Translator: CinderTL
"He may be your Bao Clan's Ancestor, but he's not mine," Song Wen retorted, glancing back at the massive gate. As the four entered the pavilion, the gate had slammed shut with a resounding boom, activating a powerful formation.
This meant that everything within the cultivation cave would remain completely hidden from the outside world.
Song Wen couldn't help but sneer inwardly. They're practically begging for death.
"How dare you disrespect the Ancestor! You're asking for it!" Bao Rong roared, raising her right hand.
Spiritual light shimmered around her palm as she swung a vicious slap at Song Wen.
Without dodging or blocking, Song Wen casually flicked his wrist, moving faster than her strike.
Pah!
A resounding slap echoed through the cave.
Bao Rong was sent flying through the air, blood and teeth spraying from her mouth. She crashed down two zhang away, landing right in front of Bao Tianming's stone couch.
"You... you dare strike me, this young lady!"
Bao Rong's face burned with pain, her fury boiling over.
Her right cheek was swollen and crimson, the clear imprint of five fingers stark against her skin. Only a few teeth remained in her mouth.
Though consumed by rage, she wasn't blinded by it. Knowing Wen Xuan wasn't as simple as he appeared, she remained prostrate on the ground, pleading with Bao Tianming.
"Ancestor, this man dares to strike you before your very eyes—a grave act of disrespect. I beg you, Ancestor, to take action and slay him!"
Bao Tianming didn't rush to attack. Instead, he scrutinized Song Wen with a cold, piercing gaze.
"Who exactly are you, sir? What are your intentions in coming to the Bao Clan?"
A faint smile curled at the corners of Song Wen's lips.
"Didn't you summon me here yourself? To investigate Li Tu's massacre of mortals?" Song Wen replied.
Seeing Song Wen's calm, fearless demeanor, Bao Tianming grew increasingly wary and uncertain.
The fact that Song Wen had injured Bao Rong without using any spiritual power—relying solely on his physical strength—made it impossible to gauge the depth of his abilities.
"Let me remind you, fellow daoist," Bao Tianming said, "this is my cultivation cave, protected by a trapping and killing formation. Moreover, the Bao Clan possesses a Clan Protection Formation. Even if you possess heaven-defying skills, you'll find no advantage in infiltrating our clan."
The smile on Song Wen's face deepened.
Song Wen remained wary of the Duan Family of Mount Taichuan's Clan Protection Formation, given the three Body Integration Stage cultivators guarding it.
However, he held the Bao Clan's formation in utter contempt, as their clan only possessed Void Refinement Stage cultivators.
Whether he chose to forcibly break through the formation or slaughter the entire Bao Clan, leaving no one to control it before dismantling it, neither posed any challenge to Song Wen.
"I have no time to waste on you fools," Song Wen declared. "Quickly reveal the whereabouts of the Six Fiends Hall's corpse cultivators, and I'll grant you a swift end."
"So you are indeed hunting the Six Fiends Hall," Bao Tianming observed.
"Isn't your Bao Clan shielding their tracks? You're the perfect source of information," Song Wen retorted.
"Daring to act so arrogantly in my cultivation cave? You truly underestimate me, Bao Tianming!"
Bao Tianming roared, his hands swiftly forming a seal.
Black spiritual light erupted from the four corners of the room.
"Stubborn fool!" Song Wen spat, a blood sea surging beneath his feet.
Four blood-colored tentacles shot forth from the crimson tide, each coiling around one of the Bao Clan members.
"A Body Integration Stage cultivator!"
In that instant, Song Wen's aura was fully revealed.
Finally understanding Song Wen's cultivation level brought Bao Tianming only boundless terror.
He abruptly retreated, but the Blood-colored Tentacle moved with impossible speed, leaving him no chance to evade or activate the Entrapment Formation.
As the tentacle closed in, Bao Tianming abandoned his seal-casting and drew a longsword.
He swung the sword, aiming to sever the approaching Blood-colored Tentacle.
Clang!
The seemingly supple tentacle, like a living serpent, proved as hard as metal and stone.
Bao Tianming felt a violent backlash that numbed his arm, cracked his palm, and sent the sword flying from his grip.
Before he could react further, the tentacle had already coiled around his legs, rapidly snaking upward to bind his arms and torso in an inescapable embrace.
As for Bao Rong and the other two Divine Transformation Stage cultivators, they were even more helpless, offering no resistance before being ensnared by the tentacle.
The trio now stood pale as death, their faces etched with horror and despair.
They had thought they were merely capturing a meddlesome rogue cultivator in the Divine Transformation Stage, but instead, they had brought back a Body Integration Stage killing god!
Even Bao Tianming, a formidable cultivator himself, couldn't withstand a single move from him and was utterly crushed.
"Speak," Song Wen commanded, manipulating his tentacles to bring the four captives before him. "Where exactly are the Six Fiends Hall members?"
Bao Rong and the other two clearly had no idea, their gazes shifting to Bao Tianming.
But Bao Tianming remained stubborn.
"This junior doesn't understand what Senior is talking about. The Bao Clan has never had any dealings with demonic cultivators."
"Heh," Song Wen sneered. "It seems you need a little persuasion to loosen your tongue."
"Ah—!"
A bloodcurdling scream suddenly erupted from Bao Tianming's mouth.
Sharp, needle-like thorns erupted from the tentacles binding him, piercing his flesh, organs, and bones.
The agony, searing deep into his marrow, left Bao Tianming wishing for death.
If the tentacles were withdrawn at that moment, Bao Tianming's body would have been revealed as a mangled mess of blood and flesh, his bones shattered beyond repair. Even standing would have been an impossible task.
"Bao Tianming, enduring such torment for the Six Fiends Hall is hardly worth it," Song Wen said. "If you refuse to speak, I doubt the entire Bao Clan is ignorant. At worst, I'll slaughter them all until someone cracks."
"I... I'll talk," Bao Tianming gasped, his voice strained through the excruciating pain.
"I don't know their exact location," Bao Tianming said. "I only helped them collect Corpse Dao spiritual materials and killed some rogue cultivators and mortals to refine blood essence. I know nothing else."
"How do you contact them?" Song Wen pressed.
"I can't initiate contact. They always reach out to me first," Bao Tianming replied.
"In that case, you're useless!" Song Wen's voice turned icy cold.
The sharp barbs on the Blood-colored Tentacle, which had retracted moments earlier, slowly extended again.
"I have another batch of spiritual materials and blood essence to deliver to the Six Fiends Hall in three days," Bao Tianming blurted out. "They'll send someone to Anmu City then."
"Three days?" Song Wen frowned deeply, pondering for a moment. "Where are the spiritual materials and blood essence?"
"The blood essence isn't fully refined yet. The spiritual materials are in my storage ring," Bao Tianming said.
A tentacle as thick as a chopstick extended from the main mass, coiled around the ring on Bao Tianming's hand, and delivered it to Song Wen.
Song Wen activated his divine sense, forcibly breaking through the divine soul imprint Bao Tianming had left on the ring.
Inside, he indeed found a large quantity of Corpse Dao spiritual materials, though mostly low-tier fifth and sixth-tier materials. These were, however, the most commonly used and consumed materials by corpse cultivators.
"Where do you refine the blood essence?" Song Wen asked.
(End of the Chapter)
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