Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 222 - 179: Ghost in the Abandoned Temple on a Rainy Night? (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 222: Chapter 179: Ghost in the Abandoned Temple on a Rainy Night? (Please Subscribe)

Chen Qi felt a severe chill in his womb, an intense chill.

Though he was a man, clearly without a womb, at that moment, the thought consumed his mind.

As a man who once had many glorious achievements, he also understood women.

He felt as if he had transformed into a woman, mysteriously acquiring a womb and suffering from an unprecedented womb chill that made his whole body tremble.

In a daze, he felt that he exhaled a vast expanse of chill air.

Afterward, Chen Qi was horrified to discover that the yang qi he had absorbed for years was rapidly depleting, and his entire being once again became extremely cold.

Then, pain followed.

It was as if he had suddenly gained an extra meridian that was experiencing unbearable pain.

Menstrual cramps?

Womb chill and menstrual cramps?

Chen Qi was in immense fear.

Years ago, he had his yang qi completely drained by the Red House Mad Woman, and with the yinyang imbalance in his body, he became exceedingly cold. He barely survived by absorbing the villagers’ yang qi from Black Mountain Village, gradually clinging to life and returning to normal.

But now, as Moonlight entered his body, his yang qi was rapidly dissolved, and his entire being reverted to that extremely cold constitution.

No, it was even more severe than before!

Chen Qi snapped out of it.

He, he must go absorb yang qi immediately.

If he let Moonlight harm him further, it would kill him!

Chen Qi waved his hands, trying to use his movement technique to fly to the village, but quickly fell down.

His body had become stiff, bone-etched by the chill.

It added insult to injury!

This Moonlight not only reverted him to the state of thirty years ago but made things even worse!

At that time, after being drained by the Red House Mad Woman, he nearly died and could only have survived thanks to the medicinal herbs from his sect.

And now, the situation was even more dire!

Chen Qi desperately rushed towards Black Mountain Village.

He didn’t want to die!

He wanted to live!

To live, he was willing to drain the entire Black Mountain Village, even if it meant wiping it out!

But Chen Qi could feel the chill brought by Moonlight still spreading, and his body became more and more numb.

Suddenly, he slipped, and his whole body rolled down the slope at high speed.

There happened to be a tree at the bottom of the slope.

With a series of sharp cracks, Chen Qi’s crotch broke numerous branches, experiencing a sense of loss and pain.

With a snap, he came to a halt, impaled on a branch like a string of barbecued meat.

Chen Qi tried to move but found he could no longer do so.

His body had stiffened completely!

No, he couldn’t possibly die here!

Chen Qi struggled, but the only response was a pair of birds he startled flying above his head, dropping feces; there was no other reaction.

Last night, he had such a reaction after absorbing Li Sangou, and today, there was none.

His limbs no longer obeyed him!

Two trails of tears slipped from Chen Qi’s dark eye sockets.

He knew he was going to die!

To think he was a one-in-a-million cultivation prodigy, enduring decades of hardship, having absorbed three generations of Black Mountain Village’s people, and on the verge of returning to his peak, now he was about to die!

He couldn’t accept this!

He hated it so much!

May the green-haired master of the transmitting pole skills be damned!

And so, Old Demon Chen Qi of Black Mountain died.

He died atop a crooked tree, his whole body rigid.

Thus concluded his quite laborious and sinful life.

Though his body was already stiff, his chest was slightly swelling.

Under Moonlight’s illumination, it became quite difficult to distinguish between male and female.

The next day, a villager discovered Chen Qi’s corpse and was terribly frightened.

Because his pale appearance was really too similar to a demon or a ghost, at first glance, it looked like a ghost had committed suicide on the tree, which was truly terrifying.

...

Today, Duan Yun and the Murong brothers had already arrived at the border between Qingzhou and Leizhou.

The journey thus far had been difficult, especially given the Murong brothers’ laziness, which made it even more exhausting.

Now the two men were sitting in a tea house, drinking tea and listening to a storyteller.

This tea house had been transformed from a previous abandoned post house, located neither near a village nor a store, where travelers could enjoy a cup of hot tea and listen to stories, truly a rare indulgence in the long and wearisome journey.

The tea was coarse tea, the tea house was simple and crude, and the level of the storyteller was mediocre at best.

At least in terms of engaging the atmosphere, he was nowhere near as good as Old Guo.

The story he told was also lackluster compared to Old Demon Duan’s thrilling tales.

The storyteller was describing a tale about the Five Tigers Head Cutting Sect’s return to the pinnacle of the martial world, to the point that Duan Yun and the Murong brothers were dozing off.

Duan Yun even thought he had returned to a math class from his previous life, with waves of sleepiness that were impossible to repel.

In front, a large group had fallen asleep.

At that moment, a swordsman could no longer hold back and slammed the table, exclaiming, "What rubbish are you spouting? Give me something spicy!"

"Hurry it up!"

"Otherwise, I’ll slice you to death with a single slash!"

As he spoke, his sword was already unsheathed.

Those who practiced martial arts more or less had their quirks, and a bad temper was the most common.

Seeing this swordsman lose his temper so abruptly, not only did the people in the tea house not step back, they seemed somewhat excited.

There was finally a show to watch!

Wasn’t this more thrilling than listening to a story?

Of course, there were those who were asleep, still snoring away.

At this point, the white-haired storyteller paused, looked at the swordsman, and said seriously, "I don’t tell spicy stories."

His toughness surprisingly made the already unsheathed swordsman pause for a moment.

"Then you change the story, dammit!"

The swordsman intended to give the storyteller a way out.

"I only know this one story."

The storyteller replied indifferently.

The swordsman gave him face, but he didn’t seem to give any respect in return.

Duan Yun and the Murong brothers couldn’t help but feel anxious for him, as the swordsman clearly seemed like he had a fierce temper.

"Damn it!"

As expected, there was a flash of Sword Light that struck like lightning, aimed directly at the storyteller’s head.

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