MOF Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Encountering Jiang Yanhua, Little A Si Reveals His True Form

A subtle movement in the forest, A Si looked again…

An undeniable force came from his neck, Xie Yiling grabbed the arm-like mountain mist in front of him, trying to forcefully break it open.

His throat tightened, almost suffocating him. Xie Yiling’s vision blurred, and he curled up, kneeling on the ground. He desperately pressed down on the hands around his neck, using an escape spell.

It was useless!

Xie Yiling was surprised and a hint of panic flashed through his mind. This spell, which always worked, was actually failing!

“Bang!”

A loud noise exploded in Xie Yiling’s ears, and for a moment, he mistakenly thought he had already passed away. The force on his neck, along with the pressure on his head, suddenly disappeared with the sound.

He shook his head, and after his vision cleared, he quickly stood up.

He saw a child standing not far away. His eyes were pure white, with a speck of black embedded in them, making them extremely eerie.

His face and body were not intact. Red, blue, purple, black – bruises, scars that exposed bone, scorched skin, and rotting flesh.

Xie Yiling suddenly stopped, his feet seemingly nailed to the spot.

Jiang Yanhua straightened up, no longer focusing on Xie Yiling.

The mountain mist wriggled, moving towards A Si: “So, it’s a little Five Ghost.”

He lazily waved his hand, and a gale suddenly rose in the mountains, sweeping over.

This wind was formed from Jiang Yanhua’s evil power, concealing murderous intent.

The Five Ghost opened his mouth, revealing a blood-red cavity and snow-white fangs. His hands transformed into sharp claws, and his feet became short and thick, a veritable evil beast.

An angry roar shook the mountain forest, and a quick shadow flashed past, piercing through the mountain mist.

The wind grew stronger.

Xie Yiling forcefully wiped away the blood trickling down his cheek from the cuts. He had no intention of confronting Jiang Yanhua head-on, but since the other party didn’t plan to let them go, he didn’t bother wasting words.

A flash of white light, and Azurefall actually returned again.

Xie Yiling raised his hand and caught it perfectly. With a bit of force, spiritual power surged.

He controlled the sword with his spiritual power, the cold blade’s killing intent fluctuated, and without the sword wielder saying much, it directly attacked Jiang Yanhua.

In a head-on confrontation, avoiding the evil wind was impossible. Xie Yiling felt dense, needle-like pain on his cheeks. He wiped his face, which was covered in blood, frowning as he wiped his bloody hand clean on his clothes.

“Heh, a mere Five Ghost dares to attack in front of this venerable one, how laughable!”

As he spoke, he uprooted several large trees, and the ground shook.

The Five Ghost, fearless, pounced on Jiang Yanhua, biting down.

A tiger’s roar came from the mountain mist.

Xie Yiling’s spirit shook, and the blood in his throat was finally spat out.

The Five Ghost’s sharp claws directly pierced into Jiang Yanhua’s body, stirring with ruthless force. A large amount of black air dyed his already disfigured hand black.

“A Si!” Xie Yiling stabbed his sword into the mountain mist, then summoned a chain of talismans, binding Jiang Yanhua completely, and pulled back forcefully.

Where the cold sword struck, a stream of black air slowly flowed out of the mountain mist, with a texture like water.

Jiang Yanhua raised his hand to grab the talisman chain, shaking it with all his might, causing Xie Yiling’s arms to throb with pain.

Seeing that the talisman chain wasn’t very effective, Xie Yiling neatly bit his finger and drew a blood talisman, sticking it onto Jiang Yanhua’s body.

He closed his eyes and focused, subconsciously reciting: “With blood as a guide, summon souls and spirits, spells resonate, temporarily conceal spiritual awareness. With the sword as the Dao…”

Xie Yiling suddenly stopped, momentarily forgetting the following sentences.

“With the sword as the Dao, ascend through the Heavenly Gate, descend to the Underworld, seek the soul and gather qi, temporarily restrain spiritual power. How many times have I taught you? Why can’t you still do it?”

A burst of white light flashed before Xie Yiling’s eyes, but the voice in his ear didn’t stop.

“Nangong Ci, do you think I’m stupid?”

“Why aren’t you talking? You really dare to think I’m stupid?”

“Nangong Ci, if you make fun of me again, I’ll cry at the entrance of the Southern Return Heavenly Pavilion!”

