Chapter 81 Raising Living Objects
Lu Yao suddenly opened her eyes: "Xuan Yinzi!"
She had already figured out the name of that heretical sect.
The crape myrtle wood sword at her waist suddenly trembled like a dragon's roar, and Lu Yao's face turned ashen. "How dare you use a living person to nurture a weapon!"
Lu Yao made a hand seal with her fingers together, and three copper coins spun in the air. Wherever the golden light shone, winding bloodstains appeared on the ground.
At the end of the bloodstains, wisps of black mist were seeping from the cracks in the door of the abandoned granary.
"These traces point to the end of the village; it seems the sorcerer is over there."
Lu Yao's gaze was cold and stern as she quickly followed the trail of blood.
Soon, they arrived at an abandoned warehouse on the edge of the village.
The warehouse door was tightly shut, and wisps of black mist kept seeping out from the cracks, emitting a putrid stench.
Lu Yao quickly formed hand seals, a soft halo emanating from her body. She picked up her Purple Rose Wood Sword and kicked open the door with a bang.
Inside the warehouse, a man in black robes floated in the air; it was none other than Xuan Yinzi, the heretical cultivator who had been severely injured by Lu Yao.
Xuan Yinzi's face was contorted and his appearance was emaciated. The compass he held in his hands emitted an eerie bloody light. Seven villagers were trapped in the bloody light, their faces pale, and their life force was being continuously sucked into the compass.
The Ziwei wooden sword sensed the evil energy, and its blade emitted a faint blue light.
Lu Yao traced a line on the sword's edge with her fingertip, and blood flowed along the sword's patterns, instantly activating the Daoist principles within the sword.
"Xuan Yinzi, you used the essence and blood of living people to nourish your weapon; your crime is unforgivable!"
Her sword energy caused the bloodlines connecting the villagers to tremble violently.
Xuan Yinzi roared in anger when he saw someone coming to cause trouble.
He looked up and saw the crape myrtle wood sword in Lu Yao's hand, his pupils contracting.
He recognized the sword; it was the very sword that had cleaved the Soul-Eroding Compass, which he cherished as his lifeblood.
This Soul-Eroding Compass is an ancient evil artifact that can resonate with the evil thoughts in the holder's heart, thereby greatly enhancing the user's magical power and combat strength.
The stronger the evil and desires in the user's heart, the greater the power that the Soul-Eroding Compass can exert.
Lu Yao shattered the Spirit-Eroding Compass, severely damaging Xuan Yinzi's strength.
He had already committed many evil deeds and had many enemies. Now his strength was greatly reduced, and he had no choice but to hide like a stray dog.
One day, he happened to pass by Qixia Village and discovered that the people there lived a quiet life, almost isolated from the world, and were quite content.
This should have been a beautiful pastoral scene, but in Xuan Yinzi's twisted mind, it stirred up evil thoughts.
This Soul-Eroding Compass possesses astonishing restorative abilities.
Even if it is severely damaged, as long as there is still a trace of evil power remaining, it can repair itself by absorbing the power of life and soul.
Therefore, Xuan Yinzi attempted to use the villagers' living blood essence to accelerate the repair process, restoring it to its peak state so that he could commit evil deeds again.
Things were progressing very smoothly, and the villagers had almost no ability to resist.
However, just when he was about to succeed, the woman who ruined his plans and her crape myrtle wood sword appeared once again!
Xuan Yinzi felt a chill run down his spine.
When the Soul-Eroding Compass shattered, he sensed that the opponent was no ordinary person.
Moreover, since the incident occurred near Broken Soul Ridge, he was constantly afraid that the other party was a descendant of the famous genius celestial master from Broken Soul Ridge, so he dared not act rashly and even gave up the idea of revenge.
Unexpectedly, the other party tracked them down here like a ghost.
Xuan Yinzi could no longer suppress his anger.
Even if this junior has a powerful background, he can't tolerate it anymore.
"I was just about to settle accounts with you, but I didn't expect you to walk right into my trap! Today, I will also refine you into the compass and use your blood to sacrifice the artifact!"
Xuan Yinzi roared, his compass spinning wildly in his hand.
After absorbing a large amount of the villagers' life force, the originally damaged Spirit Corrosion Compass showed some signs of repair.
Suddenly, countless bloody hands emerged from the Soul-Eroding Compass and reached out to grab Lu Yao.
