Gateway of Immortality-Chapter 925: Red Origin Gauze

The two figures clashed and instantly separated. One of them staggered backward, his footing unsteady.

The other also seemed to feel the strain; he paused, then he wheeled about to attack again and called out, "Join in!"

Having verified his current strength, Qin Sang no longer wished to keep toying with Daoist Fang. He summoned his external incarnation and the Two-Headed Hou to join forces and cut the man down.

Daoist Fang had indeed been the direct disciple of a witch race Spiritual Infant master. His methods emerged one after another, and with the insect armor formed by his third-metamorphosis insect, ordinary attacks could hardly harm his true body.

Qin Sang had used Blood Defilement Divine Light to catch him off guard and cripple his blood sword, but without the star turban he could only suppress him, not take his life.

By now, their battlefield had long since shifted away from the small island. Daoist Fang had kept trying to shake Qin Sang off, only to be intercepted with ease each time.

Once the Two-Headed Hou and the incarnation entered the fray, the situation changed at once.

The incarnation was already at the late stage of the Core Formation Realm and wore armor as well. The Two-Headed Hou’s strength was not to be underestimated, and it had been biding its time to unleash the Azure Shadow supernatural ability.

For a while, the advantage grew decisive. Beset from three directions, Daoist Fang could not cover one side without exposing another; defeat became a foregone conclusion. And before Qin Sang’s top-tier evasion technique, he had not the slightest chance to flee.

Just then, a strange light flickered in Daoist Fang’s eyes. Blazing radiance burst from his palm, revealing a peculiar spirit talisman that transformed into a sharp spike.

At the same instant, a spot of blood blossomed on the chest of the purple insect armor, like a crimson flower that in a heartbeat spread across his whole body.

The Purple Crystal Sky Beetle phantom, already on the verge of shattering, rapidly re-condensed before their eyes, and like the armor, turned into a bizarre blood-hued shadow.

The blood-colored Purple Crystal Sky Beetle opened its huge eyes. A vicious aura erupted without warning. Qin Sang’s face changed; a dire premonition surged in his heart.

"Die!" Daoist Fang roared. Spike in hand, he charged straight at Qin Sang.

In an instant, the spike drained the surrounding spiritual qi from the air, unstoppable in its spearhead advance, its momentum terrifying.

Qin Sang could only make out the vortexing outline at the spike's tip, as if even his mind might be dragged into it.

At the same time, the blood-colored Purple Crystal Sky Beetle let out a deafening cry. Its bloody light blazed as it jolted forward, smashing Qin Sang’s external incarnation aside in one blow. Then it pounced and merged with Daoist Fang, locking onto Qin Sang.

Daoist Fang had employed a forbidden secret technique from his sect to amplify his life-bound insect gu, at the cost of overdrawing its future potential.

Given his plight, he could no longer worry about what came later. He chose Qin Sang’s true body as the target; he knew that if Qin Sang died, no one could stop him and the other two would collapse without fighting. It was a desperate gamble.

Qin Sang’s expression grew solemn, yet a cold smile tugged at his lips. To one side, the Two-Headed Hou shook its heads, arched its body, and gave a low growl. An azure shadow hurtled from the flank and slammed hard into Daoist Fang.

Daoist Fang acted as if he had not seen the azure shadow at all and neither dodged nor avoided.

Bang! Struck squarely, the blood-colored Purple Crystal Sky Beetle wailed. Its bloody phantom wavered as Daoist Fang gritted his teeth to steady himself, his eyes fixed only on Qin Sang.

The next instant, his face changed drastically. A point of blue light expanded rapidly in his pupils. Seizing the opening created by the azure shadow’s impact, it slipped cleanly through the blood-colored Purple Crystal Sky Beetle.

Crack! After a thunderous boom came a crisp, splintering sound.

Daoist Fang grunted and was blasted backward. The spike in his hand nearly lost its form, and cracks crawled across his insect armor. The beetle’s bloody phantom froze in place.

His face turned ashen. Blood crept from the corner of his mouth. He tried to move again, but a chill pricked the nape of his neck. A great force crashed down, and the armor shattered completely.

Qin Sang withdrew the star turban, flashed forward, and together with his incarnation pressed from front and back, every strike aimed at a vital point.

Before long, Daoist Fang’s body hung limply in Qin Sang’s grasp, utterly lifeless.

"After cultivating both spells and body and then unleashing the sword wheel, my battle power has not fallen short of peak Core Formation experts. The sword wheel still has room to grow stronger. Advancing along the path of swords should not be a problem..."

Recalling the fight, Qin Sang realized he had suppressed his opponent almost the whole way. Only at the end had an accident occurred, which he had resolved with ease.

That was only natural. Daoist Fang had been a Spiritual Infant cultivator's disciple; how could he not have a method to fight to the death?

Qin Sang flipped his palm and brought out the Star Platform. He had hoped to soul-search Daoist Fang to obtain the true method of driving this treasure, but things had not gone as planned.

"So he did not know the true origin of the Star Platform either. The Black Snake Mountain's grandmaster claimed it to be a witch race supreme treasure, which is why Landou Sect, after holding it for so long, still failed to uncover its true nature and merely treated it as an aid for cultivating the Lightning Control Technique. A witch race supreme treasure... What treasure could warrant the grandmaster's uproar? And its shape is odd, a half-moon. Back in Windy Archipelago, I even found a witless witch cultivator to test it with a divine pattern, and it still showed no response..."

Qin Sang turned the Star Platform over and over, studying it. He had tried countless times over the years and still could not unravel its secret.

"Enough. That it could aid my cultivation of Heavenly Demon Body Refinement was already an unexpected boon." He shook his head, put the Star Platform away, and drew the items from Daoist Fang’s body into his hand.

"It was a pity the Blood Corpse Insects were already reclaimed by the Black Snake Mountain grandmaster. This blood sword is a valuable middle-grade astra, but it is less handy than my life-bound spiritual sword. I will let the incarnation use it for now. This Red Origin Gauze is interesting. It is not a thing of the present age..."

Qin Sang held a strip of soft red gauze. Even as an artifact-refinement adept, he could not determine the material. Even the Black Snake Mountain grandmaster had been unable to repair it.

The treasure could conceal one’s aura. Daoist Fang had used it to hide his identity and move freely within human territory.

After toying with it for a moment, Qin Sang tossed the corpse to his incarnation. He then returned to the island, carefully erased all traces, called out once to his companions, and departed at leisure.

Relying on Heavenly Demon Body Refinement, Qin Sang moved unhindered through the Demonic Sea. He did not return to Sea Toad Island to take the treasure ship, but set out alone for home, deliberately avoiding contact with other immortal cultivators.

In this way, even if the Black Snake Mountain patriarch personally came, he would not be able to track Qin Sang’s movements. With this affair concluded, Qin Sang simply waited for the opening of Seven-Kill Hall.

Before that, helping the incarnation refine the blood bead it had devoured earlier would be enough to raise it to the peak of the Core Formation Realm. With some time left before Seven-Kill Hall opened, Qin Sang found a deserted island in the Demonic Sea, opened a cave dwelling, and entered seclusion with his incarnation.

While in seclusion, Qin Sang sorted through himself. He had already done all he could to prepare. Whether he could achieve his wish in Seven-Kill Hall would be left to fate.