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Chapter 159 - 19 The Dan Ghost Sect of Possession Body Cultivation

Chapter 159: Chapter 19 The Dan Ghost Sect of Possession Body Cultivation

By the time the Quiong Battle reached its finale, only a few shops remained.

The fighting basin was filthy with clotted blood crust, attracting swarms of flies buzzing chaotically, while severed limbs and chunks of flesh were scattered everywhere.

It was rare for the artifact refining shops run by the Qiong people to completely lose all their participants. Most chose to withdraw after showcasing their core meat-limb magical artifacts, regardless of the outcome.

The artifact refining shops still standing undoubtedly had their strengths.

They were the biggest winners of this auction event. For at least the next five years, Taoist sects would flock to purchase their meat-limb magical artifacts.

The shop with the most Qiong participants belonged to the Eight District Dao Unity from the Burning Sand Land.

Their flagship meat-limb magical artifact was named "Big Break." It could transform blood into molten magma and had a bizarre mouth within its palm capable of consuming magma to speed up the self-healing of injuries.

Combined with elixirs to restore spiritual power, the Burning Sand Land seemed poised to dominate the competition single-handedly.

Currently, they controlled the fighting basin, forcing other artifact refining shops to avoid confrontations and prolong their survival in the Quiong Battle for as long as possible.

However, when it came to attention, none of the factions could rival the Four Seas Refining Shop.

The lone Qingqiu Taoist had astonishingly persisted until the finale of the Quiong Battle, demonstrating almost superhuman resilience and showcasing the Beast Head Meat Limbs to their full potential, earning a terrifying record.

Thirteen matches fought, with losses in only four—every other victory resulting in the complete annihilation of their opponents.

Many times, even when Qingqiu Taoist’s spiritual power had been entirely depleted, they forcibly activated the Beast Head Meat Limbs and brutally beat their enemies to death.

The ruthless killings only fueled the crowd’s exhilaration, propelling the Four Seas Refining Shop to the zenith of fame at the port.

But the cost was far from negligible.

A large part of Qingqiu Taoist’s body had already undergone Deceit Beastification, their skin sprouting fox-like fur, their eyes becoming crimson beast pupils.

A slightly hunched spine trembled faintly as they panted heavily from their chest.

Qingqiu Taoist leaned against the entrance to the Four Seas Refining Shop, outwardly appearing spent, though not long ago they had torn apart a Qiong person with their bare hands.

For cultivators keen on acquiring Beast Head Meat Limbs, the artifact’s side effects were negligible—after all, in true life-threatening danger, who would care if their body might mutate and lose control?

"Four Seas, Four Seas, Four Seas..."

The chants roared ceaselessly. Normally, the metal toxins corroding the brain made loose cultivators somewhat unhinged mentally.

Despite the unclear primary materials of the Beast Head Meat Limbs and their reliance on beast-related spiritual materials, opportunists still swept the market clean.

Fearing they’d miss out on obtaining Beast Head Meat Limbs, cultivators from various sects unhesitatingly burned through spirit talismans. Countless paper-bird talismans floated slowly toward the scene of the Quiong Battle.

Some hoped to forge connections with Li Mo this way.

After all, the Four Seas Refining Shop’s connection to the Chaotic Burial Furnace was hardly known for its artifact craftsmanship. Yet, to quietly rise and dominate the Quiong Battle with the Beast Head Meat Limbs—who exactly was the master artifact cultivator presiding here?

Some well-informed artifact cultivators had already heard rumors from fellow disciples in courtyards: the Four Seas Refining Shop was likely run by Daoist Qingtian.

The logic was plausible—not many other than a Five Dao Body cultivator could hope to disrupt the top-grade inheritance of a major sect. Moreover, when Li Mo stepped out of the Four Seas Refining Shop, just the aura he emanated didn’t feel mortal.

Unconsciously, Li Mo was already being viewed as the foremost cultivator in the Weak Crown Stage.

The streets of the port were teeming with movement, loose cultivators crowding the rooftops of buildings, while relatively few ventured into the alleys.

But there were exceptions.

