Chapter 102 · Underground Palace, Dragon Soul, Shameless Attempts

The Netherfire spewing from the nine-headed snake totem on the bronze sedan chair, like a cluster of eerie green flames, illuminated the underground palace's corridor.

The flames flickered as if alive, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

Lu Qingyang stood in the corridor, his figure somewhat blurred in the glow of the Netherfire.

With a gentle flick of his finger, the corner of the cloth stained with Dragon blood floated away like a petal caught in the wind.

At the same time, a group of tattered Yin Soldiers surged from the depths of the corridor, their figures appearing exceptionally ferocious in the light of the Netherfire.

Lu Qingyang's expression remained unchanged; the Sword Qi from his Qingming Sword split the oncoming tattered Yin Soldiers like lightning.

"You sacrificial attendants are more diligent than your master!" Lu Qingyang's voice echoed continuously in the dark and narrow corridor, as if it could penetrate the walls and reach every corner.

His tone carried a hint of mockery, finding the actions of these sacrificial victims somewhat amusing; at the same time, it revealed undisguised disdain, as if they were not worthy of being compared to him.

With a slight movement of his sleeve, a swarm of Food-Eating Ants poured out.

These Food-Eating Ants, like hungry locusts, quickly swarmed the dark patterns on the bronze sedan chair's curtain.

Their sharp teeth gnawed at the patterns, producing crisp sounds.

As the Food-Eating Ants gnawed, the dark patterns on the bronze sedan chair's curtain gradually peeled off, revealing the star iron beneath.

The star iron fragments bitten off by the Food-Eating Ants fell like scattered stars.

Lu Qingyang unhurriedly collected these star iron fragments into his pocket, placing them with the half-broken sword.

The corner of his mouth curved slightly, seemingly quite pleased with this unexpected gain.

Wanbao Louzhu's Flow Splitting Thorn pressed against his neck, and the witch clan birthmark on her chest resonated with the runes inside the sedan chair: "Hand over the Witch Cauldron Blood Crystal."

Lu Qingyang suddenly spun around and crashed into her arms, his nose brushing past the faint fragrance of her necklace: "Sister, since you're throwing yourself into my arms like this, your little brother will only accept Spirit Stones as a token of love."

The Qingming Sword sheath precisely flicked open the brocade pouch at her waist, and three Body Tempering Dragon Blood Pills rolled into a hidden pocket in his sleeve, as twelve bronze lamps fell from the underground palace's dome.

"You brat are seeking death!" Wanbao Louzhu crushed a jade talisman, summoning six Dragon bone Puppets, but Lu Qingyang slapped a Stinky Tofu Talisman onto a bronze lamp's surface.

The putrid smell caused the Puppet Formation to fall into disarray, and he seized the opportunity to leap onto a Dragon bone's cervical spine: "Do your mounts lack saddles?"

His Nascent Soul activated the 'witch clan secret canon' Corpse Control Art, and the ghost fires in the Dragon bone's eye sockets suddenly turned and lunged at their master.

Dark red blood mist seeped from the cracks in the shattered floor tiles, congealing into a phantom of an Ancient Battlefield.

A remnant Soul Transformation Stage general's soul suddenly appeared in the blood mist, his Fangtian Huaji cleaving out nine earth-shattering Qi gales.

Lu Qingyang flung out the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl's mother bead to refract the attack, and the Qingming Sword ignited three bronze lamps: "Old General, you need a pair of reading glasses!"

The exploding lamp oil, carrying the remnant soul, crashed into the sedan carriage, and the nine-headed snake totem suddenly came to life, devouring Soul Power, as a grating mechanical turning sound emanated from within the sedan chair.

"Coffin, come!" He kicked half a Dragon bone flying, sending it smashing into the sedan chair's door, and the bronze coffin leaped out from the earth's spiritual veins, blocking the rebound force.

The Nascent Soul figure, clutching a fragment of the Witch Cauldron, gnawed at the sedan curtain's runes, and the underground palace suddenly collapsed into a bottomless abyss.

Lu Qingyang, quick as a flash, grabbed Wanbao Louzhu's pibos, swinging like he was on a swing, using the pibos's strength, his figure soared lightly like a swallow towards the opposite stone platform.

"Sister, this silk is tough and resilient, perfect for tying knots to test goods!" Lu Qingyang's voice echoed in the air, seemingly with a hint of excitement.

