“Ah— —!”
When the sword’s blade sank into the woman’s body, a miserable cry came out of her mouth. Then she seemed to have been seriously injured, and she vomited a large mouthful of blood. She then suddenly opened her red eyes, and she seemed so angered that her eyes were about to pop out.
A cloud of sinister energy floated out of her body, and the blood flowing down her snow-white neck dyed her clothes a dark colour in an instant. She raised her palm, which had changed into a claw, and made a grab at Wen Chan’s heart.
Perhaps because of the injury, the woman’s movements were a little slow. And Wen Chan raised his foot and kicked her over.
The woman was stabbed with a sword, and her action was forcibly interrupted. So the black mist that originally shrouded the air almost dispersed.
Lu Shaoqing cursed lowly, stepped back a few feet on his toes, and cut his palm with his sword’s blade. His blood rushed forth immediately. He wiped the blood on the blade of his sword and easily stabbed it into the earth firmly.
A flash of red light burst out from the blade of the sword, and the dark energy in the air became a bit stronger than before.
The woman lying on the ground was so weak that she couldn’t even pull out the sword from her chest. Half of her face was stained with blood, and her raised hand was shaking.
Wen Chan showed no mercy at all, and his beautiful eyes were full of indifference. He slowly approached her and walked to the woman who kept retreating. He then stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword and pulled out the sword mercilessly.
The woman screamed again; her expression was filled with both fear and plea.
This reminded Wen Chan of his previous life. Didn’t those innocent people who were massacred by the Shengui Clan also beg for mercy before they died?
Unfortunately, these monsters were cruel and cold-blooded, and they didn’t pay attention to those at all.
He raised his sword again and aimed it at the woman’s neck. And just when he was about to behead her, someone suddenly grabbed his wrist.
Wen Chan looked back in shock but saw that it was Liang Yanbei.
Liang Yanbei could see that his state of mind was very unstable, and he could even feel the trembling in his hand that was holding the sword. He lowered his voice and said, “She is already dying.”
“One blow by the sword cannot dispel the hatred in my heart.” Wen Chan said this but did not struggle.
Liang Yanbei seized the opportunity to take off the sword and squeezed his hand to comfort him, “Let her emerge and perish on her own1to run its course.”
He didn’t know what kind of grudges Wen Chan had with this demoness, but he didn’t question it and still followed his words.
Liang Yanbei inexplicably had a feeling — — Wen Chan seemed a little fragile at this time.
While the two were talking, a roar came from behind. The two of them looked at it at the same time and saw that the monsters that had originally been fighting with the immortal cultivators were now rushing towards them, with their mouths wide open and their sharp fangs on full display. They were coming with ferocious momentum.
Liang Yanbei reacted very quickly. He bent down and picked up Wen Chan, leaping several feet away from the square stone platform.
They saw a demoness jump onto the stone platform, suddenly take on a new lease of life, and transform into a girl in a black dress. She glared at Wen Chan, who was at a distance, hatefully, squatted down, and held the fallen woman in her arms. The woman lost her breath in her arms and became a big bird with two feathered crests.
Wen Chan was shocked when he saw it, “That’s……”
He could clearly see that the girl that the demoness had transformed into looked exactly like Tang Qin, or she was Tang Qin.
If Tang Qin was a monster, then what about Tang Yixiao?
“It was originally planned well, but then you guys had to participate.” There was a slight sigh in the air, and Wen Chan quivered after hearing it — — This was Tang Yixiao’s voice.
Liang Yanbei grabbed Wen Chan’s wrist unobtrusively and said, “Everything has been said. Then why isn’t the person coming out yet?”
As soon as the words fell, under the air that was filled with dark energy, a man slowly walked up to the two of them and said with a bright smile, “You guys are the only ones who have the ability to force me out.”
This man was none other than Tang Yixiao. He was still wearing a black robe with a golden border, no different from when they saw him in the daytime.
Wen Chan glanced at Liang Yanbei subconsciously, wondering if he knew that his childhood playmate was a monster.
Obviously, Liang Yanbei didn’t know and said with a complicated expression, “I thought at least there were no monsters around me.”
“If you didn’t come here, you could have always thought so.” Tang Yixiao said carefreely.
“What exactly are you all going to do?” Liang Yanbei asked.
“To offer sacrifice. Can’t you see this?” Tang Yi smiled and replied, “I give permission to you both to participate, but don’t make any more trouble.”
“Do you think we are here to participate in this sacrifice?” Wen Chan felt puzzled. If Tang Yixiao were in the same group as those monsters, it would have been normal for him to attack them at this time. Then why did he give them permission with a friendly face?
Is his temper really that good?
“No, it has to be, because……” Tang Yixiao was halfway through talking.
