Chapter Seventy-Eight: Soul Seizing

ements for the Sword Path.It's fine, as long as he can break through to the middle stage of the third layer, his main body's strength will be enough.An avatar outside the body is a bit troublesome. It..."Sister Shen has such a plan, and she's obtained Senior Brother Yang's jade token. Why does she have to drag me into this"

Qin Sang wore a thoughtful expression, actually delaying time while continuously absorbing the spiritual energy from the spirit stones. Since Shen Jing didn't want to leave, then don't leave!

He will never cooperate with Shen Jing again.

It's impossible to guard against thieves all the time.

I have to admit, facing this ruthless and skilled woman, Qin Sang couldn't help but feel a shiver down her spine.

“To be honest, Qin Shixiong, I originally had a set of needle-shaped magical artifacts that were completely destroyed by Yang Yuang’s Chi Long Sword. The Golden Ring, the Mirror of Confusion, the Phantom Wind, and even my cultivated Sha Huan Curse, could protect me from harm, but when it came to killing enemies, I was always lacking in power. I had no other choice but to rely on you and your senior brother Yang.”

Shen Jing looked at the two people in between her, and then at the ground. The Chi Long Sword lay quietly there, while the Ebony Sword hovered above it.

Shen Jing saw that Qin Sang ignored her, so she opened Yang Yuan Zang's pouch and took out four jade tokens, showing them to Qin Sang. "Junior Brother Qin, these four jade tokens, I give you two, I keep two for myself, plus the two on me, we just need to team up and seize one more. Then we can jointly control them all. As for that bottle of century-old stone milk, after joining Yuan Zhao Gate, I will definitely give you half. What do you think"

Before Qin Sang could answer, Shen Jing decisively threw two jade pendants toward him and waited silently for his decision.

Qin Sang hesitated for a long time. Because the distance was too far, he couldn't check it with his spiritual sense, so he used his spiritual power to condense a clone and walk over to grab the jade pendant. There was nothing unusual about it.

The avatar swooped back in front of Qin Sang. Qin Sang raised his hand as if to grab the jade pendant, but he suddenly stopped halfway, a flash of light in his eyes, and let out a shout.

"Quick!"

The ebony sword hovering in mid-air shot out with no warning.

Unexpectedly, Shen Jing's face showed no trace of panic. Facing the Ebony Sword without flinching, she giggled incessantly, "I already knew you wouldn't agree!"

Before the words left her lips, the golden ring atop her head suddenly flew up, releasing dazzling golden light that precisely locked onto the trajectory of the ebony sword's attack.

With a sound like "clank," the golden ring encompassed the ebony sword, unleashing an unparalleled brilliance that pressed inward. For a moment, the ebony sword seemed unable to break free.

'...Bang bang bang...'

Under the constant attacks of the ebony sword, cracks appeared on the golden ring. Shen Jing was willing to destroy this defensive magic weapon just to hold back the ebony sword for a moment!

At the same time, Qin Sang's roar of anger and surprise echoed from the middle of the valley.

Just as Qin Sang was fully focused on urging the Ebony Sword, the two jade talismans in his clone's hands suddenly flew out. A blue orb of light appeared, swift as lightning, and struck him in the face before he could react.

Yang Yu Zang's primordial spirit!

If a cultivator's physical body dies and their primordial spirit hasn't had time to escape, it will perish as well. But Yang Yu Zang died at the hands of Shen Jing, who before killing Yang Yu Zang, secretly took his primordial spirit out.

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When Shen Jing saw her scheme succeed, a look of great joy spread across her face. Her feet moved like the wind as she instantly appeared before Qin Sang, a fierce glint in her eyes. She raised her sword and aimed it straight at Qin Sang's head, ready to strike.

Just as victory was within reach, a sudden chill ran down Shen Jing's spine. The smile on her face froze as she saw Qin Sang's eyes open. They were clear and bright, even with a hint of mockery. There wasn't the slightest trace of fear or pain one would expect from someone about to be possessed.

"You!"

