Chapter 90 Kunlun Peak "You just intend to give up everything you have..."

"They've connected!" Dozens of miles away, the staff member from the Super Management Bureau responsible for monitoring his teammates was practically weeping with joy. He rushed to Director Yang's side and reported, "Their coordinates have appeared. They're on a mountain to the east. Their energy level... is fluctuating violently. They've entered combat mode!"

Shu Qing and Jiu Su have been out of contact for almost a whole day, and there is no trace of them. Their teammates don't know if their signal has been lost, if they have discovered the target, or if something has gone wrong. They are extremely anxious.

In addition, communications from the Supernatural Management Bureau headquarters were intermittent, making it difficult to clarify the situation of the abnormal biological events breaking out across the country. With a host of internal and external troubles, the teammates were worried sick.

However, one of these two was an ancient immortal, and the other was an ancient demon king. It was common knowledge that the demon king was arrogant and looked down on everyone, while the seemingly approachable and easy-going immortal was essentially a heretic who vanished without a trace.

They were only willing to follow orders because they were giving face to these foolish mortals. It was normal for them to break away from the group and act on their own. Director Yang even showed a rare look of helplessness on his face.

"Let's go," Director Yang waved his hand, summoning all team members to head up the mountain where Shu Qing and Jiu Su were, not forgetting to confirm, "Have you detected Xie Heng and Minister Jin's energy signals?"

The team members faced the wind, and as soon as they opened their mouths, the cold wind from the Kunlun Mountains, as sharp as knives, blew into their internal organs, causing them to cough violently. They could only nod desperately.

Director Yang had no choice but to slow down and provide him with an opportunity to speak.

"We detected it," the team member said breathlessly. "Professor Xie's energy signal has been extinguished... but Minister Jin's signal is strange, it's different from usual, there's obvious static!"

Director Yang pinched his brow hard—the energy signal going out generally meant "this person is dead," but if Xie Heng was indeed an ancient immortal as Shu Qing said, then anything could happen.

The situation was vague and difficult to determine. Only the sound of howling wind could be heard from the communication device, mixed with the cold mountain wind, making it impossible to tell whether a fierce battle was taking place.

With too little information, he couldn't ascertain the whole story, nor could he even discern the current situation of Shu Qing and Jiu Su...

Director Yang waved his hand, making a simple gesture. All team members silently accelerated, heading towards Kunlun Palace at the maximum speed of the small aircraft.

Shu Qing's situation is not good; she finds herself in a stalemate.

Originally, when she tore apart the sealed shrine space and fell into the real ancient Kunlun ruins, she was relieved. After all, the shrine was built by Zhi Heng, and at this moment, it was almost equivalent to his weapon; as for the ancient Kunlun ruins, even if he could have some influence over them, they were a natural spiritual realm and could not be completely under his control.

Moreover, this place is now covered in ice and snow, and since Jiu Su was born in a snowy environment, it is, in a sense, his home ground.

At first, the battle unfolded exactly as she had predicted. Without the protection of the lingering spirits of the former heroes and having to focus on suppressing Jin Wanli's demonic soul, Zhi Heng quickly fell into a disadvantageous position.

Both fought using ancient Kunlun Taoist techniques. In truth, Zhiheng's Taoist techniques were more profound than Shuqing's. However, since they were currently occupying demon bodies, it was like two incompatible systems that had to operate simultaneously. On Shuqing's side, at least Jiu Su was trying her best to harmonize things, while on Zhiheng's side, there were only negative effects.

Shu Qing pursued him with several sword strikes in succession. Jin Wanli's face grew paler and more gloomy. After taking several of her sword strikes, his movements began to become somewhat sluggish.

His counterattack became increasingly fierce, and Shu Qing's mind was filled with endless questions, almost causing her to hallucinate.

“Ashu…”

"You grew up in Kunlun Immortal Capital..."

“You’ve been with your master since you were little; your master is the one who raised you…”

"Are you really going to abandon the only remaining family ties you have in the past for a bunch of monsters?"

She even saw Zhiheng from her memories. He had a lean and refined face. His features were not particularly handsome on their own, but when put together, they appeared both gentle and detached, giving him the air of a hermit.

The face of this reclusive master was showing her a friendly smile, just like the one she had seen when she ran into the main hall of Liuxia Peak as a child.

Shu Qing's sword froze for a moment.

"Ha, what do you mean by 'only' kinship'?" After a moment, Shu Qing came to her senses and cleaved that face in four pieces with a single sword strike. She laughed mockingly, "I have parents and relatives in this life. How can you say I have 'only' kinship'? I have already repaid the debt of gratitude I owed you in my past life. I don't owe you anything."

She shattered the illusion before her with a single sword strike and asked Jiu Su in her consciousness, "Can you break the causal link between him and those out-of-control monsters?"

Jiu Su did not answer.

"Little Red?"

There was still no response. If it weren't for the demonic power that still clung to her sword, it would have been as if Jiu Su's demonic soul had been ripped from her body.

Jiu Su felt a headache coming on, as if his demon soul was being torn apart. Mocking laughter came from all directions, piercing his soul like sharp cones. In a daze, he thought he had been trapped in the killing formation again and had been pierced by a thousand arrows.

He heard his own voice saying, "Nearly two thousand years have passed, have you grown even a little bit of shrewdness? Monsters are such a stupid bunch—they get tricked once, and then they still offer themselves up to be harmed a second time. You swore before that you would never provoke her again in this life. What happened to your oath? Have you forgotten it?"

"This is the body of a naturally born spiritual creature... It gathers natural spiritual energy and was destined to be a fearless ferocious beast from the moment it took shape. Just letting someone who betrayed you once take it... Aren't you afraid?"

