“Go! Go! Go!”
Li Chang’an showed no mercy. Regardless of the toll on his energy, he unleashed Sword Array after Sword Array.
He fought Ye Qiuling just as Jiang Xuanyuan had fought Prince Huai back then—utterly suppressing her from start to finish, barely giving her any chance to fight back.
In less than half an hour, Ye Qiuling’s Magical Power and trump cards were completely exhausted.
With a resounding BOOM, this rare Poison Dao prodigy could no longer hold on, instantly reduced to a mist of toxic blood amidst the countless Sword Arrays.
“Burn!”
Li Chang’an immediately used a Fire Element Technique, incinerating all the toxic blood.
Suddenly, a hoarse screech rang out. A thumb-sized Tier Four Poisonous Insect flew out from the toxic blood, attempting to escape this calamity.
But how could Li Chang’an let it leave?
He thought, “The Ten Thousand Poison Gu just advanced to Tier Four, and its foundation is still shallow. This bug is perfect to nourish it.”
With a mere thought, his Nascent Soul Power transformed into a massive hand that tightly seized the Tier Four Poisonous Insect. However, he didn’t feed it directly to the Ten Thousand Poison Gu, planning to interrogate it first. A Poisonous Insect of this Tier held a status in the Five Poisons Valley comparable to a Nascent Soul Cultivator, which meant it knew plenty of secrets.
Li Chang’an sealed it and tossed it into his Spirit Beast Bag, then turned to look at Liang Chang.
He no longer had any breath of life. The moment he was refined into a Puppet clone, he was already dead. Because of Ye Qiuling’s plot against Li Chang’an, he failed to spend the last few years of his life in peace.
“Daoist Liang, have a safe journey!”
Li Chang’an cast a burst of intense flames, incinerating Liang Chang’s corpse. Subsequently, he tossed both Ye Qiuling and Teng Ying’s Souls into the Venerable Soul Banner, wiping away all traces and auras of the battle.
Having done all this, Li Chang’an left the area and returned to Changqing Mountain.
Just as the Divination had shown, this battle was extremely easy. Although Ye Qiuling possessed the strength of a Fake Soul, she posed absolutely no threat to him.
He entered his cave dwelling, opened Ye Qiuling’s Storage Pouch, and carefully searched through it, quickly finding the main objective of this trip.
“Ten Thousand Year Cold Jade!”
The Treasure was completely white and exuded a faint, eerie chill. Only lands of perpetual extreme cold could birth such a Treasure.
Aside from this Cold Jade, there were also many High Tier Poison Dao Treasures inside Ye Qiuling’s Storage Pouch. Li Chang’an had no use for these items and could only feed them to the Ten Thousand Poison Gu. Only a few Treasures were useful to him, such as the Thousand-Year Fruit.
He took it out and swallowed it in one gulp. Back when he first consumed this fruit, his lifespan had increased by eighty years, which was twice the amount a normal Cultivator would gain. Now, its effects had diminished, only granting him an additional fifty years or so.
“Not bad. My total lifespan has exactly reached one thousand nine hundred years, bringing me closer to the two thousand mark!” Li Chang’an muttered with a smile, quite satisfied.
A moment later, he opened Teng Ying’s Storage Pouch. The Treasures inside couldn’t compare to Ye Qiuling’s, but they were still quite astonishing, truly fitting his status as a Saint Child.
After inventorying all the Treasures, Li Chang’an entered the Artifact Refining Room deep within Changqing Mountain and sat cross-legged before the Forging Furnace.
With a thought, dozens of materials flew out from his Storage Pouch. They were all necessary Treasures for refining the Forbidden Soul Bottle, and they bobbed up and down around him.
BOOM!
Flames surged, illuminating the entire Artifact Refining Room in a brilliant red. With intense focus, Li Chang’an tossed the items into the Forging Furnace one by one, meticulously refining this final piece of the Three Treasures of Soul Destruction.
In the blink of an eye, several hours passed.
…
Meanwhile, the news of Ye Qiuling’s death was spreading rapidly through both the Righteous and Demonic Dao.
