Chapter 100 Sect Turmoil (Part Two)

"Revered Master~!" A sweet, bone-melting voice rang out. Amidst swirling pink mists, the stunning figure of Mei Ying stood gracefully beside Xiao Ming.

She bowed slightly to Xiao Ming, her eyes shimmering with seductive charm, as if this were not a battlefield of life and death, but a stage for her to display her allure.

She even cast a slightly resentful glance at Xiao Ming, her voice sweet enough to drip honey: "Revered Master, this servant doesn't have any clothes on yet!"

As she spoke, the thin mist formed solely from energy rippled slightly with her movements, revealing glimpses of her charms, which felt completely out of place in the grim, murderous atmosphere surrounding them.

Xiao Ming's eye twitched. With a formidable enemy before him, he had no heart to admire this vivid scene.

He stared intently at the cold-auraed, gaunt old man opposite him, and without turning his head, said sternly: "Less nonsense! This old ghost is at the Soul Transformation Stage; use whatever means you have!"

He truly had no confidence in his heart. Mei Ying's abilities were primarily focused on confusing the mind and inciting desire. She herself had admitted that her combat power was lacking. Now, facing a Soul Transformation Stage Cultivator head-on, could her set of seduction techniques and illusions really be effective?

Upon first seeing this abruptly appearing female ghost with her eerie aura and stunning seductiveness, the gaunt old man was also taken aback, but immediately, his triangular eyes revealed deep vigilance and a hint of disdain.

His perception swept over her, and he discovered that although the female ghost's aura was eerie, the strength of her Soul body did not seem as threatening as the Soul Transformation aura her appearance exuded; she seemed more like a ghost entity specialized in heterodox paths.

"Hmph, kid, at death's door and you still bring out a vixen? Do you want this old man to cherish the fair and pity the frail?"

Elder Yin Gu sneered, but his attack did not slow in the slightest. His gaunt palm flipped, and even denser Death Qi condensed, transforming into a hideous ghost claw that tore through the air, grabbing straight at Xiao Ming and Mei Ying!

Before the ghost claw arrived, that Soul-eroding, bone-chilling cold had already enveloped the surroundings.

Facing this fierce strike, Xiao Ming was about to grit his teeth and resist head-on, when he heard a light, coquettish laugh from Mei Ying beside him.

"Oh my, this old thing, why is your temper so big?" Instead of retreating, Mei Ying advanced, her slender waist twisting as she floated forward to meet the ghost claw like a willow swaying in the wind.

She raised her jade finger slightly, her fingertips wreathed in dreamlike pink light dust, and blew a breath gently toward the gaunt old man behind the ghost claw.

This breath was silent and soundless, yet it seemed to carry the world's most decadent dreams and most bone-eroding desires. A sweet, dizzying, and exotic fragrance immediately permeated the air.

Countless ambiguous pink light shadows appeared out of thin air, transforming into gracefully dancing naked women, mountains of treasure, illusions of overwhelming power... all sorts of scenes pointing directly to the deepest desires of the human heart surged like a tide into the gaunt old man's mind!

This was precisely Mei Ying's most specialized attack method—not attacking the Physical Body, but specifically eroding the Soul and inciting the Heart Demon!

The gaunt old man was caught off guard. He had placed almost all his attention on Xiao Ming; how could he have expected that this seemingly "combat-useless" seductive woman would attack in such an eerie, tricky way, striking directly at the heart and confusing the Soul?

The momentum of that ghost claw visibly stuttered for an instant! An unnatural flush flashed across his wrinkled old Face, and his eyes showed a brief moment of confusion and struggle.

It was evident that those illusions had a significant impact on a Cultivator like him who cultivated evil techniques and whose mind was already complex!

Although his Soul Transformation Stage Primordial Spirit quickly stabilized, dispelling most of the illusions, this momentary loss of focus was a fatal flaw in a battle between experts!

Xiao Ming seized the opportunity. Although he was somewhat shocked by the effectiveness of Mei Ying's "soft knife cutting flesh," his actions did not hesitate in the slightest.

The Devilish Qi in his body, which had just recovered by more than half, surged wildly at this opportunity. The power of devouring condensed at his fist-tip, and his figure approached like a ghost, punching straight at the opening exposed by Elder Yin Gu due to his mental fluctuation!

But Elder Yin Gu was, after all, a Soul Transformation Stage Cultivator. At the critical moment, he let out a sharp roar, forcibly suppressing his churning emotions and the slight distractions incited within his body, and hurriedly turned his palm to block.

