CHAPTER 353: CHAPTER 228: ATTACKING SAME-SECT MEMBER WEN ZHIXING! [PLEASE SUBSCRIBE]_2

I actually forgot about this, Wen Zhixing finally remembered. Previously, when he was collecting Si Nanyan’s remnant souls, the panel had already indicated that the quality of the Soul Sacrifice Banner was too low. After all, Si Nanyan was a cultivator of the Sixth Realm, and her divine soul had reached the pinnacle of cultivation. Even as mere remnant souls, they wouldn’t be as fragile as Qiu Yinger’s.

On his shoulder, the Ghostly Cunning Spirit’s eyes flashed. The surrounding green light intensified. Seeing this, Wen Zhixing smiled and remained still.

"Wen Zhixing!" The next moment, Si Nanyan’s remnant soul struggled free from the Soul Sacrifice Banner. Her entire being radiated a potent aura of dark, malevolent energy. She had awaited this day for a very long time. Si Nanyan had never imagined that Wen Zhixing would actually leave behind a wisp of her remnant soul. It’s as if the heavens themselves want me to turn the tables!

Wen Zhixing, however, appeared to be caught off guard, standing frozen in place. Si Nanyan’s remnant soul plunged directly into his brow. It seemed that under the recent attack, Wen Zhixing’s divine soul had already fallen into a coma.

"I’ll eat you!" Si Nanyan’s remnant soul finally bared its terrifying fangs, sinking them viciously into Wen Zhixing’s divine soul. A large amount of Divine Soul Force began to be devoured by her. "Hahaha!" Her remnant soul let out a frantic laugh, rapidly consuming Wen Zhixing’s divine soul, bite by bite, until nothing was left. She felt her remnant soul rapidly growing stronger, even beginning to possess vitality. "I won! I won!" Si Nanyan became increasingly manic. In the end, I am the winner! She danced and pranced, never having expected she could actually achieve such a comeback. Consequently, Qiu Yinger and the other remnant souls also began to go mad with excitement. Seeing Wen Zhixing’s divine soul devoured satisfied their deepest obsessions.

However, just as all the remnant souls were immersed in this joy, Wen Zhixing’s figure slowly emerged from the side. A trace of pity flickered in his eyes as he murmured, So, this is the illusion within the Netherworld Enchantment?

As it turned out, everything Si Nanyan had just experienced was false; it was all an illusion. From beginning to end, Si Nanyan had never broken free from the Soul Sacrifice Banner. It was merely their collective delusion.

Wen Zhixing quietly observed Si Nanyan. As expected, he thought, the mind of a remnant soul isn’t quite right. A mere remnant soul fantasizing about devouring me directly... Normal people wouldn’t even dare to entertain such a thought. The disparity in our strength is far too great.

A moment later, Wen Zhixing shook his head and let out a soft, contemptuous hum. I’ll personally shatter this beautiful dream. "Palm Thunder." A golden Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder flared in his palm, quickly condensing into a golden thunderball.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Several Palm Thunders materialized before Si Nanyan.

BOOM! One exploded directly on her.

"Ah!" Si Nanyan shrieked in excruciating pain, her eyes slowly clearing. "You... Wen Zhixing... you—" This single Palm Thunder jolted Si Nanyan completely to her senses. Her previously joyful eyes first filled with shock, then morphed into utter despair.

Fake... It’s actually... fake... Si Nanyan’s remnant soul began to tear at its own hair, on the verge of insanity. How could it be fake? I clearly succeeded! I was supposed to be the victor! Why is it fake?!

The next moment, several more Palm Thunders struck her.

RUMBLE!

"AHHH!" A scream of unbearable agony and despair echoed. This was the Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder; how could she, a mere remnant soul, possibly withstand it?

Wen Zhixing clapped his hands, his expression cold as he watched Si Nanyan being engulfed by the Palm Thunder. Then, he turned to the Ghostly Cunning Spirit. "Choose one to eat." These remnant souls were always intended as food for the Ghostly Cunning Spirit. He wouldn’t interfere in its choice; whether it was Qiu Yinger, Si Nanyan, or any other remnant soul, all were simply nourishment.

WHOOSH! Upon receiving Wen Zhixing’s approval, the Ghostly Cunning Spirit instantly vanished from his shoulder.

At that moment, Qiu Yinger and the other remnant souls finally broke free from the illusion. However, they immediately let out sharp screams, seemingly unable to distinguish reality from falsehood.

