Chapter 205: Bewitching Servant (1)

According to Master Ding Jing's message, Bai Zhen was responsible for spreading the rumors within the six alliances. This was obviously good news, but Bai Zhen's positive attitude made Luo Xuanyi feel that there was something fishy going on.

In short, we should first observe the situation and play the long game to catch the bigger fish. Before this public opinion fully ferments, we should quickly improve our capabilities so that we can reap the rewards.

Putting this matter aside, Luo Xuanyi had another matter to deal with, something she had almost forgotten.

The body, formed from the condensation of death, slowly melted, expanding in an instant, plunging the entire room into darkness, oppressing it so much that the light was forced out of the window. Anyone who witnessed this scene would surely feel a chill in their heart.

The oppressive feeling brought by Luo Xuanyi is enough to block the perception of the Heavenly Dao within the range of her body. The spread of this deathly aura and the passive and continuous circulation of the life-stealing evil power are enough to be called a domain.

From within the tangled black mist, a crack slowly opened at the center of the melting humanoid figure, revealing a swaying, dark blue fire tree. Countless sparks flickered gently from the tree's trunk, creating a dreamy, mystical atmosphere.

Under Luo Xuanyi's control, a spark broke away from the fire tree, flew out of the human-shaped crack, and suddenly exploded. Luo Xuanyi's body slowly fell out.

The black mist was sucked into the gap, and the gap closed. Luo Xuanyi's simulated human form once again formed a layer of leathery face outside the dead air. Light finally filtered into the room.

Luo Xuanyi looked at her own body lying on the bed, and for a moment, she felt a sense of unfamiliarity with her face. She couldn't help but reach out and touch her face, which was slightly cold.

The girl lying there had a mess of black hair, long enough to stay in place, many of which still stuck up. Her eyes were closed, revealing a slightly drooping eyelid. Her lips were pale pink, almost pale, with a hint of flesh. Overall, she looked almost ordinary and harmless.

It is said that appearance reflects the heart, but for Luo Xuanyi, this does not seem to be accurate.

Luo Xuanyi withdrew her hand.

For her now, leaving her body outside of her sea of consciousness is equivalent to exposing the only known weakness that can completely destroy her existence. This is too dangerous, so she took the risk of being seen through by a powerful person to see through her true nature as a strange cultivator, and used the original ghost fire to contain her body, and used the body condensed by death energy to act on her behalf.

The reason for releasing her now is, firstly, that the environment here is relatively safe for Luo Xuanyi, and secondly, it is certainly not because she is about to forget her own face.

Luo Xuanyi placed her hand on the back of her physical body. The lines outlined by the Soul Locking Technique were overflowing with golden light, unfolding intricately, slowly painting a scene like Chang'e flying to the moon.

It's a bit funny to say that it's Chang'e flying to the moon. In fact, it's the tool man No. 2 locked in Luo Xuanyi's body who is finally about to refine the ghost fire ball "Sun" made from the tree ghost fire, and is running excitedly.

The Ghost Flame Ball was obtained by Luo Xuanyi after he completed the experiment in Guning Village by killing additional tree ghosts. At that time, he felt that although it was extremely powerful, it had too many impurities. He had not learned how to refine weapons, so it was like chicken ribs, tasteless to eat but a pity to throw away. So he was lazy and just threw it to the living soul shrouded in the flesh, letting them spend time and energy to refine it.

Hu Yi, the first to refine the Ghost Flame Ball, was killed by Qu Qitao halfway through. Luo Xuanyi urgently sealed in a second living soul to save his life, but he didn't continue to monitor the living soul's movements. Unexpectedly, less than a month later, he was about to succeed.

Jiang Zhibin was very excited when he realized that he was locked in a strange little world. He looked up enthusiastically at the blue sun that he saw when he just entered this world. Even though he could not use any of his original skills, he strode forward to create ripples in the "air" and ran straight towards the blue sun!

