Chapter 446: Chapter 312: You don’t have to be afraid!
Xu Yang’s thoughts, naturally, couldn’t be “heard” by Xie Xun.
However, that sentence he had just said while patting his chest in a “surviving a calamity” tone, “That was close, almost broke through again,” Xie Xun heard it loud and clear. He was full of curiosity, looking at Xu Yang, and asked three questions in one breath.
“Uncle Xu, what exactly happened?”
“Why did He Jiahuan scream so miserably?”
“Did Uncle Xu’s cultivation breakthrough?”
Xu Yang waved his hand and said, “Don’t worry about that… Who’s our next target?”
Seeing that Xu Yang didn’t want to elaborate, Xie Xun didn’t dare to ask further and could only look at his notebook and say, “Uncle Xu, our next target is called Fang Zhong. He was a Daoist practitioner in his previous life, and he practiced the earth element and star calculation from the 72 Earth-Devil Skills.”
“Fang Zhong’s family also lives in the north of the city.”
After looking around for a few moments, Xie Xun continued, “We only need to pass three more streets to reach Fang Zhong’s residence. However, I’m not sure if he’s home.”
Xu Yang clenched the big iron hammer in his hand, “Lead the way.”
At this moment.
Fengdu City had begun its curfew.
In the dim streets, groups of underworld soldiers were patrolling.
A squad of underworld soldiers saw Xu Yang and Xie Xun and immediately surrounded them.
Xu Yang took out the decree from Lord Cui and finally dispersed the group of underworld soldiers.
However, not long after, they were stopped by the second squad of underworld soldiers. Xu Yang could only take out the decree from Lord Cui again.
After the second squad of underworld soldiers left, Xu Yang concealed his aura, and he and Xie Xun disappeared from view.
Although they had the decree from Lord Cui in hand, and the underworld soldiers would let them go after checking it, being stopped every time was too much of a hassle.
“Great nephew.”
“Fengdu City is my father’s… Emperor Beiyin of Fengdu’s territory. Are there really those who don’t know how to live or die and dare to mess around?”
Curious, Xu Yang asked, “Why is there a curfew every day?”
Xie Xun said, “I don’t know either… The curfew rule for each city in the Underworld Palace only started more than 500 years ago. After the turmoil at that time, the losses of the cities were severe, so I guess the curfew was for preventing the remaining demons from the Netherworld.”
“Netherworld remnants?”
Xu Yang raised his eyebrows under the mask and said, “Could it be that the turmoil back then was related to the Netherworld?”
He had heard about the “netherworld.”
The so-called “netherworld” referred to the Underworld Palace, while “yin” represented the netherworld, which was said to be another spacetime. As for the specifics, no one knew.
Xie Xun said, “I wasn’t born at that time, so I don’t know the specifics. I was told by my father that the turmoil involved the three realms, and the source couldn’t be traced. However, more than half of the losses suffered by the various regions of the Underworld Palace were caused by the netherworld… Even Emperor Dongyue perished in that turmoil.”
“After the war ended, most of the Netherworld Demons were driven back into the netherworld and sealed, but many demon remnants still hid in various places of the Underworld Palace.”
Mentioning the “Netherworld Demons,” a trace of fear flashed in Xie Xun’s eyes as he said, “Eighty-eight years ago, a small city within the jurisdiction of Fengdu City was attacked by Netherworld Demons. In just one night, millions of Yin spirits in the city were wiped out, and countless people were killed and injured…
“Oh, Uncle Xu, we’ve reached Fang Zhong’s house!”
Xie Xun pointed to a small courtyard in front of them.
“You wait here for a bit; your uncle will be back soon.”
Xu Yang followed the same procedure, climbed over the courtyard wall, and saw a human head lantern hanging high in a room inside the courtyard. A ghost was sitting at a table, holding a “Soul Chasing Death Warrant Talisman” in his hand, looking a bit dazed.
Xu Yang quietly approached the room, punctured the paper-covered window, and looked in to see the ghost.
This ghost looked like a middle-aged man.
He stared at the “Soul Chasing Death Warrant Talisman” in his hand as if he had thought of something and suddenly shuddered…
“Ding!”
“The ghost has been frightened, merit value +100, star count +1.”
A system notification sounded in Xu Yang’s mind.
This made Xu Yang stunned.
What the hell!
I haven’t even started yet… and he’s already scared?
