Shooting an arrow from the Vermilion Bird Bow required a lot of Vermilion Bird's flames, but Qin Xi could only mobilize a very small part of the Vermilion Bird's flames in the Yang Spiritual Bead, so he could only shoot one arrow at most.
Now that the arrow had been shot, he didn't have enough spiritual aura, so he couldn't exert his full strength. If other powerful ghost cultivators came, the four of them would be in danger.
That being the case, they might as well rest in the White Tiger Sacrificial Temple for a while and then plan their retreat.
Having made up her mind, Mo Tiange ordered the puppet to lead the way.
Although the puppet didn't have the secret techniques and natal magic weapons of Nascent Soul cultivators, it wasn't afraid of injuries, and control techniques had no effect on it. Now that it had the Fusheng Sword, it wasn't much weaker.
Most importantly, even if the puppet was damaged, it would be fine after a little repair, unlike real cultivators who had to recuperate for 30 to 50 years if they were seriously injured in the Nascent Soul realm.
As for the Fusheng Sword, after the devil aura and impurities were removed by the Spirit Quenching Water, it was definitely a high-grade magic weapon.
Before Fu Yao Zi left, he also gave Mo Tiange the incantation to refine the Fusheng Sword. If she could refine it completely, it would also be a sharp killing weapon.
Letting the puppet use the Fusheng Sword was only a temporary measure. The Fusheng Sword was a flying sword with thunder attributes, so it had to be matched with thunder techniques to fully display its combat power.
Lifeless objects like dolls, which had no dantian and no divine sense, were most suitable for pure force treasures. However, these kinds of treasures were only suitable for Martial Cultivators. There were very few Martial Cultivators, and even fewer of them were of high grade. Wanting to find a powerful pure force treasure was even harder than buying a top grade treasure.
For this matter, they could only participate in more Nascent Soul cultivators' trade fairs in the future and exchange treasures.
The puppet led the way, Qin Xi followed closely behind, Mo Tiange and Nie Wushang in the middle, and Jing Xingzhi brought up the rear.
After the three of them left, Jing Xingzhi looked at the ghost cultivators with a smirk. He took something out of his Qiankun Ring and threw it at them.
"Puff!" The thing turned into a very faint smoke in the air.
The smoke seemed to have a mind of its own. It divided into more than a dozen strands and entangled the ghost cultivators.
The ghost cultivators were caught off guard. Before they could do anything, several loud booms rang out and thunder and lightning intertwined, fixing the ghost cultivators in place.
"Let's go!" Seeing that the Ghost Cultivators had fallen for the trick, Jing Xingzhi hurried to catch up with them.
Mo Tiange looked back in astonishment.
She knew that there was something called the Heavenly Lightning Seed, which was sealed with the soul of a demonic beast. Once it was thrown out, it would be extremely powerful.
However, this kind of thing wasn't easy to make, and after one reached Core Formation, there were ways to break it, so it wasn't common.
The thing that Jing Xingzhi had thrown out was very similar to the Heavenly Lightning Seed, but it was much more brilliant. Not only did it use smoke to obstruct one's vision, but it could also automatically close in. More importantly, it had the effect of freezing one's body.
During a battle, if one could toss out one of these, one would be caught off guard and easily fall into a trap.
Later, he would ask him where this thing came from.
The Ghost Cultivator was locked in place for about ten breaths of time. For Nascent Soul cultivators, this amount of time was more than enough. Even if they couldn't fly at top speed in the belly of the mountain, the four of them could still use their escape techniques to leave the Ghost Cultivator far behind.
A moment later, the ghostly cultivators caught up to him.
They had no physical form and were extremely fast. Even the most skilled human cultivators would not be able to catch up to them.
Upon seeing this, Jing Xingzhi took out another thing from his Universe Ring and tossed it out.
The ghostly cultivators stopped and each threw out a Ghost Tool, assuming a defensive stance.
In the end, the thing just fell down lightly and didn't explode at all.
