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Just when everyone thought that Ma Rulong was doomed, a powerful Yin Qi suddenly surged from the compass he tightly held in his arms. The Yin Qi wrapped around Ma Rulong like a long dragon, or rather, it was protecting him.
Earlier, to pass through this portal, Ma Rulong had let Jiao She Ling return to the compass. Only the compass personally crafted by his master could allow the Yin Ling to remain unaffected by the talismans. Now that Jiao She Ling reappeared, it was clear that it did not want Ma Rulong to die. Zheng Xuejie paused mid-air with her hand raised. She frowned as she looked at Jiao She Ling and said, "You want to protect him? Don't you know he is that old man's disciple? People from that lineage are not good; you should come with me instead. If there is enough opportunity, perhaps you could regain your true form."
Her words were extremely tempting for a Yin Ling. Even the dead wish to come back to life, let alone Jiao She, which is incredibly difficult to cultivate. As the saying goes, a snake transforms into a jiao after five hundred years, into a horned dragon after a thousand years, and into a true dragon after fifteen hundred years. To become a true dragon capable of summoning wind and rain requires at least one or two thousand years of cultivation.
This Jiao She Ling had finally cultivated its jiao form but died inexplicably at the hands of humans. This unwarranted disaster should have generated immense resentment, causing it to wreak havoc after death. However, the master of the Daoist temple appeared just in time to capture it and, for some reason, placed it in the compass without refining it.
Now, this compass and Jiao She Ling had become the only magical artifact of the Daoist temple. Only by holding it could they continue with the Extradition Ceremony.
Ma Rulong mentioned that when Jiao She Ling was first captured, it was also suppressed underground. Coupled with some words from the Old Ghost earlier, it could be inferred from these small details that Jiao She Ling and the Old Ghost were already acquainted. This speculation left me even more astonished.
According to Ma Rulong, several Old Ghosts from Wangsheng Mountain had been refined. But now another one had emerged. After performing so many Extradition Ceremonies, if an Old Ghost existed underground, Ma Rulong should have noticed by now. This indicated that the Old Ghost had only recently appeared and had been sealed away somewhere undetectable until now.
The master of the Daoist temple would not allow an Old Ghost to easily reveal itself in this underground space; thus, the seal might have been damaged like the talismans on the surface, creating a breach. In other words, the place sealing the Old Ghost was no longer secure.
I did not know if there were other powerful Yin Lings in that place; perhaps there were, or perhaps there weren't. Jiao She Ling must know where that place is and what exists within it. However, it probably would not speak; otherwise, Ma Rulong would not be completely unaware of it.
However, strictly speaking, the answers to these questions had nothing to do with me. Even if a few Millennium Old Ghosts did emerge to wreak havoc on earth, there would naturally be Experts to subdue them. The talents of China are abundant; I do not believe there are no other existences aside from those few Experts from back then.
Faced with the verbal temptation of the Old Ghost, Jiao She Ling seemed to waver as well. Ma Rulong kept his eyes tightly shut and his face pale; he neither spoke nor moved as if waiting for fate's judgment upon him.
After a while, Zheng Xuejie’s expression grew even uglier as she said, "You would willingly give up your chance to regain your true form for it? What’s so good about this little brat? It’s so fickle!"
I don’t know what exactly Jiao She Ling said to her; in any case, Zheng Xuejie was very displeased. She stared at Ma Rulong for a moment before slowly retracting her hand with a cold snort and said, "Consider yourself lucky for having such a little fool around; otherwise, I would have twisted your head off!"
Having said that, she no longer looked at Ma Rulong and turned to walk outside. At that moment, Qin Senior Sister suddenly shouted out: "You promised me you would bring her back!"
Zheng Xuejie turned her head to glance at her with a cold smile as if about to say something. But before she could speak, a commotion suddenly erupted outside. Soon after, many people rushed in; I saw Second Uncle running at the front. He held a spotlight in his hand and recognized me immediately when he shone it my way, shouting: "Child!"
I was filled with surprise and excitement as I waved at him, but then I remembered that a terrifying Old Ghost was standing in front of me. I couldn't help but shout in fear to Second Uncle, "Don't come over! It's very powerful; even an Ajan was killed!"