"Is there nothing else on your mind but her? Are you really going to sacrifice everything for her?"

"She will use this opportunity to kill your brother, she will take your body..."

"Utterly foolish...utterly foolish..."

In her mind's eye, it was as if a pair of crimson demonic eyes suddenly opened, and Shu Qing heard Jiu Su softly say, "Shut up."

His voice was soft, yet filled with murderous intent. His demonic soul trembled as if it had broken free from some airtight restraint, but quickly returned to calm, gently entwining with hers.

There was no need to ask; Shu Qing understood instantly—this wasn't asking about one's true feelings; it was practically a mental attack!

She scoffed, "A dignified immortal lord, with mediocre combat skills, but quite adept at bewitching people... How about you?"

Jiu Su hummed in agreement, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, he steered the conversation back to the initial question: "It can't be destroyed. With Wanli's body as cover, we must first sever his connection with Wanli's body... No, that won't work."

"Why?"

“Because…” Jiu Su paused suspiciously for a moment, then said, “‘Xie Heng’s’ body has already been abandoned by him.”

The spatial collapse was no small matter. The moment the shrine space was destroyed, Jiu Su separated a wisp of her demonic consciousness to protect Shu Qing's body, carefully placing her in a safe place. However, Xie Heng's body did not receive the same treatment; it had already been split in two by the turbulent currents of the spatial collapse. It seems that Zhi Heng has made up his mind to claim Jin Wanli's body for himself.

To sever his connection with Jin Wanli's body would mean that Zhiheng would be banished back to being a wandering soul.

Wandering spirits are invisible and intangible, no longer belonging to this world. They can only touch another wandering spirit, or something without a soul—such as a well-preserved corpse, or an infant that has not yet developed intelligence.

Neither of them is in a good position, and the reinforcements from the Supermarket Management Bureau who are on their way are in the same boat. If a tangible and visible leader is already difficult to deal with, then if he becomes invisible and intangible, he will be even more uncontrollable. If another unfortunate hiker dies at the ancient Kunlun ruins, he can make a comeback.

Shu Qing had no other choice but to use the sword with dazzling skill, relying on the sword techniques she had learned from the sword immortals to temporarily keep Zhi Heng in place.

In her mind's eye, she asked Jiu Su, "What should we do? The only solution I can think of is to blow up Jin Wanli's body and his soul in one go..."

The demon soul belonging to another person trembled almost imperceptibly.

“No, of course I know we can’t do that,” Shu Qing said. “Is there any way to damage his soul first? If not, let’s try to control him and take him back to the Super Management Bureau for research?”

In that instant, Jiu Su thought that Zhi Heng didn't understand her at all.

Anyone who knew her would not have stirred up trouble by saying things like "she will take the opportunity to kill Jin Wanli and take away your demon body"; it's a good thing that Zhiheng doesn't know her, otherwise, he wouldn't have said such outrageous provocations, which made him instantly wake up from the illusions and lies he was woven.

This thought only flashed through her mind, and Jiu Su's thoughts instantly returned to the present situation. There were ways to bypass the body and deal with the soul, but the problem was that Jin Wanli's body still contained his own demon soul.

These two things cannot be separated, and they must not be destroyed together. Jiu Su had no choice but to say, "Let's trap him first—I have a pretty good idea of ​​his tactics. From now on, we will take turns to lure him into revealing his weaknesses."

Shu Qing: "..."

In other words, Zhiheng is about to face a very strange opponent who sometimes uses the fighting style of the immortals and sometimes the fighting style of the demons, and there is no pattern in their fighting style that he can figure out.

Jiu Su's style is becoming increasingly devoid of martial virtue and increasingly flamboyant.

Without a word, she thrust her sword straight at his chest with powerful, upright strokes. Halfway through the thrust, she and Jiu Su switched control of their bodies. Shu Qing was familiar with Zhi Heng's moves, and Zhi Heng knew Shu Qing just as well. With a casual flick of his wrist, he conjured up a small, dilapidated folded space within the Kunlun Palace, placing it in front of them as a shield.

Just as Shu Qing's unstoppable sword was about to pierce this broken space, this small patch of space would shatter, creating a subtle spatial turbulence that would trap her within.

This method of using a broken, folded space as a bomb is rare in history. Regardless of one's stance, Zhiheng is truly a genius.

Unexpectedly, just as the sword was about to touch the shattered space, the longsword in Shu Qing's hand suddenly shortened and transformed into a delicate dagger.

Immediately afterwards, the dagger vanished, and the white-clad figure approached like a ghost, the cold blade tip already pressed against the throat in an instant.

Zhi Heng felt a chill run down his spine. After all, he was a commander who had fought in the battle between the Immortal Capital and the Demon Clan. At the critical moment, relying on his fighting instincts, he managed to avoid the blade.

In the blink of an eye, the short dagger rapidly extended, forcibly continuing the previous strike that hadn't quite reached the bottom. The two changes were incredibly unpredictable, catching Zhi Heng off guard. He had neither time to conjure the iron-like feathers from Jin Wanli's body to block the attack nor time to mobilize new spatial fragments to parry. The sword finally pierced through his left shoulder.

Finally, I saw blood.

"I need to find a way to pierce through his limbs," Shu Qing quickly communicated with Jiu Su telepathically. "Even if you feel sorry for Jin Wanli's body, you have to cooperate with me, okay?"

“He deserved it,” Jiu Su said coldly, as if he wasn’t the one who lost his composure and rushed out of the conference room when he heard that Jin Wanli had been taken away by Xie Heng. “He misjudged people and brought it on himself.”