“Why?” Wen Chan asked.
Tang Yixiao looked up and whispered, “Because it’s time.”
It was a full moon night.
Suddenly, a gust of devilish wind broke out from the stone platform, forming a powerful tornado that spread around. Those who were blocked outside the barrier were blown back by the strong wind, and they used their sleeves to ward it off.
The thunder clouds swivelled in the sky rapidly, the serpent-like thunders flickered, and a huge thunderstorm struck, completely opening the heavy curtain of the sacrifice.
The red pattern spread extremely quickly from the stone platform, forming a pattern of a magic circle2
, enveloping everyone in it, and a strange sound rang out, as if someone were singing but also like someone was reciting incantations, humming, and whimpering.
Thousands of voices overlapped, making it very noisy.
Seeing this, those who practiced immortality responded quickly, “Set up a formation!”
However, the howling wind did not give them a chance to set up a formation at all and swept them away in a few blows. They could only lie on the ground to barely avoid being swept away.
Wen Chan and Liang Yanbei, who were in the eye of the wind, actually did not have to bear such a powerful wind and could see the surrounding scenes clearly.
Their robes were blown, and they rustled. Wen Chan used his hand to slightly block the wind in front of him so that he could open his eyes.
Tang Qin was standing right in the centre of the eye of the storm, and the overwhelming black energy flowed out from her body and converged into Tài Jí3n. the Absolute or Supreme Ultimate, the source of all things according to some interpretations of Chinese mythology bā guà4n./v. The Eight Trigrams above her head.
Wen Chan was taken aback when he saw it and blurted out, “Wàn Xiàng5n. every phenomenon on earth; all manifestations of nature Tài Jí?!”
Tang Yixiao cast a surprised look, “How do you know it?”
He felt a chill run down his spine. This was really Wàn Xiàng Tài Jí!
Wàn Xiàng Tài Jí was a formation handed down from ancient times. It can change fate, defying the natural order and call back a departed spirit.
If this formation was to be implemented, it had to be suppressed by a sacrifice.
The reason why Wen Chan was so familiar with it was because he had driven this formation in his previous life, and had died of this formation6Eeeeh?.
His own son conspired to rebel for the throne and killed Liang Yanbei’s only son. To make up for it, he learned the Wàn Xiàng Tài Jí formation and exchanged Liang Shaojing’s soul. However, because he was not familiar with the formation, he made a careless mistake, and due to that, Liang Shaojing could only be reborn as a daughter.
And he also passed away really soon after Liang Shaojing was reborn.
Wen Chan thought of the corpses nailed to the trees, and a terrifying thought rushed in, “Those corpses are all sacrifices?”
“Ten thousand evil hearts are sacrificed. We have been preparing for this sacrifice for a long time.” Tang Yixiao’s voice was obviously very faint, but it could still clearly reach Wen Chan’s ears.
Ten thousand?! Who are they going to call back with such a huge sacrifice?
As if he had guessed Wen Chan’s thoughts, Tang Yixiao gave the answer the next moment, “It’s just to recall a heinous demon.”
This sentence fell on Wen Chan7The author wrote ‘Wen Cha’ here instead of ‘Wen Chan’‘s ears like thunder, but he didn’t have time to think about it as a real thunderclap came. And the huge thunder exploded in the sky above his head. The sound stretched for thousands of miles, like the roar of a dragon, causing those who heard it to be terrified.
Only then did those fragmented sounds become louder, which let him hear clearly that it was neither chanting nor singing, but crying. Tens of millions of people cried together, undulating and intertwining, and they sounded miserable and sauve.
Ten thousand ghosts cried together, calling the soul back.
Tang Qin bent his knees and kneeled reverently on the ground, two lines of tears left from his eyes, and he roared with all his strength, shouting out a name.
“Lou Muge — —!!”
In an instant, the sky and the earth changed colour, the sounds of the weeping rose abruptly, and the overwhelming, strong wind dragged everything on the earth to the left and right. The roar exploded in the ears, and everything lost its colour.
The third-staired stone platform rose steeply from the ground, pushed up by a huge force, and stopped at nine feet.
Wen Chan felt his scalp going numb, and all his hair trembled together. He subconsciously grasped Liang Yanbei’s hand and instinctively leaned in on him.
Liang Yanbei held his hand tightly, and with his other arm, he embraced him, protecting him in his arms. His bright eyes kept looking up until they stopped in the centre of the clouds.
The lightning struck without warning as if to split the sky, and the entire night sky turned as bright as day, stretching to the end of the sky8I remember seeing such a flash of lightning near my house a few nights ago. It literally looked like morning at 12 o’clock..
