The Furious Golden Core Expert

"Good!"

Wu Sui's expression brightened as he called out.

"Junior Brother Ji Yin is indeed a forthright and trustworthy man! I shall hand the Heavenly Spirit Fruits over to you right now."

As he spoke, Wu Sui walked quickly toward the pile of clothes on the ground.

Enduring her agonizing pain, Ying Ni shouted out, furious at his lack of wariness.

"Ji Yin, how can you be so stupid as to easily believe Wu Sui's lies?! How did someone as ignorant as you ever cultivate to the ninth level of Qi Refining in the bone-devouring Corpse Demon Sect?!"

Song Wen seemed to be startled awake by Ying Ni's curse. When Wu Sui was still more than twenty meters away from the Storage Bag, he suddenly called out.

"Senior Brother Wu Sui, halt."

Song Wen's sudden voice brought Wu Sui's footsteps to an abrupt stop.

He stared at the nearby Storage Bag, his eyes burning with greed.

However, he suppressed his impatience, squeezed out a smile, and said to Song Wen.

"Junior Brother Ji Yin, what is it now?"

Song Wen said, "Senior Sister Ying Ni's words are not without reason. Since I have already tossed my Storage Bag aside, shouldn't Senior Brother also show some sincerity and temporarily dispel the spiritual shield around you?"

Wu Sui glanced at Song Wen, then returned his gaze to the Storage Bag.

Beside the Storage Bag lay a Corpse-Raising Bag, which contained the Corpse Puppet refined from the body of the Foundation Establishment body-cultivator.

Wu Sui's gaze swept back and forth between Song Wen, the Storage Bag, and the Corpse-Raising Bag.

A moment later, he seemed to make up his mind.

"Fine, I will agree to Junior Brother's request!"

He was a full fifty meters away from Song Wen. At this distance, even if Song Wen still possessed hidden trump cards, Wu Sui would have ample time to trigger the Magic Power left by Wu Ren and condense the spiritual shield once more.

As soon as the words left his mouth, the cyan light shield surrounding Wu Sui vanished without a trace.

Wu Sui kept his eyes locked on Song Wen, deeply afraid the other party would seize the chance to launch a sneak attack.

To his pleasant surprise, Song Wen did no such thing, merely watching on as Wu Sui stepped closer and closer to the pile of clothes.

Closer!

Ten meters!

Eight meters!

Six meters!

Wu Sui was thrilled. The Corpse-Raising Bag was right in front of him.

When the distance closed to less than three meters, Wu Sui suddenly lunged forward, snatching at the Corpse-Raising Bag on the ground.

"Roar!"

The Pseudo-Tier 2 Corpse Puppet, refined from the Foundation Establishment cultivator, abruptly materialized.

The Corpse Puppet surged forward, moving as fast as wind and lightning. Radiating a chilling Killing Intent, it charged straight at Song Wen.

At this moment, Wu Sui's face was twisted in mockery and Killing Intent.

"Ji Yin, die!"

Ying Ni's eyes dimmed into dead ashes once more. She had thought that if Song Wen emerged victorious, she might still retain a sliver of hope for survival.

Yet, this excellent advantage had been personally buried by this utter fool, Ji Yin.

Truly ignorant to the extreme!

How could someone of the demonic path trust others so easily?!

Faced with the Corpse Puppet and its billowing Corpse Qi and monstrous fiendish aura, Song Wen appeared completely flustered, his face pale with fear and panic.

Just as the Corpse Puppet reached him, Song Wen finally slapped the Corpse-Raising Bag at his waist.

A ninth-level Qi Refining Corpse Puppet leaped out, blocking Song Wen's front.

Meanwhile, Song Wen himself turned and fled toward the mouth of the cave!

"Fleeing? Ji Yin, do you really think you can still escape?"

"Hahaha..."

"Don't tell me you foolishly believed a normal ninth-level Qi Refining Corpse Puppet could stop my Corpse Puppet? You can never escape my grasp!"

Wu Sui's triumphant laughter echoed throughout the cavern.

As if to prove Wu Sui's point, the moment the two Corpse Puppets collided, the disparity was clear.

