Chapter 833: This Guy Might Be Crazy

The area where the eight-person Kyushu team was located, within the Hun Tian Sacred Palace Secret Realm, had already transformed into a Shura purgatory: broken bodies and decaying flesh of the corpse tribe piled up into mountains, and the flowing blood gathered into rivers.

The greatest crisis had passed. With the continuous arrival of Kyushu reinforcements, the pressure on this side quickly eased. By this point, eight figures stood atop the mountain of corpses, with no corpse tribe daring to disturb them further.

Looking in all directions, they saw portals blooming everywhere, and numerous Kyushu cultivators emerging from them, forming battle formations to fight and kill the corpse tribe. The situation here was noticed by many Kyushu cultivators. After recognizing Lu Ye and the others, and seeing their terrifying achievements, they were all filled with awe and admiration.

"I can't go on..." Feng Rulie, whose initial excitement had worn off, now felt aches all over. Moreover, having been infected with primal corpse poison, his face was covered in an unnatural yellow hue. "I need to quickly find Daoist Friend Hua, otherwise, I'll turn into one of the corpse tribe."

As he spoke, he leaped from the corpse mountain, spear in hand, and charged towards the secret realm portal of the Hun Tian Sacred Palace. "I'll go too, I'll go too!" Lu Qing said, following Feng Rulie.

Ying Wuji and Yang Yuan also departed in haste. Even Mu Qingyun gave Lu Ye a slight nod and soared into the sky.

During the previous battle, four members of the eight-person team had been infected with primal corpse poison, and Mu Qingyun was not spared either. Although the spiritual pills refined by Hua Ci temporarily suppressed the poison, it was only a suppression. Amidst the intense battle, spiritual energy surged, and the pills' efficacy gradually waned. By this time, everyone felt something was amiss, knowing that if they didn't quickly neutralize the primal corpse poison, there could be severe consequences. If they were truly transformed into members of the corpse tribe, the trouble would be immense.

On the mountain of corpses, only Lu Ye, Lan Ziyi, and Ju Jia remained.

Lan Ziyi looked at Lu Ye, then at Ju Jia, with a mix of surprise and uncertainty, full of unanswered questions. Mainly, these two were too strange. One was covered in injuries, yet showed no signs of poisoning. Logically, when fighting the corpse tribe, no injury should be taken lightly, as primal corpse poison might be injected into any wound.

As for the other... after fighting for so long, his bare upper body didn't have a single scratch. How strong must one's physique be to remain unharmed in such a high-intensity chaotic battle? Was this guy's body at the level of a magical artifact? It was worth noting that Yang Yuan, also a body cultivator, had sustained many new injuries, in addition to those inflicted by the Golden Corpse King, Shisha. Lan Ziyi herself was unharmed because she wore protective soft armor close to her body, which allowed her to escape harm. Otherwise, she would definitely be one of those currently infected with primal corpse poison. They truly were two anomalies!

Immediately after, she witnessed an even stranger sight.

Lu Ye casually pulled out a handful of spiritual pills and stuffed them directly into his mouth, his cheeks bulging. He mumbled indistinctly to Ju Jia beside him, "Recover!"

"Oh," Ju Jia responded, then closed his eyes.

*Gargle, chomp, chomp*. As Lu Ye chewed the spiritual pills, he glanced at Lan Ziyi, noticing the intense twitch in her eye. She had never imagined someone would take so many spiritual pills at once. They were spiritual pills, not candies! Wouldn't consuming so many spiritual pills risk an accumulation of pill toxins and impure spiritual energy in a short amount of time? No cultivator, regardless of their cultivation level, could possibly swallow spiritual pills like this. Was this guy insane? *Gulp...*

As the spiritual pills were swallowed, Lan Ziyi heard a buzzing sound from Lu Ye's abdomen, as if thunder was rolling within him, or a millstone was grinding. He even dared to activate the Gluttonous Feast... Lan Ziyi was utterly speechless. She, of course, knew about the Gluttonous Feast, a cultivation technique often considered rather useless. So, as soon as she heard the noises from Lu Ye's stomach, she knew what he was doing.

