Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses

Chapter 826 - 680: Effortless Kill, Crisis_2

’Pa!’

Although Zhao Wushuang barely dodged, one of his arms exploded into pieces, utterly miserable.

"What the hell?!" Zhao Wushuang was suffocating with frustration.

Getting beaten into dog shit by that Northern Domain Loose Cultivator was bad enough, but then being blocked by his former teammates and missing the best chance to escape for his life.

"My life is over!" One-armed Zhao Wushuang could only barely protect himself with his Sixth Layer of the Spirit Platform, watching Lou Yi closing in with his eyes wide open, a bitter taste in his mouth.

However, those few "companions" of his from before now set their sights on Lou Yi again and lunged at him one after another, the "swish swish swish" of their speed terrifying, actually surpassing ten times the speed of sound.

"Hm?"

Lou Yi frowned, casually punching them away one by one, easily blasting out several deep humanoid tunnels in the cave.

And taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Wushuang suddenly spat out a mouthful of essence blood, the talisman Dao-seed above his head turning into a hazy cyan light that enveloped him, and with a "bang" he shot up from below, rushing out of the underground space.

"Run!"

Seeing this golden opportunity, the Golden Pig Demon struggled free from the ropes binding its body, wanting to escape amid the chaos.

’Bang!’

But unexpectedly, the Thousand-legged Insect Demon beside it suddenly rammed over, knocking it askew, changing its flight trajectory and slamming it into the rock wall next to them. With a "rumble rumble," a large chunk of stone was blasted apart, leaving the Golden Pig Demon dizzy as hell.

"Thousand-legger, fuck your mother!"

The Golden Pig Demon’s furious curses turned into an ingratiating laugh in the blink of an eye.

Because Lou Yi was standing right next to it with his hands behind his back, quietly watching, scaring it so much it didn’t dare move a muscle.

Lou Yi had just opened his mouth to say something when his brows suddenly knit together.

Turns out those few cultivators he had just punched flying were now wobbling their way back again.

This time he felt something was off.

At this point, even a casual blow from him carried tens of millions of jin of force.

Let alone Human Race cultivators, even a Demon who’d undergone the Sixth Bloodline Transformation wouldn’t end up well—yet these few Human Race cultivators were actually fine?

Looking closely, he found their bodies were suffused with a blackish-red halo, foul-smelling drool hanging from the corners of their mouths, and their eyes were bizarre; they didn’t look human at all.

"Roar!"

A young male cultivator in a green robe was the first to pounce toward Lou Yi, opening his mouth, which suddenly stretched to a full three hundred and sixty degrees, revealing densely packed fine red fangs.

It was none other than Jiang Hui, who had tangled with Lou Yi for quite a while earlier.

"Holy shit, did this guy get possessed by a xenomorph?"

Lou Yi was a bit dumbfounded, but his hands didn’t slow. He increased his strength again and activated an Active technique.

"Divine Power · Shaking Mountain."

’Pa pa pa pa!’

The Shaking Mountain Fist, with its penetrating power, blew Jiang Hui, who had turned into a non-human creature, to pieces, turning him into a heap of minced flesh that scattered onto the ground.

But the strange thing was, he didn’t bleed at all. Every exposed chunk of flesh looked as if it had been coated with a layer of pink, greasy liquid, extremely creepy.

Lou Yi stopped holding back, continuing to one-punch-a-kiddo, easily blowing up these inhuman monsters.

Including some cultivators who had just been bitten to death—those also "revived" and lunged at him, only to be completely finished off by him.

He couldn’t be bothered to chase the fish that slipped the net, Zhao Wushuang; there would be another chance when the cross-world bridge opened in a few days anyway.

Instead, he carefully examined the meat fragments on the ground, seeing what was strange about them.

A moment later, his pupils shrank.

The flesh of all the monster-like cultivators in front of him, as well as the Demon Clan bodies he’d killed earlier and which had been drained by the Blood Feeding Spirit Transformation Technique, were all seeping into the ground like liquid.

The ground became spotless in an instant, as if these things had never existed.

His ten fingers plucked back and forth rapidly like playing a zither as he subconsciously activated his divination talent.

The hexagram reading showed: Great Auspice.

"Trouble." Lou Yi’s brows tightened, realizing this was a big problem.

This shit was obviously wrong, yet the hexagram still showed Great Auspice, which meant that whoever was being divined had a Realm much higher than his, able to distort and tamper with the heavenly secrets.

But the True Monarch Blessed Land had a Cultivation restriction. The highest Cultivation of anyone entering wouldn’t exceed the Fifth Layer of the Spirit Platform or the Fifth Bloodline Transformation. Even if they used大量的先天清气 or Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures to break through, they still wouldn’t surpass the Seventh Layer of the Spirit Platform level.

At that Realm, whether Human or Demon, even if they were from the Heaven’s Secrets Sect, Lou Yi was confident they couldn’t blind him in the Dao of destiny.

"Who could be hiding behind all this?" Lou Yi was just pondering.

Not far away, two delighted voices rang out.

"Liu Shu!"

"Fellow Daoist Liu."

One tall and one short, two men flew over side by side.

The taller cultivator wore a black Daoist Robe with white-edged trim, his figure straight and upright, sword brows and starry eyes, his body carrying a sharp, cutting sword intent.

