Eternal Life from the Golden Needle Technique

This was the Bronze Jar,

an Ancient Treasure that Wu Yuanzhi, Patriarch of the Wu Family, had gifted to Shen Changchuan many days ago!

Back then, 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Shen Changchuan had rescued members of the Wu Family on the road,

and Wu Yuanzhi had invited him to the family estate to thank him in person.

During his visit, Wu Yuanzhi had subtly warned him about something, which seemed to be related to the Cyan Essence Purifying Spirit Pill.

However, he had also gifted Shen Changchuan the legacy of a Tier One Array Master,

as well as an Ancient Treasure—the Bronze Jar, which had come from a Workshop—as compensation.

Not long after,

Shen Changchuan had already completed the Refinement of the Bronze Jar.

However,

although Shen Changchuan had participated in a tournament battle since then, he had defeated his opponent with ease.

Thus, he never had the chance to use this Ancient Treasure,

and had never truly witnessed the real power it could unleash in battle.

But Wu Yuanzhi was the Patriarch of the Wu Family. He was also one of the top Qi Introduction Ninth Layer Peak Cultivators in the local Immortal Cultivation Realm, with the best chance of breaking through to the Soul Emergence Realm.

An item he valued enough to carry in his Storage Bag would certainly be no ordinary thing.

And indeed, that was the case.

At this moment,

above Old Ghost Song’s head,

the Bronze Jar emitted a cyan light, spinning rapidly.

The cyan light erupting from the jar formed a large, inverted, semi-transparent bowl

that trapped him completely within.

Immediately after,

BOOM!!!

A tremendous pressure, like that of a small mountain, erupted from the Bronze Jar and crashed down upon Old Ghost Song!

Under the crushing weight,

the very ground beneath his feet seemed to groan before an invisible, immense force slammed down, causing it to collapse!

Within the range of the Bronze Jar’s light,

the ground collapsed and sank by several feet!

Spiderweb-like cracks spread out in all directions.

Old Ghost Song’s withered frame nearly slammed to the ground under the force that had descended so suddenly.

He could only barely prop himself up with the staff he leaned on,

but even then, he was still on the verge of collapse!

"I fell for it! Damn little bastard!"

Veins bulged on Old Ghost Song’s aged face. He grit his teeth, struggling to resist the mountain-like force pressing down on him—he could barely even straighten his back!

He was almost completely immobilized!

He couldn’t help but curse furiously in his mind.

However,

Shen Changchuan had gone to great trouble to catch him off guard and lure him perfectly into the Bronze Jar’s trap.

How could he possibly let such an opportunity slip by?

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

Three golden spikes shot out from the depths of the Dark Forest,

piercing the air like flashes of lightning, aimed straight for Old Ghost Song’s eyes!

Three blasts of the Golden Needle Technique, brought to Perfection, were unleashed in that instant.

He was seizing the perfect opportunity, while his opponent was suppressed by the Bronze Jar, to kill him on the spot!

However,

at this critical moment, a dense black Magical Power rose from Old Ghost Song’s body, enveloping him completely.

PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!!!

The three strikes of the Golden Needle Technique hit the dense black fog, only to vanish without a trace like a stone dropped into the ocean.

After all, Old Ghost Song was a Tribulation Cultivator who had wandered far and wide for many years. His bag of tricks was naturally deep.

Even though he had been careless enough to fall into Shen Changchuan’s trap and be temporarily suppressed, he was by no means an easy foe to finish off!

Shen Changchuan’s opportunistic strike had been futile!

On the contrary,

BOOM!!!

Old Ghost Song’s eyes bulged.

A majestic surge of Magical Power erupted like a volcano. The terrifying aura of his power relentlessly battered the suppressing cyan light from the Bronze Jar.

CRACK... CRACK....

The Bronze Jar above began to vibrate violently,

and a fine crack appeared in the cyan light that bound and suppressed Old Ghost Song!

The Bronze Jar’s power was strong,

but the Realm Magical Power of the Qi Introduction Seventh Layer was stronger still!

After he used some unknown Forbidden Technique, the suppression from the Bronze Jar was already on the verge of collapsing!