He truly had no fear of death! Not only did he swallow so many spiritual pills at once, but he also activated the Gluttonous Feast to refine their medicinal effects. However, it had to be said that the effect was very obvious, as Lan Ziyi could clearly feel Lu Ye's aura, which had been somewhat sluggish due to the prolonged battle, rapidly recovering. This undoubtedly showed that his spiritual energy was quickly replenishing. But... was it necessary? This method of recovery was practically gambling with one's future.

Suddenly, there was another surge of spiritual energy nearby. Lan Ziyi looked at Ju Jia again, only to see that Ju Jia, who had just closed his eyes, had now opened them, his spiritual energy so potent it almost seemed to overflow.

"Done!" Ju Jia rumbled.

"Done with what?"

Lan Ziyi suddenly felt as if she were dreaming. Lu Ye could quickly recover his spiritual energy because he used some special methods, which she clearly understood. But what was the situation with Ju Jia? From the moment he closed his eyes to when he opened them, only about ten breaths of time had passed. All the depletion from the previous battle had been completely replenished! She hadn't seen Ju Jia swallow any spiritual pills or absorb spiritual stones.

"Let's go!" Lu Ye called out, striding towards a certain direction. He chose not to fly, yet each step covered more than ten *zhang*.

Ju Jia silently followed close behind, not even asking what Lu Ye intended to do.

"Wait!" Lan Ziyi snapped back to attention, quickly darting to catch up. Walking beside Lu Ye, she turned her head and said, "Together!"

She had already sensed what Lu Ye was about to do. Although this journey would undoubtedly carry great risks, if successful, it would certainly yield a large amount of battle merit. She didn't want to miss such an opportunity.

Lu Ye didn't deter her. Lan Ziyi had strength, and while he and Ju Jia together should be sufficient, an extra person always meant extra power. Along their path, corpse tribe members constantly emerged to harass them. However, having weathered such great storms before, how could they care about these minor obstacles now?

The trio advanced in a V-formation. Wherever they passed, specks of shimmering light continually emanated from the bodies of the slain corpse tribe, floating into the backs of their hands.

However, Lan Ziyi quickly noticed something and turned her head to ask, "Lu Yiye, do you not know where he is?" She observed that Lu Ye's movements lacked a clear objective; he seemed to be searching as he roamed and hunted.

Lu Ye sliced off a corpse tribe member's head with one swing and casually replied, "Do you know?"

He indeed didn't know where the target was. This particular target was too inconspicuous, practically impossible to find amidst the current environment filled with corpse tribe members, unless the target willingly exposed himself. But in such a situation, why would the target expose himself so easily? So Lu Ye could only continue killing corpse tribe members while slowly searching. He didn't need to see the target with his own eyes; he had already memorized the target's aura when it suddenly appeared to ambush him and then injured Yang Yuan. As long as the target appeared within his perception range, there would be no escape!

"I don't know either," Lan Ziyi's voice softened slightly.

"Then stop wasting words."

The trio continued to roam and hunt, helping many cultivators from Kyushu out of their predicaments. Upon recognizing Lu Ye and Lan Ziyi, numerous Kyushu cultivators were greatly uplifted. So, the top two cultivators from the Cloud River Hegemony were here, working together! This mission to eliminate the corpse tribe would surely be much easier now. Along their path, the ground was strewn not only with broken bodies of the corpse tribe but also many corpses of Kyushu cultivators, indicating the intensity of the previous battles.

Suddenly, shrill cries of agony rang out. Lu Ye's figure flickered as he darted towards the source of the sound, arriving at the battlefield in mere moments.

By now, the bustling activity in front of the portals had ceased. The corpse tribe had realized that the Kyushu visitors were not to be trifled with and had scattered. Many Kyushu cultivators had also left the portals, forming teams with friends and family to roam and hunt.

At this very moment, a team of over a dozen cultivators had encountered disaster. They were completely surrounded by a group of corpse tribe members. If that were all, it might have been manageable, but the critical factor was the presence of an extremely powerful entity among them:

The Iron Corpse Commander!

