Chapter 120: Chapter 113: The Fourth Prince Is Out, Blessed by Dragon Fortune, Meeting the White-robed Celestial Master

Night fell.

Inside the normally silent Prince Zhuang’s Mansion, all was not calm.

Streams of red liquid currently coiled around the Fourth Prince, Lu Guangren. The bloody currents slithered around his body like small snakes, and his aura had grown much stronger as a result. His skin was flushed crimson, and his eyes were bloodshot.

But his aura was gradually turning violent.

However, when he felt the Taoist Qi in his Qi Sea rising slower and slower, soon hitting a limit without breaking through to the Eighth Realm, a furious expression crossed Lu Guangren’s face. Veins popped on his gaunt forehead as he shoved aside the bottles and jars before him, erupting in a rage.

“Damn that Second Brother! How dare he ruin my plans!”

“If that Fox Girl’s Demon Pill had made it into the Alchemy Furnace, the resulting Yang Supplement Pill would have surely been of the highest, Upper-Upper Grade!”

“An Extreme Yin Body of the Fox Race!”

He looked utterly crazed, his face flushed red like someone who had coughed too violently.

Lu Guangren’s eyes widened. He glared at the group of women cowering in the corner and bellowed an order.

“Come here!”

A slender, beautiful woman crawled over, lowering her head in a fawning manner.

Without a word, however, Lu Guangren’s five pale fingers clamped around the beautiful woman’s neck, and he lifted her into the air.

“Your… Your Highness.”

The beautiful woman struggled, her tongue lolling out, but it was useless.

She was just an ordinary person, no match for a Cultivator like Lu Guangren.

Lu Guangren’s expression was blank. With his other hand, he forcefully struck the Alchemy Furnace, knocking the lid partially open. Inside, a dark red liquid bubbled and churned. Something within the furnace seemed to cause the liquid to gather into the shape of a palm.

SPLASH!

With a violent toss, he threw the beautiful woman directly into the Alchemy Furnace.

It was as if countless hands were pulling the woman down into the furnace; in moments, she had sunk beneath the surface.

The great fire burned ever stronger, and the dark red liquid grew more and more crimson. It began to coalesce into a crystalline, transparent red pill, but it was only a faint illusion, not yet solid.

“Not enough… It’s still not enough!”

Lu Guangren screamed hysterically.

Then, his gaze locked onto the other women in the corner.

“Your Highness, please spare us!”

“Your Highness, have mercy!”

In the hall, the women huddled against the corner watched the scene in terror. They pleaded desperately, kowtowing, but even the Daoist guards dared not make a sound.

His Highness would usually only draw blood, never treating their lives as if they were nothing. Why was he acting so abnormally today?

Lu Guangren remained unmoved. Bloody Taoist Qi condensed at his fingertips. With a flourish of his Daoist robe’s sleeve, he telekinetically lifted three or four women into the air, letting them struggle before tossing them all into the furnace.

SPLASH!

The Alchemy Furnace boiled over once more, erupting with a bloody light. The vermilion pill, shimmering with a sanguine glow, was now more than halfway solidified. It was on the verge of success.

“Bring all the women from the dungeon!”

“Yes!”

The Daoist guards didn’t dare to disobey and could only go bring the people.

Several new, vibrant women from the Endless Pavilion were brought in, their faces filled with panic.

They had all been trapped here, unable to escape.

No one had come to save them. It was their first time out of the dungeon, and they were terrified.

Lu Guangren spoke to them coldly. “If you must blame someone, blame your master. So heartless. Did he think he could break my Dao Locks with a mere Soldier Talisman? He underestimates me, this prince.”

“Men, draw their blood!”

At his command, many of the Daoists took action.

They restrained the women from the Endless Pavilion, plunged daggers into their chests near their hearts, and collected the blood in wooden basins.

Although these female Cultivators had Cultivation bases, they were bound by Daoist Talisman shackles and could not resist, their faces contorted in agony.

Their physiques were strong, far beyond ordinary people. Even with their chests pierced and blood being drained, they did not die immediately.

“Nourish the essence to fortify my body, supplement the essence to cultivate my foundation, solidify the essence to refine my spirit, transform the essence to supplement my yang, harvest the yin for my Ascension!”

“Furnace, activate! Refine!”

Lu Guangren formed a Taoist Technique with his hands, controlling the lid and sealing the Alchemy Furnace shut. With a RUMBLE, the fire blazed like a sun, illuminating the entire hall as if it were day.