"Bang!" Amidst the loud noise, Elder Yin Gu groaned. He was shaken by the power of Xiao Ming's devouring force and prepared punch, causing his Qi and blood to churn, and he retreated several steps. Although his injuries were not serious, he had lost significant Face. What angered him even more was that he had nearly suffered a great loss at the hands of a seemingly harmless ghost entity!

"Good, good, good! You have successfully caught my attention!" Elder Yin Gu steadied his figure, his Face so gloomy it was about to drip water, his gaze toward Mei Ying filled with killing intent. "I indeed underestimated you! However, thinking you can turn the tables with just this bit of mind-confusing technique? Wishful thinking!"

The gray Qi around his body grew even stronger; he was clearly intending to use a stronger killing move, but at the same time, he guarded his spiritual platform carefully, wary of another sneak attack from Mei Ying.

Mei Ying floated back to Xiao Ming's side, patted her featureless chest, looking soft and fearful, and blinked at Xiao Ming, transmitting her voice: "Revered Master, does this little trick of mine meet your approval?"

Her voice was still sweet and seductive, but deep within her violet eyes, a flash of cunning and cold frost flickered.

Xiao Ming took a deep breath. It seemed this "combat-useless" entity still had some use. But immediately, the corners of his mouth curled into a sharp arc, and his mind stirred slightly.

The Death Qi around the gaunt old man surged violently once more, transforming into countless twisted, wailing phantom images of resentful Souls. The temperature of the entire space plummeted, and even the light seemed to be distorted by it slightly.

He was clearly playing for real, intending to use thunderous means to completely exterminate the human and ghost before him!

Facing this monstrous power attacking again, Xiao Ming did not retreat but instead took a step forward into the void. Demon Heart Stir was activated to its full extent.

Hum—! An invisible and intangible eerie fluctuation spread silently, centered on Xiao Ming! This fluctuation did not directly attack the Physical Body, but interfered with the depths of the gaunt old man's Soul, making him unable to resist Mei Ying's desire attack.

Almost at the same time Xiao Ming acted, Mei Ying understood tacitly. She let out a coquettish laugh, her figure dancing gracefully as if weightless, her jade fingers flicking lightly, and specks of pink light dust attacked the gaunt old man once again.

Her seven emotions and six desires were stimulated to the extreme, as if transforming into countless tiny Heart Demon inducements, crazily drilling into the spiritual platform and mind of Elder Yin Gu!

"Argh—!" The gaunt old man's forward-charging figure suddenly stalled, and a chaotic expression of both pain and pleasure instantly appeared on his Face!

Before his eyes, it was as if he saw the cruel scene of him killing his enemy when he was young, and saw the Sect treasure he had coveted for a long time but could not obtain. Even more terrifying, he seemed to see the miserable scene of his Lifespan drying up and him turning into a pile of white bones!

All kinds of negative emotions and Heart Demons that he had forcibly suppressed were, at this moment, magnified and detonated ten, a hundred times over!

"No! These are all illusions! Break for this old man!" The gaunt old man let out a beast-like roar, his powerful Soul Transformation Stage Primordial Spirit struggling crazily, attempting to dispel this eerie mental attack.

Death Qi surged violently on his body surface, annihilating many Heart Demon desires.

But the superimposed effect of "Demon Heart Stir" and "Seven Emotions and Six Desires Inducement" was like a maggot on the bone; even with him trying his best to divide his Soul to resist, a momentary loss of focus occurred, and his movements inevitably suffered a trace of fatal stiffness!

And this was precisely the fatal opportunity Xiao Ming had been waiting for!

"Old dog, die!" Sharp light exploded in Xiao Ming's eyes. His right palm, which had been gathering strength for a long time, raised slightly again and pushed out slowly.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no dazzling brilliance, only a sense of extreme "Deathly Silence" and "Void," as if even light, sound, and even space itself were about to return to annihilation under this palm!

Great Nirvana Soul Palm! Strike again!

With one palm strike, the wind and clouds changed color! A palm print purely condensed from deep darkness seemed to reach out from the Nine Nether Hell, silently imprinting itself onto the chest opening exposed by Elder Yin Gu due to his loss of focus!

Wherever the palm print passed, even the air seemed to be "annihilated" into nothingness, leaving a faint black trail.

"No—!" The shadow of death instantly enveloped his heart, and the gaunt old man let out a desperate and unwilling roar!

He had already felt the terrifying power within this palm that was sufficient to completely annihilate a person's Primordial Spirit and even their Soul!

He desperately wanted to urge his Death Qi to resist, wanted to use life-saving means, but his mind was confused, his movements were sluggish, and he was already half a beat too slow!

