A life of idleness in the world of demons

Chapter 89. 88. Pure Yang Furnace, Encountering Green Bamboo Again (8.1K words - Long chapter, please subscribe)
The spirit of Ning Xuan lingered, circling and meandering before entering the depths of the Shanmo Sect's residence. It descended the steps and, in the darkness, crawled into a cage—the body of a recently deceased person. Then, it moved its five fingers, broke free of its shackles, tore open the cage, and stepped out.

The yang soul cannot last, therefore it needs to possess a physical body.

It was a man who looked like a caravan guard. Perhaps he didn't follow the others to believe in the Sanmo religion, so he was considered a heretic and imprisoned in the underground prison. There were bloody marks on his neck from being strangled, and in a corner not far away, there was a broken necklace.

After Ning Xuan possessed the body, he took the necklace and threw it, along with the dirty clothes, into the oasis lake to wash them clean.

The man was very young.

The necklace is adorned with palm-sized portraits.

The portrait depicts a woman who is smiling happily.

Painters who create this kind of painting can be found on the streets of the prefectural city; they are not rare.

However, he had not absorbed the man's memories, so he did not know who the woman was.

After he emerged from his bath, he shook his body, and with a flick of his yang spirit, steam rose from his body. With a flick of his fingers, the broken necklace was melted back together, and he carefully put it on around his neck.

Ning Xuan, dressed in tattered but clean hemp clothes, turned his head to look at the old woman who had her back to him not far away, and said, "Alright."

Han Yin, or rather, Granny Han Tan, is naturally no longer a young girl.

But after hearing the voice, she turned her head, her aged eyes looking at the young man who came out, and then she revealed a youthful smile.

Those who have lived through nearly two centuries often have a special feeling for those who have also experienced vicissitudes.

She saw antiquity, loneliness, and love in the young man's eyes.

In addition, in this day and age, sect martial arts have long been replaced by "consuming demon cores," which is further proof that the man with "twelve golden patterns" was a legendary powerhouse from the Five Poisons Sect in the past.

Although the man had twelve golden markings, Han Yin sensed five kinds of power belonging to the Five Poisons Sect on him.

"I never expected that my sect still has a senior member alive."

Han Yin smiled, took a few steps forward, and then raised her hand in a gesture of respect.

She remembered that she had bowed in the same way when she first entered the Five Poisons Sect.

She suddenly realized that the prosperity of ancient times might not have truly come to an end.

Isn't this senior still around?
Ning Xuan looked at the radical village chief and understood the other party's misunderstanding. However, he did not explain, but instead smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "I have lost all my memories and my body has also fallen to this state."

Han Yin said, "Han Yin, the nineteenth generation disciple of the Five Poisons Sect, greets senior. Does senior still remember my name?"

Ning Xuan said, "I came from ancient times. There are deserts and oases here, so I will call myself Ancient Desert Continent."

He spoke very casually.

A name is just something to call someone by, something you don't call "that one" when you're addressing them. What does it matter what you call them?
He is carefree, and so is Han Yin.

This old lady particularly liked this carefree attitude.

She saw in this carefree attitude a kind of ancient sect's leisurely life.

"Senior Gu".

She bowed and then said, "My lifespan is nearing its end. Is there anything else I can do for Senior Gu?"

Ning Xuan said, "Help me recover."

Han Yin said cheerfully, "Alright! I still have a Poison Yuan Human Shell, which belonged to my former master. It's perfect for you to use. However, that human shell is in the hands of my disciple, A Sui, who has been gone for a long time. We need to find him first."

Ning Xuan said, "No rush. I have forgotten many things, and I have forgotten many powers. I have even forgotten where I came from and where I am going. I don't even know what kind of world this is now."

As he spoke, he stopped and bowed deeply to Han Yin, saying without any airs, "Please, Miss Han, do not hesitate to teach me."

Han Yin was taken aback and looked at the mysterious expert with a strange expression.

Although this powerful being's Yang Soul Body is only at the early stage of the fourth rank, it is indeed the Yang Soul Body that is hailed as "the supreme ruler of the nine-five, the unparalleled true Yang".

