Chapter 2113: Pseudo-Immortal Errand

**Fantasy Cultivation****Volume 10: Battle of the Demonic Realm**

"Interesting. To think you could withstand a blow from this Saint Ancestor. But no matter how much you struggle, it's merely a mantis trying to stop a chariot." The black-robed youth's expression flickered slightly as he observed Han Li and Zhishui, but a cruel smile immediately spread across his lips. Raising his other hand, he subtly pointed a finger at the two of them.

*Swoosh, swoosh!*

Two black specks shot out from the black-robed youth's fingertip, traversing a hundred zhang in a flash and appearing instantly before Han Li and the Spirit Race youth.

A blue light flashed in Han Li's eyes, allowing him to clearly see the black speck: a pea-sized, jet-black, shiny pill-like object.

Though the pill seemed unremarkable, Han Li dared not let it approach easily.

Without hesitation, he took a deep breath and forcefully exhaled, releasing a hazy green sword light. In a flash, it sliced the black pill in two.

The next moment, the two severed halves of the pill exploded, transforming into two surging black flames that, with a roar, engulfed Han Li.

The demonic flames surged wildly around Han Li, forming a black pillar of fire that shot into the sky.

For a moment, Han Li's fate within the flames was unknown.

However, the black-robed youth was clearly confident in his demonic flames. Seeing Han Li enveloped, he immediately lost interest and turned his full attention to 'Zhishui' on the other side.

Compared to Han Li, the demon ancestor was more intrigued by the Spirit Race youth who had taken the previous attack without a change in expression, indicating a higher cultivation level.

On the other side, Zhishui remained expressionless. He raised an arm, his fingers spread, and directly grabbed at the black flame shooting towards him.

A muffled thud!

The black pill exploded on its own the instant it touched the Spirit Race youth's fingers, transforming into surging demonic flames that lunged at him.

"This is bad!"

Witnessing this, the Qiandian Saintess cried out in alarm, her heart pounding with urgency. Ignoring everything else, she forcefully activated a mysterious artifact within her body.

*Boom!*

The artifact pulsed within her, releasing astonishing fluctuations.

At the same time, her body trembled, and she shot up from the ground. Golden spiritual runes surged out from within her, instantly covering her entire body. They looked identical to those on Zhishui, moving erratically and appearing incredibly strange.

Meanwhile, the Long Family Patriarch and others were still firmly pinned half-submerged in the ground. Every time they tried to stir their magic power or secret arts to escape, their shoulders would suddenly sink and go numb, preventing them from moving even a single finger. It was as if colossal mountains, weighing millions of catties, were pressing down on them.

Though filled with magic power, they were forcibly immobilized in place.

The instant the Qiandian Saintess became abnormal, Zhishui seemed to sense something. The silver spiritual runes on his body flashed wildly. He opened his mouth and fiercely blew at the surging demonic flames.

A high-pitched shriek, as if the entire sky was tearing apart, erupted from the youth's mouth. Following it, a hazy silver sound wave burst forth.

Upon contact with the silver wave, the incoming demonic flames trembled slightly before shattering into countless specks of black light and dissipating.

However, the consequence of this action was that the silver spiritual runes on the youth's body flickered a few times before dimming. He remained standing, fists clenched, his face still wooden.

"Oh? A pseudo-immortal puppet, unexpectedly. No, wait, it's a bit too weak. It seems to have been refined later by someone, its aura far inferior to a true pseudo-immortal puppet." The black-robed youth let out a soft "Oh?" of surprise upon seeing this, but after a cold chuckle, he pointed a finger again.

Judging by his tone, this Spirit Race 'Zhishui' was merely a puppet!

*Zzzzzzt!* A piercing hum emanated from a cluster of black light at his fingertip. It then expanded and contracted, condensing into a slender, deep-black needle, which he flicked out with effortless ease.

The black light was silent and fleeting!

The Spirit Race youth, standing a hundred zhang away, suddenly had the silver runes on his body flash wildly as they floated out. With a swift spin, they transformed at an incredible speed into an ancient, patterned silver shield, blocking his front.

The next moment, a roar!

The shield trembled violently, and a burst of black light erupted, only to vanish instantly, leaving behind a thumb-sized black hole on its surface.

'Zhishui' did not move from his spot, but a remarkably cold, grayish-white aura suddenly erupted from his body. After a brief condensation, it transformed into over a dozen grayish-white tentacles, each as thick as a bowl.

These grotesque tentacles writhed wildly around him, faintly emitting enraged roars that made anyone who heard them shudder with fear.

The black-robed youth observed all of this from the air, his eyes narrowing slightly, a cold smile gracing his face.

'Zhishui's' outburst was merely a momentary phenomenon.

After a few breaths, the dozen grotesque tentacles on his body dissolved and vanished with a twitch, and the silver shield in front of him also silently disappeared in a flash.

*Thud!*

The Spirit Race youth collapsed to the ground without any warning. A black spot appeared between his eyebrows, instantly transforming into a hole the same size as the one on the silver shield.

