Netherworld.

Main Residence of the Yanw Family.

Inside the Main Hall.

"Die!" Wang Xiaoqiang wielded the War God Hammer with another swing, the blast of air waves exploded, roaring and surging, and immediately, several members of the Yanw Clan, still struggling on the ground badly injured, were sent flying by the waves, spewing fresh blood and perishing.

In the vast hall, the Yanw Clan members were either dead or wounded, their plight distressingly tragic.

Watching his clansmen being slaughtered by Wang Xiaoqiang, dying one after another, King Yan's body trembled, closing his eyes in agony. Although he knew he was no match for Wang Xiaoqiang, he finally couldn't resist taking action,

He stretched out his hand, five fingers upward, the palm flashed with light, then flashed again, and on the third flash, it suddenly lengthened and brightened, transforming into a short spear as the light faded.

The short spear was pitch black, with ghostly face patterns engraved upon it. Once the spear formed, a rolling corpse mist surged, accompanied by the wailing of spirits. The sound was disturbing.

He held the spear, throwing it at Wang Xiaoqiang.

The spear charged out with a boom, aiming to pierce Wang Xiaoqiang from behind. It was a sneak attack. The speed was incredibly fast, surpassing supersonic.

Wang Xiaoqiang heard the sound from behind, realizing he couldn't dodge, his form swayed, and swiftly transformed into Golden Flow State.

The spear pierced through the flowing gold, creating a hollow.

But soon, the flowing gold merged once more, repairing the hollow, then condensed and transformed into a golden short spear, thrusting towards King Yan.

King Yan thought his sneak attack was successful, achieving a strike to kill Wang Xiaoqiang, but unexpectedly, not only did he fail to inflict any harm, but he also received a fatal blow in return.

Seeing Wang Xiaoqiang's body transform into a spear and thrust towards him, King Yan swiftly dodged, but it was too late, and with a whoosh, the spear pierced his right arm, going through it and bringing out a gush of blood.

"Ah!"

King Yan's body trembled tremendously, his hair disheveled, and he cried out in pain.

The golden short spear shot out from his right arm, slightly revolving backward, and with a puff, pierced through King Yan's chest, bringing out another gush of blood.

Severely injured, King Yan cried out in pain once more, his face turned pale immediately. Almost instinctively, he gathered the corpse qi throughout his body, surging it to the wound on his chest to heal it. He glared furiously at the spear, shouting, "You, you really want to exterminate us all?"

The golden short spear suddenly transformed back into flowing gold, then condensed into a human form, and turned back into Wang Xiaoqiang.

Wang Xiaoqiang stared at King Yan, saying, "Ghost Cultivators are indeed a major enemy of the Human Clan, and exterminating them is a great blessing for humanity. Now that your Yanw family has a blood feud with me, I naturally won't show mercy!"

Wang Xiaoqiang spoke coldly, but did not take King Yan's life immediately. He aimed to keep him in a state between life and death, watching his clansmen die one by one, a fate more agonizing than death.

With a wave of his hand, the Demon Droplet flew out from the Sumeru Ring, rushing towards the Yanw Clan members...

Whoosh... puff... whoosh... puff... whoosh... puff... whoosh... puff...

The terrifying sounds echoed in the hall, as the Demon Droplet, swift as lightning, continuously pierced the chests of the Yanw Clan members, bringing out gushing blood, and for every sound, a ghost cultivator fell, dying on the spot.

The Yanw Clan members, seeing Wang Xiaoqiang's overwhelming power and ruthless methods, couldn't resist and tried to escape, only to be ambushed and killed by Ding Chunqiu and his group before they could leave the Yanw family.

The Yanw family had only a few hundred people at most, not nearly enough to withstand the onslaught of Wang Xiaoqiang and Ding Chunqiu's party. In less than the time of an incense stick, all the strong members of the Yanw family were slaughtered, with even women facing merciless death, leaving only the children.

"You won't even spare the children?" King Yan lay weakly on the ground, too injured to rise as he watched the deadly round object rush towards a child. He cried out in pain and hoarseness.

