Longevity through Upgrading Buildings Chapter 777 - 325: Qiu Qianhai, Have You Decided How You Want to Die?!

Each subsequent battle inflicted damage upon his body.

Especially the previous encounter with the Hundred Insects Old Immortal, where the damage was most severe.

After Celestial Silkworm Zhenren charged out, he immediately activated the Heaven-Luo Net in his hand and hurled it towards Granny Xuan Sha in the distance.

It was as if he was fishing.

"Corpse Puppet?!"

Granny Xuan Sha was somewhat surprised.

After all, Ji Yuan had previously introduced himself, a righteous disciple from the Water Dragon Sect.

"Ha, as expected of a righteous cultivator, raising corpse puppets better than anyone else!"

Granny Xuan Sha sneered mockingly.

But in reality, she could only retract those flying needles to defend herself.

Ji Yuan finally had a moment to catch his breath, though he felt a bit of heartache gazing at the dragon whisker shield in his hand, now completely damaged.

This was a spiritual artifact he had worked so hard to earn!

With that thought, Ji Yuan flicked his right hand, and the red wave whip fell into his hand, while the Fire Willow Flying Saber hovering beside him also struck out.

The Frost Serpent needn’t be worried about anymore, but as for Granny Xuan Sha before him, she must be dealt with!

If she escaped to support that Blood Nightmare Old Monster, it would be troublesome.

"..."

Meanwhile,

Above the Starfall River, north of the Water Dragon Sect, three blood-hued golden-patterned unicorns were pulling a carriage, rushing through the sky.

Sitting inside the carriage was an eerie man dressed in a blood robe.

If Ji Yuan were here, he would surely recognize this man as his old friend, Jiang Hong.

On either side of the carriage were two golden core escape lights closely following.

Jiang Hong seemed to sense something, and after stopping the carriage in his mind,

The two golden core escape lights transformed into human shapes.

The person on the left was a bald, burly man with scars on his head, known as "Corpse Buddha Child".

The person on the right was clad in black, with a black armor-covered face and a black sword box on his back, known as the "Black Demon Sword Fiend".

Both had mid-stage Core Formation cultivation.

They were regarded as Jiang Hong’s right-hand men.

As Jiang Hong’s vehicle came to a stop, dozens of Foundation Establishment Demon Cultivators following him also halted.

Corpse Buddha Child leaned forward and quietly asked, "Young Master, what’s the matter?"

Jiang Hong did not answer, only turning his right hand over, and wisps of green light flew from his storage bag, gathering in his hand to form a lotus lamp.

"Pa—"

He snapped his fingers lightly with his left thumb and index finger.

And so, the wick of the lotus lamp lit up...

"Huh?"

Jiang Hong’s eyes lit up instantly.

For on the base of the lotus lamp, the two characters were distinctly engraved.

[Celestial Silkworm]

"But wasn’t he dead?"

On his last return to Shangxi, Jiang Hong had specifically checked the soul lamp of Celestial Silkworm Zhenren.

At that time, he saw that the old villain’s soul lamp had gone out.

And the one in his hand is known as the "Qi-Inducing Lamp."

The Qi-Inducing Lamp and the Soul Lamp have their own merits.

The Soul Lamp is barely affected by distance, while the Qi-Inducing Lamp is more influenced by distance.

However, similarly, once a Soul Lamp is extinguished, it cannot be reignited.

But the Qi-Inducing Lamp can reignite.

As long as one gets close to the target, the Qi-Inducing Lamp can still detect the target’s aura and ignite again.

’So, does this mean that Celestial Silkworm Zhenren isn’t dead?!’

Jiang Hong was delighted at the thought; if true, he could find Celestial Silkworm Zhenren and learn what happened afterward.

Perhaps then he could discover Qiu Qianhai’s true identity.

Somehow, Jiang Hong always felt that what his mother said was right, that Qiu Qianhai... was probably a false name.

These so-called righteous cultivators seldom use their real names when they travel.

They are truly treacherous.

