Chapter 470 - 632 : The emerald light
The emerald light condensed into the hazy phantom of an old man, who extended a finger toward Xue Lingshang.
This finger was like an incomparably sharp long sword. It pierced through his magic power shield, his magic robe barrier, and all other defensive methods, opening a bloody hole in his chest.
Xue Lingshang’s eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.
But in the next moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared behind him. A sharp claw directly pierced through his dantian and dug out a Golden Core.
"Why... why... Since you had such a trump card, were you toying... with me?"
A stream of extremely cold qi attacked from the side, completely freezing the boiling blood throughout his body.
"If not under such circumstances, I would not dare guarantee you had no way to withstand it.
"As for toying with you?
"I was merely afraid you would self-detonate when driven into a dead end.
"However, the power of the strike Senior gifted me indeed exceeded my expectations. I estimate that even if you were at your full strength, taking this head-on would still have heavily injured you to the brink of death.
"A Golden Core without a magic treasure is still somewhat weak."
Weak?!
Xue Lingshang was so angry he nearly wanted to spit blood, but the blood in his body had all been frozen. What he spat out was only broken icy fragments.
The fact that he still had not died now was only because the vitality of a Golden Core cultivator allowed him to cling to his final breath.
Moyue transformed to around a zhang in size and flew before Wentian, grinning. "Wentian, how was my acting just now? I completely deceived this brat, right?"
"You have improved, but the Dao of acting is broad and profound. You still need to work hard and advance further."
"You... you..."
"Hehe, you what? Your little toxin did not make me feel a thing. If not for Wentian’s instructions, I would have sent you flying with one claw long ago."
"That is impossible!"
Xue Lingshang had painstakingly researched for many years to deal with third-rank demonic beasts and escape this cage. How could it be ineffective?
"So from the start... I was only... a joke..."
Xue Lingshang’s eyes gradually dimmed, losing all spirit.
"He died from anger just like that? This seat feels I had not even exerted myself yet." Moyue muttered, then looked toward the Black Cloud Spirit Leopard not far away. "Hand over the Golden Core in your hand. That is our spoils."
"Yes, Boss Jiao."
The Black Cloud Spirit Leopard had been violently beaten last time and still had lingering fear in his heart. He did not dare disobey.
"Wentian, this Golden Core belongs to this seat. No problem, right?" Moyue asked.
The Black Cloud Spirit Leopard found this inconceivable.
A third-rank flood dragon and a ninth-level Foundation Establishment cultivator. This pairing was actually clearly led by Wentian.
Was this not reversing heaven and earth?
In the Zhao family, if Zhao family Foundation Establishment cultivators wanted him to do something, they had to beg him.
If he was in a good mood, he would do it. If he was in a bad mood, he might not even bother answering.
"You contributed no little merit this time, so naturally, it belongs to you. Thaw Xue Lingshang’s corpse. I have a use for this body."
"Easy."
Moyue absorbed the extreme cold qi, then swallowed the Golden Core in one bite. After eating it, he even licked the corners of his mouth. "Delicious!"
Afterward, he contacted Wentian mentally.
"This seat feels that after refining this Golden Core, I can recover to mid third rank."
"There is no hurry. We should strike while the iron is hot. Later, make a trip to Great Jin and wipe out the Xue family along the way."
"That is fine. After everything is done, this seat can slowly refine it."
Wentian slapped his storage pouch, and a soul banner flew out, dark and terrifying.
He formed seals, and the soul banner suddenly erupted with black light. One chain after another flew out and pierced into Xue Lingshang’s body.
A short while later, they dragged out a struggling soul, then pulled it into the soul banner.
"If a Golden Core soul is refined into the main soul of this banner, its power should soar to the level of a magic treasure."
Wentian thought inwardly.
As for Xue Lingshang’s body, he also planned to refine it into something like a blood corpse puppet. If he could obtain a blood corpse puppet comparable to an ordinary Golden Core cultivator,
Then the Jianyi family would gain another trump card.
He glanced at the seven blood corpses in the distance. Now that the master who refined them had died, they no longer moved at all.
After thinking, Wentian moved them back into their yin wood coffins, then stored them inside his storage ring.
Xue Lingshang’s storage pouch also fell into his hands, while the corpse was likewise put away.
Then he formed hand seals with both hands and withdrew the grand formation.
Seven streaks of light flew from all directions and entered his storage ring.
At this time,
The Zhao family ancestor came over, smiling as he cupped his fists. "Daoist Jianyi has used a Foundation Establishment body to slaughter a Golden Core today. You are truly the first!
"This Zhao admires you to the extreme!"
"Daoist Zhao is too polite. Next, this Jianyi is preparing to make a trip to Great Jin’s Xue family and remove the roots. I wonder whether Daoist Zhao knows where they are located?"
"I roughly know. Let this Zhao guide the way."
Wentian cupped his fists. "Many thanks, Daoist Zhao."
The Zhao family ancestor rode the Black Cloud Spirit Leopard, while Wentian stood atop a flood dragon. The two traveled through the night straight toward Great Jin.
The next morning.
Great Jin, above the Xue family clan land.
"Daoist Jianyi, this is the Xue family clan land."