Immortal of the Nine Realms

Qin Nie and Yue Long's faces were taut.

How did the other party know they were Spirit Blood Sect cultivators?! Furthermore, did he just find out, or had he known all along? This detail was crucial!

Qin Nie tried to calm himself, maintaining a composed and indifferent attitude. He couldn't afford to show any fear. "Who exactly are you?"

Li Daoyi turned his attention away from the white and black paper figures and looked at Qin Nie with a sneer. "Why do you keep asking such foolish questions? Didn’t Lady Chu invite Fellow Daoist Fang from the Great Thousand Dao Sect? Isn’t that already obvious?"

The situation had stabilized. Li Daoye knew Fang Chen had his trump cards. He wouldn’t easily fall into the enemy’s trap.

Qin Nie’s expression darkened slightly. "Foolish questions?"

For him to be insulted by a mere Foundation Building Realm cultivator was an utter humiliation. He was valued by the Spirit Blood Sect precisely because of his keen insight and superior intellect compared to most cultivators!

"No matter who you are... since you know we’re Spirit Blood Sect cultivators, why don’t we sit down and have a proper talk?" Qin Nie said slowly.

"We’ll do the talk with you kneeling," Fang Chen asserted casually.

The black paper figure figure pressed down on Yue Long, forcing his knees to bend until he knelt.

Before Qin Nie could react, the white paper figure pressed down on his skull. An overwhelming force struck him, leaving him with no ability to resist. He felt a sharp pain in his knees as he was forced to kneel on the ground.

Humiliation! Anger!

Qin Nie's face twisted in rage. He was the heir of the Immortal Qin Clan and highly valued by the upper echelons of the Spirit Blood Sect. He was destined to become an immortal with great prospects. How could someone like him kneel before others?

He wanted to resist, and spiritual energy surged within him. However, to the white paper figure, Qin Nie was nothing more than a mere insect. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t lift his body.

"From now on, I will ask, and you will answer. If you can infer more from what I ask, that would be ideal," Fang Chen said with a faint smile. "In the Immortal Qin Clan, besides you, are there any other Spirit Blood Sect scum?"

"You’re targeting our Spirit Blood Sect!? Are you from the Killing Spiritual Division…?"

Yue Long’s voice was a mix of shock and anger.

Fang Chen shook his head lightly. "Wrong answer."

The black paper figure immediately reached into Yue Long’s chest, ripping out his heart and swallowing it in one bite. It turned to Fang Chen and asked, "Lord, should we remove their karma to prevent anyone from tracing the clues?" 𝑅

Yue Long was still alive, though his eyes were blank. But upon hearing the mention of karma, he suddenly realized, "You… you’re from that immortal tomb…"

With a light wave of Fang Chen's sleeve, the nearby dead cultivators were stripped of a layer of human skin. These skins contained all the karma of their lives, from birth to death.

The black and white paper figures showed no hesitation and donned these skins as if they were clothing. With each human skin they wore, the texture of the paper clothing became more pronounced, as the skins merged into their paper garments.

Li Daoye couldn't help but gasp repeatedly, finding the scene unbelievably eerie. His mind raced, unable to comprehend what kind of technique this could be.

Qin Nie's face turned ashen. "Black and white paper figures… So the rumors were true… Han Dragon Battle General died at your hands…."

Fang Chen nodded lightly, not bothering to hide the truth. Many had witnessed the events related to the immortal tomb, so it was natural for rumors to spread. That was why he rarely used the black and white paper figures, to avoid drawing unwanted attention.

"Your disciples died by my hand. They were the ones who told me to come to the Immortal Qin Clan to find you," Fang Chen said with a faint smile.

"You actively seek out and kill Spirit Blood Sect cultivators… You must be from the Killing Spiritual Division," Qin Nie speculated, his eyes flickering with suspicion.

Li Daoye was momentarily stunned, instinctively glancing at Fang Chen. "The Killing Spiritual Division?"

"What is the Killing Spiritual Division?" Fang Chen frowned slightly. He shook his head softly. "You don’t need to guess my origins. It’s irrelevant to you. What you should focus on now is answering my questions. Will you cooperate or not?"

As he spoke, Fang Chen began to perform the Skin Peeling Technique on Yue Long. Even though Yue Long was a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, he was suppressed by the black paper figure and had his heart removed, making it easy to strip away his karma.

Yue Long let out a painful howl as his heavenly spirit cover was torn apart, and his entire skin was slowly peeled away.

Watching this unfold, Qin Nie decisively said, "I will give you the list of Spirit Blood Sect cultivators. Will you let me live?"

Fang Chen nodded. "That’s only natural. Your disciples will be safe as long as you cooperate."

Qin Nie frowned. "How can I trust you?"

"You can only trust me."

Golden patterns branched out from around Fang Chen’s eyes, eventually extending to his pupils.

Yue Long was experiencing untold amounts of pain, but he still managed to roar, "Qin Nie, you cannot trust him! If you dare to betray the Spirit Blood Sect, you won’t be the only one who dies!"

Fang Chen showed a faint smile. "Worry about yourself first. After being skinned, you won’t even have a chance at reincarnation."

There are many ways to sever the path of reincarnation, such as those used by the Immortal Qin Clan like the death by a thousand cuts. However, the Skinning Technique was more thorough. By targeting karma, not only did it cut off reincarnation, but it also erased all traces of the person’s existence from this world.

Even if a Spirit Blood Sect expert employed a mystical method to uncover the truth, they wouldn’t be able to infer anything.

"Qin Nie, would you like to experience the Skin Peeling Technique for yourself?" Fang Chen asked, looking at Qin Nie.

Qin Nie thought for a moment and then spoke slowly. "I can give you the list. There are about a hundred Spirit Blood Sect cultivators hiding in the Immortal Qin Clan. I hope you keep your word and spare my life."

By now, Yue Long's skin had been peeled down to his shoulders, making his face look like a boiled shrimp, red and swollen. "Qin Nie, you deserve to die!"

"Yue Long, unlike you, I haven’t been in the Spirit Blood Sect long. I only joined to find a backer. If you want to die for them, you’re free to do so, but don’t drag me down with you," Qin Nie said coldly, casting a dismissive look at Yue Long.

"A wise man adapts to the times," Fang Chen commended.

Qin Nie quickly wrote down a list. The white paper figure took it from him and handed it to Fang Chen.

As Fang Chen scanned the list, Qin Nie’s heart sank; it was clear that Fang Chen could see everything. His "sharp eyes" were likely a result of some eye technique or mystical power.

The black and white paper figures, the eye techniques, the Skin Peeling Technique… all these signs pointed to the possibility that Fang Chen’s origins were far greater than his own. Now, Qin Nie only hoped to stay alive.

"I’m not sure about the authenticity of this list," Fang Chen suddenly said.

Qin Nie felt a sharp pain at the top of his head. His skin was instantly peeled off, and his soul. Trapped within his skin, he could see his bloodied body.

"You’re not keeping your word!" Qin Nie screamed in madness.

The white paper figure stepped forward, took the skin, and wore it as part of its attire, blending it seamlessly with its paper clothing.

Li Daoye looked on in horror, his scalp tingling with fear.