Chapter 1896: The Technique to Settle Karma

The strength of these two Ghost Immortals was not weak. They were comparable to seventh-transformation Ancient Immortals. However, within the Motian Division, their status was bound to be inferior to that of the Venerables.

The Motian Division Venerables Fang Chen had encountered before were all at the eighth transformation.

Fang Chen stood poised in the void, silently watching the battle unfolding below.

"Two Ghost Immortals, yet they have eighteen thousand schemes running between them."

The methods of these two seventh-transformation Ghost Immortals emerged in an endless stream. On one hand, they suppressed their auras to avoid being noticed by the distant Yin Demons. On the other hand, they constantly sought to drive each other to a dead end. This battle raged for half an hour, ultimately grinding to a halt because neither side could gain the upper hand over the other.

"Stop fighting, brother. You can't kill me, and I can't kill you either. Let's first figure out a way to secure this supreme treasure of the Underworld and bring it back to report to the Division Head," the tall Ghost Immortal said in a low voice.

Not far away, the short Ghost Immortal cast a sidelong glance at the Eighteen Heavens Prison Tower. He stared warily at the tall Ghost Immortal, assessing him for a long while before finally nodding slightly.

"Then let's stop. Indeed, I can't defeat you, and you cannot defeat me either. We can only share the benefits of this harvest."

"The commotion here will definitely attract the attention of all factions. We were just lucky to be nearby, allowing us to arrive in time," the tall Ghost Immortal noted.

"We need to think of a way to see if we can bypass those Yin Demons and take this item away before the various factions react. Your Wood Substitution Technique is highly refined. Why don't you go and give it a try?"

"Your Soul Splitting Technique is unpredictable and impossible to distinguish between real and fake. It's better if you go try," the short Ghost Immortal countered.

"......"

The two Ghost Immortals fell into a deadlock once again. Just like those Yin Demons, they could see the Eighteen Heavens Prison Tower but simply did not dare to approach it.

A voice suddenly rang out beside their ears, "Under which Venerable's command do you two serve?"

The two Ghost Immortals jumped in fright, abruptly turning their gazes toward Fang Chen. At the same time, both of them felt as though something belonging to them had been snatched away by the opponent.

"Who are you?! What did you just do to me?!"

The tall Ghost Immortal's gaze fixed warily upon Fang Chen, also mistaking him for a Ghost Immortal drawn here by the Eighteen Heavens Prison Tower.

The short Ghost Immortal licked his lips, a cold light flashing in his eyes. "It feels like something was done to me as well..."

Without waiting for Fang Chen to reply, he suddenly launched an attack against him.

The tall Ghost Immortal seemed to have partnered with him for many years and shared a tacit understanding as he struck simultaneously.

In an instant, Fang Chen had to face the combined offensive of two seventh-transformation Ghost Immortals.

Fang Chen merely took out the Sin Mace and gave each of them a strike. The two Ghost Immortals instantly dissolved into green smoke and vanished.

Fang Chen said calmly, "No need to keep hiding. When you two were speaking just now, you were already using a split soul and a wood substitution. You are still on guard against each other."

"I know quite a few Venerables from the Motian Division, so I think we can sit down and have a chat."

A few breaths later, the tall and short Ghost Immortals manifested in different directions. It wasn't that they didn't want to leave, but they were truly unwilling to abandon the supreme treasure of the Underworld hanging in the sky.

The tall Ghost Immortal narrowed his eyes and sneered. "You really know the Venerables of our division? Seeing that you might also be a Ghost Immortal, which faction do you belong to?"

The short Ghost Immortal snorted. "There are only so many factions in the Underworld qualified to nurture Ghost Immortals. Which top-tier faction's cultivator are you? Is it the Taicang Realm? The Fangcun Realm? Or the Shenwang Realm?"

Fang Chen said, "I ask first, you ask later."

"Why?"

The two Ghost Immortals refused to submit.

