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"How dare you, Seductress, to think you can absorb someone's essence! To commit such a heinous act and feel justified in doing so must mean you have caused great harm. If I do not eliminate you, this audacious Seductress, how can I stand my ground?" At that moment, Zitong's face was as cold as frost, his bright silver armor gleaming, and a steel spear radiating a chilling aura. Although the lollipop he held in his mouth somewhat diminished his imposing presence, he still exuded an air of bone-chilling coldness.
Xiao Yefeng, as the master, felt this tension acutely. Hua Qian, on the other hand, felt as if she were facing an enemy. An involuntary sense of being overpowered surged within her; it was said that one could appear weaker before a battle even before it began. At this moment, Hua Qian was already at a disadvantage against Zitong in terms of momentum.
Although both Hua Qian and Zitong were at the same level of Eerie Energy—both peak Earthbound Spirits, half a step away from Demon General Level—Hua Qian's heart was filled with an illusion of invincibility. This was a grave military error; fear in battle would surely lead to defeat.
At that moment, Hua Qian steadied her mind and retreated swiftly, producing a long sword that she held protectively in front of her chest. With her apricot eyes narrowing at Zitong, she said, "Where did you come from, little brother? How dare you ruin your sister's good fortune? I'll spank you!"
Hua Qian forced herself to maintain composure; in truth, it was Yang Xing using a spell to assist her. Otherwise, Zitong's earlier commanding words would have sent Hua Qian fleeing. After all, once Zitong entered combat, his tone had changed dramatically—it was the aura of someone who had long held power. This had nothing to do with strength; it was akin to how one feels nervous when their superior approaches them—a natural response to authority.
"Hmph! I give you a chance; since you refuse to repent, do not blame me for sending your soul back to Yin Si and making you endure the suffering of the Eighteen Layers of Hell!" At that moment, Zitong flicked his spearhead, and his entire Ghost Body vanished into thin air. Although this was Xiao Lin's dreamscape, it had been forcefully occupied by Hua Qian and transformed into a ghostly realm. However, as an Earthbound Spirit, Zitong could naturally take advantage of the terrain.
Meanwhile, Hua Qian, also a ghost, finally began to panic. In another corner of the city, Yang Xing sat cross-legged on his altar just like Xiao Yefeng. On the wooden table before him lay only Hua Qian's doll along with an incense burner, two white candles, a stack of yellow talismans, and a wooden sword.
Just as Xiao Yefeng and Zitong were connected in spirit, so too were Yang Xing and Hua Qian. Yang Xing had refined Hua Qian into his puppet spirit and could enter her Ghost Body at any time. At that moment in the dreamscape, Hua Qian was being overwhelmed by Zitong's attacks; Zitong's spear struck like a viper's tongue—swift and precise—and with the aid of Hua Qian's ghostly realm, he became elusive. For now, all Hua Qian could do was evade desperately.
Suddenly, Yang Xing opened his eyes and muttered to himself: "Is someone causing trouble? A ghost controller? It seems they are one of my kind—what a powerful spirit! It looks like my ranks will soon have another strong ally!"
Yang Xing formed hand seals and flicked his fingers at the two white candles beside the incense burner; two flames ignited them instantly. Then Yang Xing made his move—he slapped the table and sent the wooden sword flying into his hand while continuously chanting spells. Soon enough, his eyes widened as he touched the sword tip to a yellow talisman. The talisman lifted off the table; although seated on the couch, Yang Xing could still extend his arm fully as he traced a circle in the air with the wooden sword.
Next, Yang Xing clapped his left hand against his right palm while forming a sword gesture with his fingers near his lips. The wooden sword struck the yellow talisman and instantly pressed it onto Hua Qian's doll. Yang Xing’s eyes widened as he shouted: "Nether Energy! Forge your ghostly form! Condense Underworld energy into divine weaponry—go forth swiftly!"
As soon as he uttered "go," he withdrew the wooden sword while the yellow talisman ignited directly on Hua Qian's doll. The fabric doll was engulfed in flames but remained unaffected; once ignited by the yellow talisman, Yang Xing sheathed his sword protectively across his chest and closed his eyes once more.
At that moment, Hua Qian—who had been suppressed by Zitong—suddenly felt an explosive surge of Eerie Energy. Her level as an Earthbound Spirit skyrocketed; originally half a step from Demon General Level, she now ascended to full Demon General status. Suddenly waves of energy surged around her long sword as she clashed against Zitong’s spear. The previously unyielding Zitong found himself unexpectedly forced back by this sudden strike.
Seeing Zitong retreat shocked Xiao Yefeng for a moment as both he and Hua Qian exclaimed in unison: "Underworld water?"
Xiao Yefeng hid in the shadows, unnoticed by Hua Qian. However, Hua Qian heard Zitong's words. Seeing Zitong withdraw after retracting the gun, Hua Qian understood that her master was helping her. With the support of Nether Energy and the divine weapon imbued with Underworld aura, Hua Qian's confidence soared. She pointed her long sword at Zitong and declared, "Ghost, let's see if you dare to boast about subduing me again. You still want to send me to the Eighteen Layers of Hell? Ha! With the power of this Yellow Spring Sword, I shall send you to meet Yan Wang!"
"Yan Wang? You may fear him, but I do not!" Zitong pivoted the spear and charged at Hua Qian once more.