It was clear he would break free in a matter of breaths!

In the Dark Forest,

a short distance away, the color drained further from Shen Changchuan’s pale face.

’This old ghost is too strong!’

’His arsenal is so vast that even a Seventh Layer Late Stage Cultivator would struggle to deal with him!’

’And once he breaks free from the Bronze Jar’s suppression,’ Shen Changchuan was certain, ’I’ll be cut down without a moment’s hesitation!’

’I have to strike first. I have to kill him before he breaks free from the Bronze Jar’s suppression!’

’If this old ghost doesn’t die,’

’I, Shen Changchuan, will be the one to die!’

At this very moment,

Shen Changchuan felt an unprecedented sense of peril!

However,

’Judging from how my three Golden Needle Techniques were completely swallowed by his black Magical Power shield,’

’ordinary Magic will be mostly useless against that bizarre technique.’

’Even if I’ve cultivated several types of Magic to Perfection!’

’I have no choice... but to take a gamble!’

In an instant,

numerous thoughts flashed through Shen Changchuan’s mind,

and his gaze became resolute the moment he made his decision!

Every second counted.

There was no room for hesitation.

Shen Changchuan’s hands moved, forming a Technique. They fluttered like butterflies, leaving a trail of afterimages.

At the same time, his entire Heart Spirit tensed as he mobilized all the Magical Power in his body, channeling it along a predetermined path.

After a few breaths,

the complete Magic Formula was cast.

"Cyan Wood Sword Light!"

In front of Shen Changchuan, in mid-air, a longsword shimmering with emerald green light slowly appeared!

This Magic was something he had obtained from the Storage Bags of the He Mountain Four Fierce.

Its Cultivation was extremely difficult.

Even after several months, Shen Changchuan had only managed to raise its progress to a mere four percent.

However,

its power was also terrifyingly immense!

Shen Changchuan had attempted to cast it before. The power of this Magic was arguably the most destructive technique he commanded.

But because his mastery was so low, casting it took a great deal of time.

If he were to use it in a life-or-death battle,

the time it took would be more than enough for an enemy to charge in and land a fatal blow.

For this reason,

in all his various battles, Shen Changchuan had never once used this Magic.

Now, facing this imminent crisis of death, Shen Changchuan had no choice but to stake it all on this gamble!

The instant the emerald longsword appeared,

a terrifying, deathly killing intent filled every corner of the forest air!

All living things felt a primal fear, as if they were facing death itself.

The surrounding trees seemed to have their Vitality stripped away by an invisible force.

It was an utterly horrifying sight!

Meanwhile,

Old Ghost Song, now the target of the Cyan Wood Sword Light, felt a sense of terror he had never known before!

It was as if he could see his own death.

The hair on his body stood on end,

and a bone-chilling sensation crept into his heart!

’I’m going to die!’

Alarms screamed wildly in Old Ghost Song’s mind.

"Break!"

The black Magical Power around his body erupted again, a more powerful aura surging forth!

Ignoring the backlash, he even resorted to a method similar to a Forbidden Technique!

The powerful aura swept out,

and the cyan light suppressing him instantly disintegrated, even sending the Bronze Jar above his head flying!

"Die!"

Feeling his body lighten, freed from its bonds, Old Ghost Song intended to use the immense power from his Forbidden Technique to strike like lightning and utterly annihilate the little brat before him!

Yet, in that very instant,

the cyan light flashed and vanished,

like a thin cyan line streaking across the canvas of space.

Its speed was so incredible

that anyone watching would have mistaken it for an illusion.

Old Ghost Song didn’t even have time to react before the line of cyan light had vanished.

Until the next moment,

he suddenly discovered

that his point of view was suddenly falling,

and the world before his eyes began to spin.

It was not until a pair of legs, standing firmly on the ground, appeared in his vision—

along with the sight of his own missing lower half.

A cut as smooth as a mirror, from which blood gushed forth.

’So... I’ve been cut in half...’

The thought flashed through Old Ghost Song’s mind, and then his consciousness plunged into endless darkness.