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Chapter 827: A Generous Gift

...Spirit Void Old Ghost was not dead.

He had merely activated a great formation, trapping all the demon race of the Hundred Thousand Mountains inside.

Originally, he planned to refine all the demons within, but upon careful thought, wasn't this method akin to draining the pond to catch the fish?

That wouldn't do.

Keeping these demons alive could still provide materials for the cultivators of the Cangyun Realm. His original intention was to prepare a gift for the Moon Shadow Sect's Chen Sword Master. If he killed all these demons, leaving the Moon Shadow Sect's cultivators without demonic beasts to provide resources, the gift would become a sin that sows enmity.

Therefore, Spirit Void Old Ghost settled for the next best option.

He would only refine demons above the Emperor-class, and release all those below Emperor-class back to the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

There weren't many Emperor-class demons to begin with, and above them were the five Great Sages who had been beaten until only their Demonic Souls remained.

"Spirit Void Old Ghost! We, the Demon Race, bear you no grudge, no enmity! We even... we even did you a favor!

Back then, when you were nearly killed by that old monk Burning Heaven and fled to our Hundred Thousand Mountains for refuge, it was us who took you in!

Had we known it would come to this, we should have devoured you alive back then!"

The one speaking was the Mountain-Moving Sage trapped within the great formation. Its face was twisted, not only from rage but also from agony—most of its body was already within Spirit Void Old Ghost's Soul Summoning Banner. Before long, it would be completely refined by that Soul Banner, becoming one of its puppets.

If it still had its demonic body, even though Spirit Void Old Ghost was powerful, the formation he laid down wouldn't be able to trap it.

Let alone this Soul Banner; it wouldn't even be able to pull its Demonic Soul out of its demonic body.

Now, a tiger fallen to the plains is bullied by dogs. With only their Demonic Souls left, they were no match for Spirit Void Old Ghost.

"Cease your noise!" Spirit Void Old Ghost snorted coldly. "The one who took me in back then wasn't you, the Demon Race of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and certainly not any of you!

It was your Demon Sovereign, Tu Shan Yue!

Moreover, her protecting this old man's life came at a price. Otherwise, why do you think she could survive the encirclement and suppression by the major sects?

Why do you think she could break through from the First Tribulation of the Great Ascension Stage to the Second Tribulation within a year? Without this old man, she couldn't have done it!

Ours was an equal exchange of benefits.

Now that our exchange of benefits has concluded, it has even less to do with you five beasts."

"How is it unrelated?!" the Roc Sage roared hoarsely. "We are the Demon Sovereign's servants! If you touch us, the Demon Sovereign in the Immortal Realm will not let you go!"

"Tu Shan Yue has become an immortal. She is now an immortal, and there is a distinction between immortals and mortals. She won't bother with you." Spirit Void Old Ghost said indifferently. "What this old man is doing now is simply the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest! If you must blame something, blame your own weakness, blame your own ill fortune! Heh heh heh!"

Spirit Void Old Ghost formed a hand seal with his fingertips. Black Qi surged on the Soul Summoning Banner like a living thing, fiercely coiling towards the Roc Sage's Demonic Soul.

That bluish-black Demonic Soul was once the overlord of the skies, but now it was like a moth trapped in a spider's web. Every time it charged, the Black Qi tore fine cracks into it.

"Back in the day, you stirred up trouble in the Eastern Sea, devouring how many sect cultivators? Today, it's time to repay that debt."

A cold smile played on Spirit Void Old Ghost's lips. His left hand, holding the carving knife, never stopped. On the peach wood, the Roc's wings gradually became full and detailed, even the feather patterns exuding a hint of the demon sage's fierceness.

The Black Qi seeped into the cracks of the Roc's Demonic Soul. Amidst miserable screams, the Demonic Soul gradually lost its strength to struggle, transforming into a wisp of blue light that was completely sucked into the Soul Banner.

Spirit Void Old Ghost flicked his finger. The blue light accurately drilled into the center of the wooden carving's forehead.

The previously stiff Roc wooden carving instantly opened its eyes. A flash of the sage's arrogance passed through its eyes, only to be firmly suppressed by the Black Qi, leaving behind only hollow obedience.

Next was the Mountain-Moving Sage's Demonic Soul.

That bear-like Demonic Soul was already mostly devoured by the Soul Banner. Now, within the Black Qi, only half of its body remained, yet it still roared, trying to pounce on Spirit Void Old Ghost.

"Stubborn and unruly." Spirit Void Old Ghost snorted coldly.

Several chains flew out from the Soul Banner, nailing the Demonic Soul firmly in mid-air. The carving knife danced swiftly over the peach wood. The cracks on the black bear's forehead were identical to those on the Roc Sage.

As the final cut was made, the Demonic Soul transformed into gray mist and merged into the wooden carving. The black bear wooden carving's fist suddenly clenched tightly, its entire body exuding a heavy aura like collapsing mountains and rocks.

The Venomous Foe Sage's Demonic Soul was the most insidious. It attempted to release a potent poison to corrode the Soul Banner but was blocked by the formation Spirit Void Old Ghost had laid down.

Black Qi surged like a tide, wrapping layer upon layer around the poisonous mist.

