Chapter 150: Chapter 129: Bingding Fires Refine the Nine Netherworlds; Killing Intent Rises, Blurring Immortal and Demon

"Where did this brat come from? He destroyed two of my Corpse Puppets!"

The Blood Robe Daoist was filled with shock and suspicion. The youth had an extraordinary air and a noble bearing, possessing the graceful appearance of an Immortal Cultivator from the Dongsheng Continent.

Furthermore, he used a Bing Fire Technique. He might even belong to an orthodox Dharma Lineage that worshipped the Tai Yang!

But the way he used the Blood Robe Daoist’s painstakingly raised Corpse Puppets for his Refining Technique was the very picture of a Demon Cultivator.

After all, an ordinary Immortal Cultivator would have to find an excuse like "enacting justice for the heavens" or "carrying out celestial punishment" to cover up such an act.

As long as a Cultivator from the Dongsheng Continent invoked the name of the "Celestial Lord," they could commit monstrous slaughter and still appear righteous and awe-inspiring.

"You’re a mere Qi Cultivation Sixth Layer, and you dare to act so presumptuously before me?"

A severe expression appeared on the Blood Robe Daoist’s long, horse-like face as he tried to intimidate the mysterious youth with his presence. "Just so you know, I am a disciple of the Youquan Sect! My fellow disciples are all over Goose Mountain!

"If you insist on ruining my business, you’ll end up a turtle in a jar, with no hope of escape!"

’Are Ancient Demon Cultivators usually this reasonable?’

Jiang Yi wondered. He had expected the man to attack without a word, unleashing a torrent of techniques right away.

"He’s just wary of your Bing Fire’s power. The Youquan Sect cultivates ghost fiends, worships evil gods, and makes blood sacrifices—they’re classic Ancient Demon Cultivators.

"They can still deal with Ding Fire, but they’re completely suppressed when they run into your Bing Fire."

True Master Xuanmiao licked his front paw, looking a bit peckish.

"This fellow is raising several Fierce Fiends inside him. Xiao Jiang, leave them all for this True Master later!"

Jiang Yi raised an eyebrow. ’I didn’t realize the Cat Master had such a taste.’

"Though this True Master’s Primordial Gate is sealed and his Inner Mansion suppressed, I can slowly break through by devouring more ’Dense and Evil Qi.’"

True Master Xuanmiao’s amber eyes twinkled, as if he were already sizing up the Blood Robe Daoist like a meal on a plate.

"The few Fierce Fiends this guy is raising are of decent quality. They’ll make a good appetizer."

Jiang Yi couldn’t help but smile. At this moment, the Cat Master seemed more like a Demon Cultivator than he did.

"Since the Cat Master needs these Polluted Evil Objects, I’ll be sure to keep an eye out and specifically look for some Ancient Demon Dao Dharma Lineages in the future."

The man and the cat finished their simple exchange, completely dismissing the Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer Blood Robe Daoist.

It wasn’t that Jiang Yi was arrogant about his superior Dao Inheritance, thinking that killing enemies above his level was as easy as eating or drinking. It was simply that Ancient Demon Cultivators who cultivated Blood Evil and refined Yin Ghosts commanded no respect.

Never mind the Seventh Layer; even if the Blood Robe Daoist reached the Eighth Layer, Jiang Yi, with the Bright Flame Mirror in hand, would dare to test his strength.

He looked at the Blood Robe Daoist, who was fierce in appearance but cowardly at heart and clearly showing a hint of wanting to retreat, and said with a smile,

"Fellow disciples? Why don’t you call all of them over? You alone are certainly not enough for my ’Bing Fire’ to improve."

With that said, he swept his wide sleeve, and all the villagers in the open space before the ancestral hall were swept to the side, clearing a battlefield.

’That son-of-a-bitch Immortal Cultivator!’

’So damn arrogant!’

’Just you wait until Senior Brother Fang gets here! You’ll get what’s coming to you!’

The Blood Robe Daoist laughed in fury. With a flick of his hand, he released three Signal Arrows from his sleeve. They soared a hundred zhang into the air and exploded with a BANG, transforming into a large black cloud.

At the same time, the Cyan Gourd hanging from his waist suddenly shook. He activated it with his Divine Thought, and the wooden stopper popped off on its own, spewing a pillar of billowing, thick smoke.

"No matter how strong your Bing Fire is, if the blaze isn’t big enough, I can still extinguish it!"

The Blood Robe Daoist formed a hand seal. The thick smoke swirling in mid-air instantly gathered into a demonic face with two horns and four eyes. It radiated a monstrous, baleful light, was as large as a mountain, and blotted out the sky!

’Tsk! A Dharma Lineage from an ancient Grand Sect indeed! A starved camel is still bigger than a horse. They’re much stronger than the unranked rabble from the countryside!’

This move would have been more than enough to deal with the likes of Xiao Tongquan.

