Immortal of the Nine Realms

Chapter 772: Several Familiar Faces

A flicker of surprise flashed in the young monk's eyes. His Holy Bone Buddhist Beads were mid-grade, profound-rank, bearing two Dao Imprints. With these beads, even if he encountered someone at the Soul Splitting Realm, he was confident he could handle a move or two. Yet now, his Holy Light Flames couldn't eliminate the two spirit-bound evil entities?

In the next moment, he activated the beads again. The round beads shot toward the black and white paper figures like a torrential storm, transforming into arrows of dazzling golden light as they flew.

The paper figures exchanged a smile, and then stepped forward. Their figures suddenly vanished from sight and reappeared behind the arrows.

However, the arrows didn't seem to have been released with the intention of targeting them. Seemingly endowed with consciousness, they immediately turned and flew toward Fang Chen.

They had been aimed at Fang Chen from the start, not the paper figures!

The green-headed sea turtle suddenly let out an angry roar. Countless streams of water energy surged, forming solid water shields between itself and Fang Chen.

Puff, puff, puff.

The arrows pierced more than ten water shields like papier mache, not slowing down in the slightest.

The sea turtle finally understood the difference between itself and the young monk. Despite their cultivation levels being just one minor realm apart, their combat power was worlds apart. If the young monk truly wished to kill it, perhaps one strike would suffice!

If they both end up injured, I can slip away... The sea turtle thought to itself, suddenly diving down.

Fang Chen stood above the sea, his feet not touching the water.

As the arrows were about to land on him, they suddenly lost their gleam and swiftly transformed back into a string of Buddhist beads, gently landing in his palm.

Not far away, the young monk's flesh was mangled. His skin had been completely peeled off, now draped over the black paper figure.

The young monk was filled with unwillingness and terror, constantly shouting in rage. As the black paper figure took complete possession of his skin, everything fell eerily silent.

Meanwhile, the white paper figure had already dove into the sea. After a short while, it resurfaced with the sea turtle.

The sea turtle wore a sheepish look. "My lord, this little demon was just scared, I didn't mean to run away."

The sea turtle was shocked. The Heiye Temple monk was defeated this fast?

The green-headed sea turtle remarked, "When I was young, I heard some old seniors mention that even if you combined the territories of the Central Continent Empire, Celestial Heaven, and Northern Dipper, it would still be nothing more than a drop in the ocean compared to the Immortal Demonic Sea. My lord must have offended some righteous cultivators, but it's no matter. Once you're in the Immortal Demonic Sea, they'll never find you,"

"The combined territories of the three major territories are merely a drop in the Immortal Demonic Sea?" Fang Chen muttered thoughtfully.

Even though the statement might be exaggerated, there was no smoke without fire.

As they continued their conversation, Fang Chen casually sorted through the storage ring of the young monk, eventually organizing a hundred porcelain bottles containing essence blood.

Whether human or demonic cultivator, once they're dead, their essence blood would be refined to be at most as large as a drop of water.

These 100 porcelain bottles of essence blood represented the lives of countless human and demonic cultivators.

As for the demonic cores, there were 200 in total, seemingly carefully planned and prepared for sale. These were the cores of 200 demonic cultivators in the Golden Core stage.

Fang Chen took out a lantern from the storage ring and held it up to his eyes. "This is...."

Inside, several shadowy figures were flying around, constantly colliding with the walls of the lantern as they attempted to break free. Some of the shadows inside were human-shaped, while others were of demonic forms.

"My lord, these are all Nascent Soul and Enlightenment Realm beings. These are very valuable. Each one could be sold for at least 30 mid-grade spirit stones. If you're willing to exchange them for low-grade spirit stones, that could easily start at several hundred thousand," the green-headed sea turtle said, looking at it with greed in his eyes. "If you don't mind, could you sell me a few? The demonic cultivators' Nascent Souls in there would be perfect for increasing my strength."

"Oh? You can consume Nascent Souls to increase your power?" Fang Chen said with a faint smile.

The sea turtle chuckled. "For our kind, whether its essence blood or Nascent Souls, both can enhance our strength. It does come with some karmic consequences, but with our long lifespans, we have plenty of time to digest that karma and are not afraid of future calamities."

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Fang Chen's expression suddenly darkened. "Focus on your journey. These Nascent Souls are not for sale."

The green-headed sea turtle paused, quickly shutting up and lowering its head to continue its journey, though it grumbled inwardly. This evil cultivator must want to keep them for himself. What a stingy guy. I'm working so hard, and this is how I'm treated.

"Little White, what would happen if we released these Nascent Souls?" Fang Chen asked, turning toward the white paper figure.

The white paper figure blinked in surprise. "Are you planning to use the Spiritual Attachment Technique to refine them?"

Fang Chen shook his head, his gaze lingering on the lantern. "There are some familiar faces within...."