Unlike the unfortunate Hu Yi, Jiang Zhibin, one of the ten disciples of True Lord Beilian of the Guiqi Pavilion, was completely conscious when he was locked into this strange world. He had been killed by Shen Edai's phantom in the underground palace, and had thought himself dead, but unexpectedly, he had found a way back into this world.

This could be my big chance! Jiang Zhibin calmly explored the world, searching again and again, and finally realized that his chance was right before his eyes - the sun.

Before this, Jiang Zhibin had never seen the ghost flame of the tree ghost, but as one of the ten disciples, his talent in refining weapons was absolutely superb.

If a disciple cannot compare with the disciples of other elders and brings shame to Master Bei Lian, then in Master Bei Lian's view, such a thing can only be used to refine spiritual roots and be sent to reincarnation.

Since the end is death, why bother cherishing life? Therefore, the style of the Blood Transformation Ridge Guiqi Pavilion is quite violent, and Jiang Zhibin is no exception.

He first threw himself into the erratic flames, almost self-sacrificingly. The blaze invariably incinerated his soul. The terrifying thing was that in this world, all damage directly affected the soul, causing the pain hundreds of times greater than that felt by the body. His soul was shattered and destroyed countless times, the pain unimaginable. Even more devastating, he savored each death. Finally, he discovered the true nature of the Ghost Flame Ball.

Unlike Luo Xuanyi, an outsider, Jiang Zhibin realized that the most valuable thing about the Ghost Flame Ball was the impurities mixed in. These impurities were the contaminated soul fragments left behind when Luo Xuanyi used the "All Evils Subjugating Ghosts" technique to subjugate the ghosts and cause them to fall into reincarnation.

These fragments carried Luo Xuanyi's evil thoughts and flowed sinisterly in the flames. These flames had a dual attack effect on the body and soul, especially the impurities, which were like a poisonous snake hiding in the shadow of the sun and spitting out its tongue. It was difficult to detect the truth without being attacked several times.

However, this was just an unpolished ghost fire ball. In Jiang Zhibin's view, it was simply an endless treasure. If it were refined into a magic weapon, it would definitely exceed the ninth grade of the mortal level. Among the three major levels of refining magic, mortal, immortal, and Taoist, it would at least be a mid-grade immortal level.

Unlike elixirs, which were divided into only nine grades and the Tribulation-Surpassing Immortal Elixir, magical instruments and talismans fell into three distinct classes. Each step forward represented an insurmountable chasm, and legend had it that refining just one Dao-grade item instantly granted one divine enlightenment. Jiang Zhibin, a highly gifted Jindan-stage refiner, had previously only refined the ninth grade of the mortal class. This meant that if he could refine the Ghost Flame Ball to the Immortal stage, he would leap into the Nascent Soul stage!

When he reached the Nascent Soul stage, he could rely on this immortal-level magic weapon to try to impact this world where the laws were obviously imperfect. Perhaps there was still a glimmer of hope for a comeback!

Jiang Zhibin immediately invested a lot of enthusiasm and began to plan. Finally, he chose to refine the Ghost Flame Ball into a magical instrument shaped like the Ghost Work Ball. In fact, he had wanted to make a Ghost Work Ball for a long time.

The Ghost Sphere, shaped like a nest of balls, is layered upon layer. True Lord Beilian's so-called natal magical instrument is an eighth-grade Immortal Hundred-Life Ghost Sphere, the size of a pigeon egg, comprised of a hundred layers. Each layer is a complete world, imprinted with a law; each rotation reconstructs that law. The hundred-layered Ghost Sphere can rapidly reconstruct into countless smaller worlds. Wherever it shines, time passes, beauty fades, and withered bones are reborn.

However, the Zang Yao Sect still believed that the True Lord Bei Lian possessed other true natal instruments and had merely thrown out the Hundred Generations Ghost Work Ball as a deception. Even if it was merely a deception instrument, its power was enough to attract covetous attention.

Jiang Zhibin naturally couldn't be so meticulous and carve out a hundred layers. Moreover, the Ghost Flame Ball was not like the spine of the celestial beast used by True Lord Bei Lian. However, he could imitate the Taoist method used by True Lord Bei Lian to make the Ghost Flame Ball.