Even the nine Fire Jiao that Jiang Yi had condensed from his True Qi seemed tiny in an instant, like mere earthworms, before the Senluo Demon Face that looked as if it could swallow the heavens.

But he wasn’t flustered in the slightest. Although he wasn’t rich in Magical Combat experience, his modern Demon Cultivator’s firm disdain for ancient relics kept him calm and composed as he circulated his Bing Fire Primordial Essence.

The nine Fire Jiao merged into one, instantly swelling to a height of over a hundred feet. Roiling flames, like a mighty river, surged toward the enormous demonic face!

BOOM! 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Bing Fire was Pure Yang, the ultimate in hardness and strength. As the sun in the sky, its majestic and grand power was even greater!

The billowing smoke, heavy as a mountain and capable of crushing a peak, was now like a soft, flimsy veil, torn to shreds by the immense, rampaging Fire Jiao!

’As expected, I need more Magical Combat to improve!’

Jiang Yi’s Divine Thought merged with the Bing Fire. His control became more masterful, his transformations more profound.

The Fire Jiao dancing wildly in the sky flickered in and out of sight, shrinking and growing, moving with incredible agility.

In just seven or eight breaths, it had burned away a third of the incredibly condensed wisps of thick smoke, forcing the Blood Robe Daoist to retreat again and again.

’That son-of-a-bitch Immortal Cultivator!’

’All he can do is show off with his Five Elements techniques!’

The Blood Robe Daoist couldn’t help but curse furiously in his heart. He slapped the Cyan Gourd at his waist, recalling the "Seven Fiend Smoke" he had painstakingly gathered and refined.

This "Seven Fiend Smoke" was not easy to come by; it took the sacrifice of the blood and qi of a thousand live sacrifices to refine a single portion.

Immediately after, he sent several black-robed and white-robed Corpse Puppets pouncing forward to resist Jiang Yi’s Bing Fire Daoist Skill.

The black-robed ones were "Iron Corpse Puppets," and the white-robed ones were "Copper Corpse Puppets." Each possessed immense strength and were vicious things capable of tearing apart a Qi Cultivation Fifth Layer cultivator with their bare hands.

"You really think learning a few Fire Element tricks makes you lawless?!"

The Blood Robe Daoist roared furiously, spat out a mouthful of Essence blood from the tip of his tongue, and his fingers moved swiftly through the air as if writing a talisman.

A moment later, his wide, loose-fitting robe suddenly flew off him and split into six parts!

They instantly became six red banners standing against the wind, occupying various positions and trapping Jiang Yi within.

Infused with a torrent of powerful True Qi, the red banners rapidly grew, becoming thirty to fifty feet tall in an instant.

The growth was accompanied by the CRACK-CRACK-CRACK of joints popping. Vicious, malevolent faces with sharp teeth and fangs emerged on the banners’ surfaces. Each opened its mouth to spew forth vast amounts of Dense Qi that seemed to solidify, emitting a terrifying pressure.

’This must be the ’Nine Nether Mother-Child Soul Fusion Skill’ the Cat Master mentioned!’

Jiang Yi immediately sensed the change. Assailed by this immense Dense Qi, his once-blazing Bing Fire’s majestic glow instantly weakened, losing its former glorious power.

"The Nine Nether Mother and Child are refined from the Spiritual Energy of death, decay, sickness, and demise! It’s not a simple ’Blood Evil’ type of power. If it’s potent enough, it can shroud the brilliance of Bing Fire!" True Master Xuanmiao said urgently.

"Xiao Jiang, don’t be afraid! This fiend sewed the Nine Nether Mother and Child into his own skin, then flayed it off to create this Blood Robe Magical Artifact, increasing its malevolent power!

"As the saying goes, if the yang fire is not prosperous, its flame will be weak, and it naturally won’t display its true power.

"But Ding Fire is the head of the six yin; it is vibrant but not fierce, waning but never exhausted. With your Cultivation, you can definitely break this Nine Nether Mother-Child Blood Banner!"

This was a perfect example of "an elder in the family is like a treasure."

Jiang Yi himself didn’t have much Magical Combat experience, but with True Master Xuanmiao guiding him, why would he fear a Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer from the Youquan Sect?

"Don’t worry, Cat Master. Watch me break his Blood Banner!"

His eyes flashed like lightning. With a flicker of his Divine Thought, a two-colored cloud ten zhang wide unfurled above his head. The original Bing Fire Primordial Essence sank down, while a gentle Ding Fire suddenly surged upward.

"Bing and Ding Fire, the Yin and Yang counterparts. This is the advantage of mastering a complete element; you won’t be easily suppressed."

Jiang Yi kept his right hand on the Bright Flame Mirror just in case. He activated his Primordial Gate, and a vast expanse of Ding Fire Essence unfurled like a celestial waterfall, crashing down and sweeping out!

RIIIIP!