Shen Jing felt a wave of unease rise within her. She caught sight of Qin Sang, whose hand glowed red, and he tossed a handful of talisman papers towards her.

"Wow!"

In an instant, all the talismans shattered. The space between the two was filled with swirling talismans, transforming into countless fiery feathers that danced in the air. They blanketed the sky, shimmering like the plumage of a fire phoenix, each feather ablaze with illusory flames. It resembled a sea of fire, radiating intense and turbulent energy that swept across all directions. Jagged waves of heat surged upwards, instantly turning the grasses and trees of the valley withered and brown.

All the feathers of fire pointed at Shen Jing.

Shen Jing's hair stood on end, her face filled with terror as she cried out, "Don't..."

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Qin Sang sneered, without hesitation he waved his hand fiercely. All the fire feathers trembled slightly and immediately shot out.

...popping sounds...

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So close, Shen Jing had nowhere to escape. As the smoke cleared, a charred corpse lay on the ground. Her head had been carefully targeted by Qin Sang, blown to pieces by the dense fire feathers. Her body was also burned beyond recognition by the flames of the fire feathers, her beauty gone forever.

At this moment, the crisis was resolved. Although Qin Sang was in excruciating pain, she felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation.

He looked at Shen Jing's corpse with a complex expression. This woman had really taught him a good lesson.

Fortunately, he had never let his guard down. He kept the Fire Feather Talisman hidden in his palm. When Yang Yu Zang's divine soul appeared, he could have struck with the Fire Feather Talisman, but he held back and instead chose to trust the Jade Buddha. He set a trap, and sure enough, Shen Jing fell for it.

Twelve fire feather talismans shot out together, it seemed a bit wasteful, but Qin Sang was also unsure if this woman full of lies had any other protective artifacts.

And then there's...

Qin Sang muttered to himself, his mind focusing inward, entering the sea of consciousness. He saw Yang Yuanzang circling his primordial spirit, launching futile attacks with his divine sense. The jade Buddha remained unyielding, its golden light shimmering.

Qin Sang immediately launched a counterattack. The two sides pushed and pulled, Yang Yuan Zang's primordial spirit grew weaker and weaker. In alarm, he no longer dared to entangle further and hurriedly flew out of Qin Sang's sea of consciousness.

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“Please spare my life, Brother Qin! I can help you... ah...”

Qin Sang's mind echoed with Yang Yuan Zang's pleas for mercy, but he ignored them. He immediately manipulated the Wumu Sword outside, mercilessly shattering his soul essence.

'Bang!'

Qin Sang was about to get up from the ground, but a tidal wave of pain surged through his body. His legs went weak, and he collapsed back down with a painful cry.

When we first fought, my mind was incredibly tense, but I could still endure it.

Now that I've relaxed, my whole body feels like a tattered piece of cloth riddled with holes, aching everywhere. My qi sea and meridians especially feel as if they've been sliced and diced.

He's incredibly lucky that he managed to absorb four spirit stones in a row without his meridians being shattered by the spiritual energy.

Qin Sang smiled wryly, taking out several jade bottles from his pouch. These bottles were obtained from the jester swordsman's pouch. Qin Sang didn't recognize most of them, but one bottle contained water-dew pills, which he had seen before.

There were eight Water Dew Pills in the bottle. Qin Sang took out two and swallowed them. A wave of coolness flowed into his body, reducing his pain considerably.

Qin Sang stubbornly stood up, staggering over to collect Yang Yu Zang and Shen Jing's belongings. He burned their bodies and didn't dare take back the ebony sword. Gritting his teeth, he used the remaining spiritual power in his body to perform a teleportation technique, fleeing this place of danger as quickly as possible.

After crossing several mountain ranges, they finally hid in a cave.

Qin Sang didn't even have the heart to count his gains. He set up the Mirror of Confusion at the entrance of the cave and hurriedly circulated the Netherworld Sutra for meditation.

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Sang woke up leisurely. There was still a faint pain in his meridians and dantian, but time wouldn't allow him to continue meditating.

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