MOF Chapter 37

Chapter 37: Drawing Blood as a Guide, the Daoist Offers His Spirit, Nangong Ci Stands at the Center of the Formation…

Seeing Sect Leader Shen holding a magical artifact and wanting to hand it over, Nangong Ci politely declined his kindness, “Thank you, Sect Leader Shen, but Fufeng already possesses a Southern Return Heavenly Pavilion artifact, enough to resist this zombie tide and help Shuo City through this dangerous situation.”

Shen Heshuang sighed lightly and had to withdraw the artifact, saying, “Cangling Capital was unable to assist when Daoist Fufeng needed it; I truly feel bad…”

Nangong Ci said calmly, “Sect Leader Shen, there’s no need to dwell on past events. The situation is urgent; we’ll take our leave first.”

With that, he turned and glanced at Xie Yiling, “Let’s go.”

From the day Xie Yiling arrived at Cangling Capital, he sensed Nangong Ci’s indifference towards Shen Heshuang and the others, but he never found a suitable opportunity to ask about it.

Now there was even less chance. He temporarily suppressed the content of their conversation in his heart and followed.

The gates of Shuo City were closed, and guards had been defending it day and night for some time. However, under the control of the person behind the zombie horde, scaling walls and leaping over gates was nothing to them. The guards were terrified and fled in disarray, crying for help as they ran.

This commotion naturally awakened the Shuo City residents, who had just experienced a zombie attack and were in a state of extreme anxiety.

Lights lit up in house after house, leaking out a dim, warm glow. It was supposed to be the warmth of the mortal world, but it didn’t bring any sense of security.

The disciples of Cangling Capital had already dispersed to various towns and villages within Shuo City. Shuo City was vast, but fortunately, most of the zombies were concentrated in the main city.

When Xie Yiling and the others arrived, the Cangling Capital disciples had been fighting the zombies for a long time and were exhausted.

The streets were crowded with people, and the sky seemed to merge with the throng, making it seem as if a dark cloud had fallen over Shuo City. What should have been a lively and bustling scene was now completely different.

On the street, the sharp claws of a zombie, like iron hooks, were tightly gripping a fleeing resident. Its fingers sank deep into the resident’s shoulder, tearing off half of his body.

The poor innocent resident didn’t even have time to cry for help before he died in agony.

A person nearby was so frightened that their courage broke on the spot. Their legs were as soft as noodles, and they struggled for a long time without the strength to stand up and escape. They could only watch helplessly as the zombie approached, opening its blood-filled mouth.

Hard fangs pierced through the skull, and blood flowed from the resident’s entire head in an instant. His eyes were wide open, staring lifelessly.

Several residents were knocked down by the pursuing zombies, falling into the horde. A few seconds later, the zombies dispersed, leaving behind only some bloody bone fragments and limbs.

The pungent smell of blood filled the streets and alleys. Unidentifiable colored slime flowed from the bodies of the zombies that had completely fallen, wetting the ground. It was like thick blood, converging with the blood shed by injured residents and immortal sect disciples to form a pool of blood.

Where the blood flowed, lines and streaks like intersecting scars ran through the long streets.

Xie Yiling looked at Nangong Ci and said softly, “Nangong Ci, be careful.”

With that, he flew into the zombie-infested street. The talisman chain in his hand, surging with spiritual power, constantly impacted the zombies.

While defending against the zombies, Gu Huanzhi caught a glimpse of Nangong Ci’s figure flashing past. He was busy dealing with the frenzied zombies in front of him and didn’t pay much attention. He didn’t notice that Nangong Ci had lightly leapt onto the roof of a building.

He took Azurefall out, calmly unsheathed it, and looked down at the people fighting the zombies below.

Although the immortal sect members were fighting with all their might, their speed was still too slow. Countless residents were dying, and those who were infected with zombie poison couldn’t all be saved by Liu Weiyuan alone, especially since Spiritual Leaves weren’t inexhaustible.

What if there was a method that could solve the problem once and for all?

