Spirit Vessel

Feiyun caught the pot. It floated in his hand and released its energy. Strands of black hair began to move.

A murderous force oozed out and destroyed the violet barrier, allowing Feiyun to swiftly jump out.

“Boom!” The corpse talisman attacked for the second time with a violet wave. It crushed the void while rushing forward.

Feiyun floated in the air and activated the power of the pot. The sky became as red as blood. The ocean beneath also became infected with this sanguine hue. The world assumed the form of hell.

“Pluff! Pluff!” Two rays from the pot crushed two corpses.

These early ninth-level corpses had no chance of defending against the pot and got turned to dust.

“Today’s your last, Violetsea King!” Feiyun’s power intensified as he channeled it into the pot.

It became more nefarious; one could hear the scream of a god now. He pushed the pot down and destroyed the gigantic corpse talisman.

The power of this pot was unreal, nearly destroying all of the Southern Ocean.

The spectating heretics nearby were scared out of their mind and started running.

This battle was something else, even two Dominating Armaments were used. Just one remnant shockwave could pierce through a Giant.

“Another Dominating Armament…” The dozens of female heretics became afraid and also fled. They couldn’t stop the power of these weapons in the slightest.

“Whoosh!” A violet ray flew out of the ocean. It was the king riding a massive corpse soaring towards the horizon in order to escape.

“Where do you think you’re going?!” Feiyun was even faster and crossed through the air like a meteor.

He had the aura similar to a blood dragon, forcing all of the aquatic creatures below into hiding.

“Feng…” The king shouted in rage but Feiyun had caught up and smashed his back with the pot. He couldn’t finish his sentence.

Feiyun naturally wouldn’t give him the chance and unleashed a true dragon strike. The claws from this draconic energy tore off one of the king’s arms.

Feiyun seemingly turned into an unbeatable war god with the pot. The king sent out several talismans and weapons to no avail since the pot easily crushed them.

Even the gigantic corpse he was riding on suffered grievously damages, on the verge of dismemberment.

Finally, after three thousand miles of chasing, the king was crushed to death by the pot. His soul got destroyed.

He didn’t even get the chance to utter a complete sentence to reveal Feiyun’s secret - quite a frustrating end.

His corpse floated on the ocean, completely disfigured from flesh to bones. Feiyun noticed that he was holding a violet jade talisman half the size of a hand.

It was shiny with numerous tiny runes carved on the surface, looking extremely complex.

“What is this?” Feiyun grabbed it and felt a cold energy pricking his skin. Great destructive energy was gestating within.

He took a careful look at the other side and noticed a ferocious visage of a corpse with messy hair, looking quite animated. A stench of blood billowed outward, causing others to shudder uncontrollably.

Feiyun’s hand nearly turned evil after touching it so he hurriedly channeled his Buddhist energy in order to suppress it.

“An ace card from Violetsea Corpse Cave. The king waited until near death to use it so it should be stronger than that corpse talisman. It might be their strongest one then but he didn’t get a chance to use it before dying.”

The old sects always had ace cards left behind by their powerful ancestors. Even an Enlightened Being wouldn’t be able to take down one. Violetsea was relatively old, born in the chaotic age ten thousand years ago. It had plenty of geniuses who eventually left behind powerful items to protect their descendants.

Feiyun probably wouldn’t have been able to kill him without the Blood-being Exalted Pot.

He put away the talisman and grabbed the king’s corpse to return to the Southern Ocean. He crucified the guy next to a seaside cliff with a spear.

Blood dripped down the corpse and burned a portion of the cliff.

Many heretical lords returned and saw the corpse. Their expression immediately changed.

“I, Yi Zhenfeng, aim to make friends at the heretical conference. This is the fate of those who dare to oppose me.” Feiyun coldly uttered.

Feiyun returned the pot to Bi Ningshuai and thanked him before flying back to the old town.

“Wait for me, Brother Yi!” Bi Ningshuai followed with great speed.

Feiyun walked on the dark streets filled with heretics from all over the world. Each fierce and powerful yet all made way for him.

Even an overlord like the king got killed by him; who would want to mess with this reaper right now?

“Brother Yi, you were really handsome earlier, what’s your cultivation level right now? Not far from becoming an Enlightened Being? Why don’t we become sworn brothers?” Bi Ningshuai kept up with Feiyun while acting very familiar.

Feiyun ignored him and headed towards the pavilion. His feet were three inches off the ground; a special movement technique.

“The truth is that I’m considered famous in Jin, having conquered many ladies and warriors. I like the old romantic sages the most, coming and going in a cool manner. I have another brother who is very talented at this too, several demonesses from Senluo got captured by him. He even toyed with the entire capital of Jin, sleeping wherever he wants. I’ll introduce the two of you when there’s a chance, I’m sure you’ll like him.”

The one-sided conversation continued until they made it back.

The whole building was quiet to the point of being strange. Feiyun slightly frowned before entering. He could smell a new, faint stench of blood. Someone clearly got killed after he left.

He saw a bloody corpse once he got to the second floor. Evil runes still flowed around the corpse - clearly a powerful cultivator.

The five women were still sitting around their table as if nothing had happened.

“Isn’t this Mo Taigong, the one in charge of the famous brothel city? What happened to him?” Bi Ningshuai got there and recognized the corpse.

“What happened?” Feiyun sternly said.

“Mo Taigong is the father of the two men earlier. He came seeking vengeance for his son after you left but didn’t do anything before being killed by a guest upstairs.” Ye Siwan said softly.

“He’s the first disciple of the seventh hall lord and the lord of brothel city, the biggest spending place in Jin belonging to Senluo Temple. Each year, many girls from various sects are captured and trained to be prostitutes and slaves. The unlucky or disobedient ones are sold to the heretical factions, a terrible fate.” Bi Ningshuai said.

Feiyun found it amusing that the guy knew so much about it. He must have gone there for some fun in the past. If Xie Honglian were here, she would probably cut off his balls.

“Thank you, friend.” Feiyun raised his voice.

“We only wish to get to know the famous Yi Zhenfeng. Will you and the ladies come up here for a bit?” A powerful and commanding voice answered.

“Sure thing.” Feiyun and the five went up and waited by the door.

Someone immediately opened the golden-inlaid door - a beautiful girl wearing a pink dudou embroidered with a peach blossom and two mandarin ducks representing love; one by each breast. The position of their eye slightly protruded with a black hue.

She was from Rakshasa, around seventeen years of age with breasts big enough to overfill the dudou. Her waist was thin and visible; her skin as white as goat cheese. One couldn’t help wanting to take a bite.

“This way, Young Noble.” She led the way.

More than ten cultivators were sitting inside. They were big shots from the three heretical realms. Their three lords were present as well.

There was also a great beauty covered in pink; her figure as slender as a willow tree; skin as white as snow - sexy yet elegant.

She stood up as he was staring at her and greeted him with a soft voice: “My name is Yuji Lanlan, nice to meet you.”

Her voice could make most men go weak. Her action was seductive - clearly a naturally-gifted temptress.

Feiyun stared at her with great interest.

The lord of Dark Realm smiled: “Miss Yuji is the rank tenth expert of Rakshasa and the sect master of Yin Yang Cultivation. Brother Yi, you need to try hard to earn Miss Yuji’s grace.”