Becoming a true immortal through my descendents' praying

"Don’t forget he is also a Martial Cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Divinity Realm!"

"With the material of this High Grade Treasure, who could possibly cause damage?"

"After obtaining the Ruyi Sword, which is worth a full 24 gemstones, Yang Fu, at the twentieth level of Qi Cultivation, is like a tiger who has grown wings!"

"With this sword, even Elder Brother Wu Yi... is no match for me."

Swoosh!

The Ruyi Sword transformed into a silver needle, which Yang Fu stuffed into the crease of his ear.

This way, others couldn’t see his treasure, allowing him to feign weakness...

"Finally, I have a trump card..."

Originally, because he had left his storage ring outside and lost 108 trump cards, Yang Fu finally felt somewhat reassured.

"Let’s continue our mission! We’ll make Treasure Hunters out of all Cultivators... except those from the Wood Charm Sect!"

Beyond plucking the Demon Fox’s wool, Yang Fu found ways to pluck other Cultivators’ wool too!

...

"Cough cough~ This is the place, pal."

A pale-faced man pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth.

Thump thump thump!

The coffin he carried on his back made noises, as if responding to the man’s words.

The Yin Family.

An Immortal Clan forgotten in history.

He stepped out from the Secret Realm, leading the Yin Family to re-emerge into the world.

"Cough cough~ The old ancestor deduced that only the pinnacle of Foundation Establishment would become the biggest winner in this strife, so Emperor Yin came."

Wiping his mouth again, Emperor Yin held a red rope in his hand and tied it around the coffin on his back.

"With the Heart Bound Rope, my partner and I are originally one body split into two..."

"With the Heart Bound Rope, my partner and I are originally one body split into two..."

Emperor Yin and the voice from inside the coffin spoke in unison.

Then they flew into the Dragon God Immortal Palace.

Buzz!

When Emperor Yin regained consciousness, the coffin... was still there.

The Dragon God Immortal Palace had not identified it as an external object, nor as another Cultivator...

The red rope came undone.

The coffin shook violently, as if whatever was inside sensed something and was eager to emerge.

"Cough cough~ Easy, old pal, I’ll let you feast this time... The people here are very fresh."

"Young man, why do you look so pale... care to play a game of chess with me?"

A shadow of a three-tailed fox addressed Emperor Yin, seemingly eager to prove something.

"Is it a trap... cough cough~ it doesn’t matter. If so, I’ll just kill it."

The pale-faced Emperor Yin threw the coffin at the Shadow of Demon Fox.

Crack crack crack~

The coffin opened midair, releasing a figure covered in black qi... Emperor Yin!

His body was covered in decay spots, exuding an endless stream of Corpse Qi.

The black Emperor Yin charged at the Demon Fox!

With one swipe!

Boom!

A golden mirror appeared, preventing his claw from getting through.

The black Emperor Yin stood in the sky, folding his arms.

He opened his mouth wide.

Whoosh!!!

A thick black stream of Corpse Qi shot towards the Shadow of Demon Fox.

Boom!

The golden mirror appeared again, stopping the attack of the black Emperor Yin, but ripples vibrated across its surface, struggling to settle.

The Shadow of Demon Fox smirked disdainfully.

"I am a chess official of the Dragon God Immortal Palace, blessed by the Dragon God. Do you still think you can kill me?"

"Cough cough~ I see, my apologies,"

The pale-faced Emperor Yin beckoned, and the black Emperor Yin, visibly reluctant, was retracted into the coffin before he turned and left.

"Aren’t you going to play a round?"

The Shadow of the Demon Fox grew anxious, having finally encountered a decent person. If he ran away, where would it absorb Essence Qi?

"I’m not skilled in chess, so I won’t be playing with you, cough cough~"

"Hehe~ as long as you are in this palace, you’ll eventually play with me... but next time it won’t be you coming on your own."

Emperor Yin hunched his back, carrying a coffin as he left.

Bang bang bang!

The coffin behind him continued to knock.

He flew in one direction for a while until he saw three Cultivators entangled in a fight with Shadows of the Myriad Tribes.

A smile spread across his pale face.

"Old buddy, it’s time to eat..."

Crack crack crack~

The coffin behind him flew out.

The black Emperor Yin opened his large mouth, with a nefarious grin on his face covered in corpse spots.

A massive surge of Corpse Qi enveloped the three Cultivators and the three Shadows of the Myriad Tribes...

"Ahhhh! Who’s ambushing us!"

"Such strong Corpse Qi, it’s a Demon Cultivator!"

"Please spare our lives! We’re willing to play chess... or do anything else!"

"What is this cultivation level? Why can’t the three of us move at all!!"

"We are under Yang Fu, you’ll be chased by him ahhhhh!"

The three Cultivators used all their Spiritual Power but failed to escape, becoming mummified corpses...

The Shadows of the Myriad Tribes also perished in the vast Corpse Qi.

"Cough cough..."

Emperor Yin covered his mouth with a handkerchief and walked over, rummaging through their pockets but found nothing.

"Yang Fu... senior? He must have many gemstones on him..."

"Old buddy, let’s go. I’ll take you to eat some people who have plenty of gemstones."

The man and coffin flew through the air, their speed reaching the extreme.

...

Bang!

Wu Yi exploded a Shadow of the Myriad Tribes, while Yang Fushuo happily went to loot the corpse.

Meanwhile, Rashah Tiger was shining its eyes like gemstones, searching for the next target. In the darkness of the night, its vision was as clear as daylight, capable of seeing things far beyond the range of Spiritual Sense.

A trio focused on finding monsters, fighting, and looting corpses.

Their cooperation was extremely tacit.

Ding ding ding~

Ding ding ding ding~

A strange melody suddenly emanated from the palace.

The three of them turned serious.

"What’s that sound?"

"Could it be one of those high-level Shadows of the Myriad Tribes?"

"What new trick is this?"

"Shall we go and see?"

"Let’s go!"

The audacious trio headed straight over.

At this time, a female Cultivator was playing a long zither in the palace.

After one song, Cultivators and Shadows of the Myriad Tribes from tens of miles around were drawn to this place.

Feeling the people approaching from outside, the female Cultivator slightly raised an eyebrow.

"Shangguan Yixiao invites you all to listen to another tune."

The style of music changed.

Wham!!!

A killing wind blew!

The Cultivators and Shadows of the Myriad Tribes around instantly plunged into chaos!

The approaching Yang Fushuo suddenly felt... his mind filling up with a surge of bloodthirst!