The cold wind howled past the tall building, and Azurefall emitted a somewhat dazzling white light. Nangong Ci raised his hand and drew a spiritual array at his feet. Then, he flicked the sword, and the cold blade pressed against the flesh of his palm.

With just a slight exertion, the skin immediately broke open, and crimson blood slowly flowed down the blade.

His expression didn’t change, and even though he saw more and more blood flowing, he didn’t even move his eyebrows. The blood at his feet spread along the lines of the spiritual array, forming a blood array.

The spiritual array showed a faint red light around it and began to vibrate as the blood increased.

The wind grew stronger, seemingly foreshadowing the cruel suppression that would soon come.

Nangong Ci’s originally neat black hair was blown into disarray by the wind, and his clothes danced, accidentally stained with blood, leaving behind bright red marks.

Once the spiritual array was formed, it began to draw Nangong Ci’s spiritual power, and within the four seas, there was a faint tremor.

Xie Yiling was wondering which immortal was taking action when he looked up and saw the high building. A sharp pain struck him.

What came into view was a spiritual array soaked in blood. Nangong Ci stood at the center of the formation, using his blood as a guide and offering his spiritual power.

The wind swept into his robes, causing his white clothes to flutter.

Xie Yiling felt as if he had been struck on the head. His heart suddenly ached, and he stood there stunned.

When he finally came back to his senses, he eagerly wanted to shout out and stop him, “Nangong Ci, stop!”

The shout attracted the attention of Shen Wangu, who was nearby. When he saw Nangong Ci on the building, he was greatly shocked. He swung his sword, destroying the eyes of the zombie in front of him, and then quickly took the opportunity to escape.

“This is, offering one’s spirit with blood?!” Shen Wangu recognized the technique and shook his head in astonishment. He didn’t approve of Nangong Ci’s approach, “This method is really, really risky! A slight mistake could result in a great loss of one’s own spiritual power, or even being devoured by the blood array and losing one’s life…”

Before he could finish speaking, the zombies surrounded him again, and he quickly drew his sword to defend himself.

Xie Yiling frowned even tighter upon hearing his words. He flew up without hesitation and landed on the roof, less than three meters away from Nangong Ci.

He gathered spiritual power in his palms and continuously transmitted it to Nangong Ci. The light of the spiritual array grew even stronger because of his assistance.

The red light, like ripples in a pond, spread out in all directions, sweeping across the towns and villages of Shuo City. Those residents who were injured but managed to escape the clutches of the zombies felt a faint coolness around them, and their bodies felt lighter. It seemed as if a foul gas was dissipating. The wounds were left with only simple pain, with no more strange sensations.

Shen Wangu glanced at the disciples who were fighting desperately with the zombies and also flew up.

Xie Yiling glanced at Shen Wangu beside him, giving him a grateful look.

Nangong Ci’s expression remained unchanged, regardless of how fierce the wind was. The fine wind was like a blade, adding several wounds to his face, which had become pale from the excessive loss of spiritual power.

A burning pain spread across his cheeks, and tiny drops of blood constantly seeped out, leaving behind streaks of blood.

Suddenly, the spiritual array suddenly vibrated. Nangong Ci was momentarily attacked by the formation, and a fishy taste rose in his throat. He unexpectedly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Xie Yiling’s heart twisted in pain. He immediately became anxious and called out to him, “Master! Stop first!”

Shen Wangu carefully examined the situation, “Not good, Daoist Fufeng is being attacked by the formation!”

Upon hearing this, Xie Yiling quickly asked, “Shen Gongzi, is there any way to help my master?”

Shen Wangu shook his head helplessly, “I’m afraid not. It is said that the last person to use the offering one’s spirit with blood was Daoist Cagnan. Since his passing, no one has comprehended this technique again.”

The speed of spiritual power loss increased, and Xie Yiling was also starting to struggle. He gritted his teeth, watching Nangong Ci’s back as he tried his best to suppress the formation. He suddenly understood something in an instant.

Nangong Ci was just making the same choice as he had made in his previous life. So that was how he felt back then.

