Chapter 112 Deep into Enemy Territory! Is the Yinsha Sect Master an Artisan?

After dealing with the Blood Corpse King, who was acting as a gatekeeping "security guard," the five-person team set off once more.

However, the Formation of this team appeared somewhat… crowded.

Gu Lan walked in the middle, his left arm hooked by Senior Sister Hongxiu who refused to let go even in death, and his right arm linked by the smiling Demon Cult Saintess, Saintess Ji Wushuang.

Following closely behind were Lanyu, who wore a vigilant expression and was ready to draw her sword at any moment, and Lvyuo, who held an image-recording stone and excitedly conducted a "frontline live broadcast."

"I say…"

Gu Lan felt like a criminal being led to the execution ground, and he sighed helplessly.

"We are going to fight a boss, not visit a temple fair."

"Can you be a little… more serious? Maintain some combat Formation?"

"I am very serious."

Saintess Ji Wushuang blinked her bewitching peach blossom eyes, her entire body almost pressed against Gu Lan, and that soft sensation caused Gu Lan's heartbeat to skip a beat.

"Ahem, protecting my own man is of the utmost importance."

"Hmph."

Hongxiu gave a cold hmph, hugging Gu Lan's left arm tighter and pushing back without showing any weakness.

"Junior Brother Gu is busy trying to Cultivate within the Sect, unlike certain people who only think about men all day long, not even afraid of suffering from Qi Deviation."

"Besides, Junior Brother is a Core Disciple of our Qingyun Sect, and righteousness and evil cannot coexist between you, a Demon Cult Saintess, and us."

"Oh my, such a strong smell of vinegar."

Saintess Ji Wushuang covered her mouth and chuckled lightly. "Righteousness and evil cannot coexist? Then I wonder who it was just now, before the fight even started, thinking of pushing Junior Brother into my arms?"

"You're talking nonsense! That was for a tactical retreat!"

"Alright, alright!"

Seeing that the two women were about to bicker again, Gu Lan felt his head swell.

"Both of you, say less!"

He pointed ahead at the pitch-black and deep cave entrance.

"Ahead is the core hinterland of the Yinsha Sect, and that old ghost is definitely inside."

"Be sharp when we go in later. Although that old ghost's strength is average, after all, he plays with corpses; who knows what vicious tricks he might be hiding."

Hearing this, the crowd finally restrained their playful expressions.

Gu Lan took a deep breath, broke free from the "shackles" of the two women, and holding the burning heaven broken sword, stepped into the cave entrance first.

…

Inside the cave, it was not damp and cold as imagined; instead, it was extremely dry, and the air was filled with a strange medicinal fragrance.

Embedded on the stone walls on both sides were dim green everlasting lamps, illuminating the passageway with flickering ghost shadows.

"This smell…"

Lvyuo wrinkled her nose. "Is it like spices used for preservation?"

"Mhm, it's 'Corpse-Fixing Incense'."

As a member of the Demon Cult, Saintess Ji Wushuang was naturally clear about these things.

She waved her hand in disgust. "It seems that the Yinsha old ghost is messing with his 'artworks' again."

"Artworks?" Gu Lan was slightly stunned.

"You'll know once you go in." Saintess Ji Wushuang smiled mysteriously.

Passing through the long corridor, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

This was a huge underground karst cave, with countless stalactites hanging upside down from the dome, and on the ground…

It was filled with all sorts of "puppets."

To be precise, they were corpses that had undergone special treatment.

Some had their skin peeled off, exposing intricate muscle textures;

Some had been fitted with the limbs of beasts, crawling on the ground like monsters;

And some even had the limbs of multiple people stitched together, turning into a bizarre existence resembling a thousand-handed Guanyin.

In the very center of the karst cave stood a huge operating table.

An old man wearing a blood-red robe and sparse hair was facing away from the crowd, holding a needle and thread, intently stitching something onto a corpse.

His movements were extremely gentle, his gaze was fanatical, and he hummed an unknown tune in his mouth—a living, breathing perverted artisan.

"This is too disgusting…"

Lvyuo took a look and almost vomited her meal from the night before, quickly hiding behind Gu Lan.

Even Hongxiu and Lanyu, who were used to big scenes, had pale complexions and felt a wave of physiological discomfort.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Gu Lan coughed heavily, breaking the bizarre atmosphere.

"Um… excuse me."

"May I ask if you are the Yinsha Sect Master? Your takeout… oh no, your debt collectors have arrived."