The shorter one looked only eight or nine, no more than four feet tall, his hair tied into two ram-horn braids, red lips and white teeth, the appearance of a young child.

They were precisely the Daoist of the Immeasurable Sword Sect, Su Xinghe, and the boy Lin Xuan.

"Liu Shu, it’s great you’re not dead!" Lin Xuan happily ran to Lou Yi’s side, tugged at his hem, and shouted.

"Your Cultivation has broken through again. With the Seventh Layer of the Spirit Platform not yet emerged, there is no one in the Abyss who can be your match." Su Xinghe sized Lou Yi up, sighed, and said, "I have always thought my aptitude not bad, yet ever since meeting you, I’ve been struck a blow again and again."

Lou Yi smiled. "Walking fast doesn’t mean you’ll walk far. Since you two are here, where are the others in the team?"

"All behind us."

Within less than a hundred breaths, the Three Corpses Daoist, Shen Aoqun, Elder Gui, Ding Shiniang, Fang Zhiyuan and the others all arrived.

"This Dark Treasure Lotus contains a vast amount of Qi-Blood and can help with breakthroughs, but the side effects are also huge. Only those with powerful fleshly bodies can take it..." Seeing many people staring eagerly at the lotus, Lou Yi explained.

Someone refused to believe it and wanted to take it. Just swallowing a single lotus petal made his whole body flush red and swell; he almost exploded and died.

At that, the other cultivators no longer dared to casually try it.

Only Shen Aoqun, as a Body Cultivator, took one entire stalk. His Qi-Blood surged throughout his body, emitting rumbling sounds, and he immediately sat down cross-legged to prepare for a breakthrough.

Because of his deep accumulation, he actually broke through in one go to the Fifth Layer of the Spirit Platform, becoming a veritable Golden Core seed, drawing the envy of all the cultivators present.

But chance is chance; it’s not something everyone can possess.

Lou Yi, for his part, once again took a portion of the Dark Treasure Lotus, pushing his Martial Saint Cultivation to its limits; there was no room to rise further, and he developed a tolerance to the medicine.

Martial Saint Late Stage (312/600, Second Aperture (7/600)) → Martial Saint Late Stage (499/600, Second Aperture (7/600))

With his Cultivation raised to Martial Saint Late Stage and the three-stage Breathing Technique at the mastery level, his cultivation speed dropped from two proficiency points per day to one point every two days.

For Lou Yi to completely reach Martial Saint Peak, he would only need two hundred days, less than a year.

Of course, if he wanted to break through to the next tier and pass the Heavenly Tribulation, he would still need to deify at least six apertures in the coming years, elevating himself to a Realm comparable to the Sixth Layer of the Spirit Platform and the Sixth Bloodline Transformation.

There were only a dozen or so Dark Treasure Lotuses left before him. He could not take them away, and further ingestion was useless.

"Why not destroy them, so we don’t end up nourishing the enemy for nothing?" Daoist Ming Du suggested.

"How could I hoard the benefit all to myself and not share a bit with others? Let’s go; this place is no good ground to linger in." Lou Yi casually swept his gaze around and, smiling, rejected Daoist Ming Du’s "cutting off all posterity" proposal.

He led the crowd away.

A moment later, several cultivators appeared at the scene—those Loose Cultivators or Lone Heroes who had been following behind Lou Yi’s group earlier.

"Red Hero really has a grand bearing. If we attain the Great Dao someday, we’ll owe him two favors." one of them said.

"Seems only Body Cultivators can take it? Hurry and try!"

They experimented for a while, and only one Body Cultivator among them could take the lotus, successfully breaking through one layer in Cultivation and becoming overjoyed.

Seeing this, the others did not destroy the remaining lotuses and left on the spot.

Another short while later, an ordinary-looking man appeared here, pressed his palms together, and bowed to the Dark Treasure Lotuses.

Then he opened his mouth and inhaled, actually sucking all the remaining Dark Treasure Lotuses into his mouth.

His aura rose at a terrifying speed, and his true appearance also changed, revealing a handsome bald man.

"Amitabha. Never thought this little monk would also owe Red Hero a karmic debt."

If an acquaintance were here, they would definitely recognize this monk as the Formless Buddha’s Son of the Lotus Sect, one of the seven Alliance Hierarch sects, whose identity was extremely mysterious.

As it is said, "The body receives life from the formless, manifesting myriad appearances like an illusion."

The Formless Buddha’s Son’s illusion arts were said to be peerless under heaven, adept at changing his appearance, giving all the fellow Daoists and Daoistesses of his tier a massive headache.

Who would have thought that he had also disguised himself as a Loose Cultivator and snuck in.

And not long after the Formless Buddha’s Son left—

On the floor of the cave, a mass of black-red cloud and mist rose up from underground and began to gather, taking shape as a blurry human figure.

The vast cave was instantly dyed in a layer of black-red halo, filled with a suffocating aura of despair and death.

For a moment, even the sky overhead seemed to be affected; thunder rumbled, and faint arcs of lightning flickered by.

"You ran quite fast. I’ll just let you enjoy yourselves for two more days... Once I am born into this world, you will all become my nourishment..."

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