274: My name is Mo Shi, Mo like Chu Mo!

Half a month ago.

Youming Mountain.

Night shrouded, a pitch-black expanse. A deranged figure, in an extremely bizarre posture, was sprawled on the cliff face, his neck grotesquely twisted 180 degrees, gazing at a pool of Youming Spring below.

Such Youming Springs are common in Youming Mountain.

Youming Springs emit Youming Qi, which is an essential resource for Youming Mountain Disciples to Cultivate Youming Mountain Cultivation Techniques.

However, around this Youming Spring, there were scattered limbs and severed arms of Youming Mountain Disciples, their blood dyeing the Youming Spring a crimson red.

“Giggle, giggle!”

The figure, clinging to the cliff like a gecko, dropped to the ground, his neck twisting another 180 degrees, his head realigning with his body.

But his grayish-white neck had become a twisted mess.

Evidently, it was misaligned.

But it didn't matter; he wasn't dead.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!”

The Youming Spring gurgled, and the figure slowly sank, his head drooping.

“Who? Who is it? Who am I?! Nether Old Ancestor, Nangong Jingwo, or... Chu Mo? No, no, no, I am Ink Corpse! The one and only Ink Corpse!”

A chilling smile bloomed on the figure's face as his body gradually sank, soon only his head remaining.

“Gulp, gulp.....”

The sound gradually ceased.

The place became dead silent once more.

After some more time, the place welcomed new guests again.

The newcomer had a slender, well-proportioned figure.

“The Immortal Artifact is right here, but here... the blood hasn't cooled, they just died...”

Moonlight cascaded down.

It was a woman with a cold, clear appearance.

Yet, a man's voice emanated from her mouth.

That's right, this person was Nangong Yan, but her consciousness was currently dominated by Nangong Wu.

His gaze fell upon the crimson Youming Spring.

A biting chill, centered on Nangong Wu, spread outwards.

Soon, the surface of the Youming Spring froze over.

This was not the end.

Nangong Wu gathered cold Qi in his palm, his Internal Skill circulating to its utmost.

“Open, for me!”

“Boom!”

The Youming Spring exploded, sending shattered ice flying everywhere.

A figure with dry, withered hair, a grayish-white body, and blood-red cracks covering his face shot into the sky.

“Great Cold Stele!”

As the stone stele appeared, it caused the surrounding winds and clouds to change color, and cold Qi surged out like a tide, instantly covering the entire Youming Mountain in wind and snow.

The Disciples of Youming Mountain had no time to react before they were frozen into ice sculptures by an incoming cold wave.

The Lord of Youming Mountain, Ming Ye, who resisted the cold wave, and the Elders were also filled with shock and anger.

“Immortal Artifact! A Great Power is here with an Immortal Artifact to slaughter my Youming Mountain... Quick! Quick, activate the Sect Protection Array!”

Youming Mountain activated its Mountain Protection Array to resist the external enemy.

Near the Youming Spring, Nangong Wu's face was filled with shock.

“The Great Cold Stele, this is an artifact of our Ancestor...”

Seeing the Immortal Artifact, the Great Cold Stele, smashing down like an iceberg, Nangong Wu also pushed his Cultivation Technique to its limit to resist.

The ground was covered in thick frost, and a large ice-spirit hand slammed towards the Immortal Artifact in the sky.

The ice-spirit hand shattered upon contact.

Nangong Wu spat out blood, looking up at the sky, the entire firmament covered by the iceberg-like Great Stele.

Yet, just as it was about to crush him, it was blocked by a skull formed from condensed Youming Qi.

“Fellow Daoist, this is my Youming Mountain territory. Please retreat now. As for what happened before, my Youming Mountain can let bygones be bygones. Otherwise, even if we fight to the death, we will drag Fellow Daoist into Reincarnation!”

Rumble, rumble, rumble.......

The two forces collided violently, equally matched.

This also gave Youming Mountain some confidence to negotiate with the Great Power holding the Immortal Artifact before them.

Ming Ye, the Lord of Youming Mountain, fully activated the Sect Protection Array to resist this Immortal Artifact.

With the buffer, Nangong Wu also regained his senses and, looking at the two forces clashing in the sky, he shouted at the figure who had attacked him.

“Nangong Wu, a descendant of Great Wei, greets Old Ancestor!”

A chilling smile bloomed on his face, his lips almost reaching his ears, his jagged teeth making one shudder.

“You are my descendant?!”

“What are descendants? Kill them, kill them all!”

“Yes, kill! Kill them all! My Youming Mountain people, kill them all, your descendants, kill them too! Kill them all!!”

One person, but three different voices emanated.

And then, the Sect Protection Array, which had been resisting the Immortal Artifact, shattered.

Because a second Immortal Artifact appeared.

It was a coffin, its bronze body filled with Youming Qi.

From then on.

No one could stop this person anymore; Youming Mountain, from top to bottom, was completely slaughtered.

Nangong Wu, dragging his broken body, fell beside the Youming Spring, his eyes filled with horror.

“Nangong Jingwo, you are my Great Wei Ancestor, I am the only Bloodline descendant of Great Wei, you cannot kill me!”

“And Nether Old Ancestor, I received your Legacy, I am your Disciple, and your resurrection was entirely due to a secret letter I left behind, so you cannot kill me!”

The dark figure drew closer, pressing against Nangong Wu, revealing sharp, jagged fangs.

“What about me? What about me? Can I kill you? Oh right, I'm Ink Corpse, I'm Ink Corpse, Mo of Chu Mo! Can I kill you! Can I kill you! Answer me, quickly answer me!!”

His voice grew louder and louder, filled with joy and excitement, as if anticipating the other's answer.

“Ink Corpse, Mo of Chu Mo?!”

Nangong Wu's eyes were full of confusion; he had never heard of this name before.

The next second, a sharp pain in his neck, his blood rapidly drained, and even his Primordial Spirit quickly withered.

Before long, a dried corpse lay on the ground, its eyes wide open, unable to rest in peace.

Ink Corpse licked his lips, “Double-flavored.”

“He is my descendant, you shouldn't have killed him...”

“My Dao Legacy was also destroyed, I destroyed it myself. Ink Corpse wants to eat, so he eats! Hahahaha! If I want to eat, I'll eat!”

“Youming is right, if I want to eat, I'll eat. Nangong, why are you so stingy?!”

“I'm stingy? Then if I eat your descendant too, would you agree?”

“Good, I agree!”

“......”

Ink Corpse talked to himself, much like someone with a mental disorder, but only those who knew them would understand that he truly was a bit split.

“Hmm?! There's more to eat!”

Ink Corpse's emerald green gaze suddenly fell on the dried corpse on the ground, and a black mist surged, transforming into a shadowy female figure in black gauze.

“Ink Corpse! Mo of Chu Mo! Good, I'll remember you. You are the first person, besides him, who dared to destroy my Clone... Corpse, I won't let you...”

“Hmph—!”

“Can't eat it, is it fake? No, come here, let me bite you! Just one bite!”

“.......Idiot! Just wait for death!”

........

“Ink Corpse, Mo of Chu Mo!”

“Oh, you've got to be kidding me! You NNGT, just wait, when you come back someday, I'll definitely beat you to death!”

Chu Mo was furious.

Was he just sold out like this?!

Now, he finally understood why he was targeted by people from the Demon Realm; it turned out Ink Corpse had exposed him.

This unreliable guy!