"Because I am slightly stronger." Fang Chen smiled. "Which Venerable do you two follow? How long will it take for this Venerable to arrive here?"

"Oh... I understand. You are afraid that the follow-up forces of our division will arrive and disrupt your attempt to claim this supreme treasure of the Underworld." The short Ghost Immortal chuckled in a sinister manner. "I advise you to be sensible and leave on your own. This supreme treasure is not something a low-tier Ghost Immortal like you can have. Do you top-tier factions truly believe that mastering a few secrets of the Underworld makes you equal to us? Why do your ninth-transformation Ghost Immortals normally dare not manifest in the Mortal Realm, and rarely even move around in the Underworld? Have they not just become things similar to them?"

He pointed at the Yin Demons not far away, a hint of mockery in his eyes:

"They are merely slightly better off than those monsters. Strictly speaking, we of the Motian Division are the orthodox Ghost Immortals, while you are nothing but rats copying a cat."

"Nonsense."

Fang Chen shook his head slightly. He shifted his body and swung the Sin Mace again, shattering the short Ghost Immortal.

The tall Ghost Immortal remained motionless, narrowing his eyes as he watched this scene:

"What is that object in your hand? It seems quite effective on Yin souls. But if you think you can kill him like that, you are being a bit too naive."

"Indeed, a bit too naive."

The short Ghost Immortal reappeared nearby and laughed. "My Wood Substitution Technique reached the pinnacle of perfection long ago. Even if a Venerable wanted to kill me, it wouldn't be that simple, let alone you."

"Is that so?"

Fang Chen nodded and put away the Sin Mace. He then made the motion of pulling a bow. In the next second, a massive bow condensed from Yin energy appeared in Fang Chen's hands, along with two arrows. The arrows radiated a vast, surging torrent of Yin energy.

The tall and short Ghost Immortals' expressions shifted, but they then looked at Fang Chen with half-smiles.

"Didn't you ask what I did to you earlier? I merely plucked a tiny bit of karma from your bodies."

Fang Chen smiled and lightly released his fingers. The two arrows shot out instantly, flying toward the tall and short Ghost Immortals. In just a single exchange, the two Ghost Immortals were shot into wisps of green smoke.

"What a joke. We already told you that you have no way to deal with us, yet you insisted on trying?"

The two Ghost Immortals reappeared not far away. However, those two arrows had never disappeared; instead, they continued to fly toward them. Immediately after, they were once again shot until their souls scattered.

Fang Chen just stood on the spot, watching silently.

The Heavenly Sniping Technique was a technique used to settle karma. Until the karma was resolved, the arrows would never disperse. Back then, he had specifically studied this technique precisely because he recognized this trait.

Time ticked by.

After the two Ghost Immortals were successively 'killed' over a dozen times, they finally realized what was happening. Their faces grew increasingly pale as they were chased all over the place by the Heavenly Sniping Technique. After an unknown amount of time, the short Ghost Immortal was the first to break down:

"What kind of technique is this?! Brother, I can't hold on much longer!"

The tall Ghost Immortal's situation was no better, and his heart was filled with secret horror.

The opponent was clearly at the seventh transformation level as well. How could he suppress the two of them like this?

Right at that moment, the tall Ghost Immortal suddenly found Fang Chen's appearance somewhat familiar.

"Wait!"

The tall Ghost Immortal was shot and killed, only to reappear nearby. He looked at Fang Chen in shock. "You are..."

He was shot and killed yet again. When he reappeared, he lost his voice and cried out, "Monarch Yan?!"

"It's him?!" The short Ghost Immortal finally realized it too, an expression of utter disbelief spreading across his face. Following that, he looked up at the Eighteen Heavens Prison Tower in the sky and screamed, "This supreme treasure of the Underworld belongs to you?!"

Puff.

He was shot and killed by the Heavenly Sniping Technique once more.

Terror stricken, the two Ghost Immortals immediately begged for mercy, "Spare our lives!!!"