The ghostly cultivators were stunned. Wen Si was furious. She raised the scroll in her hand, and black characters flew out from between the pages, pressing down on them.
Jing Xingzhi swung his flying sword, and countless sword lights formed a protective shield, blocking these black characters.
This went on for about seven minutes. The four of them took turns to attack, and they finally saw the entrance to the sacrificial temple.
The closer they got to the sacrificial temple, the more obvious the white tiger's breath became. The speed of the ghostly cultivators gradually slowed down, and some of them even looked perplexed and uneasy.
Upon seeing this, the four of them knew they had made the right bet. Sure enough, they didn't dare to enter the White Tiger Sacrificial Temple.
As they went deeper and deeper, the ghostly cultivators finally stopped.
A ghostly cultivator asked fearfully, "Elder Wen, do we still want to go in?"
Wen Si glared at the four of them angrily. In the end, she clenched her teeth and said, "Go back and report to the Ghost Lord!"
"But," another ghostly cultivator said, trembling with fear, "If we didn't kill them, will the Ghost Lord punish us?"
Wen Si's gloomy eyes turned to him, and she said coldly, "You still hope that the Ghost Lord won't pursue this matter?"
The dozen or so ghostly cultivators lowered their heads in silence.
Wen Si said, "There's the white tiger's breath here. If we enter, we'll be burned. Think about it yourselves, the pain of being burned or the Ghost Lord's punishment, which one is more unbearable?"
"…" Upon hearing Wen Si's words, the ghostly cultivators didn't say anything, and fear appeared on some of their faces.
There was no such thing as spirit roots for ghostly cultivators to cultivate, and they had very few bottlenecks because they only had the power of the soul.
The price they had to pay was that they were much weaker than humans and demonic beasts. Once their souls were burned, that terrifying feeling was unbearable even if they had already formed ghost infants. Moreover, if their souls were burned, their cultivation would also be greatly damaged, and it was even possible for them to regress.
However, accepting the Ghost Lord's punishment was also very painful.
After a long time, Wen Si sighed softly, and sorrow appeared on her pale face. "Let's go back. Even if we endure the pain of being burned, we might not be able to kill them. We might as well accept the Ghost Lord's punishment."
Finally, a ghostly cultivator answered, "Yes, Elder."
* * *
"They're all gone," Jing Xingzhi said.
The four of them had arrived at the square where the white tiger was. The white tiger's breath was very strong here, so they didn't dare to get too close and sat close to the stone wall to adjust their breaths.
Qin Xi opened his eyes and said, "They really are afraid of the white tiger's breath."
"They don't dare to come in, and we also don't dare to go out."
Jing Xingzhi sighed. "Do we have to do Closed Door Meditation here for dozens of years and absorb the white tiger's breath before we can go out?"
Qin Xi shook his head and said, "Why do we have to do that?
Although we can't go out, we can call for help. "
"Do you want to send a message to your ancestor?"
Qin Xi smiled and glanced at him. "Are you very jealous?"
Jing Xingzhi rolled his eyes. "Yes, I'm so jealous that you have someone to call for help."
Not to mention that he had already left Gujian Sect, even when he was still in Gujian Sect, he still relied on himself for everything.
Despite his resentment, Jing Xingzhi's expression didn't show any self-pity. Obviously, his state of mind had been seen through.
Qin Xi said sternly, "There are so many ghost cultivators here that we can't treat them lightly.
Even if we go out, we have to inform the Immortal Alliance to make preparations in case ghost cultivators come out and the Celestial Pole will be in chaos. "
"You mean …" Jing Xingzhi seemed to be thinking about something.
"Although the Immortal Alliance is fighting on both sides, it's still possible to transfer a dozen or so Nascent Soul cultivators."
This was a big move!
Jing Xingzhi exclaimed in his heart. Transferring a dozen or so Nascent Soul cultivators for help was something he didn't dare to think about in the past. It was good enough that no one hit him when he was down.
