Light words, once entering Lin Qiuxuan's ears, stirred up a storm, causing agitation and a fury born of embarrassment that relentlessly surged within him.

Of course, part of this was because Qingyu had touched a sore spot for Lin Qiuxuan, but another person's power of thought also played a significant role.

Otherwise, how could Lin Qiuxuan, who was a True Core Realm martial artist and had gone through the mental cultivation of the Divine Origin Realm, be so easily disturbed by these words?

"You're courting death!"

Enraged, Lin Qiuxuan struck out, his blood soul sand enveloping him, intending to bury Qingyu alive.

"Return to Nothing."

The defensive move that turned all things to nothingness once again reverted the incoming blood soul sands into nothing.

The previous words, although intended to disturb his mental state, were not entirely untrue. Indeed, Lin Qiuxuan's current plight was due to his dual cultivation of the Poison Skill and the Blood Dao Technique.

Had he focused on a single martial art, it would not have been so easy for Qingyu Xiang to neutralize his moves using "Return to Nothing."

The Blood Demon Sect's martial arts, while seemingly focusing on blood and qi, actually require high proficiency in spirit, energy, and essence. If the blood is not refined, impurities in the body only increase. If the True Qi is not pure, the future prospects are ultimately limited. If the mind is not steadfast, deviation into madness is inevitable.

Already burdened with such serious demands from the Blood Demon Sect's martial arts, Lin Qiuxuan had further complicated his situation by cultivating both the Poison Skill and the Poison Immortal Body, his predicament was hardly surprising.

Oh, now there was yet another bitter consequence of cultivating dual skills. Had he not dual cultivated, he might have already entered the Qi Poison Realm with the help of Sect secret techniques and would not have needed to seek the Qi Poison Skill, nor would he have...

Die!

The still figure suddenly moved, the Qiuli Sword shadow flickering and slicing directly into the tide of Blood Soul Sand, striking a person hidden within.

"Whoosh—"

Wind howled, not attacking but retreating. The Blood Soul Sand gathered, encasing Lin Qiuxuan completely, leaving no opportunity for Qingyu to exploit.

The reddish hue vanished, and the environment regained its proper colors, but the plants and thatched cottage, corroded by the bloody aura, were nowhere to be seen.

The surrounding area was now full of pitted black soil, bordered by white clouds continuously surrounding the peak.

"What kind of evil magic is this?" came a muffled inquiry from within the Blood Soul Sand.

"Who knows?"

On the edge of the Qiuli Sword, a drop of transparent liquid fell.

This was not blood, but water.

The blade of the Qiuli Sword that had injured Lin Qiuxuan now dripped pure Qingshui.

"This demon path…" inside the Blood Soul Sand, Lin Qiuxuan pressed his hand against a wound on his side, his True Qi continuously flowing to the injury, trying to expel the strange Qi Force from it.

Ever since that beautifully inflicted sword wound, an eerie Qi Force had flowed along with his blood, turning all blood it touched into water.

If this Qi Force were to flow throughout his entire body...

Lin Qiuxuan couldn't help shivering.

His entire body's blood turning into water, even a Divinity Realm warrior might not be far from death.

Lin Qiuxuan didn't know whether a being of the Divinity Realm could survive if all their blood turned to water; he only knew he certainly could not.

A deep sense of regret surged in Lin Qiuxuan's heart. If he had not come to Zhenwu Sect, agreed to that person, sought out this white-haired demon path, perhaps none of this disaster would have occurred.

Thinking further back, if he had not initially cultivated the "Blood Soul True Understanding"…

Lin Qiuxuan suddenly felt a chill in his heart, "Damn it, it's that demon path's evil magic again..."

Under the influence of the power of thought, Lin Qiuxuan's negative emotions were once again stirred up.

Although Lin Qiuxuan was alert, it was already too late.

Noiselessly, the sword edge pierced through his lower abdomen, a familiar, eerie Qi force continuously surged from the sword, forcing Lin Qiuxuan to muster all his True Qi in response.

At the same time, a pale hand, treating the blood sand as nothing, held Lin Qiuxuan's head in its grasp.

'Why can he...'

As the question arose, realization dawned in his heart, 'Right, it's that bizarre evil magic.'

If one could make the incoming Blood Soul Sand and blood energy completely disappear, naturally, they could also make the sword and hand ignore the Blood Soul Sand Armor. But why hadn't Lin Qiuxuan noticed this?

Indeed, it was still due to the influence of the power of thought.

Unlike many illusionists who used spiritual power to overpower others, Qingyu preferred a subtler, 'moistening all things silently' approach.

Just as previously triggered Lin Qiuxuan's negative emotions, now he made him inadvertently overlook a critical point. The methods of illusion are inherently meant for scheming against others; if it were to overpower directly, Qingyu preferred to use True Qi.

Intentionally targeting the blood's Qi force, continuously infused, wore Lin Qiuxuan down in his defense. Simultaneously, a powerful spiritual power mixed with the power of thought stormed into Lin Qiuxuan's mind, scouring all memories.

"This is you bringing yourself to my doorstep."

Lin Qiuxuan craved the so-called Qi Poison Skill, but wasn't Qingyu equally eager to possess all of Lin Qiuxuan's "Blood Soul True Understanding"?

Just when he was looking to find some Blood Path Martial Arts to study the Demon Blood Essence, it conveniently presented itself.

As troubles compounded for Lin Qiuxuan, who also sustained injuries and could only passively take hits, his injuries worsened, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

"Blood Soul True Understanding, found."

Rapidly memorizing the acquired cultivation technique, Qingyu, greedy for more, coveted yet another prize.

The "Poison Immortal Body" from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect was another Divine Skill that he coveted. But just as Qingyu began to scour for this Divine Skill, a burst of poison power exploded from within Lin Qiuxuan, spreading wildly and instantly throughout his body.

"Sss—"

Qingyu hastily withdrew the Qiuli Sword and retreated.

His instincts warned him; he couldn't withstand this poison power.

As the Qiuli Sword was withdrawn, Lin Qiuxuan's wounds on his lower abdomen and waist constantly oozed clear water. But these streams of clear water, in the next moment, were tainted black by the poison power.

"Ssssss..."

After another brief moment, the ground was left with countless pits of varying sizes.

This was after Lin Qiuxuan's body had disintegrated, leaving behind a mix of poison power and bodily fluids eroding the ground. From the outbreak of the poison power to his body's disappearance, Lin Qiuxuan hadn't even had the chance to fall before being completely corroded by the poison power.

"Indeed, the Ten Thousand Poison Sect must certainly have defenses for their foundation." Qingyu remarked, as if he had expected this all along.

Although the "Poison Immortal Body" was widely practiced, unlike Zhenwu Sect's "Supreme Void Scripture" accessible only to the Sect Leader and Divinity Realm warriors, this did not mean the Ten Thousand Poison Sect was lax about it.

Every sect has the most rigorous protective measures for their foundational cultivation techniques, ensuring they are secure.

"However, having the 'Blood Soul True Understanding' is enough."

Allowing Lin Qiuxuan to practice both, the 'Blood Soul True Understanding' was definitely not of low grade. Qingyu had briefly 'read' it in his mind and could discern that it was an Absolute Skill.

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