Chapter 248: Chapter 163: Domination of All Spirits (Third Update)
Mo Shiyao faced the situation as if she were encountering a formidable enemy. As soon as she saw the other party’s flying ability descending from the sky, along with the robust Spiritual Power emanating from their body, she realized she was up against a tough opponent.
Such a Demon Cultivator from the Secret Realm was not someone she could handle.
Han Ruyan turned pale with shock, her jade hands gripping her fists so tightly that her knuckles had turned white from the tension.
“Elder of the Heavenly Soul Sect, Zhong Shiguan.”
Zhong Shiguan revealed his identity, his gaze passing over Mo Shiyao as if she were not worth mentioning, and looking intently at Han Ruyan, a chilling smile appeared on his face, “Come on, my betrothed bride, what are you waiting for? To acquire you and your Heavenly Spinning Jade Light Body, to make you feel my intense affection, I have been restraining, always restraining myself! If it weren’t for these Cultivators coming to meddle, I had planned to marry you in five days, but you’ve ruined my plans.”
“Heavenly Spinning Jade Light Body.”
Su Jie looked at Han Ruyan with surprise and suspicion—he had no idea this woman possessed such a physique.
“So all those bizarre deaths in the Han Mansion were your doing.”
Mo Shiyao understood, feeling a surge of nervousness herself. The name of the Heavenly Soul Sect seemed somewhat familiar to her.
“Our Han Family has no grudges with you, why would you harm us?”
Han Ruyan mustered her courage and shouted at Zhong Shiguan.
“Hehe, hehe, hahaha!!!”
Zhong Shiguan laughed uproariously, his laughter tinged with madness as he gazed fervently at Han Ruyan.
“Why, tsk tsk, do you really not know about your own constitution? The Heavenly Spinning Jade Light Body is not only excellent material for cultivation, but also the best material for nurturing Ghost entities.
The Heavenly Spinning Jade Light Body is said to command the respect of the Three Realms and dominate All Spirits, and by ‘spirit’, it’s not referring to spiritual beasts, but Spirit Bodies! You were born a sovereign among Ghost entities. Come here, come to me, and I will nurture you into the strongest of Ghost entities, a Ninth Grade Fierce Ghost, and perhaps even higher realms.”
While saying this, Zhong Shiguan extended his hand, and his arm eerily lengthened, reaching straight for Han Ruyan.
Han Ruyan retreated until she bumped into Su Jie.
Mo Shiyao bit her lip fiercely, glanced at Su Jie, and then at Han Ruyan, before suddenly saying, “My master is Si Xinying. If you don’t let us go, Miao Yin Temple will surely strike back with full force in the future.”
“Hehe, so what if they will? Do you think you’ll still be alive to get out? Dead people can’t bear tidings.”
Zhong Shiguan appeared confident that no one would be able to leave this place.
“Immortal Sound, Annihilate!”
Seeing no point in further dialogue, Mo Shiyao’s gaze hardened, and she took out her wooden fish, striking it methodically, and a stream of profound Immortal Sounds resonated.
“Hmm, a Top Grade Magical Artifact, but it’s damaged; how much power can you really exhibit with it.”
Zhong Shiguan said this but still withdrew his arm. The ripples of the Immortal Sound spread out from Mo Shiyao’s instrument, and the moment his arm came into contact with them, it was eroded to smithereens.
Just as the Immortal Sound ripples were about to touch Zhong Shiguan’s body, a woman appeared in front of him.
The woman was dressed in a white skirt, pale-skinned, standing quietly in front of Zhong Shiguan.
This woman’s appearance was exactly the same as the Painting Woman’s from earlier in the house; she must be the real body of the Painting Woman.
The Immortal Sound surged forth, aiming at the Painting Woman. The surface of this fierce ghost displayed porcelain-like cracks, but she was unfazed. Her skin transformed into a series of reflective mirrors, which rebounded the ripples of the Immortal Sound back.
“This is a fifth-grade fierce ghost, my most outstanding work to date. Of course, she won’t be for long.”
With a light chuckle, Zhong Shiguan conjured the Ten Thousand Soul Banner in his hand. Tens of thousands of Yin Souls howled out, swarming towards Mo Shiyao and battering her relentlessly.
Meanwhile, the Painting Woman’s gaze shifted to Mo Shiyao, and her palm morphed into a small round mirror. Within it, Mo Shiyao’s reflection appeared.
The next moment, Mo Shiyao’s figure blurred, as if erased by an eraser, and vanished into thin air, reappearing within the round mirror held by the Painting Woman. It was evident that Mo Shiyao was frantically attacking and struggling inside, trying to escape.
“She can be trapped for a quarter of an hour.”
With no hint of emotion, the Painting Woman held up the round mirror and stated a time frame for imprisoning Mo Shiyao.
“Enjoy yourself in the world within the mirror for now. I’ll deal with you when I’m free.”
As Zhong Shiguan spoke, he began to approach Han Ruyan step by step.
Biting her lip, Han Ruyan seemed to have made some resolute decision, “I am willing to go with you, but you have to release Miss Mo and Young Master Xu.”
“You have no right to negotiate terms with me.”
Zhong Shiguan’s eyes held a disdainful light as he raised his index finger towards Su Jie, “Let’s dispose of the nuisance first.”
Thousands of Yin Souls howled towards Su Jie, ready to devour him into nothingness.
Su Jie also looked up, facing those Yin Souls, and suddenly spoke, “As an Elder of the Heavenly Soul Sect, the number of your Yin Souls isn’t that impressive, is it?”
A Ten Thousand Soul Banner identical to Zhong Shiguan’s materialized in Su Jie’s hand as tens of thousands of Yin Souls burst out from the banner, clashing and slaughtering the opposing Yin Souls head on.
For a while, the sky was filled with translucent Yin Souls entwining and weaving through each other.
“The Ten Thousand Soul Banner.”
Zhong Shiguan’s pupils slightly contracted, caught off-guard by Su Jie’s move.
Even Han Ruyan gaped in disbelief at Su Jie, not understanding how he, seemingly a figure from the Martial Arts world, possessed a Ghost Banner akin to that of a Demon Cultivator.
“Looks like I have the greater number of Yin Souls!”
With a wave of his left hand, the silhouette of the Thousand-Handed Centipede emerged from Su Jie’s sleeve, transforming into an eighty-meter-long horrific poisonous insect.
“A technique from Ghost Ridge Palace, so you’re a Demon Cultivator too. What, are you after the Heavenly Spinning Jade Light Body as well? This is my prey. If you dare to vie for it, you’re asking for death.”
Zhong Shiguan’s face turned cold instantly upon seeing a fellow path cross his, misunderstanding Su Jie’s intent.
“Awaken, my hundred ghosts.”
Zhong Shiguan clapped his hands, and upon his summons, giant graves outside cracked open, as eerie figures emerged one after another.
Among them was a female ghost dressed in white garments, with a beautiful face, long hair black as ink, her dead, dull eyes reflecting pain and hatred, and she radiated a chill and ominous presence.
There were sounds of heavy, labored breathing that grew more intense. A meager, emaciated body dragged a Beheading Blade stained with patches of blood. The whole body exuded a foul stench, that of the Evil Blade Ghost.
There were also large figures with terrifying visages, sporting crimson faces, sharp and tough claws, and eyes like ghostly flames that sent shivers down one’s spine, occasionally letting out sharp laughter and chilling roars.
There were over a hundred fierce ghosts all cultivated by Zhong Shiguan, with grades ranging from first to fourth. They were weaker than the Painting Woman, but they were terrifyingly strong in number and combat power.