Enlightenment: Beginning as a Disposable Warrior

Chapter 290 - 185: Imprisoned Wandering Souls, Crimson Flame’s Advancement!

He, Gongsun Xin, came to the remote area of Qingyun Three Counties in Canglan County, only to achieve some accomplishments. As long as he could achieve some accomplishments, Zhang Renshuai could smoothly promote him to become a Tunnel General!

Over the years, he quietly refined Human Pills for Taiping Dao, and seeing that the count was about to reach three hundred, Gongsun Xin really didn’t want to easily take risks at this critical juncture.

Moreover, the strength shown by Su Mu was too formidable. He had the power to kill Martial Artists consuming Human Pills and still had the energy to snatch his Flying Sword with bare hands. Possessing such terrifying combat power at Half-Step Sixth Grade.

If this person was under the age of twenty-five, even if Taiping Dao tilted resources to nurture him, his status might not be inferior to some ordinary Saint Children or Saintess within Taiping Dao comparable to the Thirty-Six Marshals.

"Compensation? Sure, I only want one thing."

Su Mu looked into the shadow at Gongsun Xin, and hearing this, Gongsun Xin squeezed out a smile on his face.

"Speak, please."

"I want nothing else... just your life, Gongsun Xin."

Upon hearing this, Gongsun Xin took a deep breath, his face suddenly turned gloomy, "Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit, do you really think you can be presumptuous in front of my Taiping Dao... Since you are unwilling to give up, I will no longer hold back, Taiping Dao cannot be insulted."

"I, Gongsun Xin, am not someone a crude Martial Artist like you can defeat!"

Confronting Gongsun Xin’s threat, Su Mu didn’t waste any more words. Suddenly, the sound of cicadas chirping echoed, and with a step crossing over a yard, he rapidly closed the large gap between them, his five fingers flickering with thunder as he transformed them into a Thunderbolt Spear that shot forward through the air.

Thunder Shock Fist · Thunder Shock Spear!

"Crackle------"

Though the Thunder Shock Spear’s power was slightly weaker compared to the Thunder Jiao Drill, it had the longest attack range among the Thunder Shock Three Forms. Confronted by the assaulting Thunder Spear, Gongsun Xin stood still, a purple small banner with white bone patterns flashed in his hand.

The small banner was permeated with a purple, cold, and sinister aura. As soon as Gongsun Xin held the small banner, two sinister gray glimmers appeared in his eyes, and suddenly, a gust of eerie wind rose between heaven and earth, swirling around Gongsun Xin.

Bang!

The eerie wind surrounding Gongsun Xin roared instantly, transforming into a barrier. The Thunder Shock Spear collided with the eerie wind but couldn’t penetrate it. Gongsun Xin waved the purple small banner in his hand.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, an almost inaudible sound of tearing through the sky echoed, Su Mu’s eyes slightly narrowed. He saw an inch-sized spike formed from invisible Spiritual Power.

"Even though it’s a Spiritual Power attack, it’s much weaker compared to Yuan Qing."

Su Mu tapped the tip of his foot, easily dodging sideways.

"Pfft!"

The invisible Spiritual Power missed its mark, and a corpse on the ground behind Su Mu was suddenly lifted into the air, convulsing mid-air, unexpectedly being pierced by an invisible blood hole, with blood flowing profusely.

This scene fell into the eyes of Zhao Qing, who was paralyzed on the ground, leaving him horrified. His pupils shrank; this was the first time he had seen the means of the Incense Master.

Earlier, not to mention discerning the Spiritual Power spike, he didn’t even hear the sound of tearing through the sky.

Zhao Qing couldn’t comprehend the Incense Master nor could he understand how Su Mu managed to see the Incense Master’s methods and then evade them.

The level of battle between the two exceeded Zhao Qing’s comprehension!

"Interesting, you can dodge my Spiritual Power attack..." Gongsun Xin’s tone was one of surprise and admiration, assuming a superior and confident posture.

"To wield it requires a price... but as long as I can kill you, everything is worth it. Come out, my treasure!"

Gongsun Xin’s expression twisted and became hideous.

The eerie wind intensified on the field, followed by a terrifying scene. Gray-black mist floated from the corpses lying in pools of blood, the ones killed by Su Mu.

Su Mu’s eyes narrowed slightly, and at this moment, the Dragon of Spiritual Power within his brow became scorching hot, transmitting a warning of danger.

Dozens, nearly a hundred gray-black mists emitted resentful howls, surging towards Gongsun Xin like a tide, soon forming into a tall, muscular figure standing over a yard high behind Gongsun Xin. This muscular figure was clad in thick, heavy, pitch-black battle armor and wielded a pitch-black Beheading Great Saber, under the helmet, the face was elusive.

The face was a continuously changing set of twisted and hideous visages, switching rapidly at every breath.

Su Mu, possessing extraordinary memory, quickly felt a familiar sensation from those twisted faces. He then discovered among them were indeed some Taiping Dao Martial Artists killed by him, but more were unfamiliar faces he had never seen before.

There were men and women, young and old among them.

Those unfamiliar faces all wailed and screamed as if suffering inhuman torment before death.

At this moment, Gongsun Xin waved the small banner again, and the towering muscular figure instantly stepped forward, enveloping Gongsun Xin entirely, as if he had donned a colossal armor.

"Spirits of the dead? ... Is this also a Daoist Cultivation Method?"

Beneath the Cyan Wolf Mask, Su Mu’s expression revealed astonishment; he had never witnessed such a means. This towering giant was not tangible to the naked eye. Its body was like the invisible essence of Spiritual Power, and without Su Mu’s eyes’ purification through Fire Sparrow Blood, he could hardly detect its presence.

The muscular figure exuded abominable grievances, a pungently strong smell of blood assailed the senses, as if a collective evil spirit walking out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, surrounded by the wails of deceased souls.

On the field, Gongsun Xin laughed hysterically, "You crude Martial Artist have some insight after all, this is the method of ’Imprisoned Wandering Souls’."

This method isn’t from Taiping Dao but was a fragmented Dharma Gate Gongsun Xin obtained by chance, capable of imprisoning wandering souls of the recently deceased for self-use. The more wandering souls imprisoned, the stronger they were in life, the mightier the Dharma Gate becomes.