Chapter 97 Reverse the Tiangang and plunder the soul power of the Yin God!
"Bang~" Before the mountain cat could figure out what was going on with Huangli, another noise came from behind him.

The statue of Donghu Bo suddenly shook and suddenly opened its eyes.

In the mountain cat's yellow-green pupils, a shadow walked out of the statue.

"Meow~" The mountain cat was raised by the mountain god and was born with supernatural powers. It could see the shadow of Donghu Bo and felt a sense of familiarity.

Donghu Bo glanced at the sleeping Zhao Xing, then glanced at Shanmao, and then walked out of the door with his crescent-shaped sword in hand.

"Meow?" The bobcat walked to the door and looked out through the crack. It really wanted to go out to find that feeling of danger.

But then he remembered Zhao Xing's instructions, jumped back onto the table, and silently guarded Zhao Xing.

Zhao Xing had not felt sleepy at first, but as he was lying there, he suddenly fell asleep and entered a dream.

In the dream, the sun was shining brightly and as warm as spring, with golden light shining down from afar.

Zhao Xing suddenly saw a paradise: there were flying cranes, auspicious clouds all over the sky, and fairies with dancing sleeves and colorful ribbons looming in the clouds.

He lived in a dilapidated courtyard, with no clothes to wear and no food to eat. When he looked down, he saw that he was unkempt and his face was full of wrinkles, as if he was very old and was about to reach the end of his life.

"Alas, your frail body is about to die. How pitiful, how pitiful." The old Taoist kept shaking his head.

"Who, who is talking?" Zhao Xing looked up.

At this time, an old man wearing a purple Taoist robe, holding a dustpan in his hand and with a kind face, came on auspicious clouds and landed in front of Zhao Xing's gate.

"I am the True God of Xuantian. You are seriously ill and your time is up. You won't live long."

"Oh, God! Please save me." Zhao Xing seemed to be shocked and bowed down.

The old Taoist smiled and said, "This god understands the sufferings of the mortal world. It is fate that we meet you. So, I will save you."

Then the old Taoist waved his dustpan, and a ray of golden light fell on Zhao Xing. His body became visibly younger.

The wrinkles disappeared, the hair turned from white to black, the legs and feet became more nimble, and the whole body was full of strength.

"Thank you, gods. Thank you, gods!" Zhao Xing seemed to be shocked and kept shouting.

"Unfortunately, I can only solve your troubles temporarily, keep you away from illness and restore your youth. You are still an ordinary person, and in a few years, you will still die."

"God, I don't want to die, I don't want to die." Zhao Xing shouted hurriedly, "God, since you have mercy on me, please give me another golden light like the one you just gave me."

"If you want to completely escape this fate, you need to practice immortal techniques and infuse yourself with magical power..."

"Please, God, give me another shot."

"Only after entering the Immortal Gate and embarking on the Immortal Path, can you..."

"Please, God, give me another shot."

"Live a long and healthy life without any disease or disaster, otherwise..."

"Please, God, give me another shot."

"..." The purple-robed Taoist priest was a little angry. What was wrong with this mortal? Why did he keep shouting that he wanted to have a fight? Did he think his soul power was free?
But Zhao Xing didn't care and just kept repeating this sentence as if he was possessed.

Seeing this, the old Taoist in purple robe had no choice but to shoot another ray of golden light at Zhao Xing.

Zhao Xing was overjoyed: "Thank you, God. You are such a good God. I feel much better now."

The purple-robed Taoist continued, "If you become my disciple, Xuantian Zhengshen, I will be able to free you from the sufferings of the mundane world. Are you willing to become my disciple?"

Zhao Xing said blankly: "Can you give me another shot? God, I am suffering..."

"Asshole, are you done yet?" The purple-robed Taoist priest was furious. "How can you seek the great way when you are so greedy?"

Zhao Xing seemed frightened and said nothing.

The purple-robed Taoist priest’s expression eased slightly. “Everyone has a greedy heart. I think you have a connection with me. Please leave the courtyard and let me take a look at your roots. Then I will do you a good deed.”

Zhao Xing said: "My legs and feet are not in good condition, so please cast your spell outside the gate."

The purple-robed Taoist suppressed his anger, still looking kind: "In that case, then please invite me in."

"God, please..."

The old Taoist in purple robe was about to raise his foot.

But Zhao Xing changed the subject: "Please stand outside the door and use the golden light you just showed. My humble abode is too dirty and I am afraid it will tarnish your presence."

"..."