Her performance in this Battle of Righteous and Evil had been extraordinarily brilliant. She was practically regarded as the number one person beneath the Nascent Soul stage and had killed countless Celestial Prides and prodigies. In the eyes of many, she was destined for Nascent Soul Formation.
However, today, her Soul Lamp extinguished.
“Ye Qiuling actually fell?”
Upon learning this news, Zi Xi, Mu Hongyu, and the others found it unbelievable. They had all fought Ye Qiuling before and knew perfectly well how troublesome this woman could be.
“Who killed her?”
“It should be a Nascent Soul senior.”
The Righteous Dao side unanimously agreed that a Nascent Soul True Monarch must have made a move, as it was nearly impossible for a Golden Core Cultivator to kill Ye Qiuling. The Demonic side thought the same.
“Qiuling had a Tier Four Poisonous Insect for protection; those Holy Sons and Saintesses of the Righteous Dao couldn’t kill her! Which Righteous Nascent Soul is so shameless as to disregard their face and attack a Golden Core Cultivator?” The Cyan Scorpion True Monarch was furious, vowing to kill whoever made the move.
However, whether it was the Tier Four Divination Grandmaster of the Five Poisons Valley or the grandmasters of the other Four Great Demonic Sects, none could divine any information about the killer.
He had no choice but to head to the Righteous and Demonic Battlefield, triggering a battle of Nascent Souls as he questioned the many Righteous Nascent Souls.
“You lot call yourselves the Righteous Dao, yet you bully the weak and gang up on a junior?”
“Cyan Scorpion, that Ye Qiuling had a Tier Four Poisonous Insect! How is she a junior? She could already be considered our peer!” the White Tiger True Monarch scoffed coldly.
The Cyan Scorpion True Monarch’s ferocious eyes immediately fixed on him. “White Tiger, was it you?”
“I didn’t make a move!” the White Tiger True Monarch replied coldly. “But so what if it was me? If she’s killed, she’s killed; cut the crap!”
“Good! Good! Good!”
The Cyan Scorpion True Monarch was boiling with rage and immediately launched an attack.
This fight lasted for several hours.
…
At this moment, deep within Changqing Mountain.
The forging fire gradually died down.
“Come!”
Li Chang’an raised his hand and beckoned. A treasure bottle exuding a freezing chill flew out of the Forging Furnace and landed in his grasp.
This item was exactly the Forbidden Soul Bottle!
With this, the Three Treasures of Soul Destruction had all been refined by Li Chang’an. In the current Cultivation Immortality Realm, Treasures capable of dealing with Nascent Souls were extremely rare. There were no records of these three Treasures, nor were there any finished products circulating in the world.
It was precisely because of this that the Wang Family Ancestor’s Nascent Soul had managed to escape twice in a row.
“If those Demonic True Monarchs had these three Treasures, Wang Yannian probably would’ve fallen long ago,” Li Chang’an thought to himself.
Just as he was thinking, a Communication Jade Pendant inside his Storage Pouch suddenly grew hot. Li Chang’an took out the jade pendant and sent his Divine Sense into it, quickly hearing Zi Xia True Monarch’s voice.
“Daoist Lin, the Saintess of the Five Poisons Valley, Ye Qiuling, perished today…”
Zi Xia True Monarch recounted the events that had occurred over the better half of the day, including the great Battle of Righteous and Evil.
Learning that the White Tiger True Monarch had borne the brunt of the Cyan Scorpion True Monarch’s fury on his behalf, Li Chang’an was somewhat surprised.
“Why would the White Tiger True Monarch proactively stick his neck out?” Li Chang’an wondered.
After pondering for a moment, he figured that during the previous battle for the Qi Fortune Divine Altar, the White Tiger True Monarch had been constantly suppressed by the Ten Thousand Souls True Monarch. He had probably accumulated a lot of pent-up frustration and was itching for a big fight.
In any case, this matter didn’t trace back to him.
Zi Xia True Monarch had contacted him out of the blue simply to ask, “Daoist Lin, did Ye Qiuling die at your hands?”
Li Chang’an immediately denied it. “Daoist Zi Xia, this matter has nothing to do with me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I, Lin Fan, have always been an honest man. I never lie.”