"Palm Thunder." Annoyed by the noise, Wen Zhixing casually tossed another bolt of lightning at them. The remnant souls were nearly blasted into oblivion, but at least they quieted down.

The next instant, a giant black maw suddenly expanded before them, emitting a powerful suction force. With a single gulp, it devoured one of the remnant souls. The sound of chewing followed. Witnessing this, the remaining remnant souls’ frenzy subsided somewhat; they appeared to be frightened. The sight of one of their own kind being devoured alive seemed to trigger a deep-seated fear within them.

A moment later, Wen Zhixing sensed a desire transmitted from the Ghostly Cunning Spirit. Eh, you want to eat another one? he thought. Then eat another one; leave the rest for tomorrow. These remnant souls must have been weakened by my thunder. It’s normal for the Ghostly Cunning Spirit to not have had its fill. Having decided, Wen Zhixing paid no mind to which soul the Ghostly Cunning Spirit would choose and opened the panel himself. Let’s just upgrade first to avoid issues later. He had already noticed the hidden dangers of the Soul Sacrifice Banner. Since he still had some Fortune Points, he might as well upgrade the banner now.

[You have spent 100 Fortune Points. The Soul Sacrifice Banner (White) will now undergo consecutive upgrades.]

[Upgrade complete! You have obtained a Spiritual Instrument: Soul Calling Banner!]

[Soul Calling Banner: Blue Quality. This banner possesses a strong yin evil aura, capable of attracting yin evil spirits and imprisoning souls within it. The more souls imprisoned, the greater its power.]

[Remnant souls can absorb and expel yin evil aura on this banner to strengthen themselves.]

[Can imprison up to one hundred souls.]

[Current number of captured remnant souls: 8/100.]

[This banner is inauspicious; the stronger the imprisoned souls, the more likely it is to suffer a backlash.]

[Spend one thousand Fortune Points to upgrade to Purple Quality.]

[Current Fortune Points: 59.]

Wen Zhixing nodded with satisfaction. Not bad, now I can imprison a hundred remnant souls. By that logic, Purple Quality could imprison a thousand, and if upgraded to Blazing Gold Quality, it would become a true souls banner. Looks like I need to find a place to collect more remnant souls. He watched the Ghostly Cunning Spirit still devouring remnant souls, a contemplative look in his eyes. There are only eight remnant souls left, barely enough for four days’ worth of food. If I don’t prepare more in advance, I’ll have to spend Fortune Points. Fortune Points are my lifeline now; it’s best not to use them if I don’t have to.

Wen Zhixing had originally planned to seclude himself for cultivation for a while, but now it seemed he would have to venture out. Just as well, I’m about to make a breakthrough soon. The nurturing of my Inborn Divine Ability also requires some time.

After a while, the Ghostly Cunning Spirit had cleanly devoured two remnant souls. Qiu Yinger was very fortunate not to have been chosen. Si Nanyan’s remnant soul also survived by a stroke of luck, mainly because Wen Zhixing wanted to leave some backup food for the Ghostly Cunning Spirit; otherwise, it would have been obliterated by Palm Thunder long ago.

「Meanwhile.」

Inside a secret chamber of the Purple Cloud Divine Sect, Qin Tian had already begun investigating all information regarding Wen Zhixing. Standing before him was a middle-aged man with a smiling face. Although Qin Yang no longer assisted him, he had other sources of help.

"Mr. Shan, are you saying that this Wen Zhixing was brought from Youzhou by Murong Fenghua?" Qin Tian suddenly asked.

"Precisely," Qin Shan replied, stroking his long beard, his demeanor gentle. He was an Elder of the Qin Family lineage within the Purple Cloud Divine Sect, and to this young master of their line, his words were practically commands.

"Mr. Shan, is there any other news?" Qin Tian frowned slightly. This information isn’t very useful to me. I don’t care about his background.

"Ah, Xiao Tian, you are always too impatient. I haven’t finished speaking," Mr. Shan said with an unhurried smile. "Are you aware that our Purple Cloud Divine Sect recently accepted a new batch of disciples?"

"I am not," Qin Tian shook his head. "Is this related to Wen Zhixing?"

"It is," Qin Shan nodded.

"How so?" Qin Tian’s eyes suddenly lit up.

"Xiang Yanwen brought the first batch of newly recruited disciples from Youzhou. I have already inquired; they come from the same sect as Wen Zhixing," Mr. Shan said with a smile, no longer keeping him in suspense.

"What!" Qin Tian’s eyes widened, a boundless joy illuminating his face.