The surrounding noise could no longer enter his ears. His mind was now filled with the voice of a young boy nagging another.

“Sixth brother, take me with you next time you exorcise evil!”

“If you don’t take me, I’ll sneak down the mountain myself!”

“I heard that there will be a Gathering Festival in Mo City soon, and merchants from all over will go. It must be very lively then!”

“Si Wumian! What are you blanking out for? Hurry up and leave? Sixth brother, don’t mind him, he must be acting foolish again!”

“I only need one last medicinal herb, and I can refine it. Nangong Ci, once I return from Diancang Mountain, you can see again.”

“…”

The voices in his ears gradually dissipated along with the mountain mist, replaced by a cloud of black air.

“Hahahaha!” Jiang Yanhua sneered, “Overestimating yourself! To actually treat this venerable one as an ordinary evil spirit, how laughable!”

He exerted his strength, sending the Five Ghost flying more than ten meters away. Then he grabbed Xie Yiling’s neck, lifting him up.

Xie Yiling’s vision was blurry, unable to see clearly. He only felt a dull pain in his head. His hands lost strength, and the cold sword clattered to the ground.

On the other side, Nangong Ci was fighting against the mountain mist barrier conjured by Jiang Yanhua when his brow suddenly furrowed, and a strong sense of unease rose in his heart.

He lowered his head and saw a red string that had appeared on his wrist at some point, gradually fading in and out, as if it would disappear with the wind in the next moment.

It was Xie Ci.

Nangong Ci’s eyes were filled with gloom, and his heart ached intensely, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, both painful and cold.

He didn’t know how long it lasted, but the pain gradually dissipated. He subconsciously looked at his wrist. The red string was still there, bright and clear, as if it had been drenched in heart’s blood, shockingly vivid.

“Le-Let him go!” The Five Ghost was on all fours, charging forward in a bizarre posture with his head in front.

Flames ignited around him, shaped like a rolling ball of fire, and as he approached Jiang Yanhua, he let out a ferocious cry!

This attack caused Jiang Yanhua’s entire body to tilt.

“I told you, let him go!”

“This venerable one has had enough fun. It’s time for you to dissipate, little Five Ghost.”

“Ahhhh!” The roar resounded through the mountain forest. The Five Ghost looked up and roared angrily. Black mucus flowed from the wounds all over his body, and a cloud of purple mist drifted towards Jiang Yanhua.

Everything went silent. Jiang Yanhua slowly lowered his hand.

For a long time, he didn’t move again.

The Nightmare Ghost could create dreams. Those who were affected would fall into a dream, and those who were greedy would have their desires amplified. A fierce beast like Jiang Yanhua would probably be immersed in a sweet dream of being the sole ruler of the world.

The Five Ghost’s face was covered in mucus. He wanted to approach Xie Yiling, but suddenly thought of something, stopping in his tracks and starting to wipe his face.

He couldn’t wipe it off, instead smearing his hands with a strong stench, repeatedly reminding him that he was just a corpse that had been dead for many years.

“Xie Ci gege,” A Si stood not far away, tears streaming down his face, “Wake up, don’t sleep anymore.”

Azurefall on the ground began to vibrate, disappearing with a “whoosh.” In the next moment, the sword light was like the first rays of the sun melting away the remaining snow, breaking through the mountain mist barrier created by Jiang Yanhua.

A subtle movement in the forest, A Si saw that white figure again.

He gazed at Nangong Ci, who was rushing over through the mist, and for a moment, he was transported back to a long time ago when this person disregarded the rules of the Three Realms and snatched him from the hands of the underworld officers.

Xie Yiling’s hand moved weakly, and he faintly heard footsteps.

It was Nangong Ci.

Even though he couldn’t see the figure and was about to faint, he still recognized the approaching person by that extremely faint, indescribable cold fragrance.

Nangong Ci half-embraced Xie Yiling, gently touching his face, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he slowly opened his eyes.

Gu Huanzhi and Liu Weiyuan followed along with the dissipating mountain mist, and saw Jiang Yanhua, who had transformed into a cloud of mountain mist, quietly break free from A Si’s control and was about to attack them.

The green umbrella in Liu Weiyuan’s hand flew out, the umbrella surface like a flying leaf, shooting towards the mountain mist.

The flying knives passed through Jiang Yanhua’s body, but failed to stop his movements.

Nangong Ci sensed the danger. With a flick of his wrist, Azurefall returned to his hand.