At this time, the old Taoist in purple robe finally reacted. The smile on his face disappeared, and the golden light around him disappeared, but turned into a red light. He stared at Zhao Xing with cold eyes.

"Interesting, a mere mortal like you is not affected by my magic. This dream..."

"Hmph!" Zhao Xing snorted coldly and stopped pretending. The tattered clothes on his body suddenly emitted a mysterious golden light.

"Buzz~" The dream shattered, cracks appeared like glass, and the Taoist priest in purple robe shattered together.

"Huh~" the eternal lamp lit up again.

Zhao Xing woke up.

"Meow?" The mountain cat jumped onto Zhao Xing's shoulder and rubbed it with its head.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me." Zhao Xing touched the mountain cat's little head.

He looked back at the statue of Donghu Bo, then looked outside Yuan Gate, his eyes narrowed slightly.

I didn’t expect that the people from Xuantian Sect would actually take action.

"When a ghost enters a dream, it first determines the location. The officials on the list at this moment must have been bewitched."

"I just wonder how many people will be fooled into opening this door, or saying "come in." Zhao Xing thought to himself.

Whenever the Xuantian Sect takes action, it is always the evil god that takes action first.

That is the trick of [ghost entering dreams], which is to bewitch people first.

But the house where Zhao Xing lived was protected, that is, the rule established by Taizu Li Dao: No entry is allowed without permission when it belongs to someone else.

The ghost couldn't come in and could only wander outside the door. If this evil god wanted to influence Zhao Xing with soul magic, he could only use "good magic".

Because only good deeds can enter the house and influence Zhao Xing inside.

The moment he fell asleep, the sixth-level soul armor instantly woke Zhao Xing up and gave him absolute autonomy over his dreams.

Therefore, he was not tempted at all, and all the illusions in his dream, such as old age and illness, were all Zhao Xing's active cooperation.

"What this Yin God does is to provide me with the purest soul power. If I am bewitched and open the door, or say please come in, it can be taken back."

"However, the two soul powers it sent out were all absorbed by me, which is equivalent to being truly plundered by me. I'm afraid it must be angry and humiliated." Zhao Xing said inwardly.

He glanced at the panel log.

[You plundered the 'Soul Power' of the seventh-grade Yin God 'Blood Spirit Venerable', and your soul was upgraded to the early ninth-grade. ]

[You plundered the 'Soul Power' of the seventh-grade Yin God 'Blood Spirit Venerable', and your soul was upgraded to the ninth-grade mid-stage. ]

[Life Soul: Ninth Grade Mid-Term]

Seeing the newly added attributes on the panel, Zhao Xing couldn't help but smile: "Successfully got the wool!"

Generally speaking, the level of life soul is backward.

Because there is no special method to cultivate the soul, the seven souls can only grow by gathering essence and practicing magic.

The seven spirits feed back to the life soul, and the level of the life soul will gradually increase.

The dynasty of destiny does not cultivate life, and all these professions and spells were cut down by Taizu.

Of course, Zhao Xing's soul is only in the middle stage of the ninth grade now, so it is not possible to talk about "cultivating life", but his soul power is stronger, and he has a higher resistance to soul spells such as [Cold Wind]. At the same time, it will also increase the power of the spells or secret skills he cultivates that involve the soul.

For example, the Sleepy Bug spell and the Dream Retention spell are more powerful than before.

"Thank you for the soul power, my friend Xueling. You are so polite."

Even if Zhao Xing didn't rely on the soul armor, he would have a certain confidence in using the dream preservation method to get the wool from the Yin God during the [Ghost Entering the Dream] stage. With the sixth-level soul armor, it would be even more convenient.

It should be noted that the Nightmare Sect is the master of soul cultivation, and the Xuantian Sect is far behind the Nightmare Sect in soul cultivation and playing with dreams.

"The Xuantian Sect used ghosts to enter dreams to determine the location. Now it's time for humans to take action." Zhao Xing looked outside the door. "I hope Old Chen can help."

"I am Xuantian Zhengshen, Chen Shijie. You killed your parents, were driven out of the house by your relatives, and fell into the situation of competing for food with beggars. This is all because your fate palace is broken. If the fate palace is broken, the soul will decay early. Moreover, your fate is full of bad luck. If you can't improve your fate and change your luck, you will definitely have bad luck when you are older."

"If you can worship me, I can help you change your fate. Why don't you kneel down and worship me now!"

In a dilapidated temple, Chen Shijie stood in front of the statue, holding a broken bowl in his hand, with half a bloody steamed bun in the bowl.

