Ye Xuan looked down and saw that the Spirit Corpse’s hip-length hair had wrapped securely around his waist.
Without hesitation, he immediately drew his longsword, wanting to sever the strands.
CLANG CLANG CLANG.
Sparks flew in all directions. The blade of the Spirit-grade Treasure Sword actually chipped in several places, yet those thin strands of hair remained completely unscathed.
"What the hell, is this even hair? It’s one thing for her body to be this monstrous, but why is her hair this absurd as well?" he cursed inwardly.
While he was reeling in shock, the Spirit Corpse’s long hair retracted, pulling Ye Xuan rapidly toward her. He could even feel her icy body temperature. From a distance, it looked as though Ye Xuan was being embraced by the Spirit Corpse. The posture was incredibly intimate.
Standing at roughly 175 centimeters tall, paired with her bewitching face, she resembled an aloof, wicked queen. Only, this queen did not seem too fond of wearing clothes.
However, Ye Xuan was in no mood to appreciate the beautiful sight before him, because the Spirit Corpse had already begun attacking the Dragon Soul protecting his body.
BOOM BOOM BOOM.
The immense force made the earth tremble. Unable to break free, Ye Xuan could only passively take the beating. Cracks appeared on the Dragon Soul once more. About five minutes later, the Dragon Soul shattered completely, and he violently coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"I... want... you!"
The Spirit Corpse’s voice rang out again. She lowered her head, leaning in close to Ye Xuan’s ear. Goosebumps instantly erupted all over his body. If any other woman had said that, he might have been thrilled. But this was a damn corpse!
"I want you? What does she want me for? It couldn’t be that, could it? I’m still a virgin!" he thought helplessly.
Ye Xuan desperately wanted to resist, but he couldn’t. His body was bound so tightly by the endless strands of hair that he couldn’t move an inch.
The next moment, he felt a cold sensation on his neck. The Spirit Corpse’s nose touched his skin. She took a deep sniff and actually broke into a smile.
"Fragrant... so fragrant...
"I want you... I want you!"
An excited light actually gleamed in the Spirit Corpse’s eyes.
RIP.
With a soft sound, the Spirit Corpse opened her cherry-red lips and bit down hard on Ye Xuan’s neck.
GLUG GLUG GLUG.
The sickening sound of sucking blood echoed continuously. Ye Xuan felt the blood inside his body rapidly draining away. In just a few breaths, this Spirit Corpse had sucked away no less than four hundred milliliters of blood.
"I’m doomed! Am I going to be turned into a zombie?" he thought with a wave of despair.
He finally understood why the Forbidden Area was called the Forbidden Area. For cultivators in the Super Spirit Realm, entering this place meant certain death. Those who managed to escape were merely lucky. Moreover, they weren’t actually alive anymore; they had been turned into zombies, reduced to nothing more than the living dead.
"Ah... so delicious, so delicious! Wonderful! My body feels so warm."
The Spirit Corpse pulled her mouth away, her eyes practically sparkling with stars. It seemed Ye Xuan’s blood was an absolute delicacy. Holding onto his neck, she took several more forceful gulps. Ye Xuan’s face visibly paled at a rapid pace. Yet, the Spirit Corpse still seemed unsatisfied, greedily devouring his blood in large mouthfuls. Perhaps because she was sucking too frantically, a streak of blood escaped the corner of her mouth, trickling down Ye Xuan’s arm and dripping onto the ground.
"This is bad. If this keeps up, I’m going to be turned into a zombie!
"Dragon Capturing Cauldron... I know you have a spirit. Do you have a way to save me? Otherwise, I’m going to kick the bucket!" Ye Xuan screamed frantically in his mind.
His only reliance now was the Dragon Capturing Cauldron. Unfortunately, it gave absolutely no response. If he had known this would happen, he wouldn’t have played the hero and entered the Forbidden Area. But then again, even if he hadn’t come, the Gongsun family wouldn’t have let him off the hook either.
"No, I can’t die!" he thought.
Just as Ye Xuan was growing frantic, the blood from his neck trickled all the way down his arm to his fingers, dyeing the Storage Ring he wore a deep, bloody red.
