Chapter 159: Tears of Body Refining, Yin Tomb Thatch Corpse

Once Fubo entered, he was suddenly struck by a piercing pain throughout his entire body.
The golden light filling the sky poured down like an ocean.
The Qi of Profound Gold frantically tore apart Fubo's flesh and skin.
Although this power was somewhat insignificant to a powerhouse of Fubo's caliber who had manifested his True Form, its advantage lay in its sheer abundance, with the golden Qi infiltrating every single pore.
"Ah!!"
The pain, akin to being sliced by a thousand blades, forced a loud cry from Fubo.
"You beast! Where are you? I'm going to kill you!" The four bodies of the Horuo Fish thrashed about wildly within the sword pouch.
The more they thrashed, the greater the damage they sustained, surrounded everywhere by an ocean of golden Qi.
The power of a seventh-tier sword pouch had already reached the ceiling of the Spirit-Nourishing realm.
Had it been the fully matured eighth-tier version, even someone at the Dao Foundation realm could be engaged in battle.
Furthermore, Fubo's cultivation had been largely depleted, and he could not even exert fifty percent of his might.
This time, he was directly suppressed within the sword pouch.
Lu Qian did not waste the blood qi that had been worn away; instead, he condensed it into a small bead.
He swallowed it directly into his stomach in one gulp.
Lu Qian had already returned to his original appearance, his face flushed red, and it took a long time for the flush to gradually recede.
"Good stuff," Lu Qian sighed with satisfaction.
Fubo's absorption of the blood qi of millions was no joke.
Although a portion was lost, the total volume remained massive.
This time, it directly increased his proficiency by over ten points.
He estimated that by the time the water eye opened, he might genuinely have a chance to enter the realm of True Form Manifestation.
By then, he would possess cultivation comparable to the Dao Foundation realm.
Rumble!
The sword pouch suspended in mid-air vibrated incessantly, its opening showing faint signs of loosening.
Lu Qian circulated his true qi to maintain the sword pouch.
A body-refining cultivator who had manifested their True Form was truly formidable.
Even in a weakened state, Lu Qian could only barely suppress him by virtue of his powerful magical artifact.
With that thought in mind, Lu Qian condensed a drop of the Water of Oblivion, attempting to wear down the man's lingering hostility and fierce temper.
At the same time, a wisp of divine intent entered the sword pouch.
Bang, bang, bang!
The body of the Horuo Fish crashed wildly about inside the sword pouch.
This space was not boundless; at its edges, there seemed to be a transparent wall.
Yet, no matter how hard they rammed against it, they could not break through.
As the golden Qi continuously assaulted him, Fubo had to expend most of his power just to cope with it, unable to break out for the time being.
"Haha, an old acquaintance."
In the void, the figure of a Daoist in a black robe condensed into shape.

The man appeared quite young, with a fair face and no beard, wearing a carefree and mocking smile on his face.
"It's you, you little beast!" Fubo's eyes turned crimson as he roared and charged forward.
The golden Qi filling the sky failed to stop him; he rushed straight in front of Lu Qian, opening a bloody maw as if he intended to swallow him alive.
Pop!
Lu Qian's figure dissolved like a bubble, reforming in another spot.
Ever since Lu Qian appeared, the golden Qi's assault became even more violent.
The golden light across the sky transformed into sabers, spears, swords, and halberds, striking from all directions.
The intense pain brought Fubo back to his senses once more.
This time, instead of being frantic, he sneered, "Very well, you can't have much golden Qi left. I'll just wear you down and see how long you can hold out."
"Pardon me, for a very long time."
Lu Qian produced the Golden Melon Hammer; the Geng-gold contained within this hammer was sufficient for the sword pouch to absorb for several years.
The moment he laid eyes on the golden hammer, despair gripped Fubo's heart.
Lu Qian's next sentence instantly became the final straw that crushed Fubo's will.
"By the way, that horse demon from earlier was also me." A hint of teasing amusement played across Lu Qian's face.
At that, Lu Qian transformed into the appearance of the horse-headed monster: "Pardon me, I am actually an undercover agent as well."
This single sentence completely shattered Fubo's psychological defenses.
Fubo's face flushed as red as a boiled lobster, the veins on his forehead bulged violently, and his teeth ground together with a grating crunch.
"Why is it always me..."
A flood of memories surged into his mind.
The Styx Secret Map stolen, the merchant ships intercepted, the warehouses looted... Lu Qian had been involved in every single one of these events.
Crucially, he had even paid Lu Qian a salary for several years.
The fellow had reaped every possible benefit.
And now, having finally arrived at a new place, this wretched guy was still here.
"Why... why is it always me!!!" Fubo roared up at the sky, a trace of tears actually welling in his eyes.
A powerhouse equivalent to the Dao Foundation realm was actually crying.
If tears weren't useless, Lu Qian would have wanted to collect them.
Even draining the waters of the four seas could not condense a tear of wickedness quite like this.
Fubo's mental defense collapsed entirely.
A drop of the True Water of Oblivion sank into Fubo's head, and the man grew completely quiet.
Having finished all this, Lu Qian flew out of the sword pouch.
"As expected of a True Form expert, I can only suppress him first and slowly refine him later," Lu Qian thought to himself.
He then stowed the items hidden underground into the sword pouch.
Having manipulated the paper dolls to set up the cavern earlier out of fear that Fubo might destroy his belongings, he had directed them to bring the miscellaneous items out in advance.
Now, finally, everything was secure.
With loose ends tied up, Lu Qian immediately flew in the direction of the Yin Mountain Torrent.
To quicken his pace, he even transformed into a Yin Spirit Flood Dragon to speed away, unafraid of discovery.