"Don’t come out! You said there were still two years left; don’t come out, ahhhhh..."

A man weighing four to five hundred pounds hid in a dark corner, his eyes bulging and his skin bearing a peculiar amber hue.

One could discern the uncanny smoothness of his skin, with grease-like sweat trickling down his forehead.

At the man’s feet were a dozen or so "steel rats," unique to the port, frantically gnawing at the fresh flesh of his ankles.

A faint medicinal fragrance wafted through the air.

A loose cultivator, lured by the fragrance, subconsciously approached the alley to investigate its source.

Upon seeing the man, he wasn’t repelled by the grotesque appearance—instead, his throat involuntarily swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The man opened his mouth, revealing teeth entirely replaced with medicinal ingredients like ginger and ginseng.

Bang!

A muffled sound echoed; the four-to-five-hundred-pound body burst into minced meat, oil and blood splattering across the walls, filling the air with a nauseating stench.

Overcome with terror, the loose cultivator fled the alley, his fear overpowering his greed.

He didn’t realize that the minced meat began writhing like a living thing, and in the blink of an eye, countless carrion flies emerged.

Bzzzzzz...

The swarm of flies overtook the loose cultivator, burrowing into his nose and mouth.

His eyes rolled back as spasms overtook his limbs, and his body began to swell, his skin transforming into a gluey texture.

He staggered out of the alley, only to collapse a short while later, reduced to a gruesome puddle of slurry.

The fly swarm, now having consumed several victims, grew to an alarming size, quickly drawing the attention of nearby cultivators.

Panic erupted across the port.

Just as casualties seemed inevitable, a fist-sized meat tumor was hurled from the dense fog above the port, landing in the fighting basin.

The fly swarm shifted direction, eagerly flocking to the fighting basin.

The Qiong overseers abandoned all semblance of the Quiong Battle’s rules, fleeing desperately into their shops, leaving an eerie silence in their wake.

In mere moments, the swarm enveloped the meat tumor, and a grotesque chewing sound echoed.

Before the Qiong people could react, an unspeakable abomination emerged from the swarm.

Five meters tall, it resembled a massive blood-flesh elixir pill, its surface crisscrossed with cracks resembling parched riverbeds. Barely discernible facial features stretched across its grotesque mass, exuding a deeply unsettling medicinal fragrance.

A dozen arms sprouted, shakily lifting the monstrosity into an upright posture.

Its head was round like a stone, and its maw appeared to contain a radiant red elixir.

This was clearly a disciple of the Dan Ghost Sect who had succumbed to deviation—the stories were true: the deeper their affliction with the Death Disease, the stronger their medicinal aroma.

It opened its massive mouth, releasing a pungent, overpowering fragrance that summoned an unending tide of insects within the port.

Simultaneously, Childhood Cultivators present grew dazed.

Despite their bodies ravaged by the Death Disease, they felt an insatiable hunger as if only the nauseatingly massive meatball in the distance could sate them.

Weak Crown Stage practitioners, though maintaining rationality, couldn’t hide a subtle spark of desire in their expressions.

Several artifact cultivators recognized the meatball’s ties to the Dan Ghost Sect but refrained from acting rashly, noting that it was clearly bait from a formidable power.

The port lay between the fighting basin and rows of artifact refining shops now fully exposed.

One by one, Qiong people began shambling toward the meatball, including Qingqiu Taoist.

The overwhelming fragrance was far beyond their ability to resist, affecting even their souls, as their bodies uncontrollably moved away from their shops.

"Outer Disciple of the Sub-Device Sect, known as Qingtian."

A figure emerged from the swirling fog, their overwhelming presence seemingly tearing through the air. Their voice echoed across the port, rippling through the tens of thousands gathered.

"Daoist Qingtian?"

"So it truly is the presiding artifact cultivator of the Four Seas Refining Shop. His talent is beyond comprehension."

"It’s almost certain that Daoist Qingtian will become the chief Outer Disciple of the Sub-Device Sect."

"He leaves no openings at all—truly an intimidating disparity in talent."

...