He was only the size of a seven or eight-year-old child, but his face looked like he was in his thirties or forties, which was extremely strange. This was because the Yin Spirit could not completely restore the dream that Chen Shijie was afraid of.

Compared with Zhao Xing's dream, Chen Shijie's dream was more real, and the autonomy was not in his hands, but the Yin God took the initiative.

Because he didn't have soul armor to protect his body, and unlike Zhao Xing, he didn't practice "The Great Dream of Spring and Autumn".

“Pray to God?!” Chen Shijie’s eyes struggled as he muttered to himself, “I joined the army at the age of thirteen. Because of my poor physique, I had to train until late at night before I could rest. Even so, the next day I would still be punished by the sergeant for my slow progress.”

"I was laughed at and bullied by my colleagues. Every night I prayed that my aptitude would be a little better, just a little bit. However, I didn't enter the first level of Ju Yuan until I was fifteen. Did the gods ever hear my prayers?"

"I followed the commander into the Great Wilderness Mountain, but I accidentally fell into a barbarian trap and was dying. Finally, the Marquis found me. Did the gods ever hear my cries?"

"You..." Venerable Blood Spirit was stunned for a moment. He felt that his dream was shaken by some will of Chen Shijie.

"I gathered my Yuan when I was fifteen, and I trained hard day and night. Every time I went to war, I would fight to the death. It was not until I was twenty that I reached the fourth level of Ju Yuan. I don't know how much blood I shed and how many injuries I suffered. Finally, I earned enough military merit to change my cultivation aptitude."

"After another three years of hard work, I finally passed the examination and was admitted as a military minister of agriculture... I earned all of that through my own hard work."

Chen Shijie took a step forward every time he spoke.

With every step he took, he grew three inches taller.

The Taoist in purple robe said nothing and just looked at Chen Shijie quietly.

The latter walked up to him step by step. At this time, Chen Shijie had completely recovered to his normal form.

He looked at the purple-robed Taoist priest and smiled: "You should know that the military minister of agriculture can also call on gods to cast spells. Do you know how many times I have called on gods in the past ten years as the military minister of agriculture?"

The Blood Spirit Master asked calmly, "How many times?"

Chen Shijie looked at the bloody steamed bun in the bowl and smiled calmly: "I have followed the Marquis into the wilderness for ten years, and I have been in desperate situations four times."

"Even so, I have never invited a deity from this dynasty!"

Chen Shijie looked at the Blood Spirit Master coldly, slowly crushed the steamed bun and bowl in his hands, and blew the dust towards the Blood Spirit Master: "What about you?"

The dust filled the air and turned into a gloomy wind, enveloping the Blood Spirit Master.

The latter shook his head, and before his body broke into pieces, he said regretfully: "Chen Shijie, you have such a mind, you really should join my Xuantian Sect. It doesn't matter, after taking you away, I will personally accept you as my disciple, and will never treat you as an abandoned pawn that can be thrown away at will..."

"Hmph, you evil demon, how dare you speak nonsense!" Chen Shijie snorted coldly, and the phantom shattered completely. He stood on the hillside, the phantom reflected in his eyes disappeared, and he regained clarity.

The wind blows in the night of Anping Town.

It was already midnight, and most of the residents had gone to bed.

However, in several houses not far from the ruins, rockery or underground secret rooms suddenly opened.

"Swish swish~"

One after another, human figures appeared and, like nimble cats, jumped out of the house and headed towards the ruins.

Their attire is consistent with that of the 'monsters' in the military assessment.

Even if there were clerks and officials who had not yet returned, when they saw this scene, they would just think it was an arrangement by the government.

They quickly rushed into the ruins, and the officials wandering around the periphery seemed not to see them, as if this group of people were air and allowed them to enter.

In fact, they did not see the existence of these people. Because of the [ghosts entering dreams], everyone was affected to varying degrees.

Led by several leaders, the group divided into small teams and headed towards their destination.

Chen Deshun and Wu Mei were tasked with capturing Zhao Xing and Li Chengfeng.

The two hall masters, Chen Deshun is responsible for Li Chengfeng, and Wu Mei is responsible for capturing Zhao Xing.

Falcon brought seven strong men and headed straight for Chen Shijie's direction.

Wu Mei moved forward quickly. She knew that the time for action was limited. The Blood Spirit Master only gave them three quarters of an hour.

If the task has not been completed by 3:15 pm, you must retreat.

After that, the chance of being discovered increases with every quarter of an hour that passes.