Han Yin became increasingly certain: This was some old monster who had been sleeping for so long using some kind of secret technique, and whose cultivation level had plummeted and whose memories were completely gone.

"It is my great fortune to meet you at the end of my life, senior. I will certainly speak frankly and without reservation. May I ask where you would like to begin?"

"Let me first teach you the power you used to seal the Yin Ghost."

"That power was actually created by someone like you, called the 'Pure Yang Furnace.' It gathers all the Yang energy in the body and transforms it into a furnace. It absorbs Yin energy and then annihilates it, allowing it to return to the world. The Yin Ghost will then return to its original state."

Ning Xuan listened, then a thought suddenly struck him, and he asked, "Can this furnace be used to refine treasures?"

"Treasures? Ha. We martial artists are treasures in themselves, why would we need external treasures?" Han Yin was extremely proud.

Ning Xuan looked at her calmly.

Under the gaze of her senior, Han Yin lowered her head and said, "Actually, there are no good metals in our world, so even if we refine them, it's useless, so no one refines them anymore."
Later, when the world of incense offerings was connected, we discovered that the demons and bodhisattvas there had gone down a different path.

They possess treasures, but are not skilled in martial arts.

Because of the abundance of treasures, even ordinary minor demons, as long as they possess powerful magical artifacts, can kill our experts.

So, we lost.

Nowadays, the Imperial Capital's Divine Weapon Camp also has a passage connecting to the Incense World. Through that passage, one can go to a special mine in the Incense World and collect some special metals that can be used to refine magical treasures.

The Divine Weapon Battalion would naturally venture out to collect special metals, and they were already able to forge simple treasures for use by martial artists outside.

However, according to martial arts tradition, no one practices treasure hunting.
But if one had to say, no matter how fierce an ordinary fire is, it can't compare to the furnace of one's own pure yang energy.

Perhaps we've become too rigid; we should also be more open to new things.

Han Yin dared not mislead such a senior figure.

Ning Xuan said, "I would like to ask Master Han to teach me the Pure Yang Furnace."

Han Yin smiled and said, "Senior Gu, there's no need to be so polite. Please let me explain."

"Didn't the son-in-law catch any fish today?" Granny Qin asked with a smile.

"Who said that?" Yin Hun Ning Xuan said, skillfully buying a large, fat fish from the fish market and throwing it into his fish basket.

Old Man Lan Yu, carrying a fish basket, followed Ning Xuan to the Ning residence.

Once they were alone, Elder Lan Yu said, "Young Master, you must have encountered a bottleneck, right?"

The ghost Ning Xuan remained silent.

The old man Lan Yu said, "To draw upon Yang energy for completeness, nothing surpasses one's own Yang energy. Someone as unique as you, son-in-law, is truly a rare find. Son-in-law, do not give up, and do not be anxious."

These words, seemingly spoken by an elder showing concern for a younger generation, actually conceal a strong malice.

If Ning Xuanzhen listened to him and did it, she would soon find herself running out of energy and forced to stop cultivating. Then her body would become weak, her breakthrough in realm would be put on hold, and she would be stuck in a dilemma, unable to advance or retreat, and trapped before the fourth grade of the Life Establishment Realm.

As for the question?

He's already an exceptional individual, one in a thousand years, so why did he fail?
Perhaps he didn't work hard enough, perhaps he was anxious, or perhaps he lacked talent.

In short, Old Man Blue Rain can talk about anything.

At that time, not only will he be unable to break through his cultivation level, but his mental state will also collapse.

Nothing could be more destructive than this: obstructing the path and destroying the heart.

But Ning Xuan already knew.

He not only knew this, but he had also found the opportunity for his Yin Soul to break through to the fourth rank through continuous trial and error in the nightmare world. It could be said that if he wanted to, he could immediately enter the fourth rank.

Granny Qin nudged Old Man Lan Yu and whispered, "Stop talking. Can't you see the young master is in a bad mood?"

Her words seemed to offer comfort, but in reality, they were stirring up trouble, leaving Ning Xuan with a feeling of "failed breakthrough, unsuccessful cultivation, and melancholy."

