Dongxuan Spiritual Realm

Chapter 77 Entangled by a Fire Dragon
Yang Qisheng estimated his own strength compared to that of the Soul-Crossing Prince from back then.

Last time, he was at the peak of Foundation Establishment, far inferior to the Soul Crossing Prince. He was no match for him in a one-on-one fight, so he could only let him fight the horse demon while he himself stayed out of the way and profited from the chaos.

He has now completed his furnace refining and is at the same level as the Soul-Crossing Prince. Although the other has been refining his evil spirit for many years, while he has only just completed his furnace, he feels that their strengths are about the same.

If it were a fair contest, he should have a chance to defeat the Soul-Crossing Prince from that day.

Moreover, he also possesses the Ten Thousand Swords Gourd, a deadly weapon. As long as the opponent doesn't have a master at the Qi Refining stage, it's fine. The main concern is Cui Wushe.

It is said that the Eight Immortals of Ghosts have already refined the Ghost Pill. If he were to arrive in person, even if I had ten Thousand Swords Gourds, it would be of no use.

However, if that wicked young master asks his fellow disciples for help, two or three of them will likely arrive at once. If they want to slay the ghosts and exorcise the demons, they will have to put in some effort.

He imprinted a magical exorcising talisman on each of the three ghost heads: "Do something for me, and if you succeed, I will spare your lives; otherwise, I will make your souls vanish right now!"

The demon's head bobbed up and down, shaking like three rubber balls: "Please give me your orders, Master. I will do my utmost to serve you!"

Yang Qisheng had the three ghosts return to the Soul-Summoning Banner, then flew to a nearby high place, sat cross-legged, and used the Five Elements Sword Escape technique to disappear into the forest.

They sat there until the sun was setting before the black-hearted young master's two apprentices returned.

They each rode in a small sedan chair, made of paper, and the sedan chair bearers were also made of paper, just like the Soul-Crossing Prince of yesteryear.

However, the Soul-Crossing Prince rode in an eight-person sedan chair, while they could only ride in a two-person sedan chair.

The sedan chair was made of white paper with windows on both sides. The curtains were also made of white Xuan paper and were semi-transparent. There was light inside, and you could see shadowy figures "fighting".

The paper figure's feet left the ground by more than a foot, and it quickly flew to the front of the altar.

After they settled in, the sedan curtain was lifted, and two boys of about seventeen or eighteen years old stepped out. They were tall and thin, with pale faces and sickly appearances, as if a gust of wind could blow them away.

They were all drunk, hiccuping, and after getting out of the sedan chair, they each pulled a girl out from inside.

The girl's hair was disheveled, her clothes were messy, and her hands and feet were bound.

These two guys clearly possess bewitching magic that can render these girls unconscious or make them lose their minds, obediently cooperating with them in doing anything.

But they found that uninteresting and preferred the thrill of conquering others by forcing them to do the impossible, so they brought the two women back tied up.

The two women had strips of cloth tied around their mouths, so they could only make muffled sounds, which further aroused their bestial instincts.

One of them said to the other, "Brother, let's follow yesterday's rules and do it together, then take turns."

"Of course!" The other one couldn't wait any longer and dragged the girl he had brought back behind the altar and began to tear her clothes.

Yang Qisheng had already released four sword beams from his hands, two of which were white and sharp, flashing with lightning, instantly illuminating the area around the altar.

The sharp sword energy didn't kill them, but instead circled around their bodies, forming a dazzling sword ring that trapped them inside.

The other two Qingyang Sword Demons flew over, enveloped the two girls, and took them to a safe area several dozen feet away.

The two demonic disciples were trapped by the sharp sword aura. The cold light enveloped them, making their hair stand on end. One of them cried out, "It's a sword aura!"

The two of them were only at the Foundation Establishment stage, and when they encountered the Sword Fiend, especially in this situation, they were immediately terrified.

The other hurriedly cast a spell, and a ball of emerald green will-o'-the-wisp rose from beneath his feet. As the flames swirled around him, he vanished instantly.

But the Sharp Light Sword had already locked onto it, instantly chasing it to within a hundred paces. Ghost fire ignited, and it staggered and revealed itself in the flames, only to be immediately encircled by the Sharp Light Sword.

Now, if Yang Qisheng so desires, he can simply manipulate the sharp sword energy to draw it inward and cut them in two.

However, Yang Qisheng wanted to keep them alive to deal with the ruthless young master, so he spared their lives.

The two demon disciples then manipulated the paper figures to wield paper knives to slash at the sword circle. However, the sword demon split into four beams of pure white sword light, slicing all the paper figures in half at the waist, turning them into a pile of waste paper scattered on the ground.

When a cultivator at the Anlu Refining stage faces a cultivator at the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment stage, it's a complete dimensional reduction attack. These two demonic disciples have absolutely no chance to fight back!
"Who is this master here? What grudge do we have? Perhaps it's just a misunderstanding. Please show yourself." The senior brother, being the bolder one, spoke up. Yang Qisheng appeared, descending from the heights. He had already learned their names from the three ghost heads.

The ruthless young master's surname is Gao, and his disciples also take Gao as their surname. Regardless of their original surname, they must take Gao after becoming his disciples, followed by the numbers A, B, C, and D.

The two people who came today are Gao Bing and Gao Ding.

Yang Qisheng said, "You two are here performing rituals to harm people and forcibly taking women. You deserve to die a thousand deaths and should be chopped up and fed to the dogs."