It came and went quickly. As soon as the lightning went out, the field of vision returned to its darkness, the wind quickly weakened, the crying disappeared, and the branches that were unstable slowly stopped swaying.
When the earth returned to being calm, all the black energy scattered in the air, as if it had never existed before. The wind subsided, and the trees went quiet.
The thunderclouds dissipated, and the bright full moon appeared again. The moonlight sprinkled on the earth, and it became bright. Wen Chan looked up and saw a person standing on the high stone platform, facing the light, and he couldn’t see their front clearly.
The disciples of the Immortal Cultivation Sect, who had quickly recovered, raised their hands and cast a spell. White light gathered in the air, illuminating the scene again. Only then did everyone clearly see who was standing there.
He was a man who was as handsome as a god.
He was dressed in snow-like white clothes, with his black hair fluttering. He was holding a motionless black cat in his arms. He smiled slightly, but his eyes were full of ridicule when he looked down. “So many people are waiting for me to return?”
However, this person completely differed from Lou Muge, who carried a fan.
Lu Shaoqing breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, “You are finally back.”
Tang Yixiao also nodded, “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”
An older man from the Xiuxian Sect said angrily, “Lou Muge! How dare you come back!”
The man named Lou Muge sneered, and he glanced around, passing over Tang Yixiao, Wen Chan, Liang Yanbei, Lu Shaoqing, and the others, and said slowly, “He didn’t come?”
He didn’t wait for anyone to answer, and smiled self-deprecatingly, “Yes, how dare he come……”
An immortal cultivator said to his companion, “His soul has just returned, and it has no material existence. He is precisely in a weak condition now, so if we work together as one now, we will be able to beat him again until his soul flies away and it scatters9(idiom) / fig. to be frightened stiff/spooked out of one’s mind/terror-stricken .”
Lou Muge thought that it was funny, “Ze Chen is not here, nor is Ning Shaosi. And there are just you guys10It means you have no chance to defeat me.?”
He turned his gaze slightly, and it stopped on Liang Yanbei’s body, “Or are you guys relying on this mortal god of war?”
At this moment, all the memories became intertwined, making Wen Chan startled.
Whether it was Tang Yixiao, Lu Shaoqing, or that demoness, these people acted as if they knew Liang Yanbei. But not the Young Master of the Liang family, who lived an extravagant life, but another Liang Yanbei.
A Liang Yanbei that even Wen Chan didn’t know about.
He turned his head to look at the people around him, only to see a smooth chin. Only then did he realise that he was standing too close to Liang Yanbei and hurriedly broke free from his arms.
Liang Yanbei also let him go, as he was motionlessly staring at Lou Muge, and it was unknown what he was thinking.
The disciples who cultivated immortality were no-nonsense and immediately used their swords and joined forces.
Lou Muge smiled so brilliantly that the bright moon lost its colour.
He stepped up to the edge of the stone platform, stepped out with half of his boots, and said to the people below, “If we are lucky enough, we will meet again.”
After saying this, he took a step forward, but instead of falling down or flying away, he disappeared out of thin air in full view of the public. The black cat in his arms fell down and was caught by Lu Shaoqing.
He disappeared so quickly that no one even had time to react.
Tang Yixiao smiled at Wen Chen and Liang Yanbei, as if to say goodbye before leaving, and then, just like when he appeared, he left with his figure hidden in the black mist, and Lu Shaoqing was also taken away.
All that was left was the mess after the devastating gale and the people lying on the ground.
When Wen Chan saw that they had disappeared, he returned to his senses and looked back at Qin Qi and Shu Hua.
All three of them had fainted. Qin Qi and Liang Shuhong woke up as soon as he called out for them. However, Shu Hua was injured while protecting Liang Shuhong. He was hit by a blown-off tree trunk, was unable to move half of his body, and passed out.
Seeing that Shu Hua was injured, Wen Chan became anxious, “Shu Hua! Shu Hua!”
“Don’t worry,” Liang Yanbei hurriedly comforted him. After pulling Shu Hua up and carrying him on his back, he said, “Let’s go out first.”
Liang Shuhong knew that he got injured while protecting him, so he complied with Liang Yanbei and said, “Yes, let’s go out quickly. The treatment cannot be delayed at all.”
Liang Yanbei was in front, Liang Shuhong followed, Wen Chan was in the middle, and Qin Qi was behind. And they went back in the direction they came.
When they left, the cultivating sect was still in good spirits, and they discussed continuing to go deeper and destroying the demonic sect in one fell swoop.
So the two parties divided into two routes, one going out and the other going in.
Translator’s corner
Now that I think about it, they did mention Tang Qin being a demoness in a previous chapter. I thought they called her one just like that. Seems like she really is one.
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