Since Second Uncle had brought people down, he must have already learned the general situation from the Ajan who left first. He was well aware of the Old Ghost's existence and didn't need me to elaborate. Many Black Robed Mages rushed over, surrounding Zheng Xuejie. They held various magical tools, watching closely.
Counting roughly, there were at least eight Black-Clad Achan present today, including Ajan Dong and Barulan. It seemed that Second Uncle had brought all the Ajan he had in the company to rescue me.
With so many Ajan around, ordinary evil spirits would be scattered before they could react. But the Old Ghost was different; it showed no fear and impatiently said, "When did this foreign path become so prosperous? Even this Central Plains land has been occupied by small paths. No wonder the one guarding the forbidden area now is just a kid who doesn't even understand the basics."
This humiliation made Ma Rulong's face turn ugly. He opened his eyes, clenched his fists, and stared at Zheng Xuejie as if he wanted to bite her.
Second Uncle snorted and said, "No matter what you are, stay here quietly; otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"
"Rude?" Zheng Xuejie chuckled. She suddenly turned to glance at Qin Senior Sister and said, "Fine, I won't be like that little bastard who breaks his word. This body will be returned to you."
As she spoke, Zheng Xuejie's clothes began to swell as if blown by a wind machine. Then, an indescribably powerful Yin Qi surged forth from her. The Yin Qi from Jiao She Ling was already quite robust, but this was more than double its strength. If converted into ordinary Yin Ling, it would take dozens combined to compare.
Seeing something unusual happening, the Ajan Masters didn't dare to be negligent and began chanting Invocation Spells while raising their magical tools. Corpses, coffins, Demon-Slaying Blades, Coffin Nails—everything came out. Barulan's Bone Staff stood out particularly. He fixed his gaze on Zheng Xuejie like a leopard waiting to pounce on prey on the African savanna.
However, we still underestimated the power of this Old Ghost. Once the Yin Qi erupted from Zheng Xuejie’s body, it became even stronger. The narrow underground passage was instantly filled with flying dust and debris, making it hard to see anything. A sharp voice echoed through the air: "Having left the forbidden area, do you think you can stop me?"
Then came several screams from the Ajan. I was startled and didn't know what had happened.
The sounds of screams, curses, and wind mixed together in a chaotic symphony. That powerful Yin Qi rampaged like a tornado; no one could stop it. A Demon-Slaying Blade flew from the shadows past me and directly embedded itself in the mud wall. I broke out in a cold sweat; if it had veered just a little more off course, it would have struck my face! I couldn't believe which idiot Ajan was so unsteady-handed as to throw things around!
But then I thought about it; since the Demon-Slaying Blade was a protective magical tool, an Ajan wouldn't just toss it away carelessly. The only possibility was that he couldn't control it anymore.
I immediately understood that although there seemed to be many Thai Ajarns present, they were still insufficient to deal with this Old Ghost. I couldn't tell how things were going with Second Uncle amidst the crowd. In my anxiety, I shouted out loud and heard Second Uncle say urgently, "Child, don't move! Stay right there!"
His voice was anxious and slightly panicked. Even Second Uncle's usually calm demeanor showed signs of distress; one could imagine just how tricky the situation truly was.
I didn't know how I could help them. The White Olive Amulet had been nearly depleted while resisting the Yin Ling in the underground space. Now, even if I wanted to rush up and fight, it would be of no use.
At that moment, Ma Rulong, who had been standing there with clenched fists, suddenly darted to the entrance like the wind. He reached out and closed the door, isolating the golden flames from the Yin Ling that was still trying to break through the barrier. After shutting the door, Ma Rulong took down a talisman. He stared at it for a few seconds, then gritted his teeth and looked toward the dark chaos, throwing the talisman out with a wave of his hand.
The talisman defied the laws of physics and floated toward the wind as if something within it was drawing it in.
The moment it came into contact with a trace of Yin Qi, the entire talisman ignited spontaneously. The golden flames reappeared.
A terrified and furious voice echoed in mid-air: "You little bastard, using a talisman against me! I should have killed you long ago!"
Ma Rulong looked grimly in that direction but did not respond.
The flames burned along the Yin Qi; where there was more Yin Qi, they burned more fiercely. A fragrant scent filled the air, reminiscent of flowers blooming in spring.
