Chapter 42: Mystic Yin Seizes Form, Nail-Head Claims Life
Rumble!
Violent wailing accompanied by increasingly intense fluctuations of spiritual Qi surged from mid-air. Ouyang Haoze’s eyes were blood-red; he had clearly become ruthless.
Seeing this scene, the other two Late Stage Qi Refining cultivators of the Divine Martial Sect, Wu Zhichong and Duanmu Yuan, could no longer sit still.
“Senior Brother Ouyang.”
Wu Zhichong stepped forward first. Seeing Ouyang Haoze’s wretched appearance, he felt a bit fearful and whispered, “The Supreme Sky Mirror is a matter of great importance after all…”
“I understand.”
Ouyang Haoze looked back at Wu Zhichong. The rage in his blood-red eyes quickly subsided as he spoke calmly, “But that demon inside the formation is more important! He is young yet proficient in formations, and his cultivation is not weak. If he breaks through to Qi Refining Perfection in the future, he might very well attempt Foundation Establishment.”
“If I can kill a Foundation Establishment Seed of the Demonic Sect, then so what if I sacrifice a Supreme Sky Mirror!”
Buzz! Buzz!
In mid-air, the Supreme Sky Mirror emitted a violent trembling sound, as if it had a different opinion.
However, Ouyang Haoze turned a deaf ear. It was just a Spirit Treasure. When it was useful, he called it Duke Taixiao; when it wasn’t, it was nothing.
Seeing that Ouyang Haoze’s mind was made up, Wu Zhichong could only sigh and stopped trying to dissuade him. After all, Ouyang Haoze, who was at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, was the person in charge of the Divine Martial Sect here. Since he had made the decision, he would naturally bear the consequences. It was enough that Wu Zhichong had tried to persuade him.
Meanwhile, inside the market.
Lu Yang put away the Blood Sun Sword Pellet, which had been mostly destroyed by the explosion. Holding the Primordial One-Qi Myriad Spirits Banner, he gazed with an unreadable expression at Ouyang Haoze outside the market.
“Junior Brother Lu, you aren’t dead?”
Fairy Feixia and Lu Yuanchun approached. One had a face written with surprise and joy, while the other, aside from the relief of surviving, was filled with apprehension toward Lu Yang.
“Brother Lu truly keeps his talents hidden!”
Lu Yuanchun praised loudly, “By repelling Ouyang Haoze this time, the market is safe and secure. It is enough to hold out until the Primordial Saint Sect receives the news and sends reinforcements!”
“Repelled? It is still too early for that.”
Lu Yang shook his head.
“Indeed. Looking at Ouyang Haoze’s appearance, his Qi and blood are greatly depleted. It is more than just repelling him; he is clearly heavily injured. This counts as teaching him a profound lesson!”
Fairy Feixia clapped her hands and laughed.
Lu Yuanchun hurriedly chimed in to agree.
However, seeing this, Lu Yang sneered and said something shocking, “Merely repelling him will not solve the problem once and for all. I have never liked leaving behind future troubles.”
“It is better to kill him. Simple and clean!”
“K-Kill whom?”
Ouyang Haoze?
For a moment, Fairy Feixia and Lu Yuanchun stood frozen in place. Even in their most optimistic imaginations, such a scene had never appeared.
That was a cultivator at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, a True Disciple of the Orthodox Path!
Who could kill him?
How?
In the next second, Lu Yang took out the Mystic Yin Sacred Jade that Lu Yuanchun had returned to him earlier. He pinched a seal and cast a spell, holding it in his palm to refine it.
Immediately after, this piece of precious jade gradually melted under Lu Yang’s manipulation. Finally, it turned into a circle of light, resembling a pale, translucent precious mirror. Under the illumination of the round light, figures quickly emerged in Lu Yang’s eyes, each corresponding to a lingering trace of Qi.
Judging by the reactions of others, it seemed only he could see them.
Fairy Feixia, Lu Yuanchun, Ouyang Haoze, Wu Zhichong, Duanmu Yuan… everyone who had fought here left their Qi traces behind.
“This is the Mystic Yin Form-Seizing Great Art…”
The second Divine Ability within the Grand Yin Corpse Liberation Transformation True Method. The only difficulty lay in the external object required. Therefore, after obtaining the precious jade, Lu Yang mastered it in mere moments!
“Let’s test its power.”
