Chapter 157: Autumn Moon Disaster (Part 3)
Chen Shanyuan looked down and saw chaotic snowflakes flickering on the blade. Then, the long-haired, face-obscured figure pressed against the smooth blade, her gaze slanted upwards, meeting his eyes.
He could clearly see the intense killing intent projected from her murky, lifeless eyes.
The woman’s movements were extremely slow, but one hand had already begun to extend little by little from the blade’s surface.
Her knuckles were pale, her fingernails bluish, and the gaps in her nails were full of grime.
She gripped the blade tightly, and black blood flowed down the knife, but she didn't seem to feel any pain.
Her face slowly approached the surface, and the blade seemed to turn liquid.
Although her movements were not fluid, like disjointed frames, with each pause, she got a little closer.
Her head began to penetrate this thin boundary; a few strands of black, damp hair had already fallen outside the blade, followed by her eyes, nose…
The lights in the entire private room began to flicker rapidly, plunging into darkness several times, accompanied by an ear-piercing rustling sound.
Chen Shanyuan, Yu Jinling, and Lu Junan, whose Spiritual Qi was suppressed, were immediately subjected to intense contamination. Chen Shanyuan, especially, being the closest, was completely unable to move. Cold sweat soaked his clothes, and he could only watch helplessly as the female Guai slowly, haltingly, crawled out of the blade.
Kuang Bowen, the only one without cultivation, had fallen into a hallucination directly after seeing Chen Shanyuan’s blade. He muttered to himself, retreating to a corner and curling up.
In this moment of despair, Wen Weilan made a decisive move, activating her Guai Qi and striking Chen Shanyuan’s blade with a flowing sword attack.
She had received a bestowal from Liu Sheng and would not lose herself, only be subjected to Rank suppression.
Chen Shanyuan’s hand went numb, and the blade was knocked away.
On the ground remained a few severed black hairs and a dirty liquid suspected to be blood.
The rustling sound in the private room grew louder, seemingly interspersed with a woman’s shriek.
But the blade lying on the ground had calmed. The woman seemed to have been affected by Wen Weilan’s Guai Qi-infused attack, temporarily retreating back into the blade and disappearing.
The next instant, Wen Weilan sensed something. She looked at her sword, and a resentful eye met her gaze within the sword, with a few strands of damp hair extending out.
She quickly sheathed her longsword.
Then she flew over, picked up Kuang Bowen’s large hammer, and savagely smashed Chen Shanyuan’s blade.
Although Chen Shanyuan’s blade was forged to be incredibly sturdy, the strength of a mid-Rank Yugui was equivalent to a Mingzhen Realm Cultivator. Under the enhancement of Guai Qi, the blade was quickly hammered into a crumpled mess.
With this, the crisis was temporarily resolved.
The light in the private room gradually returned, and the irritating rustling sound slowly receded into the background.
It was unknown what the situation was like in the other private rooms; if there were no Yugui present, it would probably be very difficult to survive in such circumstances.
But at least they had survived.
However, the influence of this almost catastrophic weird objects was still too strong; everyone was immersed in illusions and unable to extricate themselves.
Wen Weilan shook her head and took out a Talismanic Incantation activator, casting a Purification Talisman on everyone.
The Purification Talisman could temporarily alleviate Guai Qi erosion, but unless one could completely escape the strange environment, it was only a temporary solution.
The few with cultivation quickly recovered, as they had a Cultivator’s body after all.
But Kuang Bowen’s situation was worse; he kept trembling, muttering about revenge and being at the bottom of a well.
Chen Shanyuan pondered for a moment, took a Medicinal Pill from his Storage Pouch, and fed it to Kuang Bowen.
“What is this?” Yu Jinling watched from the side and asked.
“Four-Deity Clear Spirit Pill,” Chen Shanyuan replied.
Lu Junan gasped, “This… is very expensive.”
“Yes, for saving lives.”
Under the effect of the Spirit Pill, Kuang Bowen quickly regained consciousness.
“How are you? Can you still walk?” Chen Shanyuan asked.
“Yes,” Kuang Bowen nodded, slowly propping himself up.
“What should we do now? weird objects are all around us, the door is locked, and we can’t use Spiritual Qi…” Yu Jinling frowned deeply.
“Although that’s true, the Restriction on the door isn’t a bad thing,” Wen Weilan mused.
“But aren’t we trapped here? Aren’t there a bunch of weird objects outside?” Lu Junan’s youthful face was exceptionally pale.
“It traps us, but also blocks the weird objects outside, unless they are like the weird objects just now, with the ability to Transmigration through space,” Kuang Bowen nodded in agreement, analyzing, “Now that we’ve resolved the crisis inside the room, we can temporarily catch our breath and think about what to do next.”
“What to do?” Lu Junan was completely unable to think in this situation and greatly admired the still calm “Liu Weiwei” and Kuang Bowen.
“Have you thought about where those weird objects came from?” Wen Weilan asked calmly.
While the others still looked bewildered, Chen Shanyuan and Kuang Bowen said in unison, “Auction items.”
At these words, the two exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable.
“But, weren’t they all purified?” Yu Jinling’s face turned pale, “Someone… reversed the purification?”
“Probably,” Wen Weilan nodded, “Otherwise, there’s no other explanation.”
“The weird objects haven’t undergone final delivery after the auction; they’re all stored in Autumn Moon Tower’s storage room. If someone unleashed reverse purification…” Yu Jinling imagined the scene and choked.
Thinking of the many bizarre, powerful, and terrifying weird objects seen at the trade fair, now all unbound and roaming freely, everyone couldn’t help but shiver, feeling as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
“Yes… otherwise, how could there be so many? Thinking about the number, it’s about right…” Lu Junan muttered, recalling the light dots on the Ghost Qi Detector.
“It’s just that… reverse purification… hasn’t it been lost?” Yu Jinling said.
“Although it’s a forbidden art, it doesn’t mean it’s lost,” Wen Weilan shook her head.
As early as the Honghu Prosperous Era, the Bodhi Venerable, who invented the purification art, later discovered reverse purification. As a result, he was demoted from a meritorious official to a criminal and died shortly thereafter in Dali Temple prison.
Since then, reverse purification was also listed as a forbidden art; people only knew its name but not how to perform it.
Upon hearing this, Chen Shanyuan sighed and then slowly recounted what he had just seen.
“…Now it seems Miss Liu’s words are indeed true,” Chen Shanyuan said, “That person is probably the one who performed the reverse purification art.”
“And according to Shanyuan, that person’s strength should be above the Profound Insight Realm, which is why they could perform such large-scale reverse purification. Everything aligns,” Kuang Bowen agreed.
“What’s the use of figuring this out? Those weird objects could break in at any moment! Think of a solution quickly!” Yu Jinling’s voice trembled with urgency.
“Only by thinking clearly can we find a way to break the deadlock. The only one who can fight among us right now is Miss Liu,” Kuang Bowen calmly replied.
Yu Jinling couldn’t understand why they could still discuss so calmly. Although this private room was enclosed, the carved door was hollow, and several times, she had seen eyes peeking through the carved gaps, looking at them.
Those eyes were greedy, evil, bloodthirsty, mocking, resentful.
They prevented her from calming down.
They made her scalp tingle.
Especially now, the carvings were filled with dense eyes, little by little, trying to squeeze inside.
Didn’t everyone else see it?