Xie Yiling didn’t care about the pain. He quickly got up and forced the turbid qi out of his body.

The talisman chain reappeared, and Xie Yiling spoke, the taste of blood still in his mouth: “This Jiang Yanhua is nothing more than this. With the strength of a few of us, we might as well be able to kill him.”

Nangong Ci agreed: “Jiang Yanhua was once captured by the city lord of Jiang City. His soul cultivated by borrowing a body. Although his evil energy is extremely strong now, he is not as good as before.”

As they spoke, they each stood in position, preparing to attack Jiang Yanhua together.

“Hahahaha!” Jiang Yanhua dismissed them with a disdainful look. He had only agreed to clean up this group of people because Wen Liangchen had preserved his soul.

Originally, killing a few ants was not of interest to him, but the unexpected situation now aroused some interest.

“Since that’s the case, this venerable one wants to see how capable you are!”

Nangong Ci’s eyes narrowed with coldness, and he chanted a spell, forming a spiritual array.

Xie Yiling recognized the array at a glance and assisted by chanting a spell.

Among the immortal sects, the Southern Return Heavenly Pavilion had always been ranked first. Its unique immortal techniques and spiritual arrays were the best reasons for it to be admired.

Although Gu Huanzhi didn’t understand the spiritual array laid down by Nangong Ci, he could understand Xie Yiling’s actions.

Senior Brother Xie actually learned the Southern Return spiritual arts so quickly!

How could Jiang Yanhua wait to die? He stirred up a gale, intending to destroy the array.

Liu Weiyuan and Gu Huanzhi were unwilling to show weakness. The two used their spiritual weapons and began to fight him.

The spiritual array pressed down, trapping Jiang Yanhua. He raised his hand, thinking he could easily overturn it, but who knew that the spiritual array was as heavy as a mountain, unmoving.

Seeing Jiang Yanhua losing his footing, Xie Yiling immediately summoned the talisman chain, using a spell.

Crimson light illuminated the forest, and a dark red demonic aura formed a long sword, slashing towards Jiang Yanhua.

Attacks came swiftly from all directions. Azurefall pierced through Jiang Yanhua’s head, the talisman chain tightly wrapped around his body, the blade of Frost Visitor severed his arms, and the green umbrella attacked from behind, bringing the sound of a blade cutting through the air.

With a “boom,” the mountain mist was squeezed into a ball.

“Ahhhh!” Jiang Yanhua roared angrily, shaking the green hills, and the earth trembled.

The mountain mist, which had been as tall as a person, was gradually suppressed, turning into a puddle of black water.

Finally, the sounds stopped.

Xie Yiling, because he had forcibly used the demonic arts just now, had greatly depleted his mind. He felt dizzy, and the talisman chain disappeared. He raised his hand halfway, unable to support his head, and fell straight forward.

Fortunately, he didn’t faint.

Nangong Ci caught him, cast a spell to strengthen his spirit, and held his wrist, sending his own spiritual power into his body, stabilizing the two chaotic immortal and demonic forces within him.

Xie Yiling gratefully glanced at him, turning his gaze to find A Si.

He saw A Si curled up under a tree root, hiding himself with the grass, trying to deceive everyone. He waved his hand and said, “Come here.”

A Si looked at him in surprise, pointing to himself with a claw that looked quite terrifying: “Me?”

Xie Yiling nodded: “Yes, you, come here.”

A Si said “oh” and approached him in a wriggling manner.

Xie Yiling couldn’t bear to watch anymore and directly picked him up.

Gu Huanzhi looked at the indescribable object in Xie Yiling’s hand in disbelief. The thought that it was A Si’s original form made him feel shocked and doubtful for a moment, then a sense of pity welled up.

A Si covered his face with his claws, whispering: “Don’t look at me, don’t look at me.”

Xie Yiling felt a pang in his heart, shaking him: “Stop shouting, can you turn back?”

A Si’s limbs were off the ground, and he moved them, saying: “It seems, I can’t.”

Xie Yiling looked at Nangong Ci, asking: “Shifu, what should we do now?”

Nangong Ci shook his head: “It can only be like this for now, he will naturally recover after a while.”

After leaving the mountain, they could fly with their swords. Nangong Ci carried Xie Yiling on his sword, Xie Yiling carrying A Si, and Gu Huanzhi carried Liu Weiyuan, all heading towards Cang Ling Du.