MOF Chapter 41

Chapter 41: Easy to Avenge New Grievances, Hard to Resolve Old Resentments. Xie Yiling’s eyes widened slightly, this…

His memory was still stuck on that vibrant young man from many years ago.

Clearly the same age as himself, yet now bearing a vicissitude and desolation completely disproportionate to his years.

“Young Master Mo, this is Xie Ci, courtesy name Yiling, disciple of Fufeng Daoren, my master.”

Mo Wuchou returned the greeting.

At this point, Xie Yiling’s spiritual power had recovered. He turned back to Nangong Ci and said, “Master, we should be wary of any tricks they might have left. It’s best to resolve this quickly. I’ll go up and help. Your injuries haven’t healed yet, so don’t push yourself.”

Having said that, he strode forward. Normally, he would have no problem fighting Lu Jinnian one-on-one, let alone with an extra person.

The two became increasingly dominant. Finally, Lu Jinnian’s spiritual power gave out, and he was caught off guard when Xie Yiling bound his right hand with a talisman chain. The green-clad gentleman also took the opportunity to raise his foot and kick Lu Jinnian’s injured left arm.

Lu Jinnian choked out a muffled groan of pain. He clung desperately to the talisman chain, his arms gradually losing strength, and he roared through gritted teeth, “Yan Wuji, how long are you going to keep watching the show!”

Yan Zhan’s brow twitched with coldness, and his usual playful and cynical demeanor vanished.

Gu Huanzhi watched with envy and said to the others, “I’ll go help too!”

Gu Ziyan nodded halfway, and had already charged forward. Seeing that disciples from other immortal sects had joined the life-and-death battle, the disciples of Undecided World were greatly encouraged and charged forward again, swords in hand.

Wen Liangchen, Yan Zhan, and Lu Jinnian were surrounded, facing layers upon layers of immortal sect disciples. Even if they could fly to the heavens or burrow into the earth, they would probably have a hard time escaping alive.

The situation was tense, and a bloody battle seemed imminent. Wen Liangchen suddenly chuckled softly, and a paulownia wood zither shrouded in black mist appeared in his arms.

Seeing this, Xie Yiling said, “Your army of Yin corpses has been almost completely wiped out. There’s no one left who can fight.”

Wen Liangchen’s gaze was like that of a fierce ghost. His fingers moved, and a zither melody rang out, melodious and mournful, like a wronged woman lamenting.

Xie Yiling sent a talisman chain flying, intending to stop Wen Liangchen’s next move, but who knew that the talisman chain would be shaken back by the zither melody.

“This is,” listening to the melody, he suddenly felt a little familiar, “The Lament of Mother and Child?”

The sound of clothes fluttering in the air came from above, and a figure appeared before everyone.

The person’s movements were very stiff, as if forced to act under someone’s control.

His face was a rigid cyan, his eyes were gray and white, and his exposed fangs almost reached his jaw. There was a bloody hole in his chest, surrounded by dark red traces of dried blood.

Xie Yiling’s eyes widened slightly. This person was actually… Luo Huaiji?!

Gu Huanzhi was especially astonished, “How can it be Luo Huaiji? Isn’t he already dead?”

Yan Zhan returned to his usual nonchalant self, patiently explaining, “It’s not like we said he’s still alive now. Isn’t it better to be dead?”

His eyes flickered, and he curled his lips into a smile that was hard to decipher, “As long as you’re made into an Yin corpse, you can gain eternal life, without having to experience birth, old age, sickness, and death, grief and pain. Isn’t that great?”

Although Gu Huanzhi didn’t sympathize with Luo Huaiji, it didn’t mean that he agreed with Yan Zhan and his group’s methods, “You’re doing evil and being so stubborn. You’ll eventually be punished by the Heavenly Dao!”

“The Heavenly Dao?” Wen Liangchen’s expression was frivolous, “What is the Heavenly Dao? No one can stop me from doing what I want to do.” After saying that, the zither music rang out, and Luo Huaiji moved with the sound.

Luo Huaiji’s limbs were stiff but his movements were swift. His fingernails, like iron hooks, swung towards the crowd. Several disciples were unable to dodge in time and were instantly killed by having their chests ripped open, creating a cruel scene.

Several spirit swords stabbed towards Luo Huaiji from all directions. He used his hard fingers to resist the spirit swords, and with a strong push, his whole body flipped over and jumped back.

