Immortal Cultivation Families: The Rise of the Jinling Immortal Clan

As they approached the volcano, the ghostly head suddenly released a surge of Qi Refining Perfection aura, which instantly halted Xia Yuhui's magical weapon attack.

After witnessing the power of the ghost head, Xia Yuhui and Xia Guangzheng exchanged a glance. Xia Guangzheng then transmitted his voice, saying, "Xiao Wu, you take Xiao Ba and retreat first. I will cover your retreat. I can buy you the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. After you escape, we will meet at the nearest shop opened by Guiyun Sect in Tianling Market."

"Don't worry, Fifth Uncle, I have a way to subdue that ghost head. You go and deal with that evil cultivator."

After saying that, Xia Yuhui rushed towards the location of the ghost head. At this moment, he was extremely excited. After all, if he could absorb the ghost head containing the power of the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, his divine sense would definitely be greatly enhanced in the future.

Watching Xia Yuhui charge forward without hesitation, Xia Guangzheng's face darkened. How could he believe that Xia Yuhui, a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining, could contend with a ghost at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining? However, he still gritted his teeth and charged forward. He had to kill the ghost cultivator as soon as possible. In this way, the ghost would be without a commander, and they could escape quickly.

This time, Xia Guangzheng no longer concealed his strength, but instead took out a high-grade flying sword, a magical artifact he had chosen from his family.

On Xia Yuhui's side, he held the volcanic artifact and circled the ghost head, fighting and retreating, trying to find a good opportunity to deliver a fatal blow. Otherwise, given the speed of the ghost head, it would be difficult to hit it again.

Not long after, Xia Yuhui fled. He had originally intended to continue to stall for a while, but he eventually realized that he could not hold on any longer and had no choice but to resort to this tactic.

Upon seeing Xia Yuhui begin to flee, the ghost head instantly unleashed astonishing speed, appearing a mere ten feet away from Xia Yuhui in an instant, about to bite him. However, Xia Yuhui showed no sign of panic at this moment.

Instead, he immediately turned around and unleashed two streaks of crimson lightning from his hand, "Boom!"

Ghost Head: "Ah!"

The ghost's head was struck by two bolts of lightning, and its form instantly became transparent as it plummeted from the sky.

Xia Yuhui gripped a bolt of crimson lightning tightly in his hand and swiftly leaped up. The moment the ghost's head touched the ground, it saw Xia Yuhui chasing after it with a bolt of crimson lightning in his hand. It was immediately terrified, its face showing a human-like pleading expression, and it was also making a buzzing sound.

Seeing the ghost head's expression, Xia Yuhui's originally tired face showed a moment of hesitation, but he quickly threw out the crimson lightning. The ghost head closed its eyes tightly, revealing a look of despair.

"Boom!"

The ground next to the ghost head was instantly blasted into a crater three zhang wide.

After unleashing that bolt of lightning, Xia Yuhui produced another one, saying, "You wretched creature! If you do not submit to me today, I will kill you immediately."

The ghost head hurriedly nodded obediently.

However, it quickly became flustered, since the evil cultivator still had ways to control it.

Xia Yuhui noticed its hesitation and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, I will deal with that evil cultivator myself. You stay here and don't move. If you try to escape or continue to assist that evil cultivator, I will make you experience a fate worse than death."

After speaking, he did not hesitate any longer and immediately ascended into the sky on his sword. He scanned the battlefield with his divine sense and, after confirming that there was nothing unusual, seven swords flew to his side. Xia Yuhui quickly put the seven swords into his storage bag.

Just now, because of the distance, his control over the seven flying swords weakened, and the evil cultivator took the opportunity to recall his flying swords.

When Xia Yuhui arrived, he saw Xia Guangzheng, Xia Yufeng and the evil cultivator locked in a fierce battle. Xia Yuhui immediately joined the fray.

Seeing Xia Yuhui appear unharmed, Xia Guangzheng immediately transmitted his voice: "Where is that ghost head?"

Xia Yuhui: "Fifth Uncle, don't worry, I have already subdued it."

Seeing how promising his junior was, Xia Guangzheng calmly said, "You scoundrel, today is your death day. Prepare to die."

After saying that, the three attacked even more fiercely. Although the evil cultivator's swordsmanship was strange, it was ultimately no match for the three people's attack. He was instantly at a disadvantage, and his arm was even cut off by Xia Yufeng.

Knowing he could not escape death today, the evil cultivator laughed bitterly, "Hahaha! I am fifty-seven years old, and I have cultivated for forty-two years, but in the end it has all been for nothing. Heavens! I hate it!"

After saying that, he self-destructed his magic weapon without hesitation. Bang! However, the three of them were prepared and hid in Xia Yuhui's defensive magic weapon, and were unharmed, while the evil cultivator was blown to pieces.

Once Xia Yuhui confirmed that the man was dead, he immediately released his divine sense to search the surrounding ten miles. After confirming that there were no other cultivators, he said, "Fifth Uncle, Eighth Brother, I'll go and subdue that ghost head first. You guys clean up the battlefield."

However, just as Xia Guangzheng and Xia Yufeng were hurriedly cleaning up the battlefield, they did not notice that a soul was instantly absorbed into Xia Yuhui's body and then disappeared without a trace.

After absorbing the evil cultivator's soul with the Azure Soul Lamp, Xia Yuhui immediately flew towards the location of the ghost's head.

When Xia Yuhui arrived, he found that the ghost head's body had solidified a bit, which made him feel gratified. If he could bring such a combatant under his command, the survival rate of this mission would definitely be greatly improved.

However, gaining complete control over this demonic head is by no means easy. After all, at present, he can only intimidate it with force.

If they were to actually engage in combat, especially in a situation where the strength of the opponent was overwhelming or evenly matched, Xia Yuhui knew that the ghost head would flee instantly and might even turn on him.

Therefore, a proper method must be devised to control this demon's head.

After careful consideration, Xia Yuhui remembered the evil cultivator, but he did not intend to use the evil cultivator's methods, since the evil cultivator had already tried them before and the results were far inferior to his own.

In the end, Xia Yuhui still couldn't come up with a good solution. In desperation, he took out a bamboo sword, stood it on the ground, and gestured for the ghost head to attach itself to it.

However, the ghost head was clearly unwilling and resolutely refused. In the end, Xia Yuhui had no choice but to release another bolt of crimson lightning.

Upon seeing this, the ghost's head immediately attached itself to the sword.

The bamboo sword instantly turned pitch black, occasionally emitting eerie ghostly energy. Xia Yuhui was greatly surprised to see this. He had heard of high-level ghosts attaching themselves to objects before, in his family's library, but this was the first time he had witnessed it in reality.

Ghosts are a rather peculiar existence. They can be created by cultivators, or they can gradually transform into ghosts after a cultivator dies, influenced by various environmental factors.

In some special places, it can even be generated directly without the influence of any external factors. However, such places must have some special characteristics.

Xia Yuhui maneuvered the sword to his side, then took out three ghost-suppressing talismans from his storage bag and affixed them directly to the sword. The bamboo sword remained as black as before, but the eerie ghostly aura no longer emanated from it.

These ghost-suppressing talismans were obtained from the storage bags of those evil cultivators he killed last time, and they came in handy this time.