The ninth-level Qi Refining Corpse Puppet failed to mount any resistance. The Pseudo-Tier 2 Corpse Puppet grabbed it by the neck with one hand and clawed its waist with the other, lifting it entirely off the ground.

With a vicious tear, the Pseudo-Tier 2 Corpse Puppet effortlessly ripped the iron-hard body of the ninth-level Qi Refining Corpse Puppet in half.

Casually tossing the mangled remains aside, the Pseudo-Tier 2 Corpse Puppet took a few large strides and caught up to Song Wen.

It slammed its palm directly onto the back of Song Wen's head.

"Bang!"

Song Wen's head exploded like a watermelon dropped from a high cliff, splattering gore across the ground.

Wu Sui's face overflowed with wild arrogance.

A mere Ji Yin, a lowly outer sect disciple, actually dared to oppose him. He was simply courting death!

"Pfft!"

The wet sound of a sharp object piercing flesh rang out directly behind Wu Sui.

A shriveled, pitch-black claw, its nails gleaming with a bone-chilling cold light, stabbed through his back and erupted from his chest.

Upon that claw, the Corpse Fiend Qi acted like countless jagged blades, violently shredding his internal organs into a bloody paste.

Looking back, it was actually the Ji Yin who should have been dead!

Shouldn't Ji Yin have died?!

Wasn't his head just smashed in by the Corpse Puppet?!

Why did he suddenly appear behind him?!

Carrying endless questions into the dark, Wu Sui slowly lost his breath.

The blood qi and soul within Wu Sui's corpse rapidly gathered toward Song Wen. Accompanying them was a strand of Divine Sense.

"Junior, you dare kill this seat's direct grandson?! This old man will make you wish you were dead!"

......

At the same time.

On Corpse Demon Mountain, within a cave dwelling near the summit.

An old man suddenly opened his eyes. Within his gaze, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood seemed to churn.

Two piercing gleams shot from his eyes, as though crossing thousands of miles of mountains and rivers to strike the Withered Blood Secret Realm.

"Sui'er is dead!"

"No matter who the murderer is, this old man will tear you limb from limb!"

A voice dripping with absolute hatred echoed through the cave dwelling.

A moment later, Wu Ren's expression shifted, his face twisting in disbelief.

"How did the soul wisp this seat left on Sui'er's body suddenly vanish?!"

"Sui'er should be in the Withered Blood Secret Realm right now. With a strand of Magic Power given by this seat and a Pseudo-Tier 2 Corpse Puppet, who could possibly kill him?"

After pondering for a long moment, Wu Ren stood up and flew into the sky, heading straight toward the Withered Blood Secret Realm.

......

Song Wen sensed the Divine Sense he had just devoured and sighed in his heart.

People like Wu Sui, backed by profound backgrounds, were indeed different from the norm. They held far too many trump cards.

Even in death, they could unleash a fatal threat.

Unfortunately for Wu Sui, he had run into Song Wen and ultimately perished.

That strand of Divine Sense had already been swallowed by his Sea of Consciousness, turning into pure nourishment.

Earlier, the figure whose head was crushed by the Pseudo-Tier 2 Corpse Puppet had actually been the Substitute Puppet.

To make the deception flawless, Song Wen had applied a simple disguise to the Substitute Puppet, modifying its appearance and build to closely match his own.

This completely fooled Wu Sui, making him believe that the figure slain by the Corpse Puppet was Song Wen's true body.

After devouring the essence blood and soul from Wu Sui's corpse, Song Wen walked over to Ying Ni.

Ying Ni was too heavily injured and had gone far too long without treatment. Her condition was critical, and she was already hovering on the verge of death.

Seeing Song Wen approach, a desperate thirst for life flickered in Ying Ni's eyes.

Exhausting the last dregs of her strength, she struggled to prop up her upper torso and pleaded.

"Junior Brother Ji Yin, save me! I can swear a blood oath to take you as my master. I will absolutely obey your every command."

Song Wen's gaze swept over her-taking in her stunningly beautiful face, her slender and well-proportioned figure, and finally, the gaping, bloody hole at her Dantian.

Ying Ni knew far too many of his secrets. For his own absolute safety, Ying Ni had to die.

Moreover, Ying Ni was now a cripple. Even if she truly submitted as his slave, what use did he have for a cripple?

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