World, whether they were Qi Refinement Realm demons or inhumane evil cultivators.

But here they couldn't even resist or lament, and with their divine souls frozen in an instant, they lost their lives, regardless of how many years they cultivated or how many hidden tricks they had; a slight mistake led to such an end.

The only surviving tiger demon, however, couldn't harbor any joyous thoughts.

For now, he could only watch with bloodshot eyes as the Daoist rummaged through various Storage Treasure Bags, those artifacts, from their shape to their aura, didn't seem like something a Human Clan Cultivator would use, rather more like Storage Treasure Bags of demons, but this Daoist had dozens of them.

Where did they come from?

The answer was obvious.

What drove the tiger demon almost to madness was that the Daoist finally pulled out a heterodox strange skill called "Xuanzhen Soul Capturing Technique."

The Daoist wasted no time, studying the thin booklet right in front of him.

The two novices at his side jumped up adeptly, moving to the left and right, beginning to search the bodies of the demon evil cultivators for useful loot and Storage Treasure Bags, even starting to erase the divine thought and heart blood imprint from those artifacts on their own.

This whole set down was almost enough to make one wonder, who in this scene was truly the murderous plunderer?

At this moment, the Daoist's voice abruptly penetrated into the tiger demon's ears:

"As a proper Daoist disciple, I shouldn't learn such soul-searching and soul-capturing heterodox magic, since it harms the harmonious heavens and also involves my own soul suffering all sorts of messy consequences."

"But since I need some memories from your mind, tiger demon, if I asked you, you would not only refuse to honestly tell me but also struggle and resist with petty schemes, why bother?"

"Better to search the soul, then kill together, also fulfilling this brotherhood of demons accompanying each other to Huangquan."

To the tiger demon, these few sentences sounded like a soul-calling demon sound, eliciting fear that allowed it to escape with a shred of divine thought.

He was about to beg for mercy, swearing he would truthfully confess.

But in the next instant, he only saw the Daoist in front of him revealing a sinister smile and pointed directly at his brow with a finger shaped like a sword.

Immediately, the tiger demon felt as if countless sharp claws were frantically stirring inside his skull, the intense pain unbearable, causing his eyes to roll back and pus and blood to spray from his seven orifices. His three souls and seven spirits shattered into fragments, and just like that, a Qi Refining Realm Perfection tiger demon was reduced to an idiocy with brain damage.

In the last second before losing his self, the tiger demon remembered the humans he had tormented and killed. Many times, he had used his own claws to stir their brains, occasionally tasting bits of it.

"The Heavenly Dao favors reincarnation," he realized.

After a while, having retrieved the memories he wanted, Tao Qian withdrew his finger, stood up, and expertly began to dispose of the corpse.

Almost immediately, his mind sensed pounding war drums from all directions.

Various soul-searching divine powers swept over from far and near.

"They really are investing heavily, surrounded on all sides; this disaster is indeed hard to navigate."

"But this is good; as long as that group of demons isn't mad enough to send a Transcend Mortality Demon for a small fry Qi Refiner like me, these things can actually aid my cultivation."

During his speech, Tao Qian took Sui and Lian Jing'er by the hand.

With a flicker of light, the three underwent a transformation.

This time, Tao Qian turned into a black-haired Ape Demon, formidable and ferocious in appearance, with two small Ape Demons perched on each shoulder.

Just then, various demonic clouds and mists surged over Black Water Fort, revealing all sorts of demons and ghosts among the clouds.

The mountains that had begun transforming into a Daoist Spirit Land due to Tao Qian's presence immediately reverted to a demon-like territory.

Various unrestrained divine thoughts swept through, but none could see through Tao Qian's transformation.

Secret Demon Transformation Technique!

Truly unparalleled in mystery.

However, Tao Qian dared not linger too long, to avoid any accidents, especially since Sui and Lian Jing'er's disguises were not as magical as the Ten Thousand Transformation Technique.

Glancing swiftly around, Tao Qian quickly chose an oddly-shaped flying boat made of various materials, featuring a steam engine puffing black smoke for added style, manned by dozens of bare-chested, rotting sorcerers with various poisonous insects encircling them.

Besides these Magicians, the boat also carried numerous stinking, terrifying demons and some offensive alien species.

From below, Tao Qian shouted to the flying boat, "Honored Daoists, are you also hunting that Human Clan Cultivator? Take me with you; I'll pay."

Shortly after he spoke, Tao Qian, along with the two small Ape Demons, appeared on the flying boat.

Whether the fare was expensive was of little concern; he had just plundered a dozen or so Qi Refining demons and evil cultivators, and Tao Qian's claim to being wealthy was not without merit.

This flying boat's crew was indeed after him.

They had even received an Exotic Treasure from the Devil God Army that could receive "real-time messages."

Held by the boat's owner, a two-meter-tall female mage—in strange hemp clothes, wearing a beaded crown, with an alluring makeup and revealing much of her body.

Dangling from her greasy chest was a fist-sized, white bone bead.

Once aboard, Tao Qian wandered around, occasionally offering pointers to the decaying Magician steering the boat, claiming he had an exotic skill that could locate the Human Clan Cultivator's position more accurately.

With Tao Qian's interference, the flying boat gradually veered off course, heading toward a wild mountain with a harsh environment.

Initially, the "Qi Refining Realm Perfection" monster female mage was somewhat puzzled and dissatisfied, but soon, when not surrounded by any demons or Magicians, a faint light suddenly emanated from the bone bead on her chest.

Then, as if she had received some exciting news, her androgynous, booming voice echoed through the flying boat:

"Quick, the Devil God Army has sent news; an alien species master who just lost his only son has made a new prediction—the insensible Human Clan Cultivator is very close to us."

"This Human Clan Cultivator possesses a Sword Array among other magical treasures; we must be very cautious not to fall into it. Let's kill him from outside the array and claim our rewards together."

After she spoke, excitement surged among the demons on the flying boat.

Especially the "Ape Demon" with two young ones, who, very agitated, cried out and leapt in front of her, asking loudly, "Very close, how close?"

Just as she was about to reply loudly, she suddenly seemed to see some unimaginable terrifying scene, her cloudy yellow eyes bulging round.

Her divine thought immediately surged wanting to cast a spell, but before she could, Tao Qian had already made his move.

"Boom!"

It was again the Nine True Spirit Sound.

Those on the flying boat, who had watched the Ape Demon cry out from time to time after boarding, saw that at this moment, what came out was not the unpleasant ape cries, but an incredibly pure and magnificent Daoist True Sound.

After hearing that sound, their Divine Soul Bodies momentarily lost control.

By the time they regained themselves, they saw a mercilessly erupting terrifying Sword Array.

Endless Xuan Yin Invisible Sword Qi not only shredded the flying boat into rubbish but also sliced every Magician and demon on it into fine strips of flesh, mixed with machinery, steam, blood, crushed bones, and brain matter, becoming a unique rain pouring down onto the savage forest below.

In this rain, a voice faintly transmitted:

"Sui, Lian Jing'er, quick, gather the spoils."

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