Lu Yang lowered his eyelids and quickly locked onto a lingering trace of Qi. It was Ouyang Haoze’s, captured by him through the Mystic Yin Seizing Form Great Art.
“Mystic Yin Seizes Form…”
Lu Yang circulated the Divine Ability. In the next second, the round light transformed from the Mystic Yin Sacred Jade devoured Ouyang Haoze’s aura, and then projected his figure.
“…Nail-Head Claims Life!”
Immediately, Lu Yang formed his fingers into a sword and slashed.
With a Crack!, the round light split into two. Along with it, Ouyang Haoze’s figure was also split into two halves, from head to toe.
Just to be safe, Lu Yang slashed vertically.
Almost simultaneously.
Outside the market, Ouyang Haoze had just finished his conversation with Wu Zhichong. He turned his head to look at the market, raised his hand, and threw the Supreme Sky Mirror into the formation.
Although the Supreme Sky Mirror struggled violently, his mind was made up to detonate it.
But in the next second, Ouyang Haoze’s movements came to an abrupt halt.
Immediately after, a strange slash mark appeared out of thin air on the top of his head, then rapidly spread downwards, finally turning into splashing blood.
He split open.
His corpse fell from mid-air. Only half of his face remained, still bearing a look of astonishment. His eye rolled slightly, as if he hadn’t yet realized what had happened.
“What happened… am I… dead?”
His consciousness dissipated in confusion just like that.
Without Ouyang Haoze’s control, the Supreme Sky Mirror that had fallen into the formation also quieted down.
Lu Yang beckoned with his hand, and it flew over of its own accord.
..
Northern Frontier, Divine Martial Sect Main Altar.
Inside a bright main hall.
This place was named the Soul Lamp Hall. As the name suggested, it housed the Soul Lamps of many high-ranking members of the Divine Martial Sect, including the Sect Master, Elders, and even True Disciples.
As an established power in the Northern Frontier, the Divine Martial Sect had ruled for over a thousand years. Its prestige was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and cases of high-ranking members dying were rare. Therefore, the disciples responsible for guarding this place were mostly lazy, viewing this position as a cushy job to mix in and get sect subsidies.
Today was like any other day. The disciple on duty performed the routine check of the Soul Lamps.
Entering the door, he swept his gaze across them.
Lit, lit, lit, lit, extinguished, lit, lit…
Hmm?
The disciple on duty blinked and subconsciously turned his head to look. He then rubbed his eyes, the expression on his face gradually shifting from casual to terrified.
“Extinguished, extinguished… Senior Brother Ouyang’s Soul Lamp is extinguished!?”
The voice spread instantly.
In the next second, a middle-aged Daoist appeared out of thin air inside the hall. His gaze fell upon the extinguished Soul Lamp, his face a mixture of shock and anger.
How many years had it been?
How many years had it been since a True Disciple of the Divine Martial Sect had fallen?
“Ouyang… Skull Mountain!?”
The middle-aged Daoist’s face was ashen. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Ouyang Haoze’s Soul Lamp.
Channeling his spiritual power, he forcibly reignited the flame!
Of course, the dead could not be brought back to life.
This reignited flame could not save Ouyang Haoze’s life; at most, it could re-manifest the scene he saw in his final moments.
Soon, the flame projected a scene.
The middle-aged Daoist recognized it at a glance as the Primordial Saint Sect’s market at Skull Mountain. Inside the market, a handsome and spirited young man was gazing into the distant sky.
It was him? He killed Ouyang Haoze?
A hatred deep enough to etch into bone emerged in the middle-aged Daoist’s eyes.
Because Ouyang Haoze was not only a True Disciple of the sect but also the most outstanding member of the younger generation of his Ouyang Family, a junior upon whom he had placed high hopes!
This hatred..
This vengeance..
It would not end until death!
“Hmm?”
Inside the Skull Mountain market, Lu Yang, who had just put away the Supreme Sky Mirror that had voluntarily surrendered, suddenly frowned.
He looked up at the sky, a chill rising in his heart.
He was very familiar with this feeling.
It was the sensation of one’s own karma being meddled with by an external force.
In his past life, when the Peak Master of Heaven-Mending Peak calculated his karma, he had felt a similar sensation.
Could it be that another Foundation Establishment Perfected One was plotting against him!?
Advance chapters at Nightjar Reads · nightjarreads.com