Lu Yao showed no fear, pointing her sword at the sky, and a clear, resonant sword cry echoed through the heavens.
The warehouse roof was pierced by the sword energy. Lu Yao thrust out a sword, and the sword light split into seven beams. The seven beams of sword light intertwined to form a net, shredding all the bloody hands that rushed at them, and they dissipated into the air.
This also severed the bloodline connecting the villagers, causing their bodies to go limp and they to collapse softly to the ground.
Xuan Yinzi's expression changed drastically, and he staggered backward.
The cracks in the Spirit-Eroding Compass in his hand were actually seeping out wisps of green energy, which was the backlash from his opponent's sword energy!
Xuan Yinzi was terrified, realizing that he was likely in grave danger this time.
However, he was still unwilling to accept defeat and completely lost his mind.
In a fit of rage, Xuan Yinzi detonated the compass, and countless resentful energies surged forth from the blood mist, intending to devour all life and hope.
"Be careful! It's the Blood Demon Vengeful Spirit Curse!" Lingji cried out urgently.
Lu Yao suddenly sat cross-legged, with the Ziwei wooden sword hanging in front of her.
Lu Yao did not retract her sword stance; her left hand formed a hand seal, and phantom images of blue lotuses appeared around her.
Wherever the lotus fragrance went, the blood mist melted away like snow meeting the morning sun.
"How could this be?" Xuan Yinzi stared in horror at his withered hands. "My Blood Fiend!"
"Using the Azure Lotus Purification Mantra to purify the blood evil is a brilliant method!" Lingji exclaimed.
As the essence and blood entered their bodies, the villagers' complexions gradually became rosy.
Xuan Yinzi, however, began to suffer from festering sores all over his body.
"I'm not reconciled..."
The crape myrtle wood sword had pierced his throat.
Xuan Yinzi let out a shrill scream, then his body crashed to the ground, turning into a pool of blood.
Only the broken compass clattered to the ground.
Lu Yao slowly stood up, bent down to pick up the compass, and said, "Dust to dust, ashes to ashes."
With a single grasp of her jade hand, the compass turned to dust and scattered in the wind.
Lingji stared blankly at Lu Yao's retreating figure, her gaze filled with awe. "Truly worthy of being the Imperial Preceptor..."
In this degenerate age of spiritual depletion and the decline of metaphysics, Lingji was already considered one of the best in the Lingxiao Sect, but he could only subdue some low- to mid-level demons and monsters.
This evil Xuan Yinzi is stronger than him and holds the lives of so many villagers in his hands.
If it were him, he would be hesitant to act rashly, and even if he led his disciples to deal with a heretical cultivator like Xuan Yinzi, he would still pay a heavy price.
In a short while, the Grand Preceptor easily subdued the enemy without sustaining any injuries.
Lingji's heart was filled with surging passion.
It is said that before she was suppressed, she was already on the verge of ascension and had begun to possess the bones of an immortal.
However, for the sake of the people suffering from drought, he severed his own immortal bones to pray for rain.
The lingering sword energy at Lu Yao's fingertips had not yet dissipated, and a bluish light lingered like gossamer threads.
Lingji suddenly remembered the painting "The Imperial Preceptor Praying for Rain" in the Sutra Repository.
The person in the painting also maintained this composed demeanor even as he severed his immortal bones.
This is a legendary figure.
It is an honor to be able to meet her and follow her.
With Xuan Yinzi's disappearance, the gloom that had shrouded Qixia Village completely dissipated.
The villagers gradually awoke, their bewildered eyes slowly regaining focus.
The spiritual light gathered in Lu Yao's palm flowed like moonlight, and wherever it touched, the life force that had been absorbed was replenished in their bodies.
Hope rekindled in their eyes, and their gratitude towards Lu Yao was palpable.
"Young lady, you are the savior of our entire village!"
The white-haired old man suddenly knelt down, his forehead hitting the bluestone slab heavily.
This action was like opening a floodgate; the awakened villagers knelt down one after another, sobbing all around them.
Lu Yao helped the villagers up one by one, saying, "You don't need to do this. If you are in danger again in the future, you can come to my small house on Jinglan Mountain to find me."
Lingji left a few disciples behind to calm the situation and clean up the mess.
Lu Yao looked down at the path at the foot of Jinglan Mountain, brushed the dust off her sleeve, and said, "It's time to go and retrieve my things."
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