An endless stream of bright blood transformed into dense Blood Qi, steaming out of the Alchemy Furnace.

As expected of Cultivators’ blood. In just a moment, the crystalline Blood Pill finished its refinement and condensed into a Solid Pill.

It floated into Lu Guangren’s hand.

“Hahaha, it’s done!”

He let out a maniacal laugh.

Impatiently, he inspected the pill’s quality. It was crimson and crystalline—an Upper Grade Seven-Turn Yang Supplement Pill.

“With this Seven-Turn Yang Supplement Pill, this prince will surely break through to the Creation Realm in one go and gain three hundred years of life!”

Lu Guangren hastily swallowed the Elixir and began to refine its medicinal power.

The immense medicinal power dissolved in his Qi Sea, transforming into a boundless, pure, and cold Yin Qi. He then activated a special Secret Technique, using the Yin Yang Grand Trigram to convert all the Yin Qi in his body into his own Yang Energy.

His Cultivation instantly skyrocketed.

Soon, a Dao Flower condensed, and the illusion of the first Golden Flower bloomed above his head. This signified the Perfection of his Essence and Qi, his entry into the Creation Realm, and laid the foundation for the next realm: the Essence Qi Transformation Pill.

But gradually, within Lu Guangren’s Qi Sea, a mass of black substance dissolved out of the pure Yin Pill. It was like a drop of ink falling into clear water; his entire Qi Sea instantly became fouled.

Black qi seeped out, enveloping Lu Guangren’s Purple Mansion and Sea of Consciousness.

His vision blurred with overlapping images, and his mind grew hazy.

Lu Guangren saw another version of himself.

This person wore the same clothes as him, but his lips were black, his eyes had no whites, and his body was wreathed in black qi. His smile was utterly sinister.

“Who are you!”

Lu Guangren demanded loudly.

“I am you.”

The ’Lu Guangren’ clone smirked.

“Haven’t you always wanted to achieve Immortal Ascension? I’m here to help you. You’ve been weak and sickly since childhood. If a Daoist hadn’t given you that Immortal Pill, would you even be alive today? Isn’t this exactly what you want?”

“You know that even a heroic ruler as brilliant and martial as our Father Emperor, a man of great civil and military accomplishments, cannot escape the great limit of his lifespan. That’s why you don’t want to be like him, to die under the calamity of an expiring lifespan. It’s why you’ve always hidden yourself away, pursuing longevity.”

“I understand you best. I know all your thoughts.”

Seeing that this being knew all his secrets, Lu Guangren’s expression changed drastically. He roared, “Don’t think you can deceive me! You’re just one of my three inner demons! I am you, but you can never be me!”

“Is that so?”

The ’Lu Guangren’ clone stood up, its figure dissolving apart.

It transformed into countless vengeful souls and Fierce Ghosts, which lunged at him with bared fangs and claws. Their faces were ashen, like corpses, and every single one was a woman.

“Your Highness, save me! Don’t let me fall into the Evil Ghost Dao!”

“I’m so thirsty, Your Highness! My blood has all dried up. I want to drink your blood!”

“You animal! You killed me! You’ll die a horrible death!”

Seeing this, Lu Guangren’s face filled with panic. He formed a Taoist Technique, and five Yellow Talismans shot out toward them.

“Stay back!”

“Don’t even think of getting near this prince! Take this—a Thunder Shock Talisman!”

The ’Lu Guangren’ clone materialized again, a strange smile on its face. “What are you afraid of? Have you not killed enough women?”

“Did you think they were all dead? No. They are all inside you. Their Essence, Qi, and Spirit are all trapped within this mansion of a body, never to be reincarnated. They hate you to the bone!”

Back in reality.

The group of Daoist Guards watched the maddened Lu Guangren before them. The Fourth Prince, wreathed in black qi, was hacking at them with a Wooden Sword. They all wore expressions of difficulty, and even terror.

“You can’t fool me! You’re all monsters and evil spirits! You are an inner demon, and all of you are my Heart Demons! Hahaha!”

A young Daoist failed to dodge in time and was stabbed to death by the Wooden Sword, which was infused with Taoist Qi.

His Highness had now stepped into the Middle Fifth Grade, entering the Eighth Realm Creation level. They were no match for him at all.

Soon, the scene was filled with the dead and wounded.

By the time the brown-robed Daoist in charge arrived, it was already too late. Black qi was pouring from Lu Guangren’s mouth, nose, and other facial orifices. His eyes were completely black, with no whites visible. He just laughed maniacally, a look of glee on his face.