The Demonic Soul twisted into the shape of a snake or scorpion in agony, finally transforming into a dark green stream of light that drilled into the wooden carving.

The Black Wind Sage's Demonic Soul transformed into a fierce wind, wreaking havoc within the formation, but Spirit Void Old Ghost forcibly compressed it using the power of the Soul Banner.

"The wind has no constant form, yet it too can be tamed." He let out a sinister chuckle. The carving knife traced dense wind patterns on the peach wood as the Demonic Soul transformed into a black vortex and merged into the wooden carving.

Placed on the ground, the wooden carving stirred up swirling gusts of wind, making the surrounding grass and trees rustle loudly.

Finally, it was the Manifestation Sage's Demonic Soul.

This rhinoceros-like Demonic Soul was the most formidable. Even wrapped in Black Qi, it still radiated overwhelming ferocity.

A trace of gravity flashed in Spirit Void Old Ghost's eyes. He formed hand seals with both hands. The Black Qi from the Soul Banner surged violently, wrapping around the Demonic Soul layer by layer.

As the carving knife rose and fell, the armored rhinoceros wooden carving gradually took shape.

When the Demonic Soul transformed into red light and merged into the wooden carving, the rhinoceros wooden carving suddenly let out a low roar, causing the ground to tremble slightly, yet it quickly restrained its aura under the suppression of the Black Qi.

With the sealing of the five great demon sages complete, Spirit Void Old Ghost turned to look at the flesh, blood, and Demonic Souls of the dozen or so Emperor-class demons within the formation.

"Condense—!" He raised his hand to form a seal. The Black Qi from the Soul Banner gathered the flesh and blood into a rolling mass of bloody mist as he murmured incantations.

Under the incantations, the bloody mist gradually contracted, its glow becoming increasingly brilliant. Finally, it condensed into a pill the size of an infant's fist, crimson throughout, with intricate patterns flowing across its surface. A dense scent of blood intertwined with Spiritual Energy, making even the air feel thick and viscous.

As for the Demonic Souls of those Emperor-class demons, he absorbed them all into the Soul Banner. The banner's Black Qi grew even thicker, and the sounds of wailing ghosts and howling wolves became increasingly mournful.

Spirit Void Old Ghost put away his carving knife, wiped the sweat from his temples, and let out a long sigh.

Looking at the five wooden carvings and that pill before him, a sinister, eerie smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Chen Sword Master... this old man spent half a month refining five great demon sages and seventeen Emperor-class demons. This gift... should be satisfactory, right?"

"This old man's request to borrow the Moon Shadow Sect's Destiny Energy and Mountain Gate was the cause; solving the Moon Shadow Sect's future troubles and refining the five great demon sages as a gift is the effect. Cause and effect are ordered. Even if the Heavenly Dao is unpredictable, it shouldn't excessively blame this old man anymore..." He muttered to himself, a deep-seated worry in his eyes that was hard to dispel.

But in the end, he raised his hand, storing the pill and the wooden carvings into his storage ring, then mounted the Soul Summoning Banner and soared into the sky.

As the Soul Banner moved, a great black wind immediately arose, blotting out the sun. The sounds of wailing ghosts and howling wolves echoed through the clouds as he sped towards the Moon Shadow Sect.

...

At this moment, outside the Moon Shadow Sect's Mountain Gate, Chen Huaian was about to mount his sword and head for the Hundred Thousand Mountains. The blue glow had just risen from his fingertips when he sensed the terrifying aura approaching from the horizon.

He looked up.

He saw a rolling mass of black wind covering the sky, pressing forward like a giant beast.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss—!"

The wind carried the wails of countless vengeful souls. Its oppressive force was so strong it seemed to solidify the surrounding air.

The Moon Shadow Sect disciples were already in a panic, drawing their weapons one after another, their faces pale as they stared at that mass of black wind.

"It's an enemy attack! Quickly report to the Elders!" someone roared, their voice full of terror. That soul-deep oppressive force made even moving feel difficult.

The black wind drew closer and closer, finally stopping outside the Moon Shadow Sect's Mountain Gate. When it landed with a thunderous impact, the resulting shockwave uprooted the surrounding trees.

As the dust settled, Spirit Void Old Ghost's figure emerged from the Black Qi. The Soul Summoning Banner hovered behind him, wreathed in Black Qi, the sounds of ghostly wails gradually ceasing.

His gaze swept over the panicked Moon Shadow Sect disciples, finally settling on Chen Huaian.

The arrogance in his eyes instantly vanished, replaced by a hint of concealed respect.

Spirit Void Old Ghost quickly stepped forward, cupping his hands respectfully towards Chen Huaian, and said politely, "Chen Sword Master, do you remember this old man saying half a month ago that he would prepare a gift?

Now the gift has been refined. This old man has come specially to present this humble offering, as a token of my regard."

Chen Huaian raised an eyebrow, looking at Spirit Void Old Ghost. The sword glow at his fingertips slowly dissipated.

In Spirit Void Old Ghost's open palm were five wooden carvings, and in his right hand, he held a blood-red pill the size of an infant's fist.

The moment the six items were exposed to the air, an intense Demonic Energy shot into the sky, shrouding the heavens above the Moon Shadow Sect.

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