"Does the son-in-law drink?"

"Old Man Blue Rain suddenly asked."

Then, he laughed heartily and said, "This old man also likes to drink. When I was single-handedly holding off the demon tide, I was carrying a big gourd of wine on my back, wasn't I? Sometimes, a good drink can wash away all worries, making one carefree and unrestrained. What troubles are there in this world?"

Ning Xuan paused in his tracks.

He was somewhat curious as to why these Yin ghosts were so determined to hinder his cultivation.

"How is it, son-in-law?" Old Man Lan Yu asked.

Ning Xuan sighed softly and said, "Forget it, Xuan Xue is still too young to handle the taste of alcohol. I won't drink anymore."

He appeared extremely melancholy.

Both Elder Lan Yu and Granny Qin were very satisfied.

"The Taiyin Ghosts are born from resentment and yin energy. They are inherently vicious and extreme. Even if they put on clothes and follow the appearance of the clothes in life, they may have some humanity. But that humanity is not theirs."

"The Yin ghosts cannot be killed, but they can be returned to their original state by using the Pure Yang Furnace. However, their Yin energy is too strong, and the Pure Yang Furnace requires too much Yang energy. Once activated, they often end up perishing together with the ghosts."

One hundred years ago.
Many fellow disciples perished together with the Taiyin Ghost in this way.

Unfortunately, his fellow disciples perished, but the Taiyin Ghost recovered and crawled back from the Taiyin Ghost Realm, transforming himself, donning new clothes, and beginning a new cultivation journey.

The ghost that you saw just now was a corpse-sewing ghost.

"Senior, don't be fooled by its current low rank (early stage). A hundred years ago, it reached the late stage (late stage) of the fourth rank."

Han Yin and Ning Xuan are on the same path.

Han Yin spoke fluently and eloquently.

She had just exhausted herself. If she originally had eight or nine years to live, after that ordeal, she would only have a few months left at most.

However, she was still very happy.

After explaining the method of the "Pure Yang Furnace" to Ning Xuan, she began to discuss cultivation realms.

Ning Xuan asked, "Is the late stage of the fourth rank such an extraordinary realm?"

"Yes." Han Yin looked reminiscing, then said, "Cultivation isn't actually that mysterious."

If it is said that the fourth rank of destiny is the difference between immortals and mortals.

Those who reach the fifth level of Foundation Establishment, though taking different paths, all arrive at the same destination, standing at the foot of the Great Dao Mountain and climbing along the same path.

Before reaching the fifth rank, demons and monsters each have their own unique characteristics and cultivation methods. But once they reach the fifth rank, everyone embarks on the same path of cultivation.

Therefore, in order to better establish a foundation, the later stage of the fourth grade of life establishment becomes an extremely important stage.

This stage is especially important for the Yin Ghost.

Ning Xuan asked, "Why?"

Han Yin said, "Because once they cross this threshold, the Taiyin Ghosts will have a lifespan and will no longer be ghosts. Therefore, they will definitely make quite thorough preparations for better foundation building."

The Yin Ghosts have existed for a very long time; they could easily spend decades, even centuries, preparing for this.

Ning Xuan asked, "What if the Taiyin Ghost reaches the fifth rank before perishing?"

Han Yin said, "Then they will be reincarnated again, just like humans, but I know very little about that realm."

After saying that, Han Yin continued, "In the present world, the Taiyin Ghosts are in power. They want to turn the whole world into a greenhouse for them to harvest resources."

The Zixia Temple is merely a part of the Zixia Holy Sect; this temple is likely specifically for the Taiyin Ghost to break through to the fifth rank.

"I see."

Ning Xuan nodded slightly, "Miss Han is very knowledgeable and has broadened my horizons."

Han Yin was taken aback, and quickly waved her hand, saying, "You've simply forgotten these things; it's me who's been showing off my limited skills in front of you, senior."

As Ning Xuan listened, for some reason, he suddenly thought of his mysterious mother-in-law.

The mother-in-law's behavior perfectly fits the standard of "spending decades to reach the fifth rank".

