Translator: CinderTL
"This... is the void harmony realm?" Xu Sanyan murmured unconsciously, staring at the Daoist Nun's body, feeling an unparalleled shock deep in his heart.
Why had her appearance become so terrifying and repulsive?
On the other side, the great elder's voice suddenly sharpened as he witnessed the scene. "You're insane! How dare you cultivate a Forbidden Art?"
Forbidden Arts weren't strictly prohibited, but their severe negative consequences made them universally shunned in the cultivation world.
A low chuckle escaped the Daoist Nun's lips, gradually escalating into mad laughter. "Heh heh heh... ha ha ha ha ha..."
With each laugh, the Daoist Nun's body swelled more rapidly. In moments, she lost all semblance of humanity, her form completely enveloped by layers of fleshy tumors. Putrid blood and pus oozed from every pore, a truly nauseating sight.
Xu Sanyan turned and fled without a word. He didn't understand what was happening to the Daoist Nun, but he knew it couldn't be good.
After running a considerable distance, his curiosity overwhelmed him. He hid at a distance, peeking back to observe.
The great elder, his heart pounding with terror, watched the still-expanding mass of flesh. Without hesitation, he formed a sword with two fingers, pointing it skyward. Instantly, golden light coalesced across the heavens.
The diffuse radiance gathered into a colossal golden sword, which pierced the flesh ball in a flash.
"Die!"
Whoosh—
The massive blade sliced effortlessly through the Daoist Nun's body, showering the sky with foul blood and flesh like crimson rain. A gaping hole appeared in her torso, a wound that would have been fatal to any ordinary person.
Yet the Daoist Nun seemed oblivious. Around the bloody cavity, tendrils of flesh writhed and intertwined, rapidly sealing the wound. Even the severed fragments of flesh flew back, clinging to her body like insects burrowing into her flesh.
The battle on the ground had long ceased. Everyone gazed upward at the Daoist Nun hovering in the air.
Suddenly, a muffled, hoarse voice emanated from the flesh ball, its genderless timbre resonating with an unsettling resonance. "Blood Sea..."
The crowd remained puzzled until someone cried out in horror, "Ah... my hand!"
Panic erupted as cries of terror echoed through the air, each voice thick with unspeakable dread. "Miss Mei, stop this at once!"
"Master, it's Xuan'er!" a man wailed, begging for mercy.
The Daoist Nun remained deaf to their pleas, as if she had lost her mind.
Beneath her feet, the crowd melted like candles, their flesh tearing apart and transforming into a bloody mist that drifted skyward. Corpses lying on the ground decomposed in an instant, leaving behind only skeletons, stripped of every trace of flesh and blood.
From a distance, the scene resembled a crimson masterpiece, countless fragments of flesh coalescing into strands that flew upward, converging into the pulsating meat sphere with unnatural speed.
The spectacle possessed a perverse beauty.
The Daoist Nun showed no discrimination, her mystical arts ensnaring friend and foe alike within their range.
"Run!" someone screamed, but it was too late. Those who tried to flee barely took a few steps before the flesh peeled from their faces, leaving them as skeletons collapsing to the ground.
"Old Demon Woman, you've gone mad!" The great elder, wreathed in golden light, desperately resisted the encroaching mystical arts, his face finally betraying terror.
The Daoist Nun ignored him. As the bloody mist surged into her body, the meat sphere swelled to monstrous proportions, now resembling a mountain of flesh.
Xu Sanyan, sensing the dire situation, had already fled far away. Looking up, he could barely make out a red dot in the sky.
He owed his survival to his quick escape. Otherwise, his skeleton would have joined the hundred others littering the ground.
He had no illusions about being able to withstand such an unholy spell.
The mountain of flesh in mid-air continued to swell until all the blood and flesh had merged into its body, at which point it finally began to slow. By now, the Daoist Nun could no longer be described as terrifying; she had become a calamity—a calamity for the cultivation world!
The great elder's eyes were filled with anxiety. He was trapped in a dilemma, the mysterious aura surrounding him constantly eroding his defenses. Golden light desperately struggled to repel the encroaching darkness.
Below, the nine Soul Refinement elders of the Wang Family lay dead, their bleached bones scattered across the ground, completely stripped of flesh.
"Ugh..."
The flesh sphere emitted a guttural, incomprehensible groan, like a sob or a lament.
Xu Sanyan narrowed his eyes, turned, and fled. He dared not linger any longer.
Boom!
The moment he turned, a violent shockwave slammed into him from behind, sending him staggering. Trees snapped like twigs as the force crashed against the mountains, sending countless boulders tumbling down like a dragon's earth-shattering roar.
Xu Sanyan twisted around in shock, disbelief etched across his face. How could he be affected by such a distant explosion?
The sky was now filled with a faint crimson mist, enveloping a strand of golden light. Within that light, a figure struggled to resist—the great elder of the Wang Family.
Without another glance, Xu Sanyan fled into the distance.
After a long while, Xu Sanyan hid at the foot of the mountain, examining three storage pouches in his hand. There should have been five, but two had been destroyed in the battle.
These high-grade storage pouches used formations to create small spatial dimensions. While their internal capacity was greater than ordinary pouches, destroying the formation would cause their contents to vanish.
The two destroyed pouches belonged to the guards. Princess Zheyun's storage pouch remained intact, and Xu Sanyan eagerly emptied its contents. The first thing that caught his eye was a massive pile of spirit stones—tens of thousands of them, glittering brightly.
Xu Sanyan had little interest in spirit stones. Back when he was with the Harmonious Heart Demonic Sect, he had controlled far greater quantities and had long since grown immune to their allure.
Mixed among the spirit stones were two crystals with slightly different hues. His eyes lit up as he instantly recognized them:
Soul crystals!
He hadn't expected someone at Zheyun's Dao Seeking Realm to possess soul crystals, let alone two!
Truly an Imperial Princess—wealthy indeed.
In his eyes, these two soul crystals were far more valuable than the mountain of spirit stones, and far more useful to him.
After carefully stowing away the spirit stones and soul crystals, Xu Sanyan turned his attention to the pile of porcelain bottles. Lacking labels, he had no idea what they contained. He opened a few to peek inside, recognizing only some healing pills.
Next, he picked up the longsword lying nearby. With a clang, the blade slid from its sheath, its razor-sharp edge gleaming brightly—clearly a top-tier magic artifact.
Too bad he didn't use swords.
The remaining items held little value for him: scattered trinkets and magic artifacts. However, seven or eight spherical objects caught his eye.
These could be quite useful, he thought. Whether trapping enemies or dueling one-on-one, they'd come in handy.
Among the miscellaneous items was a pile of clothing—a jumble of garments, from long skirts to short ones. Xu Sanyan picked up a piece, sniffed it, and shook his head in slight disappointment.
What a pity... they're all new.
Given Zheyun's noble status, she likely discarded her worn clothes rather than storing them in a storage pouch.
Unlike the Feng Clan girl, who, being poorer and more frugal, carefully kept her worn clothes for later use, resulting in a lingering, rich body scent.
"What use do I have for new clothes?" Xu Sanyan muttered, tossing them aside.
(End of the Chapter)
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