Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 373 Sleep Deprivation

The bladeless sword severed the last person's head.

After this battle, Zhu Wuyao gained a deeper understanding of the Daoist arts of the Juque Sect.

It seems that the Juque School's core strength lies in its ability to harness the power of nature's artistry, making geographical advantage extremely important.

However, they are not good at skirmishes.

Back then, those two Golden Core cultivators were just clashing on a narrow path, leaving them no time to plan carefully. But today is different. Dealing with this one Golden Core cultivator, plus a few other rabble, will require us to give it our all.

The "Pinghe Cauldron" that was finally brought out was truly not to be underestimated.

This is what Zhu Wuyao is holding in his hands.

It slowly rotated, constantly spreading outwards with spiritual patterns. Zhu Wuyao dared not easily use his divine sense to explore it, fearing that it might cause strange changes here.

The battlefield has been cleared.

The scattered mountain monster artifacts, though individually worthless, are enough to earn a small amount of spirit stones.

I hope you will keep these safe.

But they didn't take it with them.

Before the battle, she paid homage to the mountain and promised in her heart that she would return what she had obtained by slaying the mountain demon.

Zhu Wuyao wasn't worried that the mountain would come after her again, nor did she know if heaven and earth knew the promise she had made in her heart, but—

Mountains have spirits; they must not be deceived.

The spoils obtained from killing the enemy are sufficient.

While destroying the body and collecting the storage bag, Zhu Wuyao kept recalling the storage bag that had been released back into the sea.

regret.

If I had known I couldn't escape this battle, I should have been bolder and kept the "stolen goods" for myself. Nobody gets rich without windfall gains.

The magical artifacts inside must be worth at least tens of thousands of spirit stones.

Indeed, rewards and risks go hand in hand.

She had to draw her sword every time she entered the area.

The area was sparsely populated, so Zhu Wuyao found a cliff, used his sword to carve a cave halfway through the mountain, and prepared to open the chest.

The first one is the "Pinghe Ding".

She tentatively separated a wisp of her divine consciousness and carefully probed it into the cauldron. The moment it touched the cauldron, her divine consciousness was instantly annihilated.

"What is this?"

Zhu Wuyao's expression changed several times.

She had seen the contents of the cauldron in the Realm of Departure; they were the wronged souls that had been refined and driven, few in number but extremely powerful.

In that brief moment of perception, at least dozens of cultivators had been refined by this cauldron.

Dispersed and formless, it must be without knowledge or awareness.

What is missing is a master soul that can command all souls.

"Truly a Golden Core cultivator."

The words spoken by the Juque Sect cultivators before the battle echoed in my ears.

No wonder this person was so determined to kill her!

Fortunately, the cauldron was not yet fully refined. Even as a half-finished product, it caused her to lose her composure during the battle, and she was repeatedly immobilized and unable to move.

If it weren't for the fact that the bladeless sword moves at will and cannot be locked onto by external objects, we probably would have been doomed this time.

This is an evil object; virtuous people should not use it.

But then again——

People who eat from the granary know etiquette. As a Taoist practitioner, she has always eaten little, so naturally she is shameless and immoral.

Holding the Pinghe Ding in her hands, she tentatively said:

"Fellow Daoists, I really need strength right now. I have avenged you all. Once the recent turmoil has subsided, I will find a monk with profound Buddhist knowledge to help you all pass on to the afterlife."

The Pinghe Ding is still shaking.

Zhu Wuyao thought for a moment and then changed his words:

"I'll find you a Taoist priest."

The Pinghe Ding was in constant turmoil.

Zhu Wuyao's face fell, and he released his oppressive aura, threatening:

"Anyone who disobeys will be left alone to be burned over the fire every day after I finish my current business."

The Pinghe Cauldron suddenly fell silent, but then began to vibrate even more violently.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Wuyao's expression changed.

She had intended to test it, but to her surprise, the creature actually possessed sentience!

Is it because the cultivator was not refined?

Or has this cauldron already developed a spirit?

After a brief consideration, Zhu Wuyao decided to take the risk and give it a try.

If it is a spirit, this object is probably no ordinary thing and requires utmost caution.

If it were a sentient soul, she couldn't find a fresh body to revive it, nor did she want it to suffer while still sentient. So she could only give it a clean break and leave it with an empty cauldron.

Thinking this, Zhu Wuyao sat cross-legged.

The Pinghe Ding floated in the air before me.

She focused intently on drawing out her own divine consciousness to connect with it, like a tidal wave, instantly pouring in half of her divine consciousness while maintaining a state where she could withdraw and disconnect at any time.

Just as he was about to investigate further, a figure suddenly appeared in his consciousness—

It was the Golden Core cultivator she had slain with her sword!

Wandering spirits danced all around, and this person's figure floated inside the cauldron, faintly displaying an aura of dominance. Upon seeing Zhu Wuyao's divine sense, a sinister, pale smile bloomed on his face.

This cauldron has a second use, which is its true brilliance.

After the person holding the cauldron dies, their soul enters the cauldron. As long as their spiritual sense is strong enough, they can take the place of any cultivator who tries to enter their spiritual sense.

Zhu Wu immediately turned around and made an appointment later.

But then she heard ghostly howls, and countless wandering souls, seemingly under the command of a Golden Core cultivator, were attacking her soul.

This person, however, was interested in the connection between Zhu Wuyao and Pinghe Ding, and wanted to take over the reins and enter the sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhu Wuyao had not anticipated this turn of events, but the risks he had anticipated were comparable to the current situation.

Skilled and daring, she was confident that her divine sense far surpassed that of other cultivators of the same level. She risked taking her own divine sense and that of her opponent into her sea of ​​consciousness, intending to leave the Pinghe Cauldron and fight again.

The risks of the two are roughly equal.

Pinghe Ding, however, is on the other side's territory, and there may be some unexpected changes.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he tried to probe his consciousness into his sea of ​​consciousness, he immediately began to crawl back.

A chilling scream echoed from within Zhu Wuyao's sea of ​​consciousness—

"You are the one who has possessed another's body!"

Zhu Wuyao had no time to think it through; he only knew that when the enemy retreated, he should advance. So he immediately gave chase and relentlessly pursued him, trying to destroy his consciousness.

Although she had no experience in this area, she acted on instinct and continued to devour the other party's consciousness.

The spiritual brush suspended in the dantian's spiritual sea trembled slightly before returning to calm.

At the same time, the divine senses of the Juque Sect cultivators were annihilated in an instant.

May Zhu Wuyao's consciousness leave his body.

This minor change went unnoticed.

He thought himself invincible and exceptionally talented, and he handled the first battle of souls with ease.

After completely annihilating the opponent's soul, Zhu Wuyao's consciousness returned to his body, but he did not feel any satisfaction from being full and satiated. Instead, he felt extremely tired.

"Am I...sleep-deprived?"

It still needs to be digested.

Zhu Wuyao felt her eyelids closing, so she quickly shook her head to force herself to wake up—she remembered that the last time she was in seclusion at the mass grave, she was kidnapped when she woke up.

With a wave of his hand, the boulder sealed the cave entrance.

Zhu Wuyao arranged the battle flags. Once everything was ready, she reluctantly reached into her storage bag and, with great ceremony, took out folded clothes to use as a pillow, and then took out a coat to cover herself so as not to catch a cold.

I drifted off to sleep after a long absence.