In a true sense, not only was the Golden Corpse King Shisha a hegemon-level existence, but his three subordinate Corpse Commanders were also each hegemon-level. They were by no means something ordinary Cloud River Realm cultivators could contend with. However, relatively speaking, Shisha's strength was even greater than that of the three Corpse Commanders.

The Copper Corpse Commander had died a frustrating death earlier, mainly because he had not anticipated the formidable strength of the eight-person Kyushu team. With their coordinated efforts, he was slain on the spot in just ten breaths of time. The advantage of his vast corpse horde was completely nullified under Lu Ye's powerful perception.

Facing the eight-person Kyushu team, the Iron Corpse Commander had been unable to accomplish anything significant. But when confronting an ordinary team of a dozen-plus cultivators, he single-handedly killed the strongest member with one powerful strike. The remaining members of the team were also in grave peril.

It was at this critical juncture that the surrounding corpse tribe suddenly fell into disarray. Immediately after, a fiery red figure cut through the waves of enemies, charging out and slashing a fierce strike directly towards the Iron Corpse Commander.

Assaulted abruptly, the Iron Corpse Commander showed no concern. He merely raised an arm to block the blade, his iron-colored skin suddenly tightening, as if truly transforming into fine steel. However, in the next instant, his stiff face changed color. The figure that entered his vision was none other than one of the individuals who had first burst into the Hun Tian Sacred Palace!

The Iron Corpse Commander didn't really care much about the other individuals, but this person holding the blade was the only one he truly feared. This was the one who had wounded the Golden Corpse King! Corpse qi surged around his body, concentrating on his arm.

*Clang!*

The blade seemed to strike true steel, emitting a clear ringing sound. The blade edge pierced through the Iron Corpse Commander's defense, three inches deep into the bone, but failed to sever his arm. Using the shockwave of the blade, the Iron Corpse Commander pulled back and fled backward, intending to escape the area.

However, the next moment, a tall, slender figure burst forth from behind, as if having anticipated his escape route. Two exaggerated long blades danced, creating a dazzling storm of blade light, directly enveloping the Iron Corpse Commander.

"Brother Shen!"

"Hm!"

As Shen Changqing walked along the road, he would greet or nod to acquaintances he met. But no matter who it was, everyone's face was devoid of extra expression, as if they were indifferent to everything. Shen Changqing had grown accustomed to this.

Because this was the Demon Suppression Division, an organization responsible for maintaining the stability of Great Qin. Its primary duty was to slay demons, monsters, and ghosts, though it also had other subsidiary tasks. It could be said that everyone in the Demon Suppression Division had a great deal of blood on their hands. When one becomes accustomed to seeing life and death, they become indifferent to many things.

When he first arrived in this world, Shen Changqing was somewhat unaccustomed, but over time, he grew used to it. The Demon Suppression Division was vast. Those who could remain in the Demon Suppression Division were either exceptionally strong experts or individuals with the potential to become experts. Shen Changqing belonged to the latter.

The Demon Suppression Division was divided into two professions: Demon Suppressors and Demon Exterminators. Anyone entering the Demon Suppression Division started as a Demon Exterminator, the lowest tier.

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Then, they would gradually advance, eventually hoping to become a Demon Suppressor. Shen Changqing's predecessor was a probationary Demon Exterminator in the Demon Suppression Division, the lowest level of Demon Exterminator. Possessing his predecessor's memories, he was very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a pavilion. Unlike the other grim and austere places in the Demon Suppression Division, this pavilion stood out like a crane among chickens, presenting a unique tranquility amidst the bloody Demon Suppression Division. At this time, the pavilion's main door was open, with people occasionally entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing hesitated for only a moment before stepping inside. Upon entering the pavilion, the atmosphere suddenly changed. A scent of ink mixed with a faint smell of blood wafted towards him, instinctively causing his brows to furrow, but then quickly relax. The bloody scent on everyone in the Demon Suppression Division was almost impossible to wash away.

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