Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

"Let me out!"

Yan Yu made a decision and looked to Qin Yu beside her.

Qin Yu originally wanted to stop her, but if they didn’t do something, their group would remain trapped here forever.

"Be careful!"

"Don’t go too far from here!"

Yan Yu nodded slightly.

The next instant, she appeared atop the flying ship.

"Swoosh!"

At that very moment, the ghostly creatures below suddenly shot upward, hurling themselves at the flying ship in a savage assault.

"Hmph!"

Yan Yu materialized, and from under her mask came a disdainful, cold snort.

She lightly spread out her palm, as if awakening the sleeping earth itself. In an instant, the soil below seemed imbued with life, quickly condensing into a pair of gigantic, mountain-like hands.

"Boom! Rumble..."

Amid earth-shattering noise, the colossal hands clapped together with a force like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting. In a split second, the ghostly creatures were smashed to dust, dissolving into a storm of black qi that scattered into the air.

However, not the slightest hint of relaxation appeared in Yan Yu’s eyes.

As expected, amidst the swirling black qi, the ghostly creatures that had been pulverized began reassembling, ominously and bizarrely, as if they possessed undying bodies.

Even more unsettling, the death qi on their bodies had not diminished the slightest bit. On the contrary, it became even more potent.

Clearly, Yan Yu’s earlier onslaught had not only failed to hurt them—it had been devoured by them, becoming their nourishment.

Death Qi can devour all things!

"Heh heh!"

The hidden figure in the darkness remained unseen, as though savoring the show, intent on letting the ghostly creatures slowly torment this Flame Guard to death.

"Yan Yu."

Just as Yan Yu prepared to strike again, Qin Yu suddenly called out to her, sending forth an ordinary spiritual weapon.

"There’s someone else in the flying ship..."

In the shadows, a figure shrouded entirely in a black robe locked his gaze onto the flying ship.

Previously, he hadn’t sensed any presence aboard the ship.

But that was understandable—who didn’t know the skills of the Flame Guards?!

Yet now, he heard another voice—a man’s—and strangely enough, he still couldn’t sense any fluctuation of aura at all.

It was only when that spiritual weapon appeared that he felt the faintest trace.

Could it be there’s a man inside among the Flame Guards?!

"Well then, let them all stay behind!"

Killing one or killing two, to this black-robed figure, was no different at all.

"What is this..."

As Yan Yu gripped the spiritual weapon Qin Yu handed over, she sensed that its entire blade was wrapped in dense spiritual power.

It was a special spiritual power unique to Qin Yu.

Even now, Sister Yan Zhi had been unable to find any records of this unique spiritual power.

But what she was certain of, was that this special spiritual power could purify death qi!

As the ghostly creatures lunged in, Yan Yu did not rush to attack. Not until they drew near the flying ship did her gaze turn razor-sharp.

"Slash!"

The next moment, Yan Yu seemed to split into several extrabody avatars—almost simultaneously, she wielded the spiritual weapon, shredding the ghostly creatures to bits.

[Purifying Death Qi +10]

[Purifying Death Qi +10]

[...]

A string of values floated past Qin Yu’s eyes, but at this point, such a meager amount of Flame Points no longer interested him.

When he saw the true essence on that ordinary spiritual weapon run dry, he handed out another one.

...

"Heh heh, it’s no use!"

The black-robed man didn’t look the least bit concerned—in fact, watching Yan Yu’s actions, a hideous smirk spread beneath his robe.

He wondered, by using a Flame Guard as fertilizer, just how strong these ghostly creatures might become.

Yet—

As those ghostly creatures were shredded, the death qi seemed to ignite, slowly dissipating until not a trace was left.

What a pity.

The true essence covering that spiritual weapon was limited; if only...

Yan Yu took up the spirit sword, flicked her wrist, and countless sword shadows flashed, once more shredding the ghostly creatures that were trying to reassemble.

"This..."

In the darkness, that shadow’s smirk froze all at once, eyes filled with utter disbelief.

Death qi—had actually been purified?

One of the ghostly creatures he’d painstakingly nurtured was destroyed just like that?!

"Impossible!"

The black-robed man growled low, his pupils contracting. In the next instant, a sharp surge of sword qi tore through the air, rocketing toward him.

"Screee!"

As the sword qi swept past, it left a bottomless gorge across the earth.

The black-robed figure strolled calmly from clouds of swirling dust.

His whole body was hidden within the robe—only when he raised his head could a shriveled face be seen.

At this moment, his features were sinister as a vengeful ghost of the night; his sunken, shriveled eyes glinted with a chilling light that could freeze the soul.

"It seems the Venerable Lord was right—the disappearance of the ancient ghostly creatures is indeed your doing!"

"But I’m curious; you, just a mere Flame Guard, how is this possible?"

The black-robed man showed not the slightest hint of panic. Instead, he exuded utter confidence, as if everything was within his grasp.

"Hmm..."

When his gaze landed on the spiritual weapon Yan Yu had just received, his pupils shrank imperceptibly.

He felt a powerful sense that the spiritual power coating that weapon posed immense danger even to him.

Don’t tell me...

The one purifying the ghostly creatures isn’t this Flame Guard in front of me, but that person hiding inside the flying ship?!

He’d seen very clearly from the shadows: all those spiritual weapons came from within the ship, and Yan Yu had exchanged them several times already.

Which meant, the greatest threat was not this Flame Guard.

"I want to see for myself—just what manner of being you are!"

Beneath the black robe, his eyes were icy cold as a frozen lake. Without another word, he merely lifted his hand, and the sky instantly darkened.

In the next instant, a jet-black hand, like something reaching from the abyss, manifested out of thin air. Carrying monstrous, near-apocalyptic power, it smashed down at the flying ship.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the flying ship, unable to withstand the force, burst apart with a deafening crash—splintering into wreckage that rained chaotically to the ground.

"Hmm?"

The black-robed man let out a questioning sound, eyes fixed on where the flying ship had been, a tangle of surprise and suspicion in his gaze.

Now, suspended in midair, Yan Yu stood alone, proud and unyielding.

She knew full well that Qin Yu wasn’t aboard the flying ship, so she felt no worry. Instead, she took the opportunity to finish shredding the remaining ghostly creatures.

"Where is he?"

The black-robed man’s eyes swept the area, but even after scouring every inch of space nearby, he found not the slightest trace.

Could it be—the one hiding in the ship was crushed to dust by that blow?!

Yet, that went far too smoothly.

And why didn’t the Flame Guard help that man?

His instincts screamed that something was wrong!

He had never sensed the presence of anyone inside the flying ship, yet the voice and the spiritual weapons all came from it.

Just now he even wondered if perhaps the person within the flying ship was also a Flame Guard.

But—

The current situation left him utterly perplexed.

He was not arrogant enough to believe he could slay a Flame Guard with a single strike.