Chapter 105: The Supreme Ultimate Pearl? (Please Subscribe!)

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“Rumble…”

Qiu Haishan’s sinister soul furiously battered the Temple of the Five Organs.

Tile after tile fell from the roof, while the courtyard walls shuddered violently, as though they might collapse at any moment.

Shang Lu had never encountered such a bizarre situation since activating the Temple of the Five Organs.

The divine images of the Liver and Spleen Deities reacted at once, erupting with azure and golden radiance to suppress Qiu Haishan’s sinister soul. Yet the effect was minimal.

The two divine images were indeed miraculous, but their power was closely tied to Shang Lu’s own cultivation.

After swallowing the Flood Dragon Pearl, Qiu Haishan had reached the level of a half-step Heaven-Transcendent. Shang Lu, meanwhile, was merely at the Meridian-Opening Realm. There were three entire major realms between them.

No matter how miraculous the divine images of the Liver and Spleen Deities were, they could hardly bridge such an enormous gap in strength.

Fortunately, Shang Lu was not fighting alone.

The divine power he had borrowed from the Mountain-Splitting Savage General had not yet been withdrawn.

“Trying to seize my body? I won’t agree—and neither will my wife!”

Shang Lu roared inwardly as he urged the Inner Canon Organ-Refining Diagram with all his might, channeling the borrowed divine power into his five viscera and six bowels.

The Temple of the Five Organs was formed from Shang Lu’s body. As his internal organs grew stronger, so too did the temple.

With the divine power of the Mountain-Splitting Savage General reinforcing it, the Temple of the Five Organs instantly blazed with light. Azure, crimson, yellow, white, and black radiance burst forth together from the five divine images within the temple.

The five-colored splendor was like five sharp swords, stabbing viciously into Qiu Haishan’s sinister soul and locking down his spirit, soul, vital essence, will, and resolve.

Qiu Haishan’s sinister soul instantly felt as though it had been pinned beneath a colossal mountain of the five elements. It could no longer move, let alone stir up any trouble.

Panic seized it. It hurriedly changed tactics, attempting to beguile Shang Lu.

But Shang Lu gave it no opportunity.

Strengthened by divine power, the Temple of the Five Organs pressed down upon Qiu Haishan’s sinister soul so completely that it could neither speak nor make a sound, much less cause any mischief.

Under the suppression of that overwhelming power, Qiu Haishan’s sinister soul was compressed again and again. It grew smaller and smaller, yet purer and purer.

Finally, with a muffled bang, Qiu Haishan’s sinister soul was compressed into a strange pearl.

Within the pearl, a black stream of energy and a white stream of energy intertwined and circulated endlessly, making it resemble a sphere of supreme duality.

Inside that pearl, shaped like the symbol of supreme duality, Shang Lu sensed the aura of witchcraft, the power of a flood dragon, and the spiritual energy of the secret realm.

Once Qiu Haishan’s sinister soul had transformed into the pearl, the three divine images of the Heart, Lung, and Kidney Deities, shrouded in mist within the Temple of the Five Organs, withdrew their radiance in unison.

Only the divine images of the Liver and Spleen Deities continued to shine.

The golden light emitted by the Spleen Deity enveloped the pearl shaped like supreme duality and began digesting it, converting it into blood energy.

The newly generated blood energy was immediately sent into the Small Intestine Meridian. After circulating once, it was separated into the pure and the turbid, while the remaining essence was absorbed and stored by the Liver Deity.

Throughout the entire process, the pearl resembling supreme duality offered no resistance. It was remarkably cooperative.

Only then did Shang Lu let out a long breath.

He knew that Qiu Haishan’s sinister soul had become a complete offering within the Temple of the Five Organs. There was no longer any possibility of a reversal.

Moreover, the surging blood energy contained within the pearl was enough to replenish all the strength he had expended while using the Nuo Mask and sacrificing to the Mountain-Splitting Savage General.