But on second thought, it’s normal…
After all, people everywhere are discussing the “Soul Chasing Death Warrant Talisman” now, saying that whoever receives one will suffer from an ill-fated “curse.” It makes sense that Fang Zhong would be scared when he received the talisman.
“If that’s the case…”
“Then the process of learning the 72 Earth-Devil Skills may be easier and more relaxed than I thought… provided that I create some movement to turn the ill-fated curse into reality.”
Outside the window.
Xu Yang’s eyes moved secretly.
Thoughts flashed through his mind!
Creating a little disturbance on his own might not be effective enough, perhaps he could go find Lord Cui to help him!
As long as the “curse” of the “Soul Chasing Death Warrant Talisman” could be firmly established and known throughout Fengdu City… when those targets in the notebook received the talisman, they would undoubtedly feel terror!
Having this thought, Xu Yang flipped his hand, and with a few brush strokes…
A series of Daoist talismans flew down around the courtyard.
“Who!”
In the room, Ma Zhong was alarmed and stood up abruptly from his chair.
However, at the moment of his rising, Xu Yang’s “Dream Creation Skill” was activated, and the invisible spiritual power spread out, instantly affecting Ma Zhong!
Ma Long’s eyes were dull for a tenth of a second.
He might not even realize it himself, but he noticed…the world before his eyes had completely changed.
Light white fog spread from all directions, completely shrouding his vision.
Ma Zhong’s face was alert, holding a Yin Treasure weapon in his hand, he urged the Yin energy to fan wind with his sleeves, blowing away the approaching white fog. He cautiously moved forward, only to see the white fog getting thicker and thicker…
He didn’t know how long or how far he had been walking when the white fog in front of him suddenly began to thin, and the dim light gradually brightened.
Suddenly, the smoke dissipated.
The sun hung high in the blue sky above.
Ma Zhong’s eyes widened, his mouth open in disbelief.
Is this…
The sun of the human world?
By his ear, the sound of water flowing.
Ma Zhong’s pupils contracted again…
“Min… Min River?”
He looked into the distance, only to see a cloud-wrapped mountain peak in the center of the great river. He couldn’t help but tear up, falling to his knees on the banks of the great river, crying out in grief: “Min River… Lu Shan Sect!”
“I’m back!”
“Master, fellow brothers and sisters, I, Ma Zhong, am back!”
“…”
Xu Yang, who was controlling the “Dream Creation Skill” was also surprised when he “saw” this dream scene drawn from the depths of Ma Zhong’s memory.
This…
Was Ma Zhong actually a disciple of Lu Shan Sect?
Xu Yang had long known of Ma Zhong’s identity, that in his lifetime he was a disciple of the human world Daoist Sect… But he had never paid attention to which specific daoist sect he was from.
As he controlled the “Dream Creation Skill” and flipped through the small notebook to find Ma Zhong’s page, he saw that under Ma Zhong’s original information, Lord Cui had taken out Ma Zhong’s “past life and present” from the Book of Life and Death.
“Ma Zhong.”
“Min Province.”
“A disciple of Lu Shan Sect, apprenticed to the former Sect Leader of Lu Shan Sect… Died in 2002 at Xishan Wanshou Palace, killed by a sword strike from the former Sect Leader of Jingming Sect, Xu Zhiyuan.”
“???”
Oh my god!
Xu Yang was dumbfounded.
This guy was not only a disciple of the Lu Shan Sect… he was also the disciple of Qingyang!
And he had participated in that Daoist dispute back then, dying under the old man’s sword!
It was precisely this moment of confusion that caused the Dream Creation Skill to instantly collapse.
Ma Zhong suddenly woke up from his “dream”. He was, after all, a Ghost King at the peak of the “Day Wandering Realm”. He retreated several steps and stared at Xu Yang, asking in a deep voice: “Who are you? What kind of hero are you, hiding your head and revealing your face?”
Xu Yang took off his mask, smiling, and said: “Hello, Ma Zhong, let me introduce myself.”
“My name is Xu Yang, I am the current leader of Jingming Sect… and also the culprit who killed your five uncles, nearly a hundred brothers, hundreds of junior disciples, and… your Supreme Sage of Lu Shan Sect, Lingxiao!”
Ma Zhong: “…”
He stared wide-eyed, his brain short-circuiting for a moment.
Meanwhile, Xu Yang held the large iron hammer in his hands, saying, “Don’t be afraid, our meeting was just coincidence, not a deliberate attempt to kill you!”