The movements of the old man's hands paused.

He did not turn around in a panic; instead, he leisurely cut the silk thread in his hand, admired his "masterpiece" once more, and then slowly turned around.

An old face resembling withered tree bark appeared before the crowd. Most bizarrely, one of his eyes was a normal cloudy old eye, while the other was a beastly pupil emitting a red glow.

"Jie jie jie…"

The Yinsha Sect Master let out a strange laugh like a night owl.

"Distinguished guests have graced my door, forgive me for failing to welcome you from afar."

His gaze swept across the crowd, finally landing on Saintess Ji Wushuang, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"Saintess?"

"Why aren't you outside supervising the work, bringing this group of Righteous Path brats in instead?"

"Could it be… you've come to deliver new 'materials' for this old man?"

As he spoke, he greedily glanced at Gu Lan's perfect figure, then looked at the tender skin of Hongxiu and the other women, unable to help licking his lips.

"Top quality! They are all top quality!"

"This boy's skeleton is simply perfect, most suitable to be made into a 'Golden-Armored Corpse'!"

"These young girls have tender skin and flesh, just right to change into a new skin for my 'Beauty Puppet'!"

"Yin old ghost, if you don't want your eyeballs anymore, this Saintess can help you dig them out."

Saintess Ji Wushuang spoke coldly, the killing intent on her body undisguised.

"These few people, especially this man…"

She pointed at Gu Lan.

"Is someone this Saintess protects."

"If you dare to harm a single hair on his head, this Saintess will dismantle all the junk in this cave of yours!"

"Oh?"

The Yinsha Sect Master was slightly startled, then laughed loudly as if he had heard some joke.

"Saintess, are you… turning your elbows outward?"

"If the Cult Master finds out that you are actually protecting Righteous Path Disciples…"

"Don't use the Cult Master to pressure me!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang impatiently interrupted him. "When this Saintess does things, why would I need to explain to you?"

"Today, I am taking this person away. If you know what's good for you, get lost quickly, and this Saintess might still spare your dog's life."

"Take him away? Jie jie jie…"

The Yinsha Sect Master let out a strange laugh, shook his head, and casually pressed a mechanism beside the operating table.

"Once one enters this old man's 'Corpse Paradise', there is never any reason to leave alive."

"Even you, Saintess… are no exception!"

Rumble!

As the mechanism activated, the entire karst cave suddenly shook violently.

Countless fissures split open on the ground.

Those "stitched corpses" that were originally motionless actually crawled up, twisting their bodies one by one as if they had come back to life.

There were fully a hundred of them!

Moreover, each of their bodies exuded an aura comparable to the mid-to-Late Stage of Foundation Establishment!

What was even more terrifying was that on the walls surrounding the karst cave, countless painful human faces emerged, emitting bursts of shrill ghostly wails that directly struck the Soul.

"Ten Thousand Souls Heart-Devouring Formation!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang's expression changed slightly.

"This old ghost actually set up such a vicious Formation here!"

"Gu Lan! Be careful of those ghostly faces; they will attack the Divine Sense!"

"Divine Sense attack?"

Looking at the demons and ghosts filling the room, Gu Lan not only wasn't scared, but instead grinned.

He smiled even more brilliantly than the Yinsha Sect Master.

"Playing with ghosts?"

"Don't you know I am the ancestor of playing with fire?"

He stepped forward, protecting the women behind him.

At the center of his brow, the two long-dormant strange fire totems instantly lit up with dazzling light.

"Just right, the medicinal power of that nourishing soup from earlier hasn't dissipated completely yet."

"I'll just use the lonely ghosts and wild spirits filling your room to vent my fire!"

Boom!

Two flames, one cyan and one red, roared out from within Gu Lan's body like two angry Dragons, instantly illuminating the entire dark karst cave!

Those ghostly faces that were originally baring fangs and brandishing claws, upon encountering these two extremely yang and rigid strange fires, were like encountering natural enemies, emitting even more shrill screams, and then with a puff, they turned into blue smoke and dissipated!

"What?!"

The Yinsha Sect Master, who had originally held victory in his grasp, instantly widened his single eye into round orbs.

"Strange fire?! And two of them?!"

"You… just who on earth are you?!"

"Who am I?"

Holding the fentian sword, Gu Lan bathed in the raging flames, resembling a god of fire descended to the mortal world.

He curled his finger toward the frightened old man.

"I am your father! Here specially to teach you how to be a human! Burn them for me!"