Cultivating To Immortality

After the formation was set, Fang Hong, holding the Black Scale Spear, was the first to step into the passage.

Xiao Yu and Liu Qian also tightly gripped their Spiritual Treasures, following beside Fang Hong.

The three proceeded cautiously. Although their Divine Sense hadn't detected any danger, it was still better to be careful…

The passage was winding, about two to three hundred feet long. The three advanced carefully and finally, after a corner, reached the end of the passage.

Suddenly, the view opened up, and an incredibly spacious stone grotto appeared in their line of sight.

This stone grotto was about seven to eight hundred feet long and wide, seemingly having hollowed out the entire mountain peak. Many daylight stones were embedded in the walls, illuminating the entire grotto as if it were daytime.

"What's that! So many Mid-Grade Spirit Stones!" Xiao Yu's gaze fell on the center of the grotto, and she suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

Fang Hong and Liu Qian also saw it. In the very center of the grotto, a large pile of spirit stones was stacked, shimmering with spiritual light, estimated to be about three thousand pieces.

Moreover, these were all Mid-Grade Spirit Stones. If converted to low-grade spirit stoness, that would be three hundred thousand, not a small sum.

Aside from that pile of spirit stones, in another corner of the grotto were two corpses!

One was a humanoid Corpse, dressed in a Gray-robed Corpse. Although the body was already shriveled, one could still vaguely discern his extraordinary aura from when he was alive.

The other was a massive Dragon Corpse, over a hundred feet long, its body coiled, its scales dull yet still chillingly sharp and terrifyingly gruesome.

And to the right of the Corpse, a circular stone platform was slightly raised, upon which four ancient-looking, faintly glowing treasure chests were placed, likely containing some treasures…

"Be careful, I always feel that those two Corpses are a bit strange!" Liu Qian reminded softly, her expression solemn.

She was not attracted by the spirit stones or treasure chests; instead, she focused all her attention on the two Corpses.

"Mm." Fang Hong nodded upon hearing this, seeming to have already sensed something amiss. "These two Corpses… I'm afraid they haven't completely died yet."

"Wh-what? Haven't died yet?!" Xiao Yu, standing nearby, heard this and her face instantly changed, a hint of panic appearing on her pretty face. Her long spear in hand tightened its grip unconsciously.

"Could it be… that the owner of this Immortal Cave is still alive?" Liu Qian's heart tightened, and the long sword in her hand quietly rose, lightning flashing, electric arcs flowing over it, ready to react.

"No need to worry, they are just two ghosts that haven't completely died." Fang Hong's expression was calm, his tone indifferent.

As his words fell, he condensed a fireball and, without hesitation, hurled it towards the Gray-robed Corpse.

"Buzz!"

Just as the fireball was about to strike, two eerie purple ghost fires suddenly appeared in the Gray-robed Corpse's eye sockets, flickering faintly, filled with an evil aura!

Immediately after, the Gray-robed Corpse raised his withered palm and fiercely shot out a purple flame skull, directly meeting the fireball and shattering it, sending sparks flying.

Seeing this, Liu Qian and Xiao Yu's expressions both changed, their hearts tensing. They immediately injected their own Magic Power into their Spiritual Treasures, preparing for battle.

"Hehehe… You juniors are too impolite. Trespassing into someone else's Immortal Cave, is this how you greet them?"

At this moment, the Gray-robed Corpse suddenly spoke, his voice deep and hoarse, carrying a hint of strangeness and anger.

His body twisted continuously, the sound of bones rubbing clearly audible, and he slowly stood up from the ground, his entire body burning with purple ghost fire, his fierce aura soaring, exuding a powerful aura.

"Core Formation peak! He's not a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator?" Xiao Yu was slightly surprised by this sight.

"It's better if he's not a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, otherwise we would be in trouble." Liu Qian breathed a slight sigh of relief.

With the three of them working together, dealing with a Core Formation peak cultivator was not entirely without a chance of winning.

"Senior, you were secretly hiding in the Corpse, intending to ambush us, weren't you?" Fang Hong spoke.

