About the discussion on the token of calamity, Tan Shuchang was truly speaking of it for the first ti, then he couldn’t help but think of Zhao Huaiji. Each of these twelve tokens of calamity had its unique features, and it seed they were mostly prepared for the Son of the Heavenly Mandate.
"Thank you for the guidance." Tan Shuchang’s manners were always impeccable.
"Then swear it, I don’t want to see you again." The voice ca through, with more evident impatience.
Clearly, the other party treated soone as if they were a plague.
However, Tan Shuchang shook his head: "Fellow Daoist doesn’t want to see , but I want to see you!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the spectral body that had yet to fall completely rged into Tan Shuchang’s body. In an instant, a vast red glow spread, filling the defensive realm.
The form of Tan Shuchang began to twist and transform into a pool of flowing, viscous blood.
This scene seed sowhat unnerving, yet strangely, above that pool of blood there occasionally shimred a sort of holy golden light.
Bang!
The defensive realm shattered.
At the sa ti, in a waterside peach orchard, suddenly a voice scread in terror: "Impossible! How could you possibly find !"
"Because soone led the way for !" Tan Shuchang said slowly, his tone gentle as if he were telling a story to the girl next door; the atmosphere was strangely warm.
The strength of the other party was actually quite formidable, possibly even reaching the level of Nan Jian’s Su Huan’an. Or perhaps, they had already completed the final transformation with a corpse, only to encounter so problem that caused them to fall back to the cultivation realm.
The reason Tan Shuchang could do this was because—this suspected corpse of the Peach Immortal, at least ninety percent of it was ghostly.
This led to Tan Shuchang being able to directly disregard most of its techniques.
Especially now that Tan Shuchang transford into an undying blood form, which heavily countered it. Even if the Blood Pool’s backlash was the only attack thod that could harm the opponent, the continuous onslaught of the backlash was relentless!
The Blood Pool had already appeared.
rging with the water under the peach tree, it spread extensively.
"Ji Linger would never betray !" cried out the terrified voice from the Blood Pool, indicating disbelief.
"The loyalty of Fairy Ji to Daoist friends is beyond doubt, rest assured on this, she is a fine subordinate. It was your trusted subordinate, or perhaps the champion in your hand, that led here." As Tan Shuchang’s voice sounded, the viscous blood also seeped into the Blood Pool.
For a mont, the scene Tan Shuchang saw changed dramatically.
This was a space shrouded in murky black mist.
At the deepest part of the swirling black mist, a figure sat cross-legged, clad in a pink peach blossom robe, his face clean-shaven. Around him stood various figures.
These figures were both male and female, old and young, appearing no different from the normal cultivators on the outside.
However, these figures were all "Ferry Folks."
Tan Shuchang could recognize them at a glance, of course, because he saw that amid these figures, a cold wind blew incessantly, wrapping around sothing.
It was this thing that allowed them to locate this hidden sanctuary.
"These useless things! Stop him for ! If I’m in trouble, none of you will live!" The figure in the pink peach blossom robe scread in fear, not because he was easily frustrated, but because facing an opponent whose attacks were ineffective yet whose own techniques were constantly reflected back, no one could remain calm.
"Daoist friend, you might as well see it clearly; since you can’t resist, just accept it gracefully, even die with the grace of a hero." As Tan Shuchang’s voice fell, blood magically appeared and engulfed all those figures.
In no ti, the things hidden inside these shells were devoured by the blood.
If these things had been living puppets, Tan Shuchang wouldn’t have been able to handle them so easily, but who asked for their essence to be ghostly?
Crack!
The figure resembling the corpse of the Peach Immortal had split open; it could no longer withstand the backlash from the Blood Pool.
A ghastly ghostly figure enveloped in black mist burst out, clutching a Token that seed to be about to do sothing; however, suddenly, the Token shattered, and in a mont of shock, the ghostly figure was engulfed by the surging blood.
As the ghostly figure was seized by Tan Shuchang, this dark space imdiately showed signs of collapse, prompting Tan Shuchang to flee the area without attempting to search the bodies.
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Splashing water surged, seemingly disrupted by the loss of the dark space, causing a problem with the water surface of this Peach Blossom Wonderland, which resulted in big waves.
However, the waves soon subsided.
At this mont, Tan Shuchang, who hadn’t yet left, appeared quite surprised since he had expected the bodies to be washed out by the water flow. Yet, from beginning to end, not a single body appeared.
"Were the bodies also destroyed when the space collapsed?" Although Tan Shuchang still had so questions, he could only note them down temporarily.
Because if it was just underwater, it was completely clear and easy to see to the bottom.
Tan Shuchang looked around. Although this place within the Peach Blossom Wonderland should be secluded, as no cultivators had co despite the commotion, he didn’t plan on staying long.
So, he imdiately left.
But Tan Shuchang didn’t leave the Peach Blossom Wonderland. After walking a distance on the restricting black smoke he had summoned, he suddenly saw a large bamboo forest.
This was very rare in this area.
Out of curiosity, and since it was right in front of him, Tan Shuchang explored a bit and then discovered that he had arrived at the actual residing place of the cultivators of the Peach Blossom Wonderland.
This place was far busier than the scattered gatherings he had seen before.
This place had already ford a unique little town.
Amidst the bamboo forest, bamboo houses were everywhere, though they were mostly simple with no ornate decorations.
Tan Shuchang was about to enter, but at that mont, he felt a subtle sense of Qi, so he looked in the direction where he sensed it and saw a middle-aged cultivator he had t once before, greeting him with a fist salute.
"Bamboo Grove Residence is a gathering place for righteous cultivators; we Demon Cultivators are not allowed to enter," the middle-aged cultivator said. Then, he hesitated before asking, "Young brother, were you accepted by our master just before he died?"
After saying this, the middle-aged cultivator, without waiting for Tan Shuchang’s response, expressed his remorse with a lancholic face, "I was unworthy. When Nan Jian led the forces to kill master, I didn’t even dare to go..."
Seeing this scene, Tan Shuchang couldn’t help but show a hint of surprise in his eyes, as it seed he now knew who the mysterious senior who transmitted the Cultivation Technique to him was.
After all, there was only one person whom Nan Jian had led forces against to kill— the leader of the Demon Cult!
So... did this leader of the Demon Cult fake his own death?
This was easy to guess since that’s how it’s always shown in dramas.
However, Tan Shuchang didn’t point this out directly, instead saying, "With your cultivation level, you could completely dominate here, yet you still adhere to the rules of those righteous cultivators. Could it be there’s soone there whom you fear?"
"No, because before my brother’s wife followed my brother in death, I promised her that I would take good care of her son," the middle-aged cultivator said somberly.
"Do you like your sister-in-law?" Tan Shuchang suddenly realized that it was the other’s nephew who was in the Bamboo Grove Residence.
The middle-aged cultivator fell silent for a mont: "..."
A mont later, the middle-aged cultivator couldn’t help but ask, "Young brother, have you always talked to people like this?"
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