Unlike the taboos of the righteous, in the Zang Yao Sect, no one hesitated to imitate others, as long as they could become stronger and avoid being killed by stealing the skills. Jiang Zhibin unhesitatingly followed the Hundred-Life Ghost Craftsmanship Ball of the True Lord Bei Lian, carving layer by layer onto the blue sun.

During this time, he died countless times, practically constantly reborn and dying in the flames, having to seize the time between resurrection and burning up again to carve. He forged the work with selfless abandon, lacking fire, so he simply used the fire of his own dead soul to forge it, using the ashes condensed from the burnt-out as a hammer to strike.

Finally, he was about to succeed.

The blue sun had been silent within the clouds for a whole day. It no longer emitted ghostly flames erratically, but instead floated silently in the clouds.

The brilliance is restrained, and there seem to be fine lines on its surface, and the brilliance flows.

If you look closely, you can find that it is not a pattern, but a hollow carving. Ten layers inside rotate at different speeds, overlapping and intersecting to form different patterns, carrying a mysterious and imposing pressure.

The clouds began to stir slightly, not in a simulated manner within the world, but rather in the center of the soon-to-be-formed Ghost Sphere. Suddenly, as if breathing, they began to inhale and exhale clouds. Countless clouds passed through it and were expelled again, seemingly unchanged.

But Jiang Zhibin knew very well that Yun was no longer a cloud. It was a derivative spiritual creature contaminated by the ghost ball, a ghost servant implanted with soul fragments and not yet aware of its consciousness.

Jiang Zhibin started running, running towards the blue sun.

His pain, his endurance, his ambition, were all for this moment.

The spiritual power that he had accumulated with great difficulty gathered at his feet. He stepped on the air, crushed the spiritual mist, opened his arms heroically, and embraced his sun in ecstasy.

He wants to escape from this boring world, he wants to rewrite his own life, split that unknown thing outside into two halves, no, burn it to ashes, and add it to the ghost ball!

"call."

Strange sound. Jiang Zhibin thought so, and his arms hugged his body tightly.

He was stunned.

Where is my ghost ball that is about to take shape?

Luo Xuanyi looked at the blue sphere in her palm with satisfaction. It was only as big as her palm, extremely exquisite, floating and rotating, showing a close attitude towards Luo Xuanyi.

This is natural. The impurities and residual souls in the ghost ball are all polluted by the evil ghost tactics and surrendered to Luo Xuanyi's soul.

The blue sun, ready to move, only needs one last step before it can be completely transformed into a magical weapon.

Luo Xuanyi picked it up and let out a breath.

The thread-like death energy delicately wrapped around the ghost ball, the blue sun was covered by layers of black, the light was restrained, and complete darkness descended.

Suddenly, the ghost ball began to move rhythmically.

The black death energy was completely sucked into the gap in an instant, and the blue light became stronger!

The entire room began to vibrate, and a murmur of ancient language was heard from the darkness, and all the restrictions in the room exploded!

Luo Xuanyi immediately released the deathly aura to seal the room. The murmur of ancient language gradually stopped. She looked at the ghost ball in her hand again and felt that the ghost ball had shrunk again. This time it was probably only the size of a chicken egg.

The brilliance was completely restrained, and the gray ghost ball was exquisitely carved. When each layer rotated, Luo Xuanyi could see the faintly flickering blue sparks.

Luo Xuanyi raised her hand and held it in her hand. Her heart naturally connected with the ghost ball, and two words emerged in her mind.

"Confuse the servant."

The magical artifact named "Huo Pu" was a ghost-crafted ball with two characters on it and four points of Taoist light flowing out. It turned out to be a fourth-grade magical artifact of the immortal rank!

Luo Xuanyi was overjoyed.

Sister Yi: Thank you, it’s mine.

I'm too lazy to divide the 3,000-word chapter into two, so I'll just post it in one chapter~ (Damn, I missed the 12 o'clock check)