Dao Equaling the Heavens
Chapter 574 - 102: Ten-Thousand-Mile Flying Sword_2

Chapter 574: Chapter 102: Ten-Thousand-Mile Flying Sword_2

"Now all you need is to stop fighting, live well, and let things proceed as they will."

"Ha... stop fighting? That’s easy to say, but is it doable?"

Qi Ling gripped the broken blade tightly, her iron-clad muscles trembled slightly, and the killing intent in her eyes could not be contained.

"If it weren’t for you holding me back, I would’ve slashed him already. He’s the same, let him go now, and see if he doesn’t attack me."

The zombie remained silent, not complying.

Yin Lingfeng, having just regained some strength, showed his teeth and couldn’t restrain his murderous intent.

He wanted to live, but he wanted even more to kill the other.

"If I can survive, I’m willing too."

Qi Ling changed her tune, regained some reason in her eyes, and started probing: "Since you’ve completely inherited the memory of some great power. You can be viewed as that power, please provide a concrete, viable method."

"You two are the strongest Jun Yan at the moment, as long as you maintain your true self, others won’t cause any waves."

"Junior needs a spell to ensure my safety."

"..."

The zombie was wordless, with a hint of daze in its eyes.

Qi Ling felt puzzled in her heart, logically such an old monster could easily make up reasons, so why wouldn’t he speak?

Suddenly, a thought emerged, from a trace of Jun Yan’s memory.

About how to hide oneself and the use of avatars.

Transformations, avatars, divine separation, etc., are the most uncontrollable, a slight error could make the avatar overpower the master, not good if fallen into enemy hands.

Therefore, typical avatars have a certain strength but never much intelligence. Those who wield them well can give them judgment on particular matters, beyond which they become idle.

They’re like puppets, following a set path.

The zombie suddenly revealed a dry smile.

"I cannot guarantee, because you lack the qualification to decide. What I say now isn’t said for you to hear. Everything you hear today will inevitably become memories passed hearing through him."

Yin Lingfeng showed confusion, whereas Qi Ling appeared somewhat enlightened.

He’s conveying the message.

Today’s scene, whether the two survive, will be passed on to another Jun Yan.

The zombie looked up at the sky, an unending chill emerged from the void.

He sighed: "In this world, there are always things out of reach, whether or not one becomes immortal. Even immortality cannot truly be free, at most it escapes the Saint’s technique, but how many can truly run away?"

"Young ones, like me are merely ants..."

A breeze suddenly wafted through, the trees rustled, as dust lifted up, Qi Ling and Yin Lingfeng closed their eyes by instinct, when they opened them again, their bodies were regained.

Immediately, a head fell to the ground, with a blue face and sharp fangs, expression rigid, headless corpse followingly collapsed.

Dead?

"This..."

The two fell into silence.

A calm voice came from the void.

"Continue."

Yin Lingfeng was stunned, Qi Ling held the broken blade, stepping closer.

He was suddenly wide awake, cursing: "Are you willing to let others manipulate you? The demon already said, as long as we stop fighting, the Immortal Ascension Ceremony will eventually end."

Qi Ling said: "Deceiving words, you believe the words of an evil path, pathetic you come from a righteous school."

Yin Lingfeng turned to flee, but sapped of all energy, couldn’t even use escape skills or employ spells to delay Qi Ling.

Qi Ling swiftly chased him, stepping on his back and grinding him into the mud. Driven by survival instincts, Yin Lingfeng painfully crawled forward, his hands on the ground were bloodied, nails starting to flip.

"No, no... I don’t want to die, I still have a great path ahead, I don’t want to die..."

His appearance stirred a trace of pity in Qi Ling, maybe he was right.

She could indeed survive as Qi Ling, but more than being Qi Ling, she wished to be a great power like Jun Yan surveying the world.

Rather than struggling among the mortals like a mayfly.

Qi Ling raised the broken blade, not allowing Yin Lingfeng to show more disgrace, head raised the blade struck decapitating him.

The only thing she could do was ensure he felt no death pain.

