"The Qifu Ling is here, and the person controlling it must be hiding nearby. Ye Ling, if you want to get rid of the Qifu Ling, you must find the person controlling it!" Zhang Muya said to Ye Ling with a firm tone.
Although Zhang Muya had no cultivation, she was once one of the most outstanding Heavenly Masters of the Zheng Yi Sect, having slain countless evil spirits. She was extremely experienced in dealing with such Qifu Ling.
"Grandma, how do you know all this?"
Zhang Xiaoxia looked at Zhang Muya in shock, not expecting to hear such professional words from her!
She had always thought Zhang Muya was just an ordinary lonely old woman, but she never expected Zhang Muya to know more about evil spirits than she did!
It was then that Zhang Xiaoxia realized Zhang Muya was no ordinary person.
"The artifact can control the distance of the Qifu Ling. What's the maximum range?"
Ye Ling scanned Long Dao Town with his divine soul but found no one using the artifact. He then asked Zhang Muya.
"Generally, a Qifu Ling cannot be more than a hundred meters away from the artifact. However, a hundred years ago, there was a corpse-driving sect under Mount Mao. They used their unique secret techniques to seal Qifu Ling, which could be controlled from as far as thirty li!"
Zhang Muya said solemnly, "This Qifu Ling has a seventh-grade cultivation. It's unlikely it's being controlled from such a distance."
If the artifact were truly thirty li away, it would be like searching for a needle in a haystack to find the person controlling this seventh-grade evil spirit.
In that case, this seventh-grade evil spirit would be equivalent to being immortal and indestructible, capable of destroying even the Zheng Yi Sect!
There couldn't possibly be such a heaven-defying evil artifact in China!
Ye Ling said, "Unfortunately, I've searched just now, and there's no one in Long Dao Town controlling this seventh-grade evil spirit. It must be a Qifu Ling from the corpse-driving sect."
"This..."
Hearing Ye Ling's words, Zhang Muya was stunned and didn't know what to do for a moment.
The person controlling the seventh-grade evil spirit was thirty li away? Wasn't that equivalent to being in an invincible position?
While Ye Ling and Zhang Muya were talking, the Qifu Ling was not idle. It grew a large amount of hair again and lunged towards Zhang Muya, its target extremely firm.
It was obvious that it wanted to kill Zhang Muya.
"Within thirty li, this area is close to Long Dao Mountain, and it's also the Heavenly Master Ordination Assembly. There are countless异士 gathered around.
"It's really troublesome to find the person controlling the Qifu Ling within this range."
As Ye Ling spoke, he used the flying sword condensed from demonic energy to sever the Qifu Ling's hair and its head, temporarily incapacitating it.
Afterward, Ye Ling extended his divine soul to thirty li away, detecting all movements within a thirty-li radius.
Within this thirty-li radius, excluding those hiding their aura, there were over three thousand 异士. Combined with evil spirits and demonic beasts, the total number exceeded four thousand.
There were over thirty large and small skirmishes, making it extremely chaotic.
"Hong Chen Pavilion, Dragon Department, Cang Yan Army... and 异士 from all over the country. There are too many interfering factors." After scanning the situation within thirty li, Ye Ling also felt a headache.
After all, he didn't know what the person he was looking for looked like. Moreover, there was no aura similar to the Qifu Ling within this thirty-li radius. Ye Ling couldn't distinguish which of the over four thousand beings with spiritual power was the one controlling the Qifu Ling.
Just as Ye Ling was investigating the surrounding 异士, the decapitated Qifu Ling revived again and relentlessly clawed at Zhang Muya, its piercing screams echoing through the small courtyard, incredibly chilling.
"Troublesome."
Seeing the Qifu Ling appear again, Ye Ling became a little impatient. A large amount of demonic energy surged from his body and poured towards the Qifu Ling, directly blasting it into pieces.
Then, the demonic energy condensed into a black ball, sealing all the fragments of the Qifu Ling within it and shrinking it to the size of a ping pong ball.
Ye Ling drew the demonic energy ball that sealed the Qifu Ling into his hand and said to Zhang Muya and Zhang Xiaoxia, "This thing can't be dealt with in a short while. Let's not worry about it for now and return to Long Dao Mountain."
"This..."
Seeing Ye Ling directly seal the Qifu Ling, Zhang Muya was dumbfounded and didn't know how to describe her feelings.
That was a seventh-grade Qifu Ling!
Who kills a seventh-grade entity as if playing, and then seals it so casually?
Zhang Xiaoxia was also a bit bewildered. She had thought Ye Ling would be in a desperate situation dealing with that seventh-grade Qifu Ling.
After all, when facing such an immortal and indestructible seventh-grade evil spirit, even an eighth-grade 异士 would be helpless against the Qifu Ling if they didn't know where the controlling person was.
But Ye Ling, after easily killing the seventh-grade evil spirit twice, then casually sealed it...
With such strength to deal with a seventh-grade Qifu Ling as if it were drinking soup, Zhang Xiaoxia couldn't imagine Ye Ling's limits.
"Let's go."
Ye Ling didn't seem to care. He tossed the small demonic energy ball that sealed the Qifu Ling in his hand and led the way out of the courtyard, heading towards Long Dao Mountain.
Zhang Xiaoxia calmed herself down and helped Zhang Muya follow.
Long Dao Town was still eerily quiet. The special gas released by Hong Chen Pavilion had not yet dissipated, and all the townspeople were asleep.
Ye Ling, Zhang Xiaoxia, and Zhang Muya walked swaggeringly down the main road. The Hong Chen Pavilion 异士 who were hidden in the dark, waiting for an opportunity, were all quietly dealt with by Ye Ling's demonic energy shadows.
Hong Chen Pavilion gradually realized that the person guarding Zhang Muya was not someone to be trifled with, and no more 异士 came to their deaths.
Leaving Long Dao Town, Ye Ling took Zhang Muya and Zhang Xiaoxia and flew up the mountain.
When Zhang Xiaoxia returned to her dormitory, she was still somewhat dazed. She had only gone down the mountain to deliver food, but she never expected so many things to happen!
"I must quickly report to Master!"
Zhang Xiaoxia patted her face to clear her head and took out her phone to notify Zhang Daoyuan, but she was stopped by Ye Ling.
Ye Ling said, "Don't let anyone else know about Grandma coming up the mountain for now."
A hint of confusion flashed in Zhang Xiaoxia's eyes, and she asked, "Why?"
Ye Ling replied, "There's no 'why.' Some things are not for you to know."
Zhang Xiaoxia froze, not knowing what to say.
Zhang Muya said at this moment, "Ye Ling, the person controlling the Qifu Ling hasn't surfaced yet. If he has another seventh-grade Qifu Ling, we might bring disaster to the sect at Zheng Yi Sect. Why don't we leave here first?"
Ye Ling said, "You can't endure such a toss. You rest today. I will handle the Qifu Ling matter. After the Heavenly Master Ordination Assembly tomorrow, I'll have Xu Shuya meet you."
Hearing Ye Ling's words, Zhang Muya no longer insisted, "Thanks to you and Xiaoxia, otherwise this old woman would have died down the mountain today."
"No need for polite words. We each got what we needed. If we really want to talk about it, I should be thanking you."
Ye Ling glanced again at the Qifu Ling struggling in his hand, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
"Xiaoxia, take good care of Grandma. I'm going out."
As he finished speaking, Ye Ling disappeared from his spot with the sealed Qifu Ling.