Chapter 3731: Pie Falling from the Sky (Gone for Today)

Three days later, Wang Changsheng, Wang Ruyan, Wang Qingshan, Wang Mengbin, Wang Qingxiao, Liu Hongxue, Bai Yuqi, and Wang Yang stood atop a peak, their faces wreathed in smiles.

All of them were at the early True Immortal stage. Wang Yang had opened two apertures, but the secret technique he used for this was not from the "Profound Infant Aperture Opening Grand Technique." If he wished to switch to this technique, he would need to dissolve his currently opened apertures and reopen them.

Wang Yang had joined Wang Changsheng relatively late, and in terms of loyalty and reliability, Wang Changsheng trusted Wang Tunian, Wang Lin, Wang Mengli, and others more.

Since Wang Yang had not yet achieved any merit, Wang Changsheng could not possibly impart the "Profound Infant Aperture Opening Grand Technique" to him. His performance would determine this.

"You've all advanced to the True Immortal stage, so we can return to the market city now," Wang Changsheng said with a smile. He summoned the Spirit-Crossing Flying Chariot. Wang Yang's body glowed with golden light, but Wang Changsheng stopped him. "You don't need to pull the chariot anymore. Let's keep a low profile; using a Profound Sky Treasure for travel is sufficient." He then recalled Wang Yang into his spirit beast bracelet and stepped onto the Spirit-Crossing Flying Chariot, followed closely by Wang Qingshan and the others.

Now that the Wang family had eight True Immortals, they could consider establishing a territory and founding their clan.

Wang Changsheng formed a hand seal, and the Spirit-Crossing Flying Chariot emitted a dazzling blue light, soaring towards the sky.

As he flew ten million miles, a deafening roar echoed from the distant horizon. A massive golden light flared in the sky, accompanied by a mournful wail.

"Fellow Daoists ahead, please assist us in stopping the Heavenly Ghost Sect cultivators. We are acting under the orders of the Nine Immortal Sect to apprehend them," a hurried male voice resounded from the sky.

No sooner had the voice faded than a grey light shot out from the golden glow, swiftly flying into the distance.

"Heavenly Ghost Sect! Nine Immortal Sect!" Wang Changsheng's expression hardened. The border between the Luminous Moon Alliance and the Nine Immortal Sect was extensive, so encountering Heavenly Ghost Sect cultivators here was peculiar. His divine sense detected that the enemies were two True Immortal mid-stage cultivators, but their aura was weak, suggesting they were injured. This was practically a godsend. "Attack them, take them down," Wang Changsheng ordered.

With a flick of his right hand, a white light flew out. He infused it with a spell, and a clear, resonant bird cry sounded as the white light transformed into a snow-white vulture, covered in white feathers with eyes of the same color. He had refined the essence of a mid-stage True Immortal Ice Vulture into the Profound Jade Banner, creating a new low-grade immortal artifact, the Ice Vulture Banner, capable of shapeshifting and attacking. As soon as the Ice Vulture appeared, it gave a gentle flap of its wings and vanished from its spot.

A white light flashed in the distant sky, and the Ice Vulture reappeared. With a gentle flap of its wings, the sea surface within ten thousand miles rapidly froze, the ice spreading quickly in all directions, and the temperature plummeting. Its right claw swiped at the void, causing ripples above the grey light, and a massive white bird claw materialized from thin air, seizing at the grey light.

A purple light shot out, cleaving the white bird claw in half. It was a short, purple-glowing blade, its hilt carved with a grotesque ghost face.

The grey light dissipated, revealing a black-glowing scroll. A lean old man in black robes and a captivating young woman in a purple dress stood upon the black scroll. The scroll bore a gruesome ghost face pattern, emanating terrifying sinister energy fluctuations. The old man in black robes and the young woman in the purple dress were pale, their auras weak, and their clothes stained with brownish blood, whether their own or their enemies' was unknown.

