Eternal Life: I Can Sell Everything

Song Ciwan held the Five Poison Jar, periodically dripping a few drops of diluted Dragon Blood into it. This agitated the insects inside, making them increasingly restless.

Dressed all in black with the Black Armor Saber hanging from her waist, she had the appearance of a Blade Master. She stood like a specter in the Martial Arts Arena of the Hongsheng Martial Arts Hall.

The giant-like Feng Chuncai was still slapping at the insects on his wounds, his appearance savage and terrifying.

Hu Hui was already on the ground, struggling but unable to get back up.

The old hall master had also collapsed, and it was unclear if he was dead or alive.

Many of the people brawling on the sidelines had stopped fighting and were now trying to find a way to escape the Martial Arts Arena.

Others wanted to flee, but their opponents were in a killing frenzy, making escape impossible.

There were also those who kept glancing toward the old hall master and Feng Chuncai, and Song Ciwan found it difficult to discern their loyalties.

She saw only one young man with an injured arm, using his Lightweight Skill to race toward the old hall master, shouting anxiously, "Master!"

Others called him "Third Senior Brother," while some used his full name, "Xiao Shu."

Song Ciwan had truly only been acting on a whim to right an injustice, but soon her gaze fell upon the Cyan Flower Bottle in the very center of the Martial Arts Arena—the one everyone was giving a wide berth.

At first glance, Song Ciwan didn’t understand what it was.

Then, Niu the Sixth, who had been lingering at the edge of the Martial Arts Arena, suddenly cried out, "Niuniu!"

Niu the Sixth’s eyes widened to their absolute limit, his expression stiff and strange. He sprinted out from behind the flowers and trees in the eastern corner of the arena, running all the way to the four-foot-tall Cyan Flower Bottle.

He circled the bottle several times, his hands trembling. With a voice shaking from shock, fury, pain, and helplessness, he cried, "Niuniu! Niuniu..."

After he called out several times, the hollow eye sockets of the girl on the left side of the Cyan Flower Bottle suddenly twitched. She had been holding her head slightly bowed, her beautiful face expressionless. She didn’t look like a real person, but rather a white porcelain doll.

It was after Niu the Sixth’s repeated cries that two lines of bloody tears suddenly streamed from the corners of the girl’s eyes.

Song Ciwan suddenly realized—the girl on the left side of the bottle was "Niuniu," the daughter Niu the Sixth had been desperately searching for!

Niuniu, a living person, had been brutally stuffed into a half-man-high Cyan Flower Bottle along with another girl of the same age, using some unknown, evil method!

At this realization, a chill that seemed to rise from the coldest Abyss shot up from the soles of her feet, instantly rushing to the crown of her head.

After the chill pierced through her, a raging inferno of fury ignited in its place.

’The Divinations with the Ancestral Dragon Coins led me here time and again. Was it because of this pair of beauties in the bottle?’

In that instant, Song Ciwan’s mind went completely blank, as if filled with a flash of white light. With a single movement of her foot, the Wind seemed to follow her, and in the blink of an eye, she was beside the Cyan Flower Bottle.

She raised her hand and activated her Qi Absorption Technique. Her knuckles struck the Cyan Flower Bottle with a tap that seemed light but was heavy with force!

Song Ciwan’s intention was to shatter the Cyan Flower Bottle, but—

With that strike, her hand passed clean through the body of the bottle, ultimately even touching Niuniu, who was trapped inside!

The touch was cool and smooth. Niuniu’s skin was like cold jade, so chilling that goosebumps instantly broke out on the back of Song Ciwan’s hand.

Song Ciwan immediately understood. She was "not in the Mortal World," which was why she couldn’t directly touch the objects of the Mortal World, like this Cyan Flower Bottle.

But even though she couldn’t touch the Cyan Flower Bottle, her hand could pass through it and directly touch the girl inside!

’Why can I touch the girl in the bottle, but not the bottle itself?’

Song Ciwan looked around, and in the next moment, she witnessed a scene she would never forget for the rest of her life.

Wisps of intangible, grayish-white qi laced with scarlet red rose into the sky from all over the Martial Arts Arena. Once in the air, they turned and plummeted like meteors, falling one by one into the Cyan Flower Bottle in the center of the arena.

Or to be more precise, the qi was falling onto the pair of girls inside the Cyan Flower Bottle!

At this moment, the two girls had become special vessels capable of absorbing this "intangible qi."

They were living people, yet an Evil Technique had turned them into objects akin to Divine Dao Magical Artifacts!

Meanwhile, not far away, Feng Chuncai, who had been forcefully slapping the wound on his chest, turned his gaze and saw Niuniu shedding bloody tears. He was suddenly overjoyed. "A beauty’s blood tears! HAHAHA, wonderful! A beauty’s blood tears, a rare medicinal treasure! I’m saved! I’m saved!"

He no longer paid any mind to the squirming insects at the wound on his chest and instead took off in a dead run.

As he ran, he even shoved his way through the brawling crowd to snatch a wine-filled cup from a nearby table.

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!

The giant’s feet pounded on the bluestone slabs. In just a few steps, he crossed a distance of over a hundred feet and arrived beside the Cyan Flower Bottle.

He shoved Niu the Sixth aside as if he were a rag, then bent his massive frame and brought the cup to Niuniu’s cheek, intending to catch the bloody tears streaming from her eyes.

Song Ciwan understood what was happening. On Wangjiang Mountain, the crowd of Cultivators before the light screens also understood. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Liuguang from Communication Talismans flew wildly all over the mountain. Down below, Cultivators from various sects and families who received the talismans were already rushing toward the Hongsheng Martial Arts Hall.

Of course, Hongsheng Martial Arts Hall wasn’t the only place where horrifying scenes were unfolding.

On the four light screens at Wangjiang Mountain Peak, four different scenes were simultaneously playing out their own twisted tales.

In Bright Moon Square Yao Fang Courtyard, Princess Chunshui, whose music once moved all of Pinglan, suddenly transformed before everyone’s eyes. Her feet became a Snake Tail, Demon Horns grew from her head, and when she opened her mouth, a brain-piercing demonic sound erupted. Anyone who heard it would throw themselves into her gaping, black-hole-like maw.

In the South City Slums, a boy formerly controlled by a thieving Gang had been forced to master the art of theft through cruel methods. On the day his skills reached Great Success, countless semi-ethereal demonic hands suddenly sprouted from his ribs.

Some of these demonic hands could cleave the Wind, others could spew Fire, and still others could detach from his ribs and fly out, grabbing any living person before him, tearing them to shreds, and devouring the splattered flesh and blood;

In the Government Prison, a convict had, at some unknown point, turned from a perfectly normal person into a pool of shadow.

The shadow slithered about. Whenever it fell into another’s shadow, it would merge with it, then turn on its host and devour them.

The shadow grew larger with each person it consumed, and before long, it was roaming throughout the entire prison...

By comparison, while the Cyan Flower Bottle in the Hongsheng Martial Arts Hall was bizarre, it was also supremely pitiful.

The two beauties in the bottle remained utterly unable to resist, and the bloody tears from Niuniu’s eyes flowed even more freely.

Who could tolerate such a sight?

Song Ciwan stood to the side, subtly shifting the Finger Technique within her sleeve. The Insect Eggs that had burrowed deep into Feng Chuncai’s blood had finally absorbed enough nutrients and began to hatch, bursting out from his orifices.

Feng Chuncai’s hand, holding the wine cup, suddenly trembled. He let out a bloodcurdling scream and, with a THUD, collapsed to the ground.