The Floating Life Pavilion has been completely occupied by the demons, and strangely shaped, ferocious demon species roam everywhere.
Yanluo strolled leisurely along the road, fanning herself with a wooden fan. Her black dress, adorned with feathers, made her skin appear even whiter, and her long train glided across the ground without picking up any dust.
She headed towards an ice chamber that had been newly built when the demons conquered Fusheng Pavilion.
The entrance to the ice chamber was guarded by demon soldiers, and no defensive array was set up. Yan Luo stood outside and watched as the demon soldiers carried the corpses into the ice chamber one by one.
When it came to the last body, an accident occurred.
The woman, who had already lost her breath, suddenly moved a finger and slowly opened her eyes.
Realizing the presence of the demons, she struggled to break free of her restraints, fell to the ground, rolled over, and struggled to her feet.
Yan Luo sneered, "Oh, one of you is still alive. Looks like you're lucky you weren't killed on the spot."
She looked closely at the girl who had come back from the dead, and remembered something. "You're the one the old Grand Tutor risked his life to protect that day, right? Your name is Lingyun, isn't it? I'm quite curious why the old Grand Tutor protected you so much. Are you his daughter?"
Every disciple of the Floating Life Pavilion is innocent and values their reputation above all else. How could they be insulted like this? Lingyun gritted her teeth and said angrily, "Pah! You vile woman, don't insult my master!"
Yan Luo was not angry at all. Instead, she sneered, "You're injured like this, and you still dare to challenge me? Your highly respected master is seriously injured and is suffering a fate worse than death. She was injured like that to save you. Don't you feel ashamed?"
Lingyun stood up with all her might, but when she heard that her master was seriously injured and unconscious, her heart sank to the bottom, and she almost collapsed to the ground. Her already pale face was now completely bloodless.
Yan Luo seemed to enjoy her expression and continued to fan the flames, saying, "As a disciple, you are not skilled enough and will only hold others back at crucial moments. You have also caused your master and fellow disciples to die for you. Don't you feel ashamed?"
Lingyun clutched her chest, shaking her head and muttering incoherently, "No, that's not it... I didn't harm them, they saved me willingly, I didn't force them..."
"Tsk tsk tsk, look at your face. If you go to the underworld, how will you face them?" Yan Luo lured her step by step, "So, I've arranged a very good way for you to die, so that your soul will be scattered and you can avoid going to the underworld. What do you say?"
A black, firefly-like light flashed in his eyes, like a dazzling star in the night sky.
Consciousness invaded her mind, and Lingyun went from painful struggle to numb emptiness, losing all will to resist, in the blink of an eye.
The two demon soldiers lifted the spirit cloud again and sent it into the ice chamber. Soon, a desperate scream of pain came from inside, which stopped abruptly at its peak.
Yan Luo seemed not to have heard anything and stepped back into the ice chamber.
Countless corpses piled up like a small mountain, and Zhou Xiaotong was the one greedily devouring spiritual power and souls in front of them.
She had been transformed. She lay naked on the ice bed with her eyes closed, covered only by a thin, azure veil. Her legs and feet were bound by shackles, the other ends of which were embedded in the four corners of the ice chamber and could not be removed no matter what.
These chains are made of Nine Nether Black Iron, produced in the Black Sea Abyss. They are instruments of torture used to tame high-level magical beasts. She had collected some when she passed through the Black Sea during her travels in her early years, and she never expected them to come in handy today.
The puppets bred by the demons are incredibly powerful, but they are not easy to control at first. They require careful training to unleash their full potential; otherwise, if they get out of control, the consequences will be unimaginable.
Yan Luo walked up to Zhou Xiaotong, bent down to look at the demonic markings that had already formed on her forehead, and revealed a beautiful smile, "In two more days, it will be completed. I hope you will be good when you wake up and not make me work too hard."
Stepping out of the ice chamber, Yan Luo summoned some demon soldiers and ordered, "Go to town and capture some more people, dead or alive. Whoever captures one will be richly rewarded."
The demon soldier replied excitedly, "Yes."
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Inside the wine cellar.
Upon returning from another trip, Li Jiang, Mu Dong, Mo Junqian, and the disciples of Fusheng Pavilion gathered together to discuss countermeasures.
"Many more demon soldiers have appeared outside. They seem to be constantly searching for corpses. Even the beggar on the street corner has been taken away, even though they were previously ignored."
As Mu Dong spoke, he teased the child with his finger, making the child laugh out loud.
Li Jiang glanced at him, and Mu Dong gave an awkward smile, letting the child go play by himself.
"What do they want so many corpses for?" Ji Yue said. "Do they want to absorb spiritual energy? But beggars don't have any spiritual energy."
Mo Junqian: "Not only beggars, but many townspeople were taken away by them, not one was left."
Mu Dong: "Could it be that they are going to do some forbidden secret techniques? The methods and spells of the demon race are all very evil and strange."
The answers to the question gradually focused on Li Jiang. Everyone looked at Li Jiang, only to find him lost in thought.
Mu Dong leaned closer and asked softly, "Senior Brother, what are you thinking about?"
Li Jiang snapped out of her daze, her expression turning somewhat grave.
Mu Dong had a bad feeling. Whenever his senior brother showed this expression, it meant that the problem was very serious.
"I once read a book about the secret arts of the demon race within the sect. It described a method for cultivating demon puppets, which is somewhat similar to the current situation."
Mu Dong tried his best to search his mind for all the records related to the secret techniques of the demon race, but unfortunately, his wooden brain wouldn't cooperate with him.
Li Jiang: "The demon puppet is based on the soul. It devours a large number of souls and spiritual power to nourish the soul. Once the puppet is made, it is very powerful, a hundred times the original strength. The devouring process must be carried out in a dark and cold place so that the energy can flow into the body without being disturbed by the outside world."
Li Jiang's voice grew deeper and deeper, "I think I know why the Demon Clan chose Fusheng Pavilion first, because there are many women and the Yin energy is strong, which is more conducive to the creation of puppets."
Ji Yue's face was deathly pale. Her heart was pounding, her fingers were trembling slightly, and she felt a wave of fear wash over her.
To have one's soul and spiritual power drained must feel incredibly painful, right? Lingyun was drained of her soul in the same way, wasn't she?
A chill crept up her spine, and she felt a little cold.
"Hey, where's Lingyin?"
Ji Yue suddenly looked up, "Ling Yun, where is Ling Yun? Isn't she dead?"
Mu Dong looked at her with a puzzled expression. "What Lingyun? I'm talking about Lingyin, our little junior sister Lingyin."
Realizing she had misspoke, Ji Yue nodded perfunctorily and said, "I'm not feeling well, I'll go over there first."
Ignoring her, Mu Dong asked again, "Where did Junior Sister Lingyin go? It feels like I haven't seen her in ages."
Li Jiang looked toward the entrance to the wine cellar, a glint of light flashing in her eyes.
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