Chapter 863: Storage Magic Artifact

Chapter 863: Chapter 863: Storage Magic Artifact

The black threads lost their obstruction and surged forward like a tide, heading straight for the two of them.

A hint of joy flashed in Yin Wujiang’s eyes, but his expression changed drastically because he saw Yang Cheng’s figure suddenly transform into a wisp of white smoke and disappear from the spot.

"What?"

In the next second, Yang Cheng was already behind him, the blade of the Moon Golden Wheel in his hand smeared with blood, the red and green glow now tinged with a dazzling crimson.

"Old Yin bastard, die!"

The Moon Golden Wheel flew out, aiming straight for Yin Wujiang’s back.

"Ah—!"

Yin Wujiang let out a piercing scream, his body stiffening for a moment before he slowly fell to the ground.

The black vortex lost control and instantly dissipated, the cemetery restoring its silence.

Yang Cheng gasped for breath, his face pale and his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Feng Jiuge ran over to support him, "Are you okay?"

"I’m fine, it’s just that my True Qi has been greatly depleted."

Yang Cheng waved his hand, lowering his head to look at Yin Wujiang’s corpse on the ground, a complex look in his eyes.

He initially wanted to keep him alive, to ask about his father’s whereabouts and the situation of the Blood Refining Sect from Yin Wujiang’s mouth.

But there was no time, Yin Wujiang was risking everything by burning his essence blood; if he didn’t kill him, it would be Yang Cheng who died.

"Forget it, dead is dead, at least there’s one less disaster."

Feng Jiuge consoled.

Yang Cheng nodded, squatted down, and began to examine Yin Wujiang’s corpse.

Yin Wujiang’s body was rapidly decaying; the aftereffects of burning his essence blood began to show, large black spots appeared on the surface of his skin, giving off a nauseating stench of decay.

Yang Cheng frowned, forcing down his disgust, continuing to check.

Inside Ying Wujiang’s clothes, there was nothing of value, only a few bottles of Medicine Pill and some scattered coins, but around his neck, Yang Cheng found a dark-colored Jade Pendant.

The Jade Pendant was entirely pitch black, its surface smooth like a mirror, with faint patterns vaguely visible, exuding a faint glow under the moonlight.

Yang Cheng reached out and removed the Jade Pendant, feeling it warm to the touch, unlike ordinary jade, it felt almost alive, carrying a hint of warmth.

He tried injecting a strand of True Qi into the Jade Pendant, and the next second, his consciousness was suddenly pulled into an unfamiliar space.

It was a gray space, not big, only about a dozen square meters, with walls seemingly condensed from gray mist, indistinct.

The space was filled with stuff, gold, silver, treasures, books, and several bottles and jars.

Yang Cheng was stunned for a moment, then realized.

This was a storage space!

That dark Jade Pendant was actually a Storage Magic Artifact!

He was overjoyed and hurriedly searched through the space.

There was quite a bit of gold and silver treasure, gold bars, jewelry piled higher than a person, making Yang Cheng dazzled.

But he was not interested in these, continuing to search.

Soon, he found a yellowed diary in a corner.

The dair’s cover was already damaged, the paper yellowed and brittle, clearly showing its age.

Yang Cheng’s consciousness withdrew from the space, and a diary appeared in his palm. He opened the diary, and the first page had a few lines of crooked writing:

"In the 372nd year of the Blood Refining Sect, I joined the Blood Refining Sect and became an outer disciple. Master said I have talent and will surely become an inner disciple in the future, I was very happy."

Though the handwriting was sloppy, it was clear the writer was in a happy mood when writing the diary.

Yang Cheng continued to flip through:

"In the 375th year of the Blood Refining Sect, I broke through to the Foundation Establishment Realm, officially becoming an inner disciple. Master gave me a Jade Pendant, saying it was a Storage Magic Artifact, no one else in the world treats me as well as Master does."

"The sect suffered a great calamity, those so-called righteous people besieged the Blood Refining Sect, claiming to eradicate demons and outsiders. Master was killed protecting me, I vowed to avenge him."

"After Master’s death, I met him, he promised to rebuild the Blood Refining Sect and avenge my Master, I could only trust him and came to Zhonghai as he requested. I discovered that the project Gong Jian is researching is eerily similar to the secret technique of the Blood Refining Sect, I decided to use the Gong Family’s influence to rebuild the Blood Refining Sect."

Seeing this, Yang Cheng’s eyebrows furrowed tightly.

This Yin Wujiang, sure enough, is a remnant of the Blood Refining Sect!

"I built an underground laboratory beneath a psychiatric hospital on the outskirts of Zhonghai City, beginning research on life-preserving needles. That fool Gong Jian thought I was sincerely helping him, little did he know I was just using him to collect live people and absorb their Essence Qi."

"Today I built a blood pool beneath the Gong Family, began cultivating the forbidden technique of the Blood Refining Sect. Once the forbidden technique is perfected, I will break through to the late stage of the Golden Core Realm, then I will return to Linzhou, rebuild the Blood Refining Sect, and kill all my enemies!"

The diary ended there, the rest was blank.

Yang Cheng closed the diary, taking a deep breath, unable to calm his emotions, gritting his teeth, saying, "Linzhou!"

He suddenly remembered promising Jiang Heping to go to Linzhou to treat Jiang Yu, unexpectedly, the Blood Refining Sect’s headquarters was in Linzhou, looks like he has to go no matter what.

Thinking of this, he stored Yin Wujiang’s corpse in the Storage Jade Pendant, then stood up and looked around.

The cemetery was in chaos, several graves were dug open, coffins scattered everywhere.

Yang Cheng sighed, put all the corpses in the space, waiting for the Funeral Master to handle them, allowing the families to look at them tomorrow and then rebury them.

"Let’s go, head back first."

Feng Jiuge, knowing he was in a bad mood, linked arms with him, and the two left the cemetery together.

Just as they were walking out of the cemetery gates, Yang Cheng suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if something was burning his skin.

His expression changed, opening his collar to see a black mark had appeared on his chest at some point.

The mark was circular, with a strange rune in the center, looking identical to the brand on Yin Wujiang’s body.

"What is this?"

Feng Jiuge also saw it, her expression instantly turning grim.

"It should be the secret technique Yin Wujiang used before dying."

Yang Cheng frowned, tried to drive out the mark with True Qi, but as soon as the True Qi made contact with the mark, it disappeared as if sinking into the sea.

The mark remained unmoved, even absorbing a portion of his True Qi, becoming even clearer.

Feng Jiuge immediately tensed up, exclaiming, "If I’m not mistaken, this is a curse technique of the Blood Refining Sect. Once hit, the mark remains forever, absorbing the body’s Essence Qi."

"Yin Wujiang is already dead, doesn’t that mean this curse can never be lifted?"

"Not necessarily."

Feng Jiuge reassured, "Although the curse technique of the Blood Refining Sect is sinister, it is not without a solution. As long as you find the specific method to break it, or when your cultivation becomes strong enough, you can forcibly expel it."

Yang Cheng nodded, temporarily setting the matter aside, driving with Feng Jiuge back to the Kong Family Villa.