The moment he spoke, the long sword in his hand flashed like lightning, and with a swift movement, a half-foot length of jiaoxiao silk was neatly cut off.

This jiaoxiao silk was soft yet exceptionally tough, perfectly suited for wrapping the xuanming heavy water gushing from the abyss.

Lu Qingyang skillfully unfolded the jiaoxiao silk, and as if by magic, in the blink of an eye, he tightly wrapped the surging xuanming heavy water within it.

The inscription on the stone platform sensed the heavy water's aura, revealing an Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation.

Lu Qingyang pulled out the tattered Yin Soldiers from his pocket to use as a Formation-breaking tool, yet he loudly proclaimed: "Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, let the gambling house's ever-victorious general manifest!"

The thrown tattered armor precisely jammed the Rest Gate's Formation eye, and the golden and stone fragments that splattered when the Formation shattered actually resonated with the broken sword in his sleeve.

The sound of a Chijiao Guard's horn came from across the abyss, as the Third Prince's Dragon Soul, riding a bronze war chariot, crushed the underground palace's dome.

Lu Qingyang bit his fingertip and drew a blood talisman on the broken sword, activating the Evil Qi remaining from the Ancient Battlefield: "Is Your Highness rushing to deliver a dowry?"

The Qingming Sword suddenly split into twenty-four illusions, each Sword Qi wrapped in xuanming heavy water, smashing towards the war chariot.

His Nascent Soul seized the opportunity to stuff a Body Tempering Pill into the mother bead, and the bursting spiritual power condensed into an ice bridge beneath his feet.

"Burning bridges is the Righteous Path!" Accompanied by his roar, he swung his long sword fiercely, a cold light flashed, and the ice bridge broke in response.

The fractured ice shards scattered like shattered jade, falling into the river and splashing water.

His figure, like a phantom, quickly turned and, without hesitation, crashed into the suddenly opened stone chamber.

Inside the stone chamber, it was crystal clear, with seventy-two crystal coffins neatly arranged, each containing ancient Dragon Clan secret arts.

These secret arts, illuminated by the crystal coffins, appeared mysterious and solemn.

Lu Qingyang's robes fluttered as he moved among the room full of Dragon Soul crystal pillars.

As his robe hem lightly brushed against one of the coffins, suddenly, the broken sword in his arms, as if sensing something, trembled violently.

He was startled and quickly looked down.

He saw that the witch clan blood crystal, originally embedded in the hilt of the broken sword, was now resonating with the surrounding Dragon Soul crystal pillars, emitting a faint glow.

When Wanbao Louzhu broke through the stone door, this fellow was using a smelly sock to make rubbings of the inscriptions on the crystal pillars.

"Sister, you've come at just the right time," he rattled the rubbings, "the seventh form of the Dual Cultivation Cultivation Technique, combined with this Dragon Soul nourishment..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was forced into a corner by the Flow Splitting Thorn, but the Food-Eating Ants in his sleeve had already gnawed through the ground.

The collapsed area revealed a cluster of bronze cauldrons covered in verdigris, and what was boiling inside the cauldrons was actually the weak water from the Sword Tomb's Sword Washing Pool.

"Heaven helps me!" Lu Qingyang flung out the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl to absorb the weak water, and the Qingming Sword seized the opportunity to flick off Wanbao Louzhu's hairpin.

The falling golden hairpin activated the cauldron cluster Formation, and seventy-two Sword Qi shot up from within the cauldrons.

He stepped on the Sword Qi's trajectory and leaped towards the exit, his Nascent Soul frantically absorbing the scattered Dragon Souls with the mother bead: "All you Sword Immortals, fly slower, leave some travel expenses for your little lord!"

The Chijiao Guard pursuing him crashed into the Sword Qi net, and Dragon scales and bronze fragments rained down.

The moment the underground palace completely collapsed, Lu Qingyang crushed a Body Tempering Pill to activate a blood escape.

In the blood mist, which was enveloped in xuanming heavy water, he suddenly reached out and snatched half of Wanbao Louzhu's veil: "This item will serve as a memento..."

Before he finished speaking, he had already crashed into the teleportation array, but a bronze key engraved with a nine-headed snake appeared in his palm—it was the pendant he had torn from her necklace during the earlier chaos.