Gao Ding was still not convinced: "Do you know who our master is? Our master is the famous Ghost Dao True Immortal, the Black-Hearted Young Master Gao Zhengliang! We are performing the spell to collect souls here on my master's orders. What are you? Where did you come from? How dare you meddle in our affairs? If you know what's good for you, release us quickly, or when my master comes, he will extract your soul and throw you into the Soul Refining Furnace to be refined into a magic weapon."

"Aren't you afraid of dying? How dare you talk to me like that?"

"Hmph!" Gao Ding said proudly, "After each of us disciples enters the sect, we have a soul lamp with our master. Our primordial spirit and soul are protected by the soul lamp. Even if your flying sword can kill our physical body, it cannot harm our primordial spirit. After we die, we will fly back to our master, and our master will help us find a suitable person to take over their body and be resurrected!"

"Are they that powerful?" Yang Qisheng wanted to use them to deal with the ruthless young master and also wanted to find out more information about him from them. First, he had to make them submit.

Yang Qisheng was originally a member of the martial arts world, where there are many ways to torture people.

These two guys practiced evil and demonic arts, and they had seen too many cases of killing, harming, and torturing people through soul-refining techniques, so ordinary methods were no longer effective.

Yang Qisheng thought for a moment, then took out a large piece of silver from his pocket and infused it with the sharp sword energy. The silver immediately became as soft as dough, and he could mold it into any shape he wanted.

He spread his hands, and the silver was stretched into a thin silver thread, about the thickness of a bean. Then, the inside of the thread sank inward, and the two ends converged at the midpoint, forming a hollow silver tube.

He pointed at Gao Ding, and the silver tube flew to Gao Ding's head, drilling in from the back of his head. It didn't go into the skull, but remained inside the scalp, outside the skull, running down the back of the head to the neck, rotating around the neck once, then down the shoulders, around the chest and back, continuing to wrap around the waist and abdomen, and finally down the thighs, circling the thighs five times.

Finally, one end of the silver tube pierced through the skin on Gao Ding's right foot.

Throughout the process, Gao Ding was in excruciating pain and tried to struggle, but he was held back by a surge of Hua Feng sword energy. He could only verbally threaten Yang Qisheng, repeatedly saying that when his master arrived, he would make Yang Qisheng wish he were dead.

A silver tube coiled around his skin from head to toe, like a venomous snake, dozens of times, with an opening at the top of his head and an opening at the bottom of his feet.

Yang Qisheng used the Water Escape Technique to grab a ball of clear water from the air, suspending it above his hand seals. In a moment, the water began to boil and churn. Then he made the water enter the silver tube.

Boiling water gushed down from the silver tube, flowing over the back of the head, neck, chest, back, waist, abdomen, hips, thighs, and calves. Some parts of the water clung to the bones, some to the blood vessels, and some flowed through the muscles, circling around and around, each place causing a different kind of pain.

Gao Ding let out a violent scream like a pig being slaughtered. He struggled frantically, but the Hua Feng evil energy pressing down on him was like a rock, binding him tightly and preventing him from even moving his fingers.

But he simply couldn't endure the torture of being "entangled in fire." Yang Qisheng had used up a fist-sized ball of water and was about to launch a second ball of boiling water when the boy started crying and begging for mercy, tears streaming down his face.

"Senior, spare me! Senior, spare me! Please, please have mercy! Spare me! Waaah... Please, have mercy..."

Yang Qisheng held back his second water balloon, then asked him, "Do you know how powerful I am? I have thirty-five more kinds of torture like this, and another seventy-two kinds of maiming torture, which are specifically for vicious, ruthless, murderous, thieving, raping and plundering bandits. I was planning to try them all on you, but how could you be such a coward and beg for mercy?"

Gao Ding was convulsing in pain, crying as he said, "I know I was wrong. I'm willing to serve you like a slave to atone for my sins. Please, senior, draw a line for us. We'll do whatever you ask. Please don't torture us like this, sob sob..."

Gao Bing, standing nearby, was also trembling with fear: "You are a senior master, and it is an insult to your reputation to torture us two juniors in this way."

Seeing that they had submitted, Yang Qisheng used magic to pull out the silver tube from Gao Ding's body and also removed the sword aura that had imprisoned them.

Gao Ding collapsed to the ground, but he was covered in injuries, with scalds under his skin from boiling water. Even the slightest touch made him jump up and howl in pain. In the end, he could only stand up because only the soles of his feet were unharmed.

Gao Bing had tried to escape but failed. Knowing that the opponent's power was unfathomable, he gave up the idea of ​​escaping again. He came over to help his junior brother to his feet and silently prayed that his master would come to save him as soon as possible.

Yang Qisheng first asked them about the black-hearted young master.

He had the "Soul-Crossing Notes" in his hand, and had just asked the three ghost heads a lot of questions. Now he would ask the two demon disciples to verify the information and determine its authenticity.

He deliberately asked them some questions he already knew, intending to torture them after they told him half a lie. However, the two were terrified. After all, they had only been cultivating for three or four years. Although they had done many evil deeds such as collecting souls, killing people, and refining souls for sacrifice, those were all done to others. When it happened to them, they felt unbearable pain. Just now, Gao Ding really wished he could die.

Their plan was to stall for time and wait for their master to come to their rescue. They even hoped to let the other side know how powerful their sect was so that they would back down and let them go. Therefore, they answered whatever Yang Qisheng asked without any concealment.

(End of this chapter)