He frowned, reached down, and plunged his hand into the chest of a dead woman on the floor. His Taoist Qi searched her body and found an inky stain at the center of her heart—a pool of bizarre, squirming black liquid.

“This is bad. It’s a Heart Demon Seed!”

The brown-robed Daoist watched the frenzied Lu Guangren and stroked his chin. ’Looks like it was a failure after all,’ he thought. ’The Fourth Prince was the most suitable candidate, yet even he couldn’t use this technique to nurture a sufficient Yin Spirit. This means the method is still flawed. It’s far inferior to an Extreme Yin Body. Nurturing ghosts and evil spirits within the body is much harder to control than I anticipated. I miscalculated.’

’I told him not to consume too many Blood Pills in one day, or he wouldn’t be able to suppress the Yin Qi. The resulting backlash from the Yang Energy would scramble his three souls and seven spirits, ending in Possession. It seems the Heart Demon Seed was the trigger. He brought this on himself by acting on his own.’

He shook his head, glanced at the Alchemy Furnace, and his body levitated into the air.

With a grasp of his large hand, he pulled a crimson, fleshy heart from the massive, bubbling Alchemy Furnace. It was still squirming and beating, a truly disgusting and bizarre sight.

Then, his body vanished from Prince Zhuang’s Mansion.

…

At that very moment, far away in Qingzhu Hall, as Lu Mingyuan listened to Yang Yingchan recite a Martial Arts text, a line of words suddenly appeared before his eyes.

[The Fourth Prince, Lu Guangren, was trapped by his inner demons, became a Fallen Demon through Alchemy, and had his life claimed by the vengeful souls of the Palace Maids within him. His Dragon Fortune has dissipated.]

’Lu Guangren is dead? Just like that?’

Lu Mingyuan’s pupils shrank at the sight.

’Was this the Second Prince’s doing?’

’When did this happen?’

In that instant, a vast and mysterious power descended upon him. Lu Mingyuan felt his body lighten as the 1,080 active acupoints within him were the first to transform, giving birth to acupoints within acupoints, evolving into 2,160 acupoints.

At the same time, another hundred acupoints were lit up by the Sea Gazing Acupoint, infused with the Taotie Flame.

[Blood Glutton Celestial Fall Scripture – Divine Sensing Chapter (Eighth Floor: 130,000/250,000)]

’So this is Dragon Fortune,’ Lu Mingyuan murmured. ’It’s actually worth thirty thousand nutrients, comparable to half a Golden Sun Dragon Peach.’

“Uncle, is something wrong?”

Seeing the strange expression on Lu Mingyuan’s face, Yang Yingchan thought she must have misread something again and felt a pang of anxiety.

“It’s nothing. Please continue, Sister-in-law.”

Lu Mingyuan waved his hand, indicating it was fine.

In reality, his consciousness had already sunk elsewhere. He lay on the bed, feigning sleep.

The Shadow Warrior lying in wait at the gates of Prince Zhuang’s Mansion slowly awakened.

He wanted to surveil the area and see what was happening.

But the moment he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a scene of howling Yin Qi winds and wailing ghosts everywhere. It was like a category eight typhoon; the sky was as dark as ink, and the entire area looked like the end of the world.

A handsome and dashing Daoist with an immaculate and pure temperament appeared in the sky above Prince Zhuang’s Mansion. He wore a white Daoist Robe, his hair was in a neat topknot, and he descended like a Celestial God.

A golden Array enveloped the entire area.

Illusory golden characters corresponding to the Twelve Earthly Branches—Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, and so on—suppressed the heavens and earth of this space. The twelve great characters formed a circle, rotating constantly like the face of a clock, shifting from time to time with a ticking sound, preventing the Evil Ghosts from escaping.

His eyes shone brightly. With one hand clenched into a fist behind his back, he held a Golden Talisman between two fingers of his other hand.

Lu Mingyuan, however, found this White-robed Celestial Master a bit familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

“This Talisman is called the Yellow Court Evil-Exorcising Talisman. It is perfectly suited for dispelling the Yin Qi of Evil Ghosts.”

Xu Changqing said nonchalantly from mid-air.

He tossed it lightly, and the Yellow Court Evil-Exorcising Talisman immediately transformed into a shooting star, a rain of golden light that fell upon Prince Zhuang’s Mansion.

In a mere moment, the monstrous Ghost Qi that had filled the area was instantly annihilated, turning to ash and smoke.

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