Black Feather Pavilion acts tyrannically; they have numerous Puppet Masters with formidable strengths.
Even though they didn’t achieve their goal when they sent people to demand a person, they still left with a stern threat to be endlessly persistent with Li Muyang, whom they labeled a murderer.
Black Feather Pavilion has already dispatched Puppet Masters to search everywhere for Li Muyang’s whereabouts.
Concerned for Li Muyang’s safety, Libationer Jiang Yunhe specifically sent people to look for him.
It just so happens that the Amulet of the Jiang Family carries a unique scent, which not only drives away weaker Evil Spirits in the wilderness but also facilitates members of the clan to recognize each other in the wild.
With the help of the Amulet, the two Puppet Masters tracked down Li Muyang before the Black Feather Pavilion did.
Now, as both sides meet, the two Puppet Masters hope Li Muyang will accompany them back to Red Leaf Valley.
After hearing this, Li Muyang slightly furrowed his brows.
“…Black Feather Pavilion?”
It was expected that Black Feather Pavilion would want to hunt him down.
He just didn’t expect them to make such a grand gesture.
In such a situation, the protection of the Jiang Family is indeed very important to Li Muyang.
If he could hide in Red Leaf Valley, even if the Black Feather Pavilion was furious, they wouldn’t be able to do anything to him.
But unfortunately, Li Muyang has to go out on a task to kill nightmare ghosts.
Now, he also needs to find the whereabouts of the Liu Li Fairy and others, wanting to know the current situation on the Tianyuan Continent.
There are too many things that need to be done; he simply doesn’t have time to hide away in Red Leaf Valley.
Li Muyang sighed and shook his head: “Thank you all for your kind intention and for the trouble you’ve taken.”
“But unfortunately, I have important matters to attend to and cannot be confined to Red Leaf Valley.”
“Please convey my gratitude to the Libationer, and if there’s an opportunity in the future, I will personally visit to express my thanks.”
Li Muyang sincerely expressed his gratitude.
The two Puppet Masters silently exchanged glances, both sighing.
“Well…”
“The Libationer also anticipated that you might be unwilling to return to Red Leaf Valley and has instructed us to bring an object.”
“It’s said that you are pursuing a special kind of Evil Spirit that can move about and harm people during the day, I believe it’s called a nightmare ghost.”
“The Libationer said that this object would be of help to you.”
With that, the two Puppet Masters carefully took out a filthy, ancient pottery jar.
The moment the pottery jar appeared, a mysterious gust of cold wind arose amongst the people present.
Even the sunlight in the sky seemed to dim and lose its warmth.
Li Muyang squinted at the pottery jar, puzzled: “What is this?”
The Puppet Master answered: “This contains an Evil Spirit that is stored in the Red Mountain Academy, extremely cunning and malevolent, with a very troublesome immortality trait.”
“No matter what method is used, it cannot be completely killed, and can only be sealed using a Secret Technique.”
“Fortunately, its Power is extremely weak; even a stray cat on the streets could kill it. As long as you don’t fall for its bewitching words, it generally won’t cause much harm.”
“Moreover, it has a particular knack for tracking Evil Spirits; if you could enlist its help, you could basically find any kind of Evil Spirit.”
“It’s just that…”
At this point, the Puppet Master chuckled wryly and said: “This thing is shrewd to a fault, talkative and always chattering away – having it with you can be very annoying.”
“Furthermore, its words carry a special bewitching power; if one is not careful, it’s very likely you could be influenced and manipulated by it.”
“The Libationer said that if Master Jie Ziheng is unwilling to go back to Red Leaf Valley, then you should take this object with you.”
“It is extremely sensitive to the presence of Evil Spirits and can not only help you in locating the nightmare ghost, but if Puppet Masters from the Black Feather Pavilion approach, it can provide an early warning.”
“Just be very, very cautious when you carry this object, and never fall into its trap.”
“Additionally, although the object is immortal, it is extremely afraid of death and even more afraid of pain. You can use this weakness to coerce it into cooperating.”
Two Puppet Masters meticulously informed him about the characteristics and weaknesses of the evil creature within the clay jar, one by one.
Fearing that Li Muyang might not remember, they even took out a small booklet, which summarized the weaknesses and characteristics of the creatures in the jar by generations of Puppet Masters from the Jiang Family.
Li Muyang took the booklet, and then the clay jar, his eyebrows slightly raised.
“The name Wu Lao Ye… really quite unique.”
After bidding farewell to the two Puppet Masters, Li Muyang then turned to look at the clay jar in his hands.
The sealed jar, on the surface, looked like an ordinary liquor jar.
But the mouth of the jar was sealed with several talismans, startlingly a Sealing Skill from ten thousand years ago.
It seems this little thing is even older than what the Puppet Masters mentioned.
Li Muyang forcefully tapped the clay jar nine times, following the rhythm told by the Puppet Masters to awaken the evil creature within.
After the nine dull tapping sounds, a few seconds passed before a gloomy and hoarse strange cry emerged from the jar.
“You damn Jiang Family! Waking me up from sleep again!”
“How many times have I told you, show some respect to your ancestor!”
“I am the second brother of Jiang Xiaoyu transformed! You’re all the offspring of my creations, now disrespecting your teacher and destroying your ancestor, sooner or later you will be struck by the thunder for your sacrilege!”
The gloomy and hoarse strange cries were clearly not loud, but they made Li Muyang’s eardrums painfully ache.
The sound was as piercing as a demonic noise.
The driver, Ding Liang, next to him, hurriedly covered his ears, his face showing an expression of pain.
Li Muyang was momentarily stunned by the piercing demonic noise.
This little thing… really is abstract.
Before Li Muyang could speak, the Wu Lao Ye inside the jar suddenly noticed something and said with surprise.
“Eh? Not the whelps of the Jiang Family? Who are you two little things?”
“One a mortal, and the other… uh? A Nightwalker?”
“Holy shit! Against heaven’s will, the Nightwalker tribe hasn’t perished yet?”
“Hey! Lad, I was very familiar with Jie Ziheng, the old ancestor of your Nightwalker tribe; we were old friends.”
“You kid, remove the talismans on the jar and let me out, I’ll take you to find the treasure of your Nightwalker tribe.”
“When Jie Ziheng died, he left behind a mysterious treasure, specially for his progeny.”
“If you get hold of this treasure, you could restore the glory of your ancestors!”
The voice inside the clay jar was full of seduction.
Clearly knowing that this guy was spouting nonsense, Li Muyang somehow found himself believing its absurdity.
The conflict between reason and emotion was extremely uncomfortable.
After witnessing it personally, Li Muyang confirmed that this thing was indeed nefarious.
With a huff of cold laughter, Li Muyang lifted his finger and rhythmically flicked the jar seven times.
The echoes of seven flicks resonated in the jar, and soon the screams of unbearable agony from Wu Lao Ye were heard.
“Ahh! Stop! Stop it now!”
“You Nightwalker brat! I’m telling you to stop, dammit!”
“Tell me what you want, and I’ll help you! Stop torturing an elder, I’m a friend of your ancestor!”
Wu Lao Ye instantly became obedient.
Seeing this, Li Muyang then sneered and said, “I am pursuing someone, a person who came from the Mortal World and has been contaminated by an Evil Spirit. Can you help me find him?”
After Li Muyang finished speaking, the wilderness fell silent for more than ten seconds.
A desolate cold wind brushed by, and it took a long while before Wu Lao Ye inside the jar finally spoke with uncertainty and astonishment.
“You damn… You’re not from the Nightwalker tribe! What the hell are you? How do you know about the Mortal World?”