It could even be transformed into more abundant and purer blood energy, satisfying the needs of his cultivation and allowing his realm to advance.

That was not all. Shang Lu felt that he could obtain other benefits from the pearl as well.

Witch power, spiritual energy, and more…

If he could master the methods of wielding these forces, then even if they did not increase his cultivation, they would still enhance his combat strength.

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Just as Shang Lu was examining the pearl shaped like supreme duality with curiosity, a voice sounded beside him:

“Constable Shang, are you all right?”

Shang Lu ceased his internal examination and discovered that Feng Boyuan had actually dragged his mangled body across the ground. A long trail of blood marked his passage over the uneven floor.

Yet Feng Boyuan did not seem to feel any pain. He merely raised his head to look at Shang Lu, concern and scrutiny mingling in his eyes.

Earlier, Feng Boyuan had watched as Qiu Haishan transformed into a sinister soul and attempted to seize Shang Lu’s body. He had been terribly frightened and had cursed the exhaustion of his witch power, which had left him unable to help.

Then, when he saw Shang Lu turn Qiu Haishan’s sinister soul into a maggot, he was not merely shocked. He had begun to wonder whether excessive blood loss had caused him to hallucinate.

A martial artist at the Meridian-Opening Realm could actually cast spells?

That alone would have been astonishing enough. Yet the spell he cast had transformed a witch at the half-step Heaven-Transcendent level into a maggot.

It was utterly inconceivable. Even having witnessed it with his own eyes, Feng Boyuan found it difficult to believe.

And when he saw Shang Lu seize the maggot formed from Qiu Haishan’s sinister soul and swallow it, he was so horrified that his flesh crawled.

What frightened him was not that Shang Lu had swallowed Qiu Haishan’s sinister soul. What frightened him was the possibility that Shang Lu might consequently be possessed by Qiu Haishan.

Feng Boyuan even suspected that Shang Lu had swallowed Qiu Haishan’s sinister soul because Qiu Haishan had beguiled him.

Otherwise, once Qiu Haishan had been reduced to a maggot, why not simply crush it to death? Why swallow it?

Would that not give Qiu Haishan the opportunity to seize the magpie’s nest and take over his body?

Surely Shang Lu could not have digested Qiu Haishan’s sinister soul?

Worried about Shang Lu, Feng Boyuan had summoned the small amount of strength he had recovered and dragged his mangled body over.

To Feng Boyuan’s surprise, a moment earlier, the aura of Qiu Haishan had indeed emanated from Shang Lu’s body—and it had been extremely forceful.

But now, Qiu Haishan’s aura seemed to have been suppressed…

No. It had not been suppressed. It had been extinguished outright.

So Shang Lu had not only avoided being possessed by Qiu Haishan—he had actually destroyed Qiu Haishan’s sinister soul?

Could this really be true? How had he done it?

Feng Boyuan looked at Shang Lu, his eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief.

“I’m fine,” Shang Lu said.

Seeing the severity of Feng Boyuan’s injuries, he hurriedly took out golden wound medicine and bandages from his robes.

Feng Boyuan shook his head at the sight of them.

“Keep them for yourself. I was injured by witchcraft; ordinary wound medicine won’t help me. Don’t worry. I can still hold on. Nothing will happen for the time being.”

Shang Lu thought to himself, You look like this and still want to tempt fate?

He had seen too many people boast that they were perfectly fine one moment, only to collapse the next and never get back up.

Feng Boyuan secretly formed a hand seal and urged the small amount of witch power that had just recovered within him, carefully examining Shang Lu.

Only after confirming that Shang Lu had not been possessed did he exhale a breath of foul air. Then, with curiosity and confusion, he asked, “Constable Shang, where is Qiu Haishan’s sinister soul?”

“It no longer exists,” Shang Lu replied vaguely.

He could hardly tell Feng Boyuan that Qiu Haishan’s sinister soul was currently inside the Temple of the Five Organs, being digested and absorbed by the Spleen Deity.