If it exceeds three quarters of an hour, death is certain.

"Years of lurking, just for these three quarters of an hour!"

"As long as we capture someone, we will retreat immediately. The Venerable will cover me, and the late eighth-grade master who is about to die will cover my retreat."

"Zhao Xing, Zhao Xing...my dear, wait for me to love you~"

Wu Mei licked her lips, and a hint of enchanting red flashed in her eyes.

In the fenced courtyard, Zhao Xing looked at the wooden statue of Donghu Bo with his bright eyes and found that there was nothing magical about it, which meant that Donghu Bo was distracted.

"But the stage where the ghost enters the dream has passed. It doesn't matter whether Donghu Bo is guarding it or not." Zhao Xing is very clear about the process. Xuantian Sect will definitely not launch it a second time.

It's not that I can't, but I don't dare.

If we launch the attack a second time, there will be no energy left to escape. This is a looting mission, not a suicide attack mission.

"Why can't I hear any sound?" Zhao Xing pinched the pendant on his ear. It was a treasure he got from the Daming Academy, the Wind Crystal Earring.

It enables Zhao Xing to utilize the breeze flowing in the space to detect sounds from farther away.

Although Zhao Xing did not learn any hearing-related spells, he could, with the help of the wind crystal earrings, hear sounds from far away.

But now there is no movement at all, and he wonders if Lao Chen has already figured it out.

But when he sensed the earth veins, he found that the Fire Hell Palace had not disappeared.

"Could it be that the Xuantian Sect has retreated? Impossible. This group of lunatics like to go all in. Once they start, they will never retreat unless the stipulated time has passed. Moreover, some of them will not retreat at all. They must be sent to the Great Zhou to be hunted down. They will cause damage before they die to attract attention."

"It's so quiet. I wonder what's happening with Young Master Zong. He should have stayed at the entrance as I said." He thought to himself.

Zhao Xing looked around and suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

Just as I thought, it came true. It turned out to be Zong Shichang!

He was covered in blood, even on his face, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own or someone else's. He looked extremely terrified.

"Zhao Xing, Zhao Xing, please let me in quickly, someone is chasing me!" Zong Shichang shouted.

Zhao Xing used his bright eyes and the Five Elements to observe things, but did not find anything unusual.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again.

Although Bright Eyes and the Five Elements Observation did not see it, the Earth Soul was affected, especially the Life Soul, which had truly entered a higher grade and became more up-to-date, and his Dream Preservation Method became even stronger.

With the opening and closing of eyes, the dream is completed, and the intersection of life soul and earth soul is achieved.

"You are Zong Shichang, you are trying to fool fools." Zhao Xing sneered in his heart.

Even without the soul sense, he would still find it strange.

Just when I thought of Zong Shichang, Zong Shichang appeared?

There is no such thing as a coincidence.

"Brother, don't come to the door. I have sealed it. I actually opened a door on the other side of the fence."

"Yes, yes, it's the fence three meters to the left. It's covered by vines. I'll open the door for you right away..."

Hearing Zhao Xing say this.

Wu Mei was immediately delighted. After lurking for so many years, he didn't expect that the Xuantian Phantom Technique had not degraded and was still so powerful. It immediately bewitched this boy.

As soon as she came over, she felt that this room was protected, which meant that [ghosts entered the dream] and did not trick the boy into opening the door.

If successful, then she, as a carrier of the Venerable's blood, can also go in directly. Because she promised to let the Blood Spirit Venerable go in...she can also go in.

Unfortunately, there was none, so I had to think of other ways. I didn’t expect that the scam would be successful!

"Okay, thank you." Wu Mei was overjoyed and immediately followed Zhao Xing's instructions and stood in front of the three-meter fence next to the courtyard gate. Then she fumbled and said, "Zhao Xing, please let me in... eh?"

Wu Mei's face suddenly changed. She felt a sudden bulge under her feet and a violent force erupted from under her feet.

"Oh!"

The soil exploded violently, and Wu Mei couldn't help but fly backwards, crashing heavily into the ruins in the distance, crushing countless stones and beams.

"Cough cough... cough cough..." Wu Mei covered her chest and crawled out of the ruins. She looked at her lower limbs, both of which were already covered in blood from the explosion.

The right leg was blown to the point where the bones were exposed.

Wu Mei felt a heart-wrenching pain, and her head was a little dazed from the explosion.

I couldn't help but ask three questions:
What was that? How did he see it? What happened?
(End of this chapter)