The Blood Robe Daoist had just been thinking he had victory in his grasp and wondering how to deal with this son-of-a-bitch Immortal Cultivator when a sharp pain shot through his heart, and he coughed up a mouthful of Essence blood!

He was overcome with shock and rage. "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! He’s only at the Qi Cultivation Sixth Layer! Even if his brilliant Bing Fire can cleanse Blood Evil, my Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer Nine Nether Mother-Child Blood Banner, condensed from the qi of death, decay, sickness, and demise, should be enough to dim his Bing Fire!"

A moment ago, when his Seven Fiend Smoke failed against Jiang Yi, he could blame it on his opponent’s Five Elements advantage over Blood Evil.

But now, he had no excuses. Even his trump card, the Nine Nether Mother-Child Blood Banner, was useless against the youth.

’Time to run!’

The Blood Robe Daoist had just decided to flee when an excruciating pain shot through his heart again, as if he were being pressed firmly onto a red-hot iron plate and seared.

"Thinking of leaving now? It’s too late."

Jiang Yi let out a great laugh. The flame of the supposedly gentle and reserved Ding Fire suddenly flared up, burning huge holes through the six red banners before the Daoist could recall them!

This Magical Artifact was intimately connected to the Blood Robe Daoist, having been painstakingly refined by him. When it was suddenly and heavily damaged, he immediately vomited a large mouthful of Essence blood, and his vision went black as he nearly collapsed.

’This is bitter! My life is over!’

The Blood Robe Daoist was scared out of his wits, a chill running through his body. Just as he was about to close his eyes and await death, a massive black claw shot out of the inky darkness like a bolt of lightning!

The Impermanence Hand Seal!

The Blood Robe Daoist’s eyes lit up. Senior Brother Fang was here!

KRAK-CHA!

Every inch of that black claw was filled with thick Dense and Evil Qi. It was immensely heavy and slammed down with enough force to shatter a mountaintop!

Caught completely off guard by a sneak attack from behind, how could Jiang Yi possibly react in time!

He was struck squarely by the black claw. The vast Ding Fire was extinguished, like a candle flickering in the wind!

A man with an aquiline nose and his hair in a black topknot suddenly appeared, smiling faintly.

"When did Goose Mountain attract such a greenhorn? He’s young, but his Cultivation is quite profound."

The aquiline-nosed man activated the Impermanence Hand Seal, gripping the youth’s body—which should have been smashed to a pulp—tightly, intending to examine it closely.

"Eh...? Not good!"

Before the aquiline-nosed man’s expression could change, a thunderous explosion erupted.

An incredibly turbulent wave of qi burst forth, blowing the black claw to smithereens!

His Black Shadow Magical Robe billowed endlessly, his wide sleeves flapping in the wind. Jiang Yi forcibly broke free from the Impermanence Hand Seal as his Daoist Embryo Form resounded with a thunderous, drum-like beat.

He even had the spare energy to cover True Master Xuanmiao’s ears, lest the tremendous noise startle the Cat Master.

"What in the world is this person’s background? He even cultivates a Body Refining Secret Technique?!"

The Blood Robe Daoist was dumbfounded. He then saw his Senior Brother Fang, who was on the verge of breaking through to the Qi Cultivation Eighth Layer, turn and flee as if he’d seen a ghost.

There was an unbreakable truth in the Yanfu Vast Land!

The more techniques one had, the more profound their Dao Inheritance; the more profound the Dao Inheritance, the more powerful their Dharma Lineage.

Seeing that Jiang Yi could use both Bing and Ding Fire and also possessed an unparalleled physique, who knew what other tricks he had up his sleeve.

"Isn’t that Senior Brother Fang?"

"He must have come after seeing the signal!"

"Let’s see which blind Cultivator dares to cause trouble on Goose Mountain!"

"Wait, it looks like Senior Brother Fang is running away..."

At the entrance to Gao Village, seven or eight shadowy figures appeared, all of them Disciples of the Youquan Sect.

The Senior Brother Fang they spoke of had a terrified expression, as if his life was being claimed by a Fierce Ghost.

But as a Ghost Dao Dharma Lineage, the things the Youquan Sect feared the least were Fierce Fiends and Evil Spirits.

"Hel—"

Senior Brother Fang let out a cry, but before the word could even escape his throat, a lithe figure shot out of the inky night like a dragon ascending to the heavens!

CRACK!

A foot stomped down!

It viciously snapped Senior Brother Fang’s spine, crushing him into the muddy ground.

Then, the lithe figure looked toward the village entrance, revealing the calm face of a youth who appeared quite amicable.

Senior Brother Fang, whose lower body had been stomped to a pulp, let out two gurgles before being burned to a pile of ash.

"So much talent here!"

The youth strode forward, head held high. The flames above his head split into two distinct colors. One was majestic and roaring, the other gentle and reserved.

The many Disciples of the Youquan Sect looked at each other in dismay.

Is this child a Demon? Or an Immortal?