Chapter 407: Nine Corpses Summon the Moon
“You… don’t come any closer!”
At this moment, Qiu Qianhen was so terrified he had completely forgotten this was his own territory.
He instinctively staggered back a few steps, lost his footing, and fell heavily to the ground.
Cao Youqian said disdainfully, “Boring. Master said people like you, these so-called children of destiny, are hard to kill, but I don’t see what’s so impressive. You’re not even as good as Xiaoyi’s admirer.”
Song Zhaoyi was speechless. How did the topic get dragged onto me?
Qiu Qianhen wanted to plead, but right now he was like a duck being strangled by the throat, unable to utter a single word.
Seeing the little green-furred rat keep silent, Cao Youqian couldn’t be bothered to say more. He slowly raised his hand, then suddenly punched out toward Qiu Qianhen.
Boom!!!
The punch shook heaven and earth, and a thunderous roar echoed through the entire stone chamber.
It was as if the chamber itself would collapse with that blow.
When Qiu Qianhen saw the strike, his pupils instantly dilated. In that moment, he thought he saw his great-grandmother who had died over a thousand years ago.
At the last critical instant, he instinctively cried out, “Ancestor, save me!”
Before the words had even fallen, a coffin within the stone chamber suddenly burst open. A corpse-wreathed hand shot out from inside, effortlessly blocking the punch.
Huff… huff… huff…
Qiu Qianhen gasped desperately, savoring the feeling of surviving certain death.
Crack… crack…
The coffin slowly opened further, revealing a corpse shrouded in corpse qi, exuding a terrifying aura.
With its body hidden in miasma, no one could see its true face.
But the great sage aura it released made everyone uneasy.
Its pace was slow, but every step made the chamber quake.
Thud, thud, thud…
The heavy footsteps made the hearts of all present disciples from Wendao Academy jump into their throats. Two low-ranked disciples of the Miscellaneous Dao Institute fainted outright, blacking out completely.
Han Ping, Fang Mu, and the others did not fare much better. Even with awakened divine bodies, their hearts trembled and their Dao hearts verged on collapse.
Cao Youqian narrowed his eyes and muttered, “A Great Sage corpse. It seems your Heaven Corpse Sect still has quite the foundation. My trip here wasn’t wasted after all.”
Seeing his family’s ancestor appear, Qiu Qianhen’s hope reignited. He said coldly, “Cao Youqian, though you are Wendao’s holy son and can challenge realms above you, before a Great Sage you are nothing.”
Cao Youqian nodded solemnly and replied with utter seriousness, “You are right. If I had awakened an immortal body, I could still fight. But as I am now, I truly cannot face a Great Sage corpse.
However, you are mistaken. My inheritance far surpasses yours.
My master once nailed your ancestor into the Nine Dragons Golden Coffin with a single sword strike. Compete with me in background? In status? Are you worthy??”
“Hahaha…”
Qiu Qianhen laughed wildly. “What you say is true, but what of it? The Nine Yin Abyss of my Heaven Corpse Sect severs all heavenly secrets. Even if you want to call for help, you have no chance.
Tonight’s final victor will be me, Qiu Qianhen!”
Cao Youqian looked at him with pity and said faintly, “Very well. What I most enjoy is destroying the opponent’s hope step by step, making them die in despair—especially prodigies like you. Now, let me shatter your most prized Great Sage corpse.”
As he spoke, he bowed slightly toward the chamber. “Ancestor Jiaoyang, this disciple respectfully asks you to act.”
“Hehe… brat, so you finally remembered me. I thought you intended to deal with this Great Sage corpse yourself and let me watch a fine show.”
A clear, melodious laugh echoed from the darkness. Then, a blinding radiance burst forth in the stone chamber.
Even the Great Sage corpse could not keep its eyes open before that light.
Everyone instinctively turned toward it, only to see a blazing sun hanging above the chamber.
From within that sun, a figure slowly walked out.
Hoo…
As the figure emerged, Han Ping and the others felt the oppressive weight vanish from their bodies and unconsciously exhaled in relief.
Qiu Qianhen soon saw clearly—the figure was none other than the great sage of Wendao Academy who had previously suppressed the Shadow Great Sage.
“You… how could you appear here?”
“Hoh!!!”
Accompanied by the hissing, hundreds of coffins in the chamber all flew open in unison, and corpses shot out, converging toward the nine Great Sage corpses.
Their auras continued to climb; the floor of the chamber emitted a faint green light that gathered toward their fingers and coalesced into a light formation above the chamber.
It was a gloomy, bizarre, and chilling formation.
Such an uncanny scene made even Great Sage Jiaoyang feel slightly uneasy; she vaguely sensed that something terrible might be hidden within.
Cao Youqian and his two juniors’ expressions turned serious; the three of them moved in tacit coordination to take sword-jades from their storage rings, preparing to act.
A blood moon slowly emerged from the light formation. The moment that blood moon appeared, it even overshadowed the sun-emanation formed by Great Sage Jiaoyang’s Dao truth.
“Hahaha…”
Qiu Qianhen could not help but laugh aloud at the sight. Now emaciated and bloodless, he resembled a dried corpse sucked of blood, his expression particularly ferocious.
His bloodshot eyes fixed on Cao Youqian. “Cao— I gave you the chance to kill me just now, but you did not. Now the Nine Corpses Summon the Moon is complete; my nine ancestors will become a new Saint corpse. At that time, all of you will become food for that new Saint corpse. I will drag you down to hell with me!”
“Nine Corpses Summon the Moon does have something to it; it seems your Heaven Corpse Sect is not entirely useless.”
Cao Youqian’s tone was unusually calm as he looked up at Great Sage Jiaoyang above the chamber. “Ancestor, these nine Great Sage corpse-pills—would it be excessive for the three of us to each take two?”
Great Sage Jiaoyang nodded. “No problem. I’ll be magnanimous—three pills will suffice.”
Their casual, offhand conversation was like a blade to Qiu Qianhen, plainly telling him that they did not take him seriously.
Qiu Qianhen gritted his teeth. “Be arrogant all you like. In a little while you won’t be able to be so arrogant. The second Saint corpse of my Heaven Corpse Sect is about to be born!”
“Too bad.”
Cao Youqian sneered contemptuously. “We don’t have time to wait for you. Junior brothers, strike.”
“Yes!”
Han Ping and Fang Mu responded, then slowly raised their hands and aimed their sword-jades at one of the Great Sage corpses.
Seeing this scene, Qiu Qianhen, for reasons he could not explain, felt the ill omen that had previously dissipated once again coil around his heart.
Cao Youqian and his two juniors exchanged a glance, then shouted in unison, “Master, assist us—slash!”
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