"Heh, you junior, your words are truly interesting." The Corpse sneered, "This Corpse was originally my physical body, so how can you speak of hiding? How can you speak of a sneak attack?"

He paused, his tone filled with trickery, "Hehehe… I've waited so many years, and finally, a few juniors with decent aptitude have arrived. Not bad, not bad!"

Liu Qian's gaze turned cold, and she sternly warned, "Be careful! He probably wants to attempt possession for rebirth!"

"Ah… Resurrect! Corpse Ghost Battle Pet!!" The Gray-robed Corpse suddenly roared, his hands quickly forming seals, Magic Power surging within him, and then he shot a purple flame towards the Dragon Corpse next to him.

"Puff puff puff…"

Amidst the intertwining purple flames, the Dragon Corpse immediately began to tremble, its body scales rattling, its huge body slowly awakening, opening its mouth to roar, sending out rolling waves of Qi.

"Capture those two women, I want to enjoy them slowly!" The purple flames in the Gray-robed Corpse's eyes flickered wildly as he ordered with a sinister voice.

The Dragon Corpse responded, letting out a furious roar, twisting its massive body, and lunging directly at Xiao Yu and Liu Qian!

"A mere grade Seven Dragon Corpse, do you think I'm afraid of you!" Liu Qian snorted coldly, brandishing her lightning sword, which crackled with electricity and thunder, striking towards the Dragon.

"Brother Fang, be careful on your own. After we deal with this evil beast, we'll come to help you!"

Xiao Yu shouted, her golden spear shining, piercing out a dazzling golden light that fiercely struck the Dragon Corpse.

"Bang bang bang…"

The battle immediately erupted, with Xiao Yu and Liu Qian joining forces to engage in a fierce struggle with the Dragon Corpse.

At the same time, the Gray-robed Corpse suddenly lunged at Fang Hong, his face ferocious: "Gah gah gah… Brat, I'll gladly accept your physical body!"

He opened his mouth and spat out a demonic sword condensed from purple fire, which flew out fiercely, carrying a terrifying aura, and slashed towards Fang Hong!

Facing the sudden killing move, Fang Hong was not flustered. The Black Scale Spear instantly struck, directly clashing with the demonic sword, "Clang!" Spiritual Treasures collided, sparks flying everywhere.

"Old ghost, no matter how mighty you were in life, now you're just a wild ghost. Go and rest on your grave!"

Fang Hong said coldly, suddenly injecting Magic Power, and with a spear strike of immense force, he fiercely sent the Corpse flying.

"This kid… his Magic Power is actually above mine?!" The Gray-robed Corpse showed a look of shock, his face distorted, unable to believe it.

Fang Hong didn't wait for the opponent to catch his breath, quickly took out ten Ice Seal Talismans from his storage bag, and with a wave of his hand, icy cold Qi rose into the sky, a cold current sweeping through, locking down the Gray-robed Corpse's movements.

"Petty tricks!" The Corpse sneered disdainfully, waving his demonic sword again, slashing out three Dragon-shaped Sword Qi, sharp and irresistible, instantly shattering the Ice Seal Talismans.

Fang Hong, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, summoned the fire cloud gourd. Red mist churned within the gourd, gushing out like clouds and flames, directly rushing towards the Corpse's demonic sword, intending to capture it.

The Gray-robed Corpse noticed the anomaly, his figure flickered, transforming into several streaks of purple mist to dodge and escape. Fang Hong continued to control the red mist to pursue him.

Seeing the unfavorable situation, the Gray-robed Corpse roared, opening his mouth to spew out a purple whirlwind, attempting to disperse the red mist.

"Puff!"

The whirlwind indeed worked, and the red mist was instantly torn apart.

However, before the Gray-robed Corpse could gloat, the red mist slowly reassembled, reforming as if it would never dissipate.

"Damn it!" The Gray-robed Corpse gritted his teeth, continuing to dodge.

Just then, Fang Hong poured Magic Power into the Black Scale Spear and fiercely threw it towards the fleeing Corpse, his aura like a rainbow.