Old Ghost let out another shriek; its voice was sharp and piercing, difficult to distinguish between male and female, only audible as it cursed: "You little bastard, treating things this way will get you struck by lightning!"
This time, Ma Rulong did not remain silent but offered a simple reply. He sneered and said, "Let's see who gets burned to death first—me or you getting struck by lightning!"
In just a few moments, Old Ghost's Yin Qi had been burned down by one-tenth. I even saw a figure of an Ajan becoming clearer from a blur. This unknown Ajan Master was injured, with wounds all over from some unknown source, bleeding profusely. He leaned against the wall, looking unsteady, which was shocking to behold.
What surprised me even more was that while the golden flames were burning the Yin Qi, they also ignited him. Although not as fierce as when dealing with Old Ghost, it still caused great discomfort to the Ajan Master. Black mist seeped from his seven orifices; he dared not stay within the range of the golden flames and ran out while holding his head.
The golden flames seemed to merely deal with him incidentally and had no intention of pursuing him. Once he left that area, no more black mist emerged from him. His legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath with a face full of terror.
For an Ajan who had long been revered by others, it might seem that there was nothing in this world he couldn't handle. But now he faced a top-tier Yin Ling on this continent—an existence that most Ajan could not contend with and had perhaps never even heard of!
Thus, it was entirely normal for his worldview to be shattered. In front of this Old Ghost, there wasn't much difference between an Ajan and an ordinary person; if anything, they were just slightly stronger ordinary people.
Fortunately, with those golden flames present, Old Ghost could not withstand the pressure they brought. If it continued to fight on like this, perhaps it could kill all the Ajan Masters but would likely end up reduced to ashes itself.
So, it screamed, "Little bastard, you’re ruthless. I’ll settle the score with you later!"
With that, a chilling wind howled, rushing out from the underground passage. Everything along the way rolled about, making sounds of breaking and crashing. The golden flames, like maggots gnawing at bones, followed the Yin Qi and quickly vanished from sight. I didn't know if this Old Ghost could escape the entanglement of the golden flames, but it was clear that this time it would suffer significant losses. As for the last harsh words it spoke, there probably wouldn’t be any chance to fulfill them.
Of course, that was an optimistic thought.
Having survived in the underground space for so many years, the Old Ghost had a deep understanding of this talisman; otherwise, it wouldn't have said such strange words to Ma Rulong. What a waste of things? Would a ghost think using a talisman is a waste? Unless it knew that this talisman had a more important function.
As the chilling wind dissipated, what remained was utter devastation.
I saw that those Ajan Masters who had been so imposing just moments ago were now mostly lying on the ground wailing. Among them, one person was severely injured; his arm was gone as if it had been severed by a sharp weapon. Thinking back to the Demon-Slaying Blade that had flown past my face, it was likely that the Old Ghost had manipulated some Ajan's artifact to strike him down.
The one who was slightly less injured was the first to run out of the range of the golden flames. Although he was bleeding all over, it was just superficial wounds that would heal after some rest.
In the crowd, I spotted Second Uncle’s figure. He was protected behind Barulan and Ajan Dong. Although he had several bruises on his face, compared to these Ajan Masters, he looked much better. I sighed in relief and hurried over to support him, asking how badly he was hurt.
Second Uncle did not respond immediately; he scanned the ground where the Ajan Masters were wailing and then looked at the bloodied Ajan Dong and Barulan before glaring at me through gritted teeth and saying, "You better give me a satisfactory explanation for what you were doing here!"
I knew that this time I had brought him trouble far beyond any previous occasion. These Ajan were fundamental to Second Uncle's business development on the continent; he needed them to expand domestic operations and create more opportunities for the Shen Family. But now, all the Ajan had been captured; very few could stand firm, resulting in heavy losses. Especially those Ajan whose arms and legs were broken; they probably wouldn’t be able to serve Second Uncle for a long time.
There weren’t many Ajan Masters willing to come to develop on the continent because many people nowadays didn’t lack for plane ticket money. They preferred to combine their business with tourism in Thailand—killing two birds with one stone. Moreover, with so many frauds around, who could distinguish between true and false? In ordinary people's eyes, only Ajan from their place of origin were most likely to be genuine!
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