Wang Ruyan and the other six had not long advanced to the True Immortal stage and had not yet mastered new divine abilities, but fortunately, they possessed immortal artifacts. Wang Ruyan took out her Immortal-Suppressing Flute and began to play. As a lively flute melody sounded, waves of blue sound surged forth. Numerous cracks appeared on the ice surface, and the void also fractured extensively. Wang Qingshan and the other five activated their immortal artifacts, attacking the old man in black robes and the young woman in the purple dress.

"Junior Martial Brother Han, I'll stay and cover your retreat. You must leave quickly. With a flying immortal artifact, they shouldn't be able to catch you," the young woman in the purple dress transmitted, her tone resolute. They had been pursued by multiple True Immortal cultivators and had deliberately fled to this location to shake off their pursuers, believing they would find no enemies here. To their surprise, they encountered seven True Immortal cultivators. Under normal circumstances, they would naturally not fear, but their immortal essence was nearly depleted, and their strength was greatly diminished. If these seven True Immortals could hold them back for a while, their pursuers would catch up, and their deaths would be certain.

"Senior Martial Sister Li, take care. If I can escape, I will certainly look after your descendants." The old man in black robes formed a hand seal, and the black scroll immediately flared with dazzling black light, transforming into a streak of black light that shot through the air.

Just as the Ice Vulture was about to intervene, an exceedingly shrill ghostly wail echoed, spreading across a hundred thousand miles. Wang Qingshan and the other six felt dizzy and slightly unwell; the Ice Vulture was no exception. The young woman in the purple dress formed a hand seal, and countless profound runes emerged on her body, accompanied by wailing ghost cries. A faint, grotesque ghostly shadow appeared on her, her nails elongated, and a pair of massive purple fleshy wings sprouted from her back. Her eyes also turned purple, and her entire being exuded terrifying sinister energy fluctuations. This was the Ghost Pact Art! Somewhat similar to Spirit Attachment, it allowed the caster to merge with their ghost entity, temporarily enhancing their strength and gaining a ghost body, enabling them to unleash some ghost-path divine abilities. However, the ghost entity's cultivation was too low; even with the Ghost Pact Art, she could not advance to the late True Immortal stage. The remaining immortal essence within the young woman in the purple dress rapidly drained away. With a gentle flap of her purple fleshy wings, she vanished from her spot.

A strong gust of wind swept in front of the Spirit-Crossing Flying Chariot, and the young woman in the purple dress materialized. The moment she appeared, Wang Qingshan flicked his wrist, and the green flying sword in his hand flew out, striking the young woman. The green flying sword hit her, emitting a clang like metal striking metal. A thick bolt of green lightning struck her, causing a plume of green smoke. Wang Changsheng's body radiated intense blue light, and a blue eye appeared on his forehead—it was the Glazed True Pupil. He had not expected his first battle in the Immortal Realm to be against a severely wounded True Immortal ghost cultivator. The Glazed True Pupil emitted a beam of blue light that enveloped the young woman in the purple dress. She let out an agonizing shriek, her body trembling slightly, and wisps of green smoke rising from her.

Enduring the intense pain, she transformed her hands into claws and lunged directly for Wang Changsheng's crown. Most of her immortal artifacts had been destroyed, or she wouldn't have engaged in close combat.

Wang Changsheng sneered. His hands erupted with dazzling blue light, and he met her attack with his fists. With dull thuds, the young woman in the purple dress felt her hands break. She was sent flying backward, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, her eyes filled with surprise. "A True Immortal Body Cultivator!" the young woman in the purple dress exclaimed in disbelief. Even after activating the Ghost Pact Art, which allowed her physical body to withstand low-grade immortal artifacts, Wang Changsheng's physique was even stronger than hers. Her luck was truly terrible!

Thick chains materialized, coiling around the young woman in the purple dress. A purple light shot from her forehead, transforming into a purple light blade that severed all the chains. The divine sense of a True Immortal cultivator was far stronger than that of a Mahayana cultivator; a single trick wouldn't work universally.

A white halo swept over, rapidly passing through the young woman's body. Her body quickly froze, turning into a massive ice sculpture.