Starting as a Son-in-law to Establish an immortal Family

In an instant, the temperature in the surrounding air seemed to plummet, becoming bone-chillingly cold—as if they had plunged into an icy abyss.

“This isn’t good!”

“Be careful!”

Lingfeng, Chu Qingyi, and the others turned pale, their instincts screaming danger as alarm bells rang in their minds.

“Buzz——”

A blurry figure walked out of the shadows.

He wore a White Jade Crown and a tattered, antiquated white Qilin Flowing Clouds Robe.

On his hands, face, and neck—any exposed parts of his skin—scarlet, grotesque hair could be seen sprouting in patches.

“What is this?”

“Is this—an Yin Corpse?”

Every cultivator present stared at the figure in horror, a palpable dread snaking through their hearts like they were teetering at the edge of an abyss, their backs pierced by icy needles, walking carefully across thin ice.

This entity emanated an aura of unparalleled terror.

Even Lu Changsheng felt his spine tingle and hair bristle, realizing that this figure was completely beyond comprehension, invincible!

“Jie jie jie——”

The figure’s hollow, lifeless eyes gazed toward Chu Qingyi and Venerable Huxiao, unleashing two sinister beams of blood-red light, accompanied by his hauntingly deep and ominous laughter.

The sound was suffocatingly oppressive and eerie, unsettling hearts and stirring Qi-Blood wildly, almost causing many to faint on the spot.

But before the laughter ceased, the figure materialized behind Venerable Huxiao without warning. His red-haired hand thrust out viciously.

“What—!”

Venerable Huxiao’s eyes widened as he felt the strike imbued with Space Force, trapping his body as if ensnared in quicksand, leaving him unable to escape. He had no choice but to mobilize his Mana to form a Magic Barrier for defense.

“Boom!”

The towering and imposing Venerable Huxiao’s expression shifted drastically as his Spiritual Power Magic Barrier shattered under the attack. His entire body was sent hurtling backward, crashing into the ground, forming a pit several meters wide, with dust and sand erupting into the air.

At that moment, Chu Qingyi raised her Magical Sword, and a burst of radiant Spiritual Light exploded, her Sword Intent sharp as frost, fiercely slashing at the figure’s shoulder.

“Clang!”

A resounding clash like metal striking metal echoed.

The impact of Chu Qingyi’s awe-inspiring strike against the red-haired figure’s body seemed to leave no mark.

Only his ancient and dilapidated Qilin Flowing Clouds Robe showed faint tears, exposing the densely red-haired flesh beneath.