Chapter 580: Ji Wuyai’s Plea, the Power of the Fleshly Extreme Domain

If it were any other cultivator daring to volunteer to “hunt down” Ji Wuyai, the others would only think that person’s head had been kicked by a donkey, afraid they wouldn’t die fast enough.

But Wei Tu was an exception.

A cultivator who trained both body and dharma was almost invincible within the same realm. Even when facing an opponent one or two minor realms higher, such a person was still tough to kill and incredibly durable.

What would be a fatal strike to others was nothing more than a normal wound to Wei Tu, a fourth-stage body refiner.

“Who would have thought Wei Shenshi’s mastery of Thunder Escape has grown so much since the battle decades ago against Shengya Mountain’s Dao Child?”

“Now, his speed already rivals that of a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator.”

The cultivators marveled, all the more convinced that Wei Tu was destined to be Kang Kingdom’s undisputed overlord in the future.

“I wonder which Nascent Soul powerhouse is closest to us now, who could provide support?”

Once their surprise faded, they began to discuss how to call for reinforcements to aid Wei Tu in chasing Ji Wuyai.

“Ancestor Feng Yunqi of the Feng clan is traveling near Kang Kingdom—he could be summoned.”

“Jiu Li Shangren, that rogue cultivator from Zheng Kingdom who recently settled in Chu Kingdom, isn’t far either.”

…

Before them, Wei Tu had deliberately let Ji Wuyai escape, carrying a hidden motive.

He understood well that if Ji Wuyai were killed under the siege of righteous cultivators, the truth of him slaying the Liu Yu Daoist might be exposed.

The Joyous Nuo Mask and the Yin-Yang Demon Corpse…

Both were treasures of immeasurable value, coveted by cultivators of his level.

Wei Tu had no desire to live under the constant scheming of countless Nascent Soul peers.

After all, the pressure from Hehuan Sect alone was one thing, but the combined greed of many Nascent Soul experts was another matter entirely.

Moreover—

His current cultivation level was already beyond what the Great Cang cultivation world understood about Nascent Soul cultivators. If his true realm were revealed, it would only draw the attention and covetousness of late-Nascent Soul experts.

And with his strength, he could kill Ji Wuyai by himself. There was no need to split the spoils with others.

Against non-allied cultivators, it was always better to eat alone than share the feast.

The only reason he had rallied the Nascent Soul cultivators of Ancient Sword Mountain earlier was to force Ji Wuyai out of the sect, robbing him of home-ground advantage.

‘This wilderness is deserted—now I can act.’

Soaring through the skies, Wei Tu swept the land with his divine sense. Once he confirmed they were far from Ancient Sword Mountain, intent stirred in his heart.

He swiftly formed seals, abandoning Thunder Escape, and switched to the technique he was most proficient in—Curse Ghost Blood Escape.

In the next instant, ghostly shadows flashed behind him. His speed nearly doubled, and he rapidly closed the distance on Ji Wuyai.

“Hm?”

Inside the yellow gourd, Ji Wuyai frowned. He couldn’t understand why Wei Tu’s speed suddenly surged.

“Curse Ghost Blood Escape?”

His face paled. Like the Liu Yu Daoist before him, he instantly recognized this infamous high-grade blood escape technique, once wielded by Ancestor Chilong, a terror of the demonic path.

“Could it be… he’s Ancestor Chilong reborn through possession?”

“No wonder! No wonder he could kill the Liu Yu Daoist…”

Ji Wuyai’s emotions were tangled.

On one hand, he was relieved to finally understand. On the other, dread tightened his heart at the fate awaiting him.

Though they were in the same major realm—and Ji Wuyai’s cultivation was a few small realms higher—he had no confidence in defeating someone who might be the possessed body of such a demonic giant.

Such figures were unmatched in their mastery of demonic secret arts.

Even if slightly weaker in raw mana, their techniques allowed them to defy the odds and slay stronger foes.

And right now, Ji Wuyai was far from his peak. The essence blood he had burned to escape Ancient Sword Mountain had left him half-crippled.

‘Escape! I must reach the nearby marketplace. If I expose his identity there and threaten him, Ancestor Chilong won’t dare act rashly!’

It was the only plan that promised survival.

But despair set in as he realized the truth. His speed was far below Wei Tu’s. He couldn’t possibly make it to a nearby market before being caught.

Wei Tu’s speed was already on par with a late-Nascent Soul cultivator!

“I can only risk it all.”

Grinding his teeth, Ji Wuyai stopped fleeing just as Wei Tu was about to reach him. He inhaled deeply, formed seals, and struck more than a dozen points across his body in quick succession.

When his fingers stilled, eerie lights flared under his robe, linking together into over a dozen mysterious runes.

Then, from his sleeve floated a naked beauty with a face hidden by cascading black hair. She drifted like a ghost, giggling.

Seeing her, Ji Wuyai’s face twisted in pain. This “Ghostly Beauty,” named You Gui Nu, was part of the very foundation of his Hehuan Sect cultivation method.

Once abandoned, recreating her would be nearly impossible.

“But this alone isn’t enough.”

Slapping his crown, Ji Wuyai forced his Nascent Soul to emerge. It spat several mouthfuls of Nascent Soul essence onto the Ghostly Beauty.