With a thought, Wang Xiaoqiang stopped the Demon Droplet. His original intent was to annihilate the Yanw family to quell his anger, however, when truly facing the children, he hesitated. His gaze shifted sharply to King Yan, coldly saying, "If you wish for the Yanw family to leave behind descendants, there's one thing you must agree to."

Hearing this, King Yan was slightly agitated, vowing earnestly, "Whatever it is, just say it. As long as I can do it, I will."

"A relative of mine, named Lotus Princess, died at the hands of your son, the Sky Obscuring Lord. I need you to help resurrect her," Wang Xiaoqiang said.

"As long as her physical body is intact and her soul and spirit are not destroyed, I can certainly resurrect her," King Yan confidently replied.

Wang Xiaoqiang said, "Her physical body is in the Ice Coffin, naturally intact, and her six souls are all within the Netherworld. I trust you have the ability to find them..."

"Of course," King Yan replied.

"Good, I need you to do it immediately," Wang Xiaoqiang said, retrieving the Demon Droplet without hesitation and taking out a Blood Lotus, throwing it to King Yan, saying, "This is a Blood Lotus, which can heal injuries rapidly. Eat it, and your wounds will quickly recover."

King Yan took the Blood Lotus, swallowed it, and as the blood qi spread, his wounds rapidly healed. He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes to adjust momentarily, then stood up, went into the inner hall, took out a record book, and began searching for the registration record of when Lotus Princess's soul entered the Netherworld.

...

With King Yan at the lead, Lotus Princess's soul was quickly found. King Yan captured Lotus Princess's six strands of soul into an earthen jar covered with ghost talismans, then went with Wang Xiaoqiang and his group, leaving the Netherworld and arriving at the Immortal Realm, specifically at the City of Heavenly Pride.

In the City of Heavenly Pride.

Jin Qiaoqiao and Princess Hua Shao waited expectantly, especially Princess Hua Shao, who couldn't eat or drink, waiting for news. Suddenly seeing Wang Xiaoqiang and his group return safely, and bringing along a high-cultivation ghost cultivator, she was joyfully surprised.

With her discerning eyes, it was clear her mother could be saved.

King Yan followed Wang Xiaoqiang to the secret chamber and saw Lotus Princess in the Ice Coffin, remarking in admiration, thinking how rare that this woman even in death remained beautiful.

"Fortunately, her body hasn't suffered any damage. King Yan, there shouldn't be any problem resurrecting her, right?" Wang Xiaoqiang said with satisfaction but with a trace of unease.

Though Wang Xiaoqiang had killed all the adults in his clan, King Yan harbored immense hatred but had to resurrect this woman for his family to retain a lineage. Nodding affirmatively, he said, "No problem, but it requires half a basin of human essence blood..."

"No problem," Wang Xiaoqiang was about to instruct to draw blood when King Yan added, "It needs to be from a single person, preferably someone she was close to. If it's her relative, even better. For example, her husband..."

"Her husband is already dead," Wang Xiaoqiang said with some disappointment.

"Then, does she have any children?"

"She has a daughter."

"Then use her daughter's."

"That's impossible. Half a basin of essence blood is almost half of what's in a human body, which would be fatal," Wang Xiaoqiang naturally didn't want Princess Hua Shao to take such a risk.

"There's no other option. Relatives' blood has higher cohesion, aiding the soul's entry..."

"Does it absolutely have to be a relative's blood?"

"Others can also work, but it would be more difficult, and she would be particularly close to that person once resurrected. If it's an unrelated person, it could cause unnecessary awkwardness."

"Then take my blood. When she was alive, we were friends," Wang Xiaoqiang said.

King Yan cast an odd glance at Wang Xiaoqiang, thinking that this god of death surprisingly had sentiments and loyalty, but once resurrected, this woman would surely cling to him.

That wasn't King Yan's concern. His task was to resurrect Lotus Princess. What unexpected actions Lotus Princess might take afterward had nothing to do with him. So he said no more, simply instructing Wang Xiaoqiang to draw blood.

Wang Xiaoqiang still had ten Blood Lotuses in his Sumeru Ring. He consumed two daily, then released the essence blood. It took a total of five days to finally release half a basin of essence blood.

With his Undying Golden Body, complemented by the blood-boosting Blood Lotus, and by releasing essence blood in stages, his physical body sustained no damage. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)

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