Starry Sky Professional

Master Ziyuan held a violet treasure orb, struggling to hold her ground.

Suddenly!

A tremor shook the earth and a massive chunk of the thunderclouds collapsed!

“An opportunity!”

Having honed her skills to the False Core stage, Master Ziyuan—a rogue cultivator—had seen her share of duels, amassing a wealth of experience.

Though she was uncertain why the formation fell apart, she seized the chance.

“Go!”

Forming a seal with her hands, a drop of vital blood was forced out.

The violet orb absorbed the blood, glowing intensely, and transformed into a blood-feathered violet bird that soared into the thundercloud, erupting in countless runes and exploding with a resounding boom.

The sky, once covered in thunderclouds, cleared instantaneously, revealing endless blue.

On the mountaintops, the disciples from the Myriad Beasts Sect turned pale, spitting blood wildly.

Three beams of Foundation Establishment light charged aggressively towards Fang Xing.

Aware of the dangers in the False Core battle, they'd rather trouble Fang Xing than join the fray.

“Myriad Beasts Sect, mark my words, I will repay today's events,” declared Master Ziyuan, her slender figure donned in a purple gown, her beautiful face exuding authority.

“Repay one day? I'm afraid you won't live to see it,” the sect elder remarked, standing on a four-winged serpentine creature, retrieving his black blade treasure to shield himself while stroking his pet with a hint of regret on his face. “I didn't want to use this trump card, but that damned Lian, even if he survives, will face execution upon my return!”

As the formation leader, he understood the changes within the formation.

He realized that troublemaker, the true disciple Lian, had imprudently trapped a Foundation Establishment cultivator in the formation.

Not only failing to kill Fang Xing but also allowing him to find an opportunity for a counterattack, destroying part of the formation.

Otherwise, Master Ziyuan would never have broken free, eventually wearing out, and he wouldn't have to pay such a high price.

But now, things had changed.

“Little Blue...”

Elder Zong shouted sharply, retrieving a bottle of pills from his storage bag hidden in his robes, and tossed the bottle directly into the mouth of the four-winged flying serpent seated beneath him.

The giant serpent exerted a bit of force, crushing the jade bottle to powder, allowing a single crimson pill to swiftly slide down its throat.

Hiss!

The four-winged flying serpent immediately let out a long hiss towards the sky, its scales cracking, while a small bump began to protrude from its head, seemingly ready to sprout a horn.

Master Ziyuan, witnessing this scene, recalled something: "I've heard that old ghost Lian gained great benefits from the Wild Lands, raising a 'Horned Serpent' to mid-grade tier two... Half of the Horned Serpent's bloodline is of dragon origin. Could this pill be a 'Dragon Transformation Pill' refined from its blood?"

“Precisely, it’s a 'Dragon Transformation Pill'. Though it's merely a fake, it’s enough to grant my spirit beast temporary dragon blood.”

Elder Zong sneered and began chanting spells with hand signs.

With power surging around him, he pushed the fake pill to its limits, emitting a formidable magical fluctuation.

Beneath him, the four-winged flying serpent twisted uneasily as if on the brink of transforming into a dragon.

“Not good, Spirit Possession Technique?!”

Master Ziyuan urgently lifted her hand, casting a talisman.

Countless azure thunderbolts raged, resembling serpentine dragons, targeting Elder Zong. It was a third-tier Azure Wood Divine Thunder Talisman!

Boom!

Endless lightning swept across but was entirely blocked by a pitch-black long-bladed treasure.

The azure thunderbolts, imbued with unspeakable destructive and vital forces, fell upon the dark sword's manifested black light screen, silently dissolving away...

Though the Azure Wood Divine Thunder Talisman was indeed third-tier, so too was the black sword, and Elder Zong had prepared in advance, solely defending without attacking, making the resistance rather effortless.

Master Ziyuan chanted softly, seemingly preparing a high-powered spell, casting a glance at the 'Purple Brush Pearl' treasure in her hand, then sighed internally.

Earlier, in order to break through the large formation, she had reluctantly pushed this low-tier treasure to its full power. Now, its essence was damaged, needing to be nurtured back in her dantian to regain its original condition.

Going head-to-head with the black sword treasure now yielded little hope of victory.

Meanwhile, Elder Zong had finished his spell, his eyes glinting with a touch of bloodred, and a peculiar smile emerging on his face: “Spirit Possession Technique!”

This was a secret art of Myriad Beasts Sect, requiring the sacrifice of a tier two dragon-race beast, with extremely rich dragon blood!

A former great elder of Myriad Beasts Sect, a master alchemist, spent half his life formulating a 'Fake Dragon Transformation Pill', capable of dramatically enhancing the bloodline power of dragon-race beasts like serpents and carps for three hours!

The creation of this pill requires blood from a horned serpent of at least the second mid-tier as a catalyst.

It is for this reason that even Old Ghost Lian is so invested in that ink jade python, with the goal of upgrading his horned serpent!

Currently, the horned serpent, through regular bloodletting, can continuously produce the pseudo 'Dragon Transformation Pill', significantly boosting the power of various pseudo-core and core formation cultivators within the Myriad Beasts Sect.