"Puchi!" The Nirvana palm print imprinted itself onto the gaunt old man's chest without any flair.

There was no bone shattering, no flesh flying. But the gaunt old man's roar stopped abruptly. In his wide-eyed gaze, the look of terror solidified, and then, like a flickering candle in the wind, it quickly dimmed and was extinguished!

The surging Death Qi around his body dissipated suddenly like a punctured balloon.

The gaunt old man's body did not fall, but like a sand sculpture, starting from the chest struck by the palm print, it quickly became gray and withered, eventually turning into sky-filling fly ash, falling down with a rustling sound!

A Soul Transformation Early Stage expert, a high-level Elder of the Heavenly Demon Sect, was thus destroyed in body and Soul, leaving no corpse behind!

Xiao Ming slowly withdrew his palm, his Face slightly pale; using powerful Cultivation Techniques in succession was extremely draining for him.

But his eyes were incredibly bright. With a Nascent Soul cultivation, to kill a Soul Transformation expert in reverse; if this battle were spread, it would be enough to shake the entire Heavenly Demon Sect, and even the entire cultivation world!

Mei Ying floated lightly back to Xiao Ming's side, circled around him, looked at the pile of ash not far in front, patted her high, alluring chest, and said coquettishly with lingering fear: "Revered Master, that palm of yours is truly powerful! This old ghost died without even a trace left."

She spoke lightly, but her seductive eyes were filled with surprise, shimmering with brilliance.

Xiao Ming took a deep breath, suppressing his churning Qi and blood, and looked at Mei Ying, his gaze carrying a trace of surprise and appreciation: "Being able to kill him this time, your contribution cannot be ignored! You..."

Before he could finish speaking, his voice stopped abruptly.

During the fierce battle just now, his mind was tense, with no time to care about anything else. Now that the strong enemy was destroyed, his mind relaxed slightly, and Mei Ying's peerless beauty, which was close at hand, along with the bone-eroding seductiveness she emitted invisibly, surged like a tide, impacting his nerves that were still excited from the battle.

Especially since she only had light mist covering her body at this moment, her graceful parts appearing and disappearing, rising and falling slightly with her light breathing and the breeze, forming a picture sufficient to make any man's blood boil.

Xiao Ming only felt the Qi and blood he had just suppressed surging uncontrollably again, a wave of heat rushing straight to his head, his cheeks actually feeling a bit hot.

He subconsciously shifted his gaze, his Adam's apple rolling unnaturally, swallowing the subsequent words of praise, and instead said quickly in a slightly hoarse voice: "You... you go back first!"

Mei Ying was, after all, a Soul Transformation expert; how sharp was her perception? She immediately sensed her Revered Master's abnormality.

She not only did not retreat, but instead let out a soft "Eh?", her Soul-snatching seductive eyes circling Xiao Ming's slightly red, handsome Face and his slightly stiff body, finally sweeping inadvertently over a certain area hidden by his robes, where some changes could still be discerned.

"Giggle..." She immediately let out a knowing and pleasant coquettish laugh, her figure trembling, the mist around her rippling with it, creating breathtaking curves.

She leaned in closer, breathing like an orchid, her voice sounding in Xiao Ming's ear with a cunning meaning: "Revered Master~ is this... crossing the river and burning the bridge? When you needed this servant just now, you weren't this cold..."

After saying this, she did not wait for Xiao Ming's response, leaving behind a string of meaningful silver bell sounds, and her figure turned into a pink stream of light, re-entering the soul-containing jade on his chest.

Long after Mei Ying left, that sweet, exotic fragrance in the air seemed to linger, mixed with the smell of blood and ash, forming an eerie and sultry atmosphere.

Xiao Ming stood alone on the spot, exhaled deeply, and only then forcibly suppressed the churning Qi and blood and the stirred-up emotions.

His gaze calmed down, and he looked again at the pile of ash on the ground symbolizing the complete annihilation of a Soul Transformation Cultivator, the coldness in his eyes gradually congealing, and he thought coldly in his heart: "Those old things from the anti-Sect Master faction, have they finally failed to restrain themselves?"

Making a move on his Revered Master, the Vice Sect Master, and on him, the Saint, it was foreseeable that those old things in the Sect were becoming increasingly restless.

However, a crisis is also a turning point. Since someone has jumped out impatiently, he could just use this to play along with their scheme, dragging out these demons and monsters hidden in the dark one by one, and uprooting them!

With his mind made up, Xiao Ming did not stay any longer. His figure turned into a dark shadow, silently skimming into the clouds, and sped away towards Holy Son Peak.