Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 230 - Return My Life

Rumble!

Chen Fan's condensed primeval force manifested as a palm, overturning a mountain and sending boulders, each the size of a house, soaring into the sky, filling the air with dust.

The overturned mountain revealed a grave; deep within it was a bronze coffin.

A Ten-Thousand-Year Ancient Corpse within the coffin opened its eyes, surprised that someone had ripped its roof—which was a mountain—open.

Didn’t that mean the attacker could move mountains?

Whether in the Spring Autumn Sect or other sects, the fifth level of the Yuanfu realm was a dividing range. Disciples below the fifth level were elites, while those in the fifth level were core disciples, receiving the sect's most intensive nurturing.

In summary, the significance lay in the substantial difference between the fourth and fifth levels of the Yuanfu realm.

A fourth-level Yuanfu realm expert could destroy a mountain, but they couldn’t toy with it like it was a stone. Experts at the fifth level could treat mountains like they were pebbles—overturn them, kick them away, and even send them flying with a smack.

That was the difference!

In the Loulan Ancient Imperial City, why did Chu Tiange want Xue Chongtian’s blood demon core so badly?

He wanted to absorb the essence within, break his shackles, and advance to the fifth level.

Seconds after opening its eyes, this Ten-Thousand-Year Ancient Corpse saw a human silhouette above its coffin. The newcomer grabbed at it, pulling the ancient corpse out by the neck like he was picking up a chick.

This Ten-Thousand-Year Ancient Corpse had its fill of human blood and was cultivating in pleasure, but with this, its enjoyment had come to an end.

Upon catching sight of the teenager who had captured it, the Ten-Thousand-Year Ancient Corpse instinctively roared. Its sharp fangs extended toward Chen Fan’s palm, aiming to drain his blood.

Boom tch!

However, upon contact with Chen Fan's skin, its fangs shattered as if striking steel, causing the ancient corpse to emit a pitiful cry.

An enormous force rushed out from Chen Fan’s palm. The Ten-Thousand-Year Ancient Corpse ultimately crumbled into pieces from the impact and died. Its corpse core also fell into Chen Fan’s hand.

Despite being a mighty sixth-level expert, this corpse king usually slumbered within a mountain. It would come out to hunt for food at night and was an enormous threat to the surrounding thousands of miles.

By eliminating this threat, Chen Fan not only put an end to a potential disaster but also accumulated great virtue.

Chen Fan also received other physical benefits from the act, so he continued his killing spree as he traveled further.

He pulled out numerous thousand-year and ten-thousand-year corpse kings from the mountains and killed them to get their cores. And all this while, he hadn’t stopped killing the skeleton jiangshis.

The corpse kings used to be invincible experts lording over an area, hiding within the mountain range. They would emerge during times of demon prevalence, causing harm to the innocent.

Chen Fan's elimination of these threats could be seen as a preventive measure.

Bang, bang, bang...

Several mountain peaks were blasted away as Chen Fan left a trail of destruction in his wake within the Fiendish Corpse Mountain Range.

His cultivation soared rapidly, and he could unleash his real strength here to unleash devastating power with every punch and kick.

If he used all his strength, he could uproot mountains like he was uprooting saplings, resembling an invincible war god flattening the land.

The Fiendish Corpse Mountain Range faced a calamity under his unstoppable advance, with crumbled peaks and dispelled corrupted forces marking his path.

Chen Fan even had the idea to simply raze the Fiendish Corpse Mountain Range to prevent the jiangshi army from causing harm.

Countless slumbering corpse kings were still in their sweet dreams when Chen Fan directly killed them.

In less than a day, Chen Fan had killed five Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Kings—all at the sixth level.

He killed so many Thousand-Year Corpse Kings that he couldn’t even keep up the count on his fingers. As for the skeleton jiangshis... who was even counting?

As he delved deeper, Chen Fan's aura grew increasingly strong. He was on the verge of breaking through to the next level.

“Return my life... return my life...”

Suddenly, a haunting noise reached his ears, akin to the murmur of a wandering ghost.

The corpse qi ahead intensified, turning the ground pitch-black and distorting the air. The once-visible mountain range now appeared shrouded in a dark, blurry fog. He couldn’t even see the silhouette of a mountain range now.

Numerous wailings filled the area as hideous ghostly faces appeared in the distorted air, making his hair stand on end.

He was almost at the center of the Fiendish Corpse Mountain Range, where no one came all year round because it was too evil.

Fifth-level Yuanfu realm experts could resist the corrosion of the nefarious qi and corpse qi. However, they would be completely exhausted after dealing with multiple corpse kings to get here. The evil qi would then invade them and turn them into a jiangshi.

There were wandering ghosts among the many hideous ghostly faces in the evil qi ahead.

They had perished within the Fiendish Corpse Mountain Range, and over time, their bodies transformed into skeletal jiangshi. Yet, their reluctance and even resentment during their demise led to a gradual separation from their corpses in this place’s unique environment, transforming them into ghost-like entities.

These ghosts retained the diverse desires they possessed in life, with a profound craving for flesh and blood.

They could pick up the scent of flesh and blood even from ten thousand miles away. They wanted to devour Chen Fan’s flesh and blood and take over his body.

“It is said that the Fountain of Life is formed in an extraordinary environment, that is, in the evilest Yin places. The extreme Yin turns into extreme Yang, and from there, there’s a certain chance of giving birth to the Fountain of Life...”

Chen Fan’s eyes flickered.

He looked at the wandering, lonely ghosts ahead, not showing any signs of fear on his face. Instead, he revealed a look of joy.

The presence of these ghosts indicated an environment saturated with extreme Yin, suggesting the Fountain of Life could emerge here.

Chen Fan speculated that the location where Duan Jingtian had sent Lei Tao, Chu Tiange, and others to retrieve the Fountain of Life might be this very area.

Although Chen Fan didn’t sense their auras, he felt he would encounter them if he just waited here.

“Return my life... return my life...”

Mournful noises rang in his ears repeatedly from all directions.

These ghosts had the same ability as the Flying Yaksha, which was to attack the minds of martial artists. These mournful noises were them trying to attack Chen Fan’s mental state.

Should Chen Fan's mental resilience falter, even for a moment, these ghosts would seize the opportunity to attack him and drain the energy from his flesh and blood, ultimately reducing him to a dry husk.

These ghosts dared not approach him now because Chen Fan was closely guarding his mind, and the heaven-refining flames—the antithesis to all things evil—were floating around him.

However, the qi in Chen Fan’s flesh and blood was extremely tempting to these ghosts. It was a heavenly delicacy.

Still, they didn’t dare to come closer and could only keep wandering around him, emitting mental fluctuations to exploit any potential vulnerabilities in Chen Fan's mental defenses.