Bathed in the essence, she solidified, her alluring body radiating the breath of a living being.

At the same time, strands of dark hair spread from Ji Wuyai’s forehead, weaving into a black longsword that fell into his palm.

“Go!” Ji Wuyai struck his chest and spat a mouthful of bright blood onto the Ghostly Beauty’s figure.

In the next moment, the Ghostly Beauty, her face hidden by long hair, bared a vicious gleam in her eyes. She shot out of the gourd’s mouth and sped toward Wei Tu, who was chasing behind.

Ji Wuyai placed great hope in the Ghostly Beauty.

This demonic entity was unbelievably fast, on par with a Nascent Soul cultivator’s Out-of-Body stage. It carried lethal poison—ordinary cultivators would die instantly with the slightest touch.

Even a demonic overlord like Ancestor Chilong would find it troublesome.

…

But with Ghost-Eyed Demon Spider and Sun-Gazing Golden Eyes at his disposal, Wei Tu had no difficulty noticing the tricks Ji Wuyai was working inside the yellow gourd.

So when the Ghostly Beauty appeared, he wasn’t surprised.

Still, her terrifying speed did impress him. He had fought many mid-Nascent Soul cultivators before, yet this was the first time he encountered such a bizarre demonic creation.

But that was as far as it went.

One hundred zhang.

Fifty zhang…

As the Ghostly Beauty closed within ten zhang, Wei Tu’s thought flickered. Her ghostly, drifting body froze, then shattered like she’d been struck by a heavy blow. In an instant, she burst into a rain of blood.

“Fleshly Extreme Domain… a spiritual body strike?”

Ji Wuyai’s face turned pale.

He had seen it clearly. The attack was fleeting, but unmistakable—the unique ability of a fourth-stage mid-level body refiner.

“To think… he’s already a fourth-stage mid-level body refiner.” Ji Wuyai’s heart sank. His hope of survival grew thinner.

The Fleshly Extreme Domain of body refiners perfectly countered the strange methods of immortal cultivators like him.

In other words, the only way to deal with someone who possessed Fleshly Extreme Domain was to completely crush them in strength. Tricks and shortcuts would not work.

To give an example:

A sword could slit a throat and kill. Whether an old man, a woman, or a child wielded the sword, the outcome was the same.

Now, that same sword could still slit a body refiner’s throat. But with the Fleshly Extreme Domain, anyone weaker than the body refiner could never breach that invisible barrier to even reach the throat.

And treasures capable of piercing a body refiner’s defenses were not easy to come by.

In short—

A fourth-stage body refiner could never be killed by someone weaker.

And now, in Ji Wuyai’s eyes, he was that weakling before Wei Tu, with no hope of turning the tide.

“Ancestor Chilong… this time it’s Ji’s fault. I am willing to submit to Senior. Please, spare this junior’s life.”

Ji Wuyai swallowed hard and pleaded through the yellow gourd.

At the edge of death, submitting to a stronger cultivator was not a difficult choice for one of the demonic path.

All the more since Wei Tu was believed to be the former master of Myriad Yin Sect, a figure who had once shaken the demonic world.

Submitting to Wei Tu was no shame.

“Ancestor Chilong?”

Wei Tu immediately realized Ji Wuyai had mistaken him for Ancestor Chilong reborn through possession.

After all, his realm and methods far exceeded what a “new Nascent Soul” should possess.

But he had already been mistaken for Ancestor Chilong before, by Madam Jin. So Ji Wuyai’s misunderstanding hardly surprised him.

“Submit to me, huh…”

Wei Tu narrowed his eyes, weighing the possibility.

Unlike before, now he had the realm and strength to subdue a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator.

The Earth Spider Matriarch, Xue Hongmian, was already one such subordinate he had taken in the overseas cultivation world.

Adding Ji Wuyai didn’t seem a problem.

“Boy, don’t even think about it. Nascent Soul cultivators of the Five Great Demonic Sects are not so easily subdued.”

At that moment, Ancestor Chilong’s voice echoed in Wei Tu’s mind.

He warned Wei Tu that sects like the Five Great Demonic Sects, which had produced Divine Transformation experts, were always on guard against Nascent Soul spies.

Both soul oaths and divine soul restrictions had countermeasures and ways to be broken.

“If it were that easy, my subordinates would already be filled with Nascent Soul cultivators.”

Ancestor Chilong’s tone was calm, but firm.

Wei Tu did not doubt him. There was no reason for deception.

Of course, he also didn’t think Ji Wuyai’s will to live was false.

Since Ji Wuyai believed he was Ancestor Chilong, there was no reason to deceive him on this.

But now, Ji Wuyai could not return to Hehuan Sect. His value had plummeted, becoming little more than an optional tool.

“This yellow gourd, though, seems quite fine.”

Wei Tu raised his head with a slight smile, eyes falling on the yellow gourd where Ji Wuyai hid.

This gourd could fly and conceal—it was undoubtedly an excellent fourth-rank artifact.

He was certain that with this treasure, he would find use for it in the Zunwang Palace secret realm.

“What? The Huangtian Gourd?”

Hearing this, Ji Wuyai hesitated.

He understood clearly—Wei Tu’s words meant he wanted him to surrender the Huangtian Gourd as tribute.