Yin Lingfeng’s breath ceased entirely, Qi Ling respectfully bent, mourning a moment as memories flooded in.

In an instant, Qi Ling broke through the Nascent Soul Stage, comprehending why he didn’t want to die.

Born to a notable sect, outstanding talent chosen as True Disciple, possibly inheriting the Sect Leader, or at the least a branch leader.

In contrast, she emerged from a small martial house as a loose cultivator, fighting her way without making a name.

If not for the Yuqing Heavenly Venerate, she’d remain a small character, lacking her current cultivation.

She laughed bitterly: "You truly are lucky, I wouldn’t want to die either."

Two bodies lay quietly on the wasteland, blood stained the soil, the zombie’s dark green blood contaminated the ground, nearby vegetation rapidly withered.

Seeing this, Qi Ling quickly used magic to freeze the corpse, thereafter appraising the bodies.

A Returning to Void Stage zombie corpse, if a buyer could be found, would fetch a fortune. Especially after the Daoist Sect strictly prohibited Corpse Refinement, the price surged.

The memory of a wandering bladesman in her mind recalled, on some black markets, Golden Core Corpse Puppets drew bids all around, sold for an astronomical price of one hundred top-grade Spirit Stones!

Golden Core was followed by Nascent Soul, Nascent Soul by Divine Separation, Divine Separation by Returning to Void.

"The Daoist Sect strictly bans Corpse Refinement, trading bodies is illegal too, and my Qiankun Bag is only three zhang in size."

Qi Ling pondered for a while, decided to dismember the corpse, separating flesh and bones, grind them into powder as top alchemy materials, easier to sell.

If organs contain refined Divine Skills, they could be refined into a Magic Treasure. The brain could be powdered as medicine for repairing the Divine Soul.

Even hair could be used for drawing talismans.

Qi Ling’s memory even contained a highly taboo dual cultivation technique, refining a zombie into a furnace, known as Corpse Couple.

Yin Yang, life and death, intertwine.

Such great compatibility with the Yin Yang Path, cultivation speed is swift indeed. But too taboo, dual cultivation with the dead easily shortens lifespan, even those on the Demon Path reject it.

Only crazed Evil Cultivators would attempt such a cultivation technique.

Qi Ling glanced at Yin Lingfeng, lifted his head for a closer look, said: "He looks quite elegant."

"Cough, cough..."

A cough echoed from the void, Qi Ling promptly put the head down, dug a pit and buried it, erected a gravestone, completing swiftly.

She bowed to the heavens, respectfully said: "Senior, I already have one-fifth of Jun Yan."

"Keep up the good work."

The sky slightly lit up, duskfall descended, an orange-red long sword came down from the heavens, striking firmly three steps before Qi Ling.

The sword measured three feet seven inches, blade crimson as dusk, lined with cracks.

[Taoist Sword Chopping Clouds, Sword of the Saints.]

A trace of sword chime conveyed a message, the sword spirit haughtily looked down on Qi Ling, who promptly knelt, voluntarily kowtowing to the sword.

"Chopping Clouds Senior, please accept a junior’s bow!"

Qi Ling’s resolve strengthened.

She is Jun Yan, Divine Power spells, treasures, Taoist Soldiers all within reach. Not Jun Yan, she is roadside a stray dog.

To live as a stray dog, rather become a part of Jun Yan.

[Good]

Qi Ling newly acquired the Divine Sword, fearing it would dirty in her waist, held tenderly lest it be scratched. Chopping Clouds Sword was meek before Gu Wen, but arrogant to Qi Ling.

Directly lodged at her neck’s back, perched atop satisfied.

Qi Ling walked out like a death row prisoner, passing people all stared at the Chopping Clouds Sword.

A Taoist Sword, even a Mahayana Realm might not possess it.

Qi Ling for the first time felt engulfed in attention, Nascent Soul cultivation brandishing a Taoist Soldier, evidently the stature of a Saint Daughter from a First-Class Sect.

Originally poor in opposite sex appeal, now frequented by approaches, attracting kindness where she went, all sought connection.

Everything stemmed from Chopping Clouds Sword atop her head.