I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

"It's actually a Quasi-Tier Three Puppet, how cunning!"

He could feel that although there was a fluctuation of spiritual power within the puppet, there wasn't a trace of divine soul aura, clearly left behind by Li Weiyang as a substitute.

At this moment, outside the Qinghua Sect's mountain gate, an unremarkable flying ship slowly descended.

Li Weiyang stepped off the ship, holding a top grade storage pouch, his face filled with complacency. His 'Golden Cicada Shell' plan was completed successfully.

But before he could enter the sect, a black token on his wrist suddenly shattered—this was a "Soul Breath Jade" connected to the substitute puppet.

Li Weiyang's face changed suddenly, quickly taking it out, and injected mana.

Instantly, the scene of the puppet's death emerged: a massive blood claw, a blood-red robe, terrifying Golden Core pressure...

His pupils shrank as he exclaimed in shock:

"Late-stage Golden Core Demon Cultivator!"

Not daring to delay, he held the storage pouch and rushed towards Piaomiao Peak's conference hall, intending to report to Hua Taixuan.

On the other side, Mo Yunshan was leading the demon cultivators to set an ambush at "Luoxia Valley," a demon cultivator whispering respectfully by his side.

"Elder Mo..."

Mo Yunshan nodded. He had long been informed through spies that Fang Lingxiao, the Alliance Leader of Fenghua Immortal City's Alchemy Alliance, was evacuating on an ordinary flying ship.

This person was merely a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, yet held a wealth of pill formulas and Tier Two top level alchemy skills, a "big fish" specifically requested by the Blood Refining Dharma King.

"Buzz—"

A grey flying ship slowly entered Luoxia Valley. The ship moved slowly, seemingly unremarkable.

Mo Yunshan's lips curled into a cold smile. With a wave of his hand, dozens of black chains shot from the void, entwining around the ship like venomous snakes, firmly locking it.

The small sedan he rode on, carried by four Ghost Children, hovered above the ship. His voice carried a tempting tone:

"Alliance Leader Fang, Madam Fang, come out. Our Dharma King has always cherished talent. If you are willing to surrender, with Alliance Leader Fang's alchemy skills, your future status in the Demon Sect will be above mine."

The ship's cabin door slowly opened; Fang Lingxiao and his wife, Lin Jiao, emerged.

Fang Lingxiao wore a green robe, with an Alchemy Alliance token hanging from his waist. His face was calm, though his heart was already in turmoil.

How had he been discovered?

Beside him, Lin Jiao held his hand tightly, eyes filled with resolve.

Behind them, a young man with the appearance of a bookish student also stepped out, their son-in-law Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng looked at Mo Yunshan, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes as he stepped forward to persuade:

"Father-in-law, mother-in-law, the demon cultivators' power is formidable. The Qinghua Sect will fall sooner or later. Why not surrender, so we can still save our lives..."

These words made Fang Lingxiao and Lin Jiao instantly realize—it was Zhang Heng who betrayed them!

Regret passed through Lin Jiao's heart; she shouldn't have... But it was too late now.

The couple exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with understanding, their minds harboring only one thought:

"Fortunately, Mochou and Nianxi aren't here. We mustn't let them bear the stigma of 'colluding with demon cultivators'!"

"Wishful thinking!"

Fang Lingxiao shouted, suddenly embracing Zhang Heng, while Lin Jiao also lunged forward, spiritual light bursting around them.

They intended to self-destruct their dantian, perishing together with Zhang Heng and Mo Yunshan!

"Not good!"

Mo Yunshan's face changed drastically, trying to retreat, but it was too late.

"Boom—"

A thunderous explosion sounded as Fang Lingxiao and Lin Jiao's dantian simultaneously exploded, the violent spiritual power sweeping away like a tsunami, shredding Zhang Heng instantly.

Although Mo Yunshan quickly summoned a black shield, he was still shaken, spitting blood, his sedan flung away, half of the Ghost Children dead or injured.

Mo Yunshan stared at the devastation, gritting his teeth in anger:

"Damn it! Such ferocity!"

He had intended to capture Fang Lingxiao alive but hadn't expected such resolve. Not only failing to capture them, but also losing many subordinates.

...

Outside West River Immortal City, Venerable Black Demon toyed with four black stone pillars in his hands.

The pillars were etched with demon patterns, with a black demon crystal embedded at the top, the culmination of a decade of effort to refine the Sealing Spirit Pillar, specifically to counter spirit veins and arrays.

This was the true trump card!

Receiving the Blood Refining Dharma King's communication, his face broke into a sinister smile, tossing the four Sealing Spirit Pillars toward the Immortal City Array.

"Whoosh—"

The Sealing Spirit Pillars, like four black lightning bolts, plunged directly into the earth veins surrounding the Immortal City.

"Buzz—"

The array's spirit light dimmed instantly, the once thick light membrane became thin, the array patterns flickered, as if they might extinguish at any moment.

On the city wall, Li Yuan clutched the array order, his face changed drastically. He could clearly feel the spiritual qi in the earth veins being utterly suppressed by the Sealing Spirit Pillars, the array's power reduced by seventy percent!

Li Yuan was astounded:

"Venerable Black Demon, you still have such means?"

"Hahaha—" Venerable Black Demon laughed wildly, his laughter carrying a demonic sound that pierced divine souls, causing ripples in the runes on the city wall.

His figure flickered, turning into a thick ink-like black mist, bypassing the light shield of the city defense array, entering through the rune's gap.

The black mist landed and solidified, Venerable Black Demon now held a demon fork two meters long, its shaft entwined with ghostly blue Black Prison Demon Fire, each flame flicker accompanied by wailing souls.

He fixed his gaze on the cultivator in green on the city head, his eyes seething with killing intent:

"Li Yuan, back then you used the Tier Three Array to wound me. Today, let's see how many moves you can withstand without the array's protection!"

Li Yuan's face was stern, his hands swiftly forming seals.

A three-legged two-eared bronze cauldron appeared out of thin air, its body engraved with coiling blue flood dragons, the Tier Three Magical Treasure of the Pill Hall legacy, the Cold Flood Dragon Qian Spirit Cauldron.