Jiang Hong held the Qi-Inducing Lamp and sensed around, finally discovering that the aura of Celestial Silkworm Zhenren came from the south.

"What is in the south?"

Jiang Hong asked in a deep voice.

"Reporting to the Young Master, the south is... the former site of the Water Dragon Sect."

"Oh? Water Dragon Sect?"

"Let’s go and see what’s going on."

"Yes."

Corpse Buddha Child noticed the Qi-Inducing Lamp in Jiang Hong’s hand; he was curious but dared not ask.

But most likely, once they reached the Water Dragon Sect, they would understand the situation.

The carriage headed south, flying for only about half an hour.

They had arrived near the old site of the Water Dragon Sect.

"Young Master, there is someone fighting up ahead, it seems to be... the Blood Nightmare Old Monster!"

The Corpse Buddha Child exclaimed with a hint of fervor.

"Oh?"

Transforming into a beam of blood-red light, Jiang Hong emerged from the carriage, finally alighting upon the back of a blood-patterned unicorn, his gaze directed upwards. A colossal blood-colored cloud loomed above the Water Dragon Sect, within which an escape light was intermittently visible. Below, the serene lake of the Boundless Marsh served as the secondary stage for conflict. While the battle unfolding on the lake appeared less spectacular compared to the formidable combat of the Blood Nightmare Old Monster, the origin of the emanating aura was unmistakable – it originated from there!

Jiang Hong's eyes narrowed slightly, a vibrant blood-red glow suddenly illuminating his pupils. He instantly directed his vision across a vast distance, surveying the scene unfolding on the lake below. His attention was immediately drawn to the Celestial Silkworm Zhenren, whose form was tragically reduced to half a body.

"Ha, so you were refined into a corpse puppet," Jiang Hong mused inwardly, "Dying so miserably, it seems I overestimated your capabilities." He then shifted his gaze towards the other two individuals locked in combat. One was an unfamiliar demon cultivator at the early Core Formation stage, while the other wielded a flying sword...

Upon obtaining a clear view of the combatant's countenance, Jiang Hong's pupils contracted violently. What sort of visage was that? It was the very face that had haunted Jiang Hong's dreams countless times, the face he had slain in his sleep innumerable times. No one could fathom the depth of his desire to obliterate the person before him, to dismember them! The pursuit of this individual's demise had become Jiang Hong's singular obsession throughout his cultivation journey. And now, this very person had reappeared before him.

"Heaven has not abandoned me!"

"..."

"Die!"

Having absorbed the third drop of Thousand-year-old Spirit Milk, Ji Yuan single-handedly formed a hand seal. Nine flying sword embryos surged forth, unleashing eighteen streaks of sword light, interspersed with a single verdant beam. Granny Xuan Sha's needle basket retaliated, projecting needles that managed to deflect the myriad sword lights. However, the solitary green beam evaded her defenses on the second attempt, piercing directly through her forehead. Her demise was instantaneous.

Witnessing her end, and despite feeling somewhat drained, Ji Yuan did not tarry. His figure flickered, vanishing and reappearing before Granny Xuan Sha. Swiftly, he collected her remains along with her storage bag. Shortly thereafter, his divine sense swept the surroundings, detecting the presence of numerous cultivators observing him. He thus abandoned the thought of deploying the Thousand Souls Banner.

Following this, he piloted the fractured sky flying boat back towards the inverted heavens and earth array, extending his divine sense into it. The Frost Serpent lay deceased; however, its corpse was far from intact, bearing numerous wounds as if it had been mauled. The Frost Serpent itself had also perished. Its lifeless body drifted on the lake's surface, with Tuesday still lurking beneath, occasionally tearing off a piece of flesh. The Spirit-Devouring Bees hovered in the air, their numbers indicating minimal casualties. In contrast, Monday, swimming in the lake, appeared to have sustained more severe injuries.

But just as Ji Yuan was preparing to gather these spoils, he suddenly sensed a potent aura emanating from the north. Before he could even deploy his divine sense, a frenzied laugh echoed through the air. "Qiu Qianhai, have you contemplated the manner in which you wish to meet your end?!"