Chapter 1212: Captured the Giant King

The Mist Giant King’s heart sank, and a thought arose within him.

Could it be that this person deliberately allowed himself to be caught? Was it to strike him by surprise?

Jiang Fan didn't give him much time to think. The prepared Misty Demonic Liquid was fiercely thrown onto his body.

According to the Soul Refining Venerable, the Misty Demonic Liquid was extremely viscous. Even a Deification Venerable would get stuck if they touched it.

The Misty Demonic Liquid instantly splattered onto his giant eyes. The Mist Giant King instinctively closed his eyes. When he tried to open them again, he found his eyelids were tightly glued together, making it impossible to open them!

"What have you done to me?" the Mist Giant King roared in panic. While roaring, he swung his palm furiously, aiming for Jiang Fan's head. This was an attack from a Giant King! How could a Nascent Soul realm cultivator withstand it?

Jiang Fan, still entangled by the king's tongue, couldn't possibly break free. He was about to be crushed into pulp.

Jiang Fan pressed the Essence of Fire in his palm onto the king's tongue. Even a Giant King couldn't endure the scorching heat of an Essence. In pain, the king instinctively flung Jiang Fan away, and the murderous palm strike missed, hitting the stone wall of the crevice instead.

A thunderous crash echoed! The stone wall shattered like tofu from the single blow. Scattered fragments of rock ruthlessly pierced through the spiritual bodies of many Nascent Soul realm cultivators from Mount Sanqing. For a moment, screams of agony erupted one after another. Even the residual impact of the Giant King's attack was far beyond what a Nascent Soul realm cultivator could withstand!

Jiang Fan's expression also changed drastically, and he immediately shielded Yue Mingzhu behind him. Then, he manifested the Essence of Wind, forming a swirling current of air around his body, deflecting all incoming rock fragments. This way, both of them avoided being impaled by the debris.

Yue Mingzhu's small face was pale, showing a look of terror. "Is that a Giant King?" she asked. Just its mere presence, standing still, filled her with dread.

Jiang Fan gazed at the Giant King and shook his head slightly. "It's just a dying Giant King," he said. "It's not even a tenth of its peak strength." He recalled the suffocating feeling of facing the Spatial Giant King and the Fortune Giant King. The Giant King before him was considerably weak. Perhaps the Misty Demonic Liquid's effect would be better than expected.

At this moment, the Misty Demonic Liquid was flowing down from the Giant King's eyes. Everything it touched became glued. Jiang Fan's eyes flickered slightly. "If only I could immobilize him, so he can't move," he mused. If the demonic liquid could glue his entire body, it would be equivalent to capturing a living Giant King! Whether he refined it into an undead corpse or traded it for items from the Imperial Astrological Bureau, it would be an invaluable treasure. Far more valuable than killing it.

However, a weak Giant King was still a Giant King. How could he easily subdue it and render it motionless?

The Taoist Head of Mount Sanqing's eyes gleamed subtly. He also realized the possibility of capturing the Giant King alive. Their Mount Sanqing had gained countless benefits from that Deification-level beast. The current Giant King should also be profitable.

After a brief deliberation, he decisively took out a spatial magic artifact. After casting a spell, he poured out a disheveled, white-haired old woman from it. Her eyes were closed, as if she was deep in slumber.

As Jiang Fan wondered, the Black-Clothed True Person in the spatial mirror gasped. He urgently said, "Run! How did these guys bring such a dangerous old hag here! She is Mount Sanqing's most dangerous Nine-Orifice Nascent Soul. Once she succumbs to her madness, she falls into a deep sleep. And everyone around her will be dragged into sleep with her!"

If they fell asleep elsewhere, it wouldn't be an issue. But to fall asleep right in front of Mount Sanqing... As a former strong cultivator of Mount Sanqing, the Black-Clothed True Person knew exactly what kind of people the Sanqing cultivators were. If Jiang Fan dared to sleep, they would devour him until not a single bone remained.

However, before Jiang Fan could react, the Taoist Head of Mount Sanqing pointed a finger at the Nine-Orifice Nascent Soul's glabella, then decisively retreated at full speed!

The sleeping Nine-Orifice Nascent Soul slowly awoke. The invisible "madness" quickly spread around. The Mount Sanqing disciples who couldn't escape, Huang Quan who couldn't react in time, and Yue Mingzhu, their eyelids immediately grew heavy, and they stumbled and collapsed, falling into a deep sleep.

The roaring Mist Giant King's body also began to sway. Although he didn't fall into a deep sleep like them, it still had an effect, slowing down his movements. Thus, the Misty Demonic Liquid smoothly flowed over his entire body. He was gradually glued into a black "sugar figure."

Jiang Fan, too, couldn't help but feel his eyelids grow heavy, becoming drowsy. No matter how he silently recited the contents of the Jade Paper Heavenly Book, it had no effect. Just as he was about to fall forward, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his Nascent Soul. He jolted awake, breaking free from the "sleep-madness" state. A bead of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. "What a dangerous path," he muttered. He dared not imagine what would happen if he fell asleep. The Taoist Head of Mount Sanqing would kill him and take his Essence of Fire, wouldn't he?

Thinking of this, Jiang Fan chuckled. "Thank you for your help," he said. "I'll unceremoniously take this living Giant King!"

By now, the Giant King was covered from head to toe in Misty Demonic Liquid, completely glued and unable to move. This was due to his weakened state. The stickiness of the Misty Demonic Liquid was something he simply couldn't break free from.

Jiang Fan was overjoyed. Why hesitate? He took out another burlap sack and put the king inside. Then, he picked up Yue Mingzhu, ready to leave.

Before leaving, he saw the Nine-Orifice Nascent Soul cultivator, whose surname was Feng. After a brief awakening, under the influence of her madness, she had fallen asleep again! A thought suddenly struck him. This Nine-Orifice Nascent Soul's madness was so unique; could she be used as a weapon? If he encountered a group of enemies, he could wake her up and throw her among them. Wouldn't that instantly make the enemies fall asleep on the spot? Used at a critical moment, it could have miraculous effects! The Black-Clothed True Person calling her Mount Sanqing's most dangerous Nine-Orifice Nascent Soul was not without reason.

With this thought, he lightly tapped his foot, scooping the old woman into the Giant King's burlap sack. Theoretically, if the old woman were to briefly awaken at regular intervals, the Giant King would remain in a continuous semi-dormant state.

As the Giant King was bagged, the surrounding mist rapidly dissipated. He dared not delay, immediately activating the Bronze Grasshopper. Otherwise, if Mount Sanqing found out, not only would the Giant King be gone, but their Nine-Orifice Nascent Soul would be too. They would be so furious they'd be stamping their feet and cursing their ancestors!

However, Jiang Fan felt as if he had missed something. He looked around; everything was hazy, making it impossible to see what might have been dropped. He tried to think carefully but couldn't recall what it was.

"Never mind," he mumbled, "it must not be important." Muttering to himself, Jiang Fan grabbed the Bronze Grasshopper and teleported five hundred miles away.

Not long after, Huang Quan, lying in the mud, vaguely heard the surprised shouts of the Taoist Head of Mount Sanqing.

"Hahaha! Our Mount Sanqing has struck it rich! Capturing a living Giant King is unprecedented, unprecedented!"