Fang Zhixing said with surprise, "What, do you know her?"
Ning Yuesu looked uncertain, carefully observing the woman’s face, and slowly said, "I have seen the portrait of our ancestral master, and this woman, she looks too much like it!"
Fang Zhixing’s mind stirred, and he hastily asked, "Where is your ancestral master buried?"
Ning Yuesu replied, "Master mentioned it once, saying that at the pinnacle of her life, our ancestral master suddenly passed her position to her, and afterward, she roamed the four seas and her whereabouts became unknown."
Fang Zhixing raised his eyebrows and pondered, "Then this woman, she might really be your ancestral master."
Ning Yuesu thought the same, and after working out the years, she mused, "If she really is the ancestral master, then she must be at least four hundred years old by now."
The maximum lifespan in the Nine Ox Realm could reach up to two hundred years.
Therefore, it was indeed possible for a Nine Ox Realm expert of the generation before the last to still be alive today and to have surpassed four hundred years of age.
Fang Zhixing carried the lantern and walked around the stone platform.
Unfortunately, the ground was covered in flesh and blood, obscuring everything.
He did not find anything that could prove the woman’s identity.
At that moment, a squelching sound reached his ears.
It was as if someone behind you was incessantly smacking their lips.
Fang Zhixing did not hesitate; he lit a match and flicked it upwards.
The flame brightened, illuminating the grand hall.
Fang Zhixing turned his head to look, and about three yards away, a lump of flesh was swelling rapidly.
In an instant, the lump rose gently and formed a human silhouette.
Another Blood Corpse!
This Blood Corpse was burly and tall, nearly nine meters high, with a huge elephant’s head and two tusks that soared to the sky.
"Isn’t that the White Elephant form of the Gongxi Clan?"
Fang Zhixing’s eyes flickered. He had fought with Gongxi Xiong and others before and was familiar with the Demon Qi of the "White Elephant Sky Flipping Technique."
This Blood Corpse in front of him had definitely cultivated the Demon Transformation Divine Skill.
Immediately afterward, he noticed something in the hands of the Blood Corpse—it was an ancient bronze spear.
Fang Zhixing narrowed his eyes slightly and asked in a low voice, "Do people of the Gongxi Clan excel in spear techniques?"
Ning Yuesu thought for a moment, then shook her head, "They shouldn’t, at least I have never heard of it."
After a pause, she added, "Those who are adept at using spears often have a background with the Wolf Cavalry."
Before her words had ended, the elephant-headed Blood Corpse slightly bent its knees, pointed the spear backwards, assuming a posture of dragging the spear.
Seeing this, Fang Zhixing’s body surged with power, unleashing ten blood-colored tentacles.
Almost at the same time, Ning Yuesu’s delicate body shuddered, and she boldly made her move.
The Evil Yin Cone shone brightly as it shot out, tracing an arc, then suddenly landed at the foot of the elephant-headed Blood Corpse.
A terrifying chill burst forth instantly, and ice shards sprouted from the ground, spreading up the Blood Corpse’s legs.
The elephant-headed Blood Corpse suddenly swung the spear, chopping off its legs. The upper body immediately catapulted to the side.
As it moved, the severed legs wriggled ceaselessly, regenerating a new pair of feet at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The elephant-headed Blood Corpse gracefully landed on the ground, but in the next instant, ten blood-colored tentacles smashed down upon it en masse.
The space was instantly filled with wild, chaotic power, vast and destructive, obliterating everything.
The elephant-headed Blood Corpse fiercely raised its head, just as it was about to lift the ancient bronze broadsword, its body twisted violently and exploded.
The ancient bronze spear flew out of its grip, spinning a few times before slanting into the ground.
The spear tip pierced through flesh and tissue, emitting a crisp collision sound.
Fang Zhixing’s heart leapt with joy. He picked up the ancient bronze spear, held it in his hand, waving it casually, generating a gust like a tiger’s roar.
This spear was clearly a Fourth Level weapon.
Suddenly, in the deathly silent space, an almost imperceptible sigh sounded.
Fang Zhixing and Ning Yuesu exchanged glances, then turned simultaneously, their gazes falling on the stone platform.
This glance was ill-fated—the woman’s head on the stone platform had twisted!
Originally facing up, now it had turned to the right.
"Was it hit by the aftershocks of the battle?"
Ning Yuesu’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, and raising her hand, she extended a finger, poking the woman’s cheek.
The flesh was soft, and the skin very elastic.
In the next instant, the woman’s eyes suddenly opened wide.
Ning Yuesu immediately stepped back, raising the Evil Yin Cone to her chest.
Fang Zhixing reacted even faster, his blood-colored tentacles grasping the ancient bronze spear, positioning it above the woman’s head, aiming down.
"Cough, cough cough!"
The woman suddenly started coughing, her eyelids lifted a few times, and slowly opened.
The candlelight seemed to irritate her eyeballs, prompting her to squint slightly.
After a while, she gradually adapted to the light, laboriously raising her head, her gaze sweeping over Ning Yuesu and Fang Zhixing.
Her mouth opened and she began to speak, but her tongue was extremely stiff, her words unclear.
Ning Yuesu responded, "Who are you?"
The woman’s gaze flickered, and her face showed human emotions as she replied, "I, I am..."
She tried several times, and finally managed to express herself smoothly.
"I am Ning Chaohong, the eleventh Sect Master of the Extreme Yin Sect."
Ning Yuesu’s face changed dramatically, exclaiming, "Ancestral master, is it really you?"
Ning Chaohong’s eyes slightly widened.
Suddenly, her gaze fell on the Evil Yin Cone, and she blurted out, "The Evil Yin Cone!"
Ning Yuesu nodded, "I am the disciple of Ning Daoshi, the thirteenth Sect Master."
"Thirteenth generation?!"
Ning Chaohong’s expression changed drastically, utterly astonished, and she asked, "How many years have I been away from the Extreme Yin Sect?"
Ning Yuesu replied, "At least two hundred thirty years!"
This answer plunged Ning Chaohong into silence.
She looked down at her lower body and her face quickly turned extremely unsightly.
A surge of utter despair climbed onto her face.
After a moment, Ning Chaohong calmed down and suddenly urged in a sharp voice, "Yue Su, right? How did you come here too? This place is dangerous, hurry and leave!"