The demonic needle flicked out by the black-robed youth not only pierced through the silver shield but also effortlessly penetrated Zhishui's skull. Its power was unfathomably profound, far exceeding the imagination of all the Body Integration cultivators present.

Even stranger, what flowed out from Zhishui's wound was not fresh red blood but thick, grayish-white yin energy, viscous like a liquid.

"Interesting. The driving force isn't an immortal essence crystal, but the demonic soul power of an outer-world devil. No wonder this pseudo-immortal puppet is so fragile when cobbled together like this. Did you put the demonic soul in there?" The black-robed youth muttered to himself for a few moments, then turned his gaze to the Qiandian Saintess and asked coldly.

However, as Zhishui collapsed, the Qiandian Saintess's face was filled with incredulous horror. She had just uttered the word "I" when the golden runes on her body blurred, and she too toppled over.

A dull thud!

Her body curled into a ball as she crashed heavily onto the ground. Her aura fluctuated, growing strong then weak, and the layer of golden spiritual runes on her skin flickered erratically, as if they could vanish at any moment.

"A half-puppet body!" The black-robed youth was startled at first, but then clapped his hands and burst into laughter with a sudden realization. His mood seemed to improve greatly, as if he had figured something out.

"Heh heh, for a mere Body Integration cultivator to try and control a pseudo-immortal puppet, it's not so easy. Even if you refined yourself into a half-puppet body for manipulation, once the immortal runes retaliate, it's enough to take your life! But seeing as you delivered this pseudo-immortal puppet right to my doorstep, I'll personally send you on your way." The black-robed youth cackled maniacally.

No sooner had he spoken than he raised a hand and casually gestured in the air towards the Qiandian Saintess on the ground.

*Pffft!* Space rippled before her, and a half-foot-long, dark dagger appeared, exuding terrifying spiritual pressure. It flashed and then abruptly vanished.

But the next moment, after a flash of black light, the dagger inexplicably reappeared in its original spot.

At that moment, the Qiandian Saintess, curled in a ball on the ground, let out a bloodcurdling scream. Her body, along with her nascent soul within, split into two halves without any warning. Her protective spiritual light and all her defensive treasures showed no reaction whatsoever.

*Pfft!*

The two halves of her corpse were mysteriously ignited by a surging demonic flame, instantly turning into dust and ceasing to exist. Only a small, crystal-clear, coral-like tree remained, its leaves as crimson as maple leaves, lying motionless on the ground.

"A Qiandian Spirit Wood! So, this spirit wood cultivated and took human form. No wonder she could endure a half-puppet body. Perfect, this spirit wood is also of some use to me." The black-robed youth's face showed a hint of surprise upon seeing the Qiandian Saintess's true form, but he immediately let out a hearty laugh and grasped at the air with one hand again.

The lifeless 'Zhishui' and the Qiandian Spirit Wood shot through the air with a *swoosh*, stopping abruptly to float motionlessly beside the black-robed youth.

The black-robed youth surveyed the motionless duo with a satisfied expression. He then glanced at the Long Family Patriarch and the others, who were still pinned to the ground by the enormous demonic hand and unable to move. A cruel glint flashed in the corner of his mouth, and without a word, he pointed his finger at the eerie, dark dagger once more.

*Pfft, pfft!* The dagger flickered in and out of existence twice in quick succession.

Immediately, two more screams echoed from the pond's edge. The bodies of the old scholar and Elder Hui were also mysteriously sliced in half, their corpses likewise turning to ash by the demonic flames.

Seeing this, the remaining Long Family Patriarch and the Feather-Robed Maiden instantly turned deathly pale.

"Profound Heavenly Treasure..."

The Long Family Patriarch roared in extreme shock and fury.

Aside from such a legendary ultimate treasure of the realm, even with immense power, the opponent couldn't possibly kill nearly half of their numbers in a single encounter.

Although they already knew the black-robed youth was a genuine Demon Ancestor Saint, they never imagined he would act so ruthlessly, using a Profound Heavenly Treasure without even a second thought. The two who had harbored other notions were instantly filled with shock and rage, and both activated their life-saving techniques.

With a great roar, the Long Family Patriarch's skull suddenly opened, and with a flash of golden light, a brilliant five-clawed golden true dragon flew out from within.

This golden dragon was initially only about an inch long, but as soon as it flew out of the Long Family Patriarch's head, it immediately expanded against the wind, becoming several dozen zhang enormous. With bared fangs and brandished claws, it let out a deep dragon's roar at the black-robed youth in the air.

Although the Feather-Robed Maiden's body also remained motionless, she gritted her silver teeth and spurted out a mouthful of vital essence blood.

The vital essence blood, swirling in the wind, dispersed into a mist of blood that rushed towards her, merging into the five-colored feathered robe she wore.

Immediately, a pleasant phoenix cry emanated from the feathered robe. It burst forth with countless streams of multi-colored light that extended ten thousand zhang, then swiftly condensed into an exquisitely crafted full-body battle armor. This armor firmly covered her entire being, even manifesting a glistening five-colored mask over her face, leaving only her intelligent, beautiful eyes visible.