Xie Yiling thought to himself that he was right. Wen Liangchen and his group had been using Gu poison on Luo Huaiji’s body all along. So even though Luo Huaiji was already dead, his body had been refined into a high-level Yin corpse, second only to the Yin corpse king.

Wen Liangchen’s fingers moved like waves. He stared at the crowd with crimson eyes and uttered wild words, “No matter what kind of deity you are, I’ll make you die here today!”

Gu Huanzhi retorted unhappily, “I’ll never let you succeed!”

Si Wumian raised his sword, but before he could rush over, he noticed the stiff person beside him.

Mo Wuchou stood straight, his face pale, and his drooping hands were clenched into fists. It seemed that the shadows in his heart had reappeared.

“Wuchou, don’t be afraid.” Si Wumian patted Mo Wuchou’s shoulder, feeling his muscles tense all over, like a taut string, so he squeezed it to relax him.

Mo Wuchou let out a heavy breath. Over the years, he had dragged his damaged golden core, wandering the world alone, hoping to find his relatives’ souls one day.

But the cultivation effect of a damaged golden core was minimal, and his spiritual power was already far from what it used to be. Facing the situation before him, if he rushed forward rashly, not only would he not be able to help, but he would also be a burden to everyone.

Just then, Nangong Ci said, “Siyuan, take Young Master Mo and leave first.”

“How can this be!” Si Wumian was just about to express his determination not to flee from the battle no matter what, but was stopped by Nangong Ci’s next words.

“Mo Linyuan, Young Master Mo the Third, is now in Canglingdu.”

Mo Wuchou was suddenly informed of this good news, but his face didn’t show any joy, only a momentary blankness. He blinked his eyes blankly and turned to look at Si Wumian.

“Is this… true?”

Si Wumian sighed, “I forgot to tell you that we found Young Master Mo the Third before, but he…”

It was obvious that if Mo Linyuan was safe and sound, how could there have been no news for so many years.

“Okay.” Si Wumian saw Mo Wuchou’s appearance and understood that he only wanted to see his younger brother now, “Fufeng Daoren, then I’ll take Wuchou away first.”

The two of them quickly left.

Seeing Wen Liangchen’s offensive becoming more and more fierce, Xie Yiling ignored the strange gazes of the others, pinched a magic seal and circulated his spiritual power.

A strong wind suddenly rose around him, blowing dead leaves all over the ground. At the same time, a black and white Taiji diagram appeared in front of him.

Gu Ziyan stared intently, “This, this is the Three Realms Taiji!”

Shen Wangu’s reaction was no smaller than Gu Ziyan’s. Although the Three Realms Taiji was not a rare technique, it had extremely high requirements for the cultivator, and it was profound and unpredictable. No one knew whether the success of the cultivation was due to physique or spiritual power.

He had originally thought that Xie Yiling was just a loose cultivator who knew a little bit of immortal arts and had mistakenly entered the demonic path, but this display of the Three Realms Taiji made him completely understand that the gap between himself and the other party was more than just a star and a half.

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the green-clad gentleman. Only then did he seriously size up Xie Yiling. He thought back and forth in his mind for a long time, and finally accepted the fact that he had never had any contact with Xie Yiling before he bumped into him on the street.

The black and white Taiji diagram was like a whirlpool of abyss. The zither music in Wen Liangchen’s hand was completely absorbed and resolved by the whirlpool. Shen Wangu and Gu Ziyan took this opportunity to prepare to kill Wen Liangchen.

Who knew that Yan Zhan and Lu Jinnian would come out halfway to block the crowd, and the two of them started fighting with their swords.

“Who exactly are you?” A trace of incomprehension appeared on Wen Liangchen’s face. He stared straight at the Taiji diagram that he had never been able to learn, and had an idea, “Since you are a reborn body, why not surrender to me? When I achieve great success in cultivation, I will definitely not mistreat you!”

His tone was both yin and soft, slowly uttering tempting words, “At that time, whatever I seek, whether it is rebirth or longevity, I can share it with you, how about it?”

Hearing these words, a mocking expression appeared on Xie Yiling’s handsome face, and he said word by word, “I am a member of the immortal sect, and I will never associate with someone like you in this life!”