Han Yin continued to speak eloquently: "Although you are only at the early stage of the fourth rank of the Life Establishment Realm, you have the foundation of supreme true yang. With such a foundation, you can achieve ten times the result with half the effort and make rapid progress in a day."

The yang energy within the mutated human form of the Poisonous Yuan was enough to provide a small portion of yang energy for the senior.

However, if it aligns with the senior's needs, it could provide a large portion, or even all, of the Yang energy required to reach the mid-stage of the Life Establishment realm.

Ning Xuan asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Han Yin said, "There is a problem with the Poisonous Yuan Human Metamorphosis. There may still be a wisp of the remnant soul of the Human Metamorphosis predecessor deep in its core. That remnant soul is not enough to possess a body, but it is enough to merge into a human soul."

However, the remnant soul will not easily merge with others unless the person absorbing the poisonous essence and the person who molted in life are extremely compatible in terms of personality and character, that is, in terms of soul compatibility. Only then will the remnant soul come out on its own and merge into the user's body with all its power.

If they can be completely integrated, the power within the Poisonous Yuan Human Metamorphosis will be enough to propel the senior from the early stage of the fourth-grade Life Establishment to the middle stage, and ensure that the Yang energy required for the middle stage is fully satisfied. Once a Life Establishment Treasure is obtained, the senior can break through to the late stage of the fourth-grade Life Establishment and then begin preparations for breaking through to the fifth grade.

My Five Poisons Sect has survived to this day, but only one sect remains, and only two Poison Yuan Human Tumors are left.

The one in my hand belongs to my former master. He was an upright and incorruptible man with a strong sense of self-sacrifice. He was able to endure humiliation and hardship for the sake of the sect. I thought I could match my master, but I failed.

There's another one, in the hands of Lan Yu, a traitor in my sect, whose whereabouts are unknown.

That one of his was from an unconventional master in my sect.

That grandmaster was known as the Five Poisons Demoness in her youth, a femme fatale. She appeared pure and innocent, but in reality... In short, that grandmaster once caused several sects' prodigies to fight over her, so that human molt could only provide some yang energy for a stable boost; no one could inherit it.

The two talked and chatted.

Every now and then, Han Yin would also point out the essentials of using the "Pure Yang Furnace".

This "Pure Yang Furnace" is not a cultivation method, but merely a secret technique, the kind that you can master once you understand it.

However, not every fourth-rank martial artist can use the "Pure Yang Furnace".

The so-called five yangs are united in one furnace.

Only five yang lines can reveal a "pure yang furnace".

As for Ning Xuan...

Theoretically, the number nine-five can "nine yangs in the sky," which can manifest nine pure yang furnaces, representing the limit of this technique.

The sun was setting.
Along the way, Han Yin also gave Ning Xuan a lot of guidance, at least showing him the path to the future and letting him know the general methods of cultivation.

As for passing on the tradition, Han Yin left behind his voice to die, so how could he possibly take it with him?

"That kid Ah Sui is fast," Han Yin said with a smile. "If he had been born in our time, he would at least have been an inner disciple of a sect."

A gentle evening breeze was blowing, and the temperature in the desert began to drop sharply, turning from scorching heat to freezing cold.

Neither Han Yin nor Ning Xuan intended to stop; they strode across the desert.

Han Yin glanced at the man beside her from time to time. She was somewhat excited, but unfortunately, she could no longer accompany this senior on this journey.

Just then, without any warning, dawn broke.

A blinding golden light shone in the moonlit sky, illuminating the frost-covered desert in a golden hue.

A familiar light, a familiar sense of oppression, descended upon the sky. Ning Xuan looked up.

I saw a golden, gleaming hand overhead that blotted out the sky.

A beautiful woman in purple robes stood directly above the palm of his hand.

The woman looked very familiar; she resembled her own wife by about 70%.

Ning Xuan never imagined that he would run into his mother-in-law here again.

The difference is that last time his mother-in-law came to save him, but this time, she came to kill him, or rather, to kill Han Yin.

"Heh, so there's a mastermind behind everything."

"The robes of a mid-fourth-rank Celestial Master, just half a step away from the fifth-rank Ghost Mother."