The next moment, a bizarre scene unfolded. The Storage Ring actually began to emit light, completely absorbing the blood pooled in the crevices of his fingers. As more blood entered it, the ring’s glow grew increasingly intense.
The Spirit Corpse, who had been in a state of sheer intoxication, seemed to sense a massive crisis. Her thousands of hair strands abruptly retracted, and her body vanished in a flash, darting away from Ye Xuan. However, she didn’t retreat far, clearly reluctant to let him go. She made to step forward several times but ultimately restrained herself.
Right now, she was staring at Ye Xuan’s hand with deep apprehension. More accurately, she was staring at the Storage Ring.
The glow of the Storage Ring became blindingly bright. One by one, bizarre, ancient characters floated out from within it. These were Buddhist scriptures.
"Om... Qinxi reza hong...
"Om... Palamani..."
As more and more Buddhist Texts appeared, it sounded as though a pantheon of Buddhas were chanting all around them. The voices were not deafening, yet they made the Spirit Corpse clutch her head. She appeared to be in immense agony.
Amidst the chanting, a book radiating golden light floated into the air. Seeing this book, Ye Xuan’s pupils contracted sharply. Wasn’t this the wordless black book he had obtained from those bandits? He had inspected it for a long time back then but couldn’t figure out what was so special about it.
But now, the book shone with a brilliant golden light, and golden ancient characters had materialized on its cover. There were three ancient characters in total, each only the size of a thumb. They weren’t difficult to recognize.
Ye Xuan let out an immediate gasp of astonishment. "The Demon Subduing Scripture. It’s actually the Demon Subduing Scripture!"
The three characters read exactly that: Demon Subduing Scripture.
The Demon Subduing Scripture was the supreme treasure of the Buddhist Sect. It was the absolute bane of all evil beings in the world. However, such a scripture was said to exist only in legends. No one even knew if it truly existed or not. Who could have imagined that a lowly bandit would actually deliver such a supreme treasure into his hands!
The moment the Demon Subduing Scripture appeared, the Spirit Corpse let out a shriek and turned to flee. She clearly sensed the deadly threat and no longer cared about how delicious Ye Xuan’s blood was. But how could the Demon Subduing Scripture allow her to escape?
The book shot toward the Spirit Corpse like a bolt of lightning. Before the scripture even reached her, thousands of Buddhas began to chant. The Spirit Corpse, who had just used Instant Movement and was on the verge of vanishing from sight, suddenly collapsed to the ground.
Soon, the scripture flew directly above the Spirit Corpse’s head. Thousands of rays of Buddhist light showered down like spring rain. At this moment, Buddha’s Light Shines Everywhere. The entire Secret Realm was dyed in a layer of golden brilliance. It was as if this was no longer a Secret Realm, but a pure land of the Buddhist Sect.
"It hurts... it hurts so much..." the Spirit Corpse let out a hoarse cry.
She groveled on the ground as her body began to burn. The Buddhist light acted like peerless flames, threatening to reduce her to ashes.
"No... no... it hurts... it hurts... Uncle... Uncle..."
The Spirit Corpse suddenly looked at Ye Xuan. It seemed she was calling him her uncle. But Ye Xuan knew she wasn’t trying to claim him as family; she was begging for help. She curled up her body, looking exactly like a wounded little rabbit.
Ye Xuan didn’t speak. Frowning slightly, he raised his hand in a symbolic gesture. As if heeding his call, the Demon Subduing Scripture actually flew right back into his hand.
"It really obeys my commands. But how is this possible? Could it be... the blood!" he thought.
Ye Xuan had only been giving it a try; he hadn’t expected it to actually work. A sharp light flashed in his eyes. If he remembered correctly, his blood had dripped onto the Storage Ring, and then it had been absorbed by the Demon Subduing Scripture inside.
In other words, the method to claim ownership of the Demon Subduing Scripture was incredibly basic—it actually required a simple blood binding. After all, who could have ever imagined that something this powerful would be bound by a simple drop of blood?