"Arrogant! Today, I will show you what true power is!" Hua Qian swept her Yellow Spring Sword, conjuring two Eerie Energy spirits from thin air—ghosts formed from Underworld aura—one on each side, attacking Zitong from both flanks.
At that moment, Zitong did not relent; gripping the spear with one hand, she threw a right hook. The two ghosts were instantly obliterated as their heads exploded. Meanwhile, the spear tip was already at Hua Qian's side. Zitong showed no mercy as she thrust the spear toward Hua Qian's vital points.
"Boom!"
Eerie Energy surged forth as Hua Qian raised her Yellow Spring Sword to block Zitong's strike. However, just as Zitong had predicted, the Underworld aura could not affect Zitong's Ghost Body. This revelation stunned Hua Qian; if it weren't for her master's assistance, the Yellow Spring Sword would have been instantly purified by the Underworld waters—the only river of Yin Si that cleanses all emotions before reincarnation.
Any spirit, whether a lonely soul or an Evil Spirit, would be rendered a mere passerby if washed by Underworld waters. Their Eerie Energy would be extinguished, making it a bane for lower-tier ghosts. Although the Underworld aura was not as potent as true Underworld waters, its effects were nearly equivalent. Protected by Yang Xing's talisman, Hua Qian was shielded from the purifying effects of the Underworld aura. She initially thought Zitong would be restrained by it; however, both Hua Qian and Xiao Yefeng were now intimidated by Zitong.
"Do not underestimate the Underworld aura! Even if you can summon Underworld waters to flood me, I am unafraid!" Suddenly, Eerie Energy erupted from Zitong as she smashed through the Yellow Spring Sword with her spear. The spear pierced through Hua Qian's right chest, completely penetrating her Ghost Body.
"Ah!"
"Poof~"
Hua Qian let out a wail while Yang Xing spat out another mouthful of blood in shock. Who was this opponent? How could the Yellow Spring Sword be defeated? Was there a Sorcerer assisting?
Yang Xing was unaware of Zitong's strength and could only speculate that another Sorcerer had ambushed Hua Qian. After all, while Underworld aura could harm ghosts, it had little effect on Sorcerers protected by spiritual energy.
As these thoughts crossed Yang Xing's mind, a surge of anger ignited within him. Sorcerers were typically arrogant beings, especially those who walked the Demonic Path—extreme individuals driven by greed and desire. Having navigated through challenges for over a decade, Yang Xing found this recent series of setbacks to be the most frequent he had ever experienced. How could he swallow this humiliation?
At that moment, Yang Xing thought to himself, "Alright! As a Sorcerer, you dare to intervene while fighting a ghost? Then don't blame me for taking action!" With that thought, he gripped the Peach Wood Sword firmly, wiped a bit of blood from the corner of his mouth onto the wooden sword, transforming it into a blood sword. He then recited a Spell, and the wooden sword suddenly flipped, piercing through all the Yellow Talismans on the table. Wherever the sword tip went, the Yellow Talismans turned to ashes.
With the sword in hand, Yang Xing's head drooped weakly, clearly having made the same choice as Xiao Yefeng; he too entered Xiao Lin's dream. However, Yang Xing chose to use Hua Qian as a springboard to sneak into Xiao Lin's dream.
Now that Yang Xing had entered the dream, he could also follow Hua Qian's traces. However, at this moment, Hua Qian was completely suppressed by the erupting Zitong. Although the Yellow Spring Sword was powerful, it was utterly useless against Zitong, who ignored the Underworld energy. Fortunately, Hua Qian's Nether Energy regeneration ability was decent; even though her Ghost Body was damaged, the timely repair of Nether Energy meant that Zitong could suppress Hua Qian but could not eliminate her.
"You can't kill me, ghost! When my master arrives, you're doomed!" Hua Qian struggled to hold off Zitong's spear with her Yellow Spring Sword but still refused to give up her verbal advantage.
"Silence! Let me show you what a true Ghost Cultivator is!" With that, Zitong wielded her Bright Silver Spear and created a Gun Flower. The Gun Flower shook and suddenly five and a half Gun Flowers appeared out of thin air. The five and a half Gun Flowers then exploded like petals of an Azure Gray Lotus, raining down and shredding the Ghost Flowers around Hua Qian.
At that moment, Hua Qian looked at the falling petals in shock and exclaimed, "This... this is ghostly magic only a true Ghost Cultivator can use! What are you?"
But all she received in response were the swift petals slicing through her Ghost Body. The defense of the Yellow Spring Sword was as fragile as paper; gradually, the Underworld energy was pierced through. Countless petals tore apart Hua Qian's Ghost Body, and at that moment, the last blooming lotus was closing in on her Ghost Body. With this strike, Hua Qian would surely be obliterated.
"Thousand Lotus Blooming Spear Breaks the Lonely City!" A youthful voice came from behind the lotus. At that moment, Zitong finally revealed herself; the tip of her Bright Silver Spear transformed into a blooming lotus due to its rapid shaking.
"Master, save me!" Hua Qian cried out in desperation as she brought her Yellow Spring Sword in front of her to block the spear. However, the Yellow Spring Sword shattered like a mirror. Without it, Hua Qian could only await her demise. Just then, in despair, she shouted.
"Break!" Zitong bellowed angrily.
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