As soon as these words came out, Wen Liangchen clapped his hands for him as if he had heard a joke, “Good, good, good!”

Nangong Ci took this opportunity to kill him with his sword.

While he was clapping his hands and dodging, Nangong Ci cut his wrists, but he still insisted on finishing his sentence, “What a noble and upright member of the immortal sect, truly excellent.”

Xie Yiling ignored the sarcasm hidden in his words and raised his sword, flying towards him to strike.

The two of them attacked fiercely. Wen Liangchen’s face changed, and he forcibly activated his spiritual power, intending to fight Xie Yiling’s Taiji diagram to the death.

Who knew that Xie Yiling was not prepared to accept this move. He dodged nimbly, and his whole body, holding the Three Realms Taiji, circled in the air to avoid this move.

Bìluò found an opportunity and stabbed towards Wen Liangchen.

With a “clang,” the tip of the sword plunged deep into the zither.

Gu Ziyan and Shen Wangu fought Yan Zhan, the green-clad gentleman fought Lu Jinnian, and Gu Huanzhi and Gui Wenxin worked together to contain Luo Huaiji, who had lost control because Wen Liangchen had stopped playing the zither.

A group of people fought fiercely, the scene was chaotic, but it was not difficult to see that the righteous immortal sects had the upper hand.

At this moment, a clear female voice came, “Big brother!”

Hearing this voice, Gui Wenxin quickly turned his head to look, and saw a graceful woman in red standing on the high stage.

He shouted, “Yue’er! Why did you come out? Hurry back!”

Yin Fengyue’s palm techniques were flexible, and she didn’t listen to Gui Wenxin’s advice at all.

“I don’t want to!” She pursed her red lips unhappily, “I am the ghost princess of Undecided World. If I act like a coward when encountering an enemy, how will the people of the immortal sect view me in the future!”

These words were heard by Xie Yiling not far away, and he couldn’t help but recall his memories.

Xie Yiling had heard of this ghost princess in his previous life. The reason why she was called “ghost princess” was because she was precocious and unusually talented in cultivation at a young age.

She accompanied her father to Beimang Mountain three times to eliminate evil spirits, and had a straightforward personality and was righteous. The city lord of Ghost City also doted on her, and even her desire to take her mother’s surname, Yin, was accommodated.

Gui Wenxin took the opportunity to ask, “Where’s Father?”

Yin Fengyue said, “Father is guarding the spiritual weapon.”

Hearing this, Gui Wenxin was relieved.

The magic weapon used by Yin Fengyue was a whip made of black iron, which had been forged into a spiritual weapon called Duan’e.

Duan’e was as flexible as a snake, wrapping around Luo Huaiji’s arm.

Facing that terrifying face, Yin Fengyue was not afraid at all. She used the spiritual whip to exert force, and a stream of dirty blood spurted out from Luo Huaiji’s body, actually tearing off that arm!

However, although she tore off Luo Huaiji’s arm, her face did not look relaxed, “His severed arm is moving!”

The severed arm’s palm was stiffly open, and it actually walked on the ground as if it were alive. It seemed to be able to sense the aura of living people, clinging to the surrounding disciples, parasitically sucking all the flesh and blood of the living until they became a dried corpse!

The surrounding disciples retreated like a tide, and those who could not dodge in time were instantly drained of their blood.

Gu Huanzhi threw out a sword, accurately predicting the next landing point of the severed arm. Seeing that the severed arm was pierced by the sword and could not move, the Gui family siblings quickly cast spells to set up an array to suppress the object.

Gu Huanzhi took back his sword and quickly blocked a sneak attack from Luo Huaiji for Yin Fengyue. Then, he displayed the Sun and Moon Spirit Platform’s immortal sword techniques, which were varied, illusory, and real, making it impossible for Luo Huaiji to distinguish, and he was hit by several swords in a row.

The blood of the high-level Yin corpse was dark red and stinky, and the smell made people want to retreat three feet.

Gu Huanzhi’s face was pale, and he endured the nausea and stabbed Luo Huaiji’s right eye with a sword.

Chong Xing saw an opportunity and, with the force of lightning, pierced through Luo Huaiji.

Yin Fengyue waved her spiritual whip again, and Luo Huaiji was knocked flying out and rolled twice on the ground.

In the next moment, Luo Huaiji actually jumped up and rushed over again!