Han Yin's skill level was clearly far superior to Lan Yu's; she recognized his background at a glance. Then, she looked at the man beside her and simply said, "Goodbye, Senior Gu."

She knew that Senior Gu would definitely leave.

A martial artist should not waste his life on meaningless things.

Sometimes, leaving takes more courage than staying.

After saying that, she opened her arms.

Her body swelled again, to one zhang, two zhang, three zhang.
Her skin became smooth and supple again, like that of a virgin.
Her aged face regained its youthful glow, transforming into the rosy cheeks of a young girl, radiating the excitement of her first visit to the mountain gate, her eyes filled with anticipation and longing for the future.
She straightened her back, held her head high, and raised her hands high to block the enormous, sky-covering hand. A contemptuous smile appeared on her lips—a smile that, despite her defeat, despite being like a stray dog, despite being on the verge of death, still held a contemptuous and disdainful air.

"I'm not one of those people like Blue Rain. This time, I'll make sure you leave empty-handed!!"

Bang!
Bang!
Two hands were raised high and struck the giant hand that fell from the sky.

This was the last scene Ning Xuan saw.

After this scene, he returned to the place where the spirits resided through the Twin Curse.

The fragrant fish soup was topped with finely chopped scallions, and the rising steam blurred one's vision.

Yunyi's sister-in-law laughed and said, "Uncle, have you caught all the big fish in that lake?"

Ning Xuan smiled and said, "Heavenly Guardian, Xuan Xue should be able to start trying fish soup by now, right?"

Lu Xuezhi, holding the sleeping baby girl in her arms, said, "If she's willing to wake up, she should be able to drink."

Ning Xuan then glanced at the empty seats next to him.

He seemed completely unaffected by the shocking scene that had just unfolded.

It seamlessly transitioned into daily life.

After all, he wasn't some senior from a real ancient sect.

Even if he saw a true, passionate warrior bravely facing death, he wouldn't feel the slightest bit moved.

"Is your older brother still busy?"

"Yes."

Yun Yi was clearly upset, but he pretended to be indifferent and said, "He said that the Demon Slayer Division is escorting demons across the border, and he needs to send people to assist and guard the area to prevent any accidents from happening to the demons being escorted. Because this time it is a third-rank great demon, he has to keep an eye on it personally."

"Big brother is really busy, unlike me. I've finally got some free time."

Ning Xuan ladled out some fish soup, soaked rice in it, and started eating.

As he ate, the oil on his fish soup rice suddenly spread out, with a large patch of oil on top resembling a hand that blotted out the sky, while the throbbing pain below resembled a young girl raising her hand to block out the collapsing sky.

He paused for a moment, closed his eyes, and then quickly resumed eating.

The Celestial Master's robes of the mid-fourth rank, and the Ghost Mother who is just a step away from the fifth rank.
It turns out that he wasn't so far away from his mother-in-law after all.

One month later.
At the border between Leizhou and the Western Regions stands a formidable pass—Quehai Pass.

As its name suggests, the pass attracts a large number of birds every spring. However, this is not the end point for the birds; they still need to continue their journey north.

It is springtime now.

There are many birds at Quehaiguan.

One by one they flew over, some perched on branches, others on the city wall, and some carrion birds would even flap their wings and swoop down to the center of the city wall to gnaw on a carcass that was already pitted and bruised.

The corpse was very difficult to gnaw on; even a bird with a sharp beak would need to peck for a long time to peck off a single piece of flesh.

The corpse was not severely decomposed, and its human form was still clearly discernible.

She was an old woman.

The old woman was covered in blood; her body had been hanging there for a full month.

No one knew who this old woman was, what terrible crime she had committed, or why she was hung in such a place.

But the instructions from above were not to disturb the carrion birds while they were feeding.

A traveler led his camel past Quehai Pass and headed to the city official to process his travel documents.

The official accepted the travel document.

The traveler straightened his straw hat and raincoat, a simple smile on his chubby face.

Leizhou is never dry; even if the rain stops for a while, it will soon be followed by a downpour.