Amidst the roars of the sect elder, the four-winged flying serpent beneath him let out a painful screech, and a single horn emerged from its head.

Then, an aura of blood-red light ignited across its scales.

The massive second-tier serpent demon turned to ashes in an instant, leaving only a poison dragon-like demon soul extracted and held in the sect elder's hand.

Gazing at the demon soul in his hand, which resembled a poison dragon, a look of regret and reluctance flashed in his eyes. Then, pointing a finger at Master Ziyuan, he commanded: "Go!"

Like an arrow, the poison dragon shot towards Master Ziyuan.

Master Ziyuan waved her hand, and a layer of purple crystal stone materialized from thin air, forming a gigantic shield to protect her.

The purple pearl treasure fell in front of her, casting a dense, impenetrable purple light barrier, adorned with countless runes swirling like tadpoles.

With a swoosh, the demon soul-transformed arrow easily pierced through the purple crystal shield, leaving a hole in the light barrier. Though its size shrank significantly and it became almost transparent, it still managed to burrow into Master Ziyuan's forehead.

"A third-tier method!" Mammoth skill, using a demon soul as a base, transforming it into a soul-chasing poison arrow; to be struck by it is like having a festering wound attaching itself to one's bones!

If performed by Old Ghost Lian from the Myriad Beasts Sect, not even mid to late-stage core formation cultivators would dare to take it head-on.

The sect elder, although only possessing a pseudo-core, executed a genuine third-tier incantation of possessing skill, akin to the strike of a true core, dealing serious damage to Master Ziyuan!

Moreover, the poisonous dragon demon soul carried a bizarre, potent toxin, continuously corroding Master Ziyuan's body, mana, spirit, and even her pseudo core!

Without treatment, she would perish within three days!

"Such a possessing skill... it's indeed as formidable as rumored, no less than divine powers."

Master Ziyuan swallowed a spiritual pill, barely suppressing her injuries, yet despair loomed in her heart.

"I've sacrificed my spiritual pet for this; today, you will surely die here."

Wielding his black blade treasure, the sect elder's expression turned ferocious.

At that moment, as if sensing something, he scanned with his spiritual sense.

Amist the chaotic battlefield, two of the three Foundation Establishment cultivators from the sect were taken down in rapid succession by a shadowy figure.

The Qi Refinement disciples fared even worse, hunted down one by one by a swift silver silhouette.

“Elder… save me!” cried the last remaining Foundation Establishment cultivator, desperately fleeing towards Elder Zong under the cover of a defensive spirit bell.

Completely baffled, the cultivator had merely set out to eliminate an early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, only to be ambushed by a terrifying body cultivator who emerged from underground, killing his two companions in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, the ‘Golden Yuan Bell’ in his hand was a high-grade spirit tool known for its defensive abilities and its automatic protection feature.

Otherwise, he would have been struck dead by a single punch!

Elder Zong's eyes widened with rage: "Today, I must not spare you!"

Despite Fang Xing's aura feeling as mundane as a mortal's, the two pseudo Core cultivators found it laughable.

How could a mortal possibly fly with their physical body?

It was clear he used a technique to hide his true power. Judging by his earlier display of immense strength, he must be a quasi-third-stage body cultivator, comparable to a pseudo Core cultivator.

However, quasi-third-stage body cultivators did not possess the variety of techniques pseudo Core cultivators had, invariably leaving them at a disadvantage in battle.

Elder Zong was among the strongest of the pseudo Core cultivators and was on the verge of achieving the feat of slaying another pseudo Core cultivator, so he naturally looked down on these lower-ranked body cultivators.

"Die!"

As Fang Xing charged toward him, Elder Zong immediately gestured towards his black-bladed magical weapon.

The black long blade hummed, and the ghostly head carved into its hilt emitted a chilling scream that attacked the spirit.

Elder Zong knew that most body cultivators had weak spirit defenses, so he specifically targeted this vulnerability.

Not only that, but the black-bladed weapon flashed, launching a barrage of dark wind blades.

Countless slashes of black gusts spiraled into a tornado, coalescing into a massive dragon-like shadow that aimed to engulf Fang Xing.

Suddenly!

Fang Xing's nanomaterial protective suit began to crack under the assault, revealing skin as tough as if clad in golden silk armor.

‘My body's resilience cannot match a magical weapon in direct combat... However, if I dodge the weapon's direct attacks, these magical strikes and their aftereffects will feel like nothing more than a gentle breeze.’

With a swift use of the Aerial Dance Steps, Fang Xing leaped out of the dark vortex, his feet barely touching the ground as he closed in on Elder Zong.

“Impossible...”

Elder Zong's eyes were wide with disbelief; how could this body cultivator's spiritual defenses be so fortified and his aerial agility unmatched?

But he had no time to delve further.

Golden lights flickered in Fang Xing’s eyes, and an overwhelming martial will crashed into the pseudo Core cultivator's mind, causing a fleeting moment of distraction.

Then, Fang Xing extended three fingers, channeling immense power through them!

—The Tri-Talent Star Martial Technique!

—Vajra Prajna Divine Force!