91. The Altar, the Black Coffin, and the Immortal Corpse (Third Update Delivered)

“What nonsense—Buddhist disciple? I am a cultivator of the Dao!” Chen Huangpi detested hearing the word ‘Buddha’ more than anything else.

Previously, the head of that evil Buddhist sect had tried to convert him, to make him renounce and become a monk, but in the end, Chen Huangpi had taken the relic and stuffed it into his pocket.

Now, the Mangshan Lord even had the audacity to call him an innate Buddhist disciple.

It was as if he was being insulted right to his face.

Only Heaven knew.

The Pure Immortal Temple was a Daoist temple.

Chen Huangpi was a genuine Daoist.

How could he endure such humiliation?

Yet Huang Huo’s eyes suddenly lit up, and he shouted loudly, “Mangshan Lord, although his black smoke is terrifying, if we join forces and carefully avoid it, we can definitely kill him!”

“He’s mine!” Mangshan Lord shot a vicious glare at Huang Huo.

“I won’t compete with you for glory,” Huang Huo sneered. “I just want him dead! Whether you kill him or devour him is up to your heart.”

“Agreed!” Mangshan Lord nodded, then his figure vanished in an instant.

Meanwhile, Huang Huo gritted his teeth fiercely, and his entire body melted into a puddle of sludge that flowed out of the temple.

In a moment, the entire ground became a quagmire.

Chen Huangpi, riding the black smoke, could naturally fly through the air.

But with Huang Huo and Mangshan Lord attacking together, he was suddenly placed at an extreme disadvantage.

“Ah Gui, release Golden Horn for me!”

“Yes, master!”

The Reaper Ghost was truly helpless; it too wished to help Chen Huangpi fight Huang Huo and Mangshan Lord like the Bronze Oil Lamp did.

However, Chen Huangpi wore its skin as a cover.

Moreover, the moment the black smoke appeared, its body became armor, tightly bound to Chen Huangpi.

At Chen Huangpi’s command, the Reaper Ghost immediately rallied its spirit.

In the next moment, the Soul-Harvesting Register emitted a chilling aura.

That aura sharply cleared Chen Huangpi’s mind.

Then, strands of yellowish mist appeared all around.

A ferocious beast’s head emerged directly from the mist.

That was the spirit of Golden Horn.

Yet Golden Horn’s current state was pitiful.

Its mouth was skewed, as if dislocated.

Of its eight eyes, six remained tightly shut.

Only the defiant horns atop its head remained sharp.

“Wuwu…” Golden Horn looked at Chen Huangpi like a bullied child seeing its parent, its large eyes filled with grievance and indignation.

Chen Huangpi burst into anger. “Ah Gui, I told you to talk properly with Golden Horn—this is how you talk?!”

The Reaper Ghost trembled in fear. “Master, it’s my fault, I know I was wrong!”

“I’ll settle with you later!” Chen Huangpi said resentfully, “Golden Horn, rest assured, I will avenge you later. But right now, the situation is critical, and I need your help. Your nose is keen, help me watch out for Mangshan Lord.”

Golden Horn hesitated slightly but nodded.

Though its nose was keen, without a physical body, no matter how sharp the sense, it was useless.

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