"Cheng Liangzhi, a merchant, is going to the Western Regions to sell some trinkets." The official read aloud, his gaze sweeping over a large cloth bag on the camel. He walked over, roughly opened it, and glanced inside; it was full of tea and silk.

The traveler smiled ingratiatingly and said, "It's a small business."

Just as the official was about to find fault, he suddenly felt a cold touch in his hand.

He touched it, looked at it, and saw that it was silver.

After further consideration, it was the right amount.

"The Western Regions are not peaceful. Be careful once you leave this pass!" The official walked back to his seat, plopped down, stamped the travel document, handed it to the lone merchant without even looking at it, and then waved his hand impatiently, saying, "Go quickly."

The traveler crossed the border and mounted his camel.

As he passed the closing door, he glanced up at the hanging corpse as if he were any other passerby, then gasped in horror and quickly walked away.
He sat between the camel humps, suddenly turned his head, and with a breath of wind, exhaled a red cloud. The red cloud drifted and quickly reached the old woman's corpse, setting it ablaze.

A commotion arose inside Quehai Pass.

"Put out the fire! Put out the fire quickly! This is a sinner, he must be hanged for three months, or until he is reduced to bones, before we can stop."

"Put out the fire!"

However, no matter how much water was poured on it, the fire never went out.

The old woman's body slowly turned to ashes in the flames.
As if someone had noticed something amiss, a cavalry unit quickly left the pass and gave chase, but the camel merchant had vanished without a trace.

Yang Hun Ningxuan traveled a very long way.

When he saw Han Yin's body, he knew that his mother-in-law had failed.

Han Yin was not made into clothes; she died and her lifespan ended, disappearing completely from this world.

The corpse was left hanging there to vent anger and for fishing.
After all, there were still people in ancient sects, not just the Five Poisons Sect.

The rabbit mourns the fox's death; other sects will surely recognize Han Yin.

Seeing Han Yin's fate, they will inevitably take action.

However, since he could use the Twin Charm to escape at any time, he also wanted to try fishing.

He wanted to encounter some more people from ancient sects, firstly to find an opportunity to become stronger, and secondly to see if those people had any plans.
After all, he had come to understand things along the way.

A world where people are the center is better.

So he burned Han Yin's body and then quickly headed west.

He walked for three days and three nights.

When he was feeling tired, he saw a small wooden house in the twilight.

The wooden house is very new, as if it was just built.

A middle-aged man with a bushy beard and a dignified appearance was sitting on top of the wooden house, playing a flute.

He held his head high, facing the setting sun, his spine ramrod straight.

Ning Xuan took a few more steps forward and then he smelled the aroma of meat.

The beef is fragrant, and although a lot of spices were added, they didn't overpower the flavor; instead, they enhanced the original taste of the beef.

He walked up to the cabin and immediately saw a large cauldron in the yard, filled with beef, with firewood still burning beneath it.

Beside the tripod were jars of fine wine.

Upon seeing his arrival, the dignified middle-aged man put down his flute, a strange gratitude appearing in his eyes, and then said, "The meat is freshly cooked, would you like to eat some?"

Ning Xuan smiled and shook his head.

The dignified middle-aged man paused for a moment, then leaped down, reached into the boiling broth of the large cauldron, scooped up a piece of beef bone, meat and all, and devoured it quickly. He then patted his belly and asked, "Now?"

Ning Xuan glanced at the desert outside the wooden house and said, "Anyone who dares to eat random things here is probably already under the sand."

The dignified middle-aged man laughed heartily, slapped his thigh, and said, "Damn it, so cautious, are you really Senior Sister Han's disciple?"

After saying that, he said, "Come, come, your method of possessing a body with your yang soul is quite rare. Come out of the skin and let me take a look at it, to see what level it is."

Ning Xuan said, "I think you should reveal your identity first. You know what I did, and you even specially prepared a banquet here to wait for me. Who are you?"

The dignified middle-aged man said, "Back when I was in the Five Poisons Sect, I was Senior Sister Han's follower. Later, she became despicable and extreme, so she went to find another way."