Given time, the Five-Viscera Daoist and the others would undoubtedly realize what had happened.
And events unfolded precisely as Lu Qian anticipated.
After the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, the Five-Viscera Daoist and the Two-Headed Monster flew over.
The Five-Viscera Daoist was dragging General Horse by the hand.
"Where are they?" The Five-Viscera Daoist's face was as dark as water.
Not only had Lu Qian's blood curse vanished, but the aura left behind by Fubo had also completely disappeared with it.
General Horse remained tight-lipped and silent.
"Useless trash."
The Five-Viscera Daoist spat out his Heart Lamp, and a wisp of flame plunged into General Horse's forehead.
General Horse's memories surged forth frantically, and the Five-Viscera Daoist caught sight of a youth in black.
Boom!
Before the remaining memories could be read, the corpse of General Horse exploded into pieces.
"Was that pale-faced boy in cahoots with Fubo?" the Five-Viscera Daoist muttered, deep in thought.
That brat's cultivation must be formidable indeed, to have actually deceived his Heart Lamp and furthermore erased the blood curse.
The Five-Viscera Daoist and the Two-Headed Daoist searched the area for a full circle, yet found no trace of Lu Qian whatsoever.
"Don't let me catch you," the Five-Viscera Daoist vowed viciously.
Having flown a thousand miles, Lu Qian finally reached the vicinity of the Yin Mountain Torrent and descended below.
The so-called mountain torrent was, in truth, a massive drainage ditch.
The river emanated an eerie greenish glow, and a thick, pitch-black fog lingered persistently, refusing to disperse.
The current flowed sluggishly, with dark green plankton floating upon its surface.
The leaves of the plankton bore the shapes of ferocious ghost faces, occasionally spitting out a few puffs of ghostly fire.
Standing on the bank, Lu Qian caught a whiff of an unpleasant, fishy stench at the tip of his nose.
Splash!
The river water grew turbulent.
Through the greenish plankton, a corpse could be faintly seen drifting beneath the surface.
The corpse was that of a female, with delicate features and looking as lifelike as though she were merely asleep rather than submerged in water.
Thus the corpse drifted downstream, bearing a snake-shaped imprint stamped upon her forehead.
The moment he laid eyes on the imprint, a piece of information flashed into his mind:
*'A restriction has been placed; touch it and it shall be destroyed. Whoever destroys it shall be marked and hunted across a thousand miles—Left by an inner disciple of the Myot-Ages Yin Tomb Corpse Dao of the Southern Regions.'*
Lu Qian glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze.
It appeared this was someone's property, presumably placed here to cultivate a corpse.
There were dozens of other corpses beneath the water as well.
It seemed the Myot-Ages Yin Tomb sect of the southern lands was not as upright as one might imagine.
This corpse was of no use to him; lacking the specific techniques, its power would still fall short of his Blood-Seal Dao Soldiers, so there was no need to invite unnecessary trouble.