In any case, Qiu Haishan’s sinister soul had already been compressed together with the Flood Dragon Pearl into that strange pearl of supreme duality.

To say that it no longer existed was not exactly a lie.

Feng Boyuan failed to notice anything amiss. He merely exclaimed, “You really destroyed Qiu Haishan’s sinister soul? How did you do it? And where did you learn that ability to turn an enemy into an insect?”

Feng Boyuan could hardly be blamed for his astonishment.

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Whether turning Qiu Haishan’s sinister soul into a maggot or destroying it altogether, neither should have been possible for a martial artist at the Meridian-Opening Realm.

Even if that martial artist wore a Nuo Mask and borrowed the divine power of the Mountain-Splitting Savage General, it should still have been impossible.

Shang Lu had prepared his explanation long ago.

“While moving through the mist, I somehow found myself in this cavern.

“Before I encountered you, I came across a carving engraved upon one of the stone pillars. It depicted a strange beast with the body of a dragon and the head of a tiger. It mistook me for a disciple of this place and taught me several abilities, including a spell that can turn people into maggots.

“The spell looks formidable, but it is subject to severe restrictions. It can only be used here. Once outside, it will have little effect.

“That is because the spell relies on the power of the formation here to work.

“According to that strange beast, this place was once used to raise and temper spirit beasts many years ago.

“Many of those spirit beasts were not only powerful but also extremely violent. To prevent disciples with low cultivation from being injured, they devised this spell so that even weak disciples could easily drive away and subdue powerful spirit beasts.

“Speaking of which, I must thank Witch Official Feng for giving me the Nuo Mask. This spell requires at least the Energy-Refining Realm to use. With my own cultivation, I would never have been able to activate it.

“As for Qiu Haishan’s sinister soul, it was only successfully suppressed with the help of the Mountain-Splitting Savage General’s divine power…”

Almost everything Shang Lu said was true.

Feng Boyuan detected no flaw in his story and could not help sighing. “You truly possess extraordinary luck.

“First, you returned from the dead. Then, by good fortune, you healed your five viscera and recovered your cultivation. Now you have even learned new abilities within this secret realm…

“If not for your remarkable luck, I would have lost my life here!”

As he spoke, Feng Boyuan struggled to raise himself and cupped his hands toward Shang Lu, solemnly promising, “I will never forget the grace of having my life saved. I, Feng Boyuan, will certainly repay you!”

In his heart, however, he was sighing with relief and gratitude. Fortunately, he had given Shang Lu a Nuo Mask back then.

At the time, he had merely valued Shang Lu’s talent and did not want to see him perish at the hands of monsters and ghosts.

He had never imagined that his good deed then would save his own life today.

Shang Lu had no idea what Feng Boyuan was thinking.

At that moment, the enormous voice that sounded like deafening thunder rang out beside his ears once more.

The voice was so loud that it left Shang Lu dizzy and disoriented.

Yet the voice itself seemed unaware of this. It continued speaking incessantly, utterly unconcerned with whether Shang Lu could hear or understand it.

Shang Lu felt as though his head were about to be shattered by that immense voice.

Unable to bear it any longer, he raised both hands to cover his head and shouted with all his strength, “What are you saying? Your voice is too loud! I can’t hear you! I can’t hear you!”

To Shang Lu’s surprise, the instant he shouted those words, the enormous voice rumbling beside his ears like thunder vanished.

At the same time, the divine power he had borrowed from the Mountain-Splitting Savage General retreated from his viscera, meridians, bones, and flesh with the speed of a receding tide, rushing back into the Nuo Mask.

When the final thread of divine power left Shang Lu’s body and returned to the mask, the black-and-red mask, which had appeared so menacing, suddenly shattered and turned to dust.

At that very moment, Shang Lu was utterly drained of strength. He collapsed onto the ground, unable to move.

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