He closed his eyes slightly and said, "Originally, I was going to have my kung fu crippled and be expelled from the sect, but Senior Sister Han protected me and vouched for me. She is always so empathetic towards others, saying things like she believes in me."

Ning Xuan said, "Then don't you know about the Mountain Demon Sect? Don't you know that your Senior Sister Han has been trapped for a year?"

The dignified middle-aged man said, "But that's fishing. Whoever goes is doomed. I'm not living this long because I cherish my life, but because it's meaningless."

Moreover, if it weren't for the accident, Senior Sister Han's branch wouldn't have been in any trouble at all.

Ning Xuan asked, "Were you nearby the day your Senior Sister Han had her accident?"

The dignified middle-aged man said, "We didn't get close."

"So that's it?"

"exist."

Why not come closer?

"Because I suddenly realized that one of my former friends was just a garment all along." The dignified middle-aged man laughed hoarsely. "Someone as stunningly beautiful as her was just a garment."

"Ruan Qingzhu?" Ning Xuan raised an eyebrow.

The dignified middle-aged man paused for a moment, then said, "Yes."

Immediately, he said, "I knew that Senior Sister Han would be in trouble, and I also knew that only she would be in trouble. When she is in trouble, it will be the time when the Poison Yuan Human Sheath is untied, and the departure of the Mountain Mo Sect gave her the opportunity to untie the Human Sheath."

So, I had already made arrangements. I'm here; I intend to save Senior Sister Han.

But I was careless, misjudged, and guessed wrong.

This time, Zixia Temple's actions were very unusual. They sent many people, not only to capture Senior Sister Han, but also to capture the other two rising stars of the Five Poisons Sect who had just entered the fourth rank.

This is so unusual.

Ruan Qingzhu was only there to provide support; her rank among the Taiyin Ghosts should be quite high, yet she actually came personally to oversee the operation.

"Ah Sui and Han Yao have both been captured?"

"He was arrested, but the rest of us are fine."

"So, who exactly are you?" Ning Xuan asked.

The dignified middle-aged man watched him quietly. After a moment, he opened his mouth and spat out a red spider whose lower body was completely covered in blood mist. Only the head of the red spider was exposed, which was very unusual. Amidst the swirling blood mist, five white-gold yang patterns were faintly visible.

Clearly, this is the yang spirit body of a dignified middle-aged man.

The five Yang lines indicate that the practitioner has mastered the Six Strengths.

After successfully linking the five energies of the Five Poisons, he obtained another energy, which then surprisingly linked with the previous five energies.

It must be said that this is truly a brilliant and astounding talent.

The dignified middle-aged man was quite pleased with himself.

The red spider's yang soul, with a calm confidence, said in a deep voice, "Prove your identity with your yang soul and be honest with each other."

Once your yang soul leaves your body, even if there are still yin souls hiding, you will be able to see them clearly, and they will no longer be blurry.

"Look, my body is completely empty; I am not a yin ghost, nor do I have the scent of incense, and I am not a follower of demons."

After saying that, he said, "It's your turn."

Ning Xuan closed his eyes, and a fiery red figure emerged from the body of the fake merchant.

The delicate red lotus child has twelve yang lines on his eyebrows, just like twelve bright red lotuses burning brightly.

The Red Lotus Boy asked, "Is that enough proof?"

He asked the question but received no response, because the red spider was stunned.

Anyone who practices martial arts would be stunned.

The red spider stared intently at the twelve yang lines between the eyebrows of the Red Lotus Child, as if counting them.

He counted them over and over again.

Finally, he returned to his body and said, "General Shi Tianqing of Qingzhou Road."

You are not a disciple of Senior Sister Han; Senior Sister Han could not have taught such a prodigy as you.

You are more like a myth, a legend, who left their mark on history during the sect's most prosperous period.

Who exactly are you?

“Ancient Desert Continent,” Ning Xuan said. “As for my story with Miss Han, let me tell you slowly.”

When communicating with Han Yin, this identity may still need to be verified.

But now, with the endorsement of "the dead Korean voice," it's basically guaranteed to be authentic.

P.S.: I really couldn't release yesterday's big update, sorry.

(End of this chapter)