The vast sky was no longer as dark as ink, and the sky and mountains gradually became distinct. The east was about to turn white.

Nangong Ci barely managed to steady his mind and suppress the spiritual array.

Zombies howled and roared throughout the city. Countless cries of sorrow arose, and cold light connected in the dance of swords, creating a crisp collision sound.

The densely packed zombies arrived one after another, tightly surrounding Shuo City. The disciples of Cangling Capital cut a bloody path through this daunting zombie tide, fighting hard to rescue the Shuo City residents.

At this moment, the people providing assistance from various immortal sects finally arrived.

Gu Ziyan led the disciples of the Sun and Moon Spirit Platform of Wei City, followed closely by Gui Wenxin, leading the disciples of Undecided World of Ghost City.

The two groups joined the ranks of the Cangling Capital disciples, and the speed of zombie removal increased greatly. Even if the zombie horde was as large as a tide, it couldn’t withstand the immortal sect disciples’ swords wiping them out.

Since leaving Wei City, all the information Gu Huanzhi had gathered along the way was periodically transmitted back to the Sun and Moon Spirit Platform without reservation. Naturally, this included the known fatal weaknesses of the zombies.

Therefore, as soon as the people of the Sun and Moon Spirit Platform arrived, they worked together with one heart and mind, causing the zombies to retreat.

He fought the zombies with his head down, but suddenly noticed that Nangong Ci and Xie Yiling were gone, and even Shen Wangu was nowhere to be seen. Just as he was wondering, he looked up and was almost scared out of his wits.

Nangong Ci at the center of the formation was already weak and exhausted, barely supporting the spiritual array. Xie Yiling and Shen Wangu were both exhausted, on the verge of collapse. Fortunately, Gui Wenxin went up at this time to help Nangong Ci transfer spiritual power.

Xie Yiling tasted blood in his mouth, but he didn’t stop. In his previous life, he wasn’t very familiar with Gui Wenxin, but seeing that the other party was able to offer help at this time, he couldn’t help but have a good impression of him.

Gu Huanzhi couldn’t bear to look at Xie Yiling and the others above, “Second brother! Take care of things here for now!” With that, he lightly flew onto the high building before Gu Ziyan could react.

The morning sun began to pour out, and all things in the world brightened in an instant.

Nangong Ci’s risky opening of the spiritual array really surprised a group of people in the immortal sects.

Gui Wenxin himself was particularly curious about the immortal sect techniques he hadn’t come into contact with. Having seen it with his own eyes today, he felt even more admiration for Nangong Ci. He secretly thought to himself, if the sect leader didn’t mind, he would like to take this Daoist Fufeng as his teacher.

Xie Yiling and the others worked together with all their might, hoping that the spiritual array could last a little longer.

Little did they know, Nangong Ci’s gaze fell on Azurefall. The shocking wound on his palm was bleeding slowly, and he couldn’t release more blood.

His figure swayed, and he half-knelt on the ground, raising his other hand, wanting to repeat the old trick and cut open his palm.

“Nangong Ci!”

In a daze, Nangong Ci heard a familiar voice.

Xie Yiling approached the formation step by step and sternly shouted, “Nangong Ci, stop it!”

Nangong Ci’s heart stirred slightly, knowing that he must be approaching the verge of a mental breakdown.

Xie Yiling didn’t dare to rush into the spiritual array. He observed from a distance. Seeing this, Gu Huanzhi was about to remind him, but the words he wanted to say suddenly got stuck in his throat.

Xie Yiling concentrated, ignoring all the surrounding gazes, and cast a spell towards Nangong Ci.

The spell gradually enlarged and completely covered Nangong Ci’s spiritual array, merging into one. However, the center of the array suddenly flickered, bursting out a very strong red light.

“What’s going on?”

“How did it catch fire?”

“Shen Shixiong, Shen Shixiong!”

As the red light flashed, Shen Wangu heard his disciples scream in panic below and quickly looked down.

He saw that the zombies, who were originally entangled in vicious battles with the immortal sect disciples, suddenly burst into flames all over their bodies, running around like human-shaped torches.