However, this was also a coincidence. Now that there was the Celestial Pole Immortal Alliance, they could gather so many Nascent Soul cultivators.
"A dozen or so? Do you think it's enough?" Jing Xingzhi was worried about a lot of ghost cultivators.
"If a Nascent Soul cultivator leads them, it should be enough," Qin Xi said.
"Besides, there are tools to deal with ghosts, but they weren't valued because there were no ghost cultivators in the Celestial Pole before. Now that they know there are ghost cultivators here, it'll be much easier."
Thinking that those ghost cultivators weren't very strong, Jing Xingzhi nodded. "It seems you're going to ask your ancestor to come in person."
Qin Xi looked at the white tiger in the middle of the square and said meaningfully, "We can't let others take advantage of it."
Jing Xingzhi understood what he meant and chuckled.
"Before that, let's refine part of the white tiger's breath first."
Once other Nascent Soul cultivators arrived, the White Tiger Sacrificial Temple would no longer be a secret. At that time, this sacrificial temple would belong to the Immortal Alliance, and it wouldn't be easy for them to absorb the white tiger's breath.
Jing Xingzhi nodded. The white tiger's breath was a great fated chance, so how could they give it to others? Of course, they had to take advantage of it first. In any case, those ghost cultivators wouldn't dare to come in.
However, when he thought of meeting those Nascent Soul cultivators soon, his face became gloomy. If there were people from Gujian Sect among them …
"What's wrong with you?" Mo Tiange asked from the side.
Jing Xingzhi turned to look, but he was talking to Nie Wushang.
Nie Wushang's eyes were closed, and her face was pale.
Upon hearing Mo Tiange's voice, Nie Wushang opened her eyes and said, "This white tiger's breath …"
Mo Tiange was stunned. She suddenly remembered that the divine beast's breath could restrain devil aura, and Nie Wushang cultivated devil techniques …
"I'll … go outside." Nie Wushang stood up. "If I stay here, I'll be injured even if I'm not injured."
"Wait." Mo Tiange stopped her. "If the white tiger's breath fades, it won't be able to restrain those ghost cultivators.
Besides, your master is outside. What will you do if you run into him alone? "
Nie Wushang smiled bitterly. "What else can I do?
If I stay here, I won't be able to resist the white tiger's breath. "
Mo Tiange thought for a moment then took out a set of formation discs. "This Spirit-Concealing Formation of mine isn't an ordinary one. It should be able to isolate the white tiger's breath."
Nie Wushang was skeptical. "The white tiger's breath is so overbearing …"
"Won't it be fine if I try?"
Mo Tiange smiled, stood up, took a few steps, laid the formation discs one by one, and embedded spirit stones. "Okay, go in."
Nie Wushang walked into the formation and sat cross-legged.
"How is it?"
Nie Wushang sensed it for a while then said happily, "It's really isolated!"
"This way, you won't have to leave."
"En." Nie Wushang looked at her gratefully.
Mo Tiange smiled then went back and sat cross-legged.
"She trusts you that much?" Qin Xi's voice came into her ears.
Mo Tiange turned around and saw him looking at her.
Just now, when Mo Tiange laid the formation, Nie Wushang walked in without hesitation, not even testing it.
Entering other people's formation at will was a cultivator's biggest taboo.
If she wasn't careful, her life might be in other people's hands. How could a person like Nie Wushang not understand this common sense?
"I can also trust her like that," Mo Tiange replied. "Do you still remember that we used to be friends with life and death?"
In Yunzhong, Nie Wushang was tricked into the Lost Cave by Mei Feng to be fed to Primordial Devil, and Nie Wushang put her life in her hands. Mo Tiange didn't think she could fake it at that time.
"Alright." Qin Xi nodded. "I trust you, so I also trust her."
Mo Tiange smiled. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly frowned, feeling something was wrong.
Qin Xi's expression changed, and he said, "Someone's coming!"