Li Mo wore a face of resignation.

As per Old Earth True Monarch’s instructions, he had to announce himself before the crowd of cultivators, and then quickly neutralize the Dan Ghost Sect disciple.

Glancing briefly at the mist-covered figure of Old Earth True Monarch, Li Mo couldn’t help but think the promise of some separation technique was likely a bluff, meant to intimidate the Dan Ghost Sect.

Could the Dan Ghost Sect have been plotting something recently?

Li Mo stood steadily one hundred meters away, activating his Primordial Dao Body. His frame swelled to just over three meters, a surge of aura stirring the sands around him.

Clang.

His right arm detached from his body.

The severed hand rapidly regrew flesh, taking the form of a nearly ten-meter-long ghostly tiger, its entire body clad in inky black scales of metallic luster.

Li Mo’s refinements to Hui Qingyi had brought the utilization of Tattooed Beasts to a new level.

Through the Kengjin Punishment of limb amputation, he could sustain the existence of the Tattooed Beast for extended durations while consuming less spiritual power and flesh.

Most importantly, artifact cultivators were wholly unaware that Hui Qingyi’s essence lay in beast taming.

"Roar!!!"

The Ghost Tiger lunged toward the Dan Ghost Sect disciple, who, sensing the danger, restrained its breath and sprouted staggeringly thick limbs.

The Qiong crowd halted mid-step, while Qingqiu Taoist froze in place, recognizing the familiar Ghost Tiger. Only after several seconds of stunned silence did they flee back toward their shop.

Bang.

A shockwave erupted.

The Dan Ghost Sect disciple and the Ghost Tiger clashed fiercely, nearly collapsing the fighting basin.

Li Mo rubbed his chin, examining the ever-swelling Dan Ghost Sect disciple, its exterior free from visible signs of the Death Disease’s corrosion.

Yet its body and soul were utterly out of control.

The Dan Ghost Sect had two primary Taoist inheritances—one being the "Inner Core Lineage," and the other the "Outer Elixir Lineage."

The Outer Elixir used the body to craft cores, whereas the Inner Core used the soul. Even Old Earth True Monarch hadn’t provided detailed insights into the Dan Ghost Sect’s practices.

The Ghost Tiger, relentless, clung to the Dan Ghost Sect disciple.

The crowd of artifact cultivators were visibly astonished.

Li Mo’s magic wasn’t derived from the inheritance of the Chaotic Burial Furnace but was instead a fusion of the Taiwei Bird Manipulation Skill and Beast Head Meat Limbs.

Could it be that Daoist Qingtian, only in the Weak Crown Middle Stage, was already forging his own path toward creating unique magic techniques?

With a lash of its tail, the Ghost Tiger tore open the outer skin of the Dan Ghost Sect disciple, revealing interior flesh reminiscent of Qiong Zhi, with overwhelming medicinal fragrance pouring out.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The coughing of Old Earth True Monarch echoed disdainfully, as if criticizing Li Mo for holding back.

Li Mo responded with an awkward smile and a nod.

The Ghost Tiger, sensing the shift in Li Mo’s intent, grew ferocious in demeanor. It transformed into a cloud of black mist, engulfing its prey entirely.

"Urrghhh..."

The Dan Ghost Sect disciple let out a blood-curdling wail as the Ghost Tiger infiltrated its orifices, wreaking havoc on its internal organs without mercy.

Onlookers couldn’t help but steal glances at Li Mo, whose serene smile chills them to the bone.

The Dan Ghost Sect disciple’s bones snapped, its skin tearing into long wounds. Soon, its body collapsed heavily onto the ground, devoid of life.

Beneath its jade-like external flesh lay countless squirming fly larvae.

Li Mo appeared thoughtful. The Outer Elixir Lineage seemed akin to possession cultivation—trapping the Dan Ghost Sect disciple within a meat tumor forcibly. Otherwise, they might have employed a Golden Cicada Shell technique to escape.

"Dan Ghost, Dan Ghost..."

"In the ancient Immortal Realm, weren’t you once a righteous Taoist sect specializing in alchemy?"

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