The Qi family was in utter chaos. The once majestic manor now lay in ruins.
Spirituality and bullets flew everywhere; a moment's inattention meant the loss of one's life.
But for Yin Yang, this was still far from enough.
Deep within the forest, he too began his dance.
As Yin Yang moved, the blade-wielding ghost and the lantern-carrying ghost slowly manifested to his left and right.
Behind the two ghosts stood a dense, silent crowd of departed souls.
“Lush and thick grows the tribulus; let us clear away the thorns.”
“From of old, what have we done? We sowed the millet and the grain.”
“Our millet is abundant; our grain stands in rows.”
Yin Yang danced while chanting softly.
At the sound of his voice, the souls behind the two ghosts gradually lifted their heads, watching him like an audience.
A wind began to pick up, whistling rapidly through the trees.
“Our granaries are full; our stores are countless.”
“To prepare the wine and food, for offerings and for rites.”
“To invite the spirits to feast, to call down great blessings.”
Yin Yang’s movements grew wilder, and his voice rose in volume.
The wind howled and leaves fluttered as red patterns lit up the ground, weaving into a net that spread outward.
Roar!!!
The vengeful spirits let out silent roars, as if harmonizing with Yin Yang.
“Stately and grand, pure are your oxen and sheep, for the seasonal rites.”
“Some skin, some boil; some arrange, some present.”
By this point, Yin Yang’s voice had reached a near-roar!
Woo—
The souls wailed, transforming into spheres of black-red light that surged toward Yin Yang!
The entire forest was illuminated by this glow. The light spheres stretched into threads, intertwining to weave a sacrificial robe over Yin Yang’s body.
The black-red light climbed up his cheeks, merging with the blood-traced patterns on his face to form a Nuo opera mask.
Such a massive disturbance naturally drew the attention of several people.
However, with the battle currently at its peak, none of them dared to look away from their opponents.
Yin Yang took a deep breath, feeling as though the world before his eyes had changed.
The surrounding flora seemed to have come to life, smiling and greeting him.
The sensation was so wonderful that he couldn't help but lose himself in it.
“The ritual begins!”
With those words, the towering lantern-carrying ghost placed its lantern back into the book box and lifted Yin Yang with one hand.
Yin Yang’s perspective shifted instantly, and he was suddenly exposed to everyone's sight.
“Blade-wielding ghost.”
Yin Yang called out softly. The blade-wielding ghost flickered like a mirage, appearing before Yin Yang and kneeling with its blade planted in the ground.
Yin Yang placed his right hand on its forehead, his voice cold.
“In my name as a Corpse Celebrant, from this day forth—unseal!”
Boom!!!
An incredibly violent baleful aura erupted from the blade-wielding ghost!
This aura was so dense it almost became physical, and the blood mist surrounding its zhanmadao grew even thicker.
Swoosh!
The blade-wielding ghost vanished and reappeared in front of a Qi family member, its zhanmadao sweeping down!
The man stiffened. A red line appeared between his brows, extending from the top of his head down to his lower abdomen.
“Ugh...”
He tried to speak, but the line of blood widened, and his body collapsed in two halves.
Bloody.
Violent.
Before the others could react, two more members of the Qi family were cleaved in two!
Qi Hai’s heart skipped a beat as he saw the three deaths!
The ascenders on the scene were all part of the Qi family, but only a few actually carried the Qi bloodline.
This was unavoidable; after all, the Qi bloodline carried a curse.
Not many were willing to walk the path of a transcendent knowing they were cursed. Even an ant values its life, let alone a human.
Yet all three killed by that ghostly thing possessed the Qi bloodline!
One could be a coincidence.
Two could be a coincidence.
But to kill three in a row? The probability of that being a coincidence was far too small.
It wasn't until the blade-wielding ghost killed a fourth Qi family member that Qi Hai finally concluded: this ghost could distinguish the Qi bloodline!
“Kill that ghost first!” Qi Hai roared.
If he let it continue, the Qi bloodline would be wiped out.
The surrounding Qi family transcendents moved into action, but their speed was a joke compared to the blade-wielding ghost.
In just two breaths, three more had fallen to its blade.
Seeing this, Qi Hai roared again.
“Kill the masked man above the forest first!”
The lantern-carrying ghost had not revealed its form, so in their eyes, Yin Yang appeared to be floating in mid-air!
Following Qi Hai’s command, several low-sequence members turned their muzzles toward Yin Yang, unleashing a hail of bullets.
Clink, clink, clink.
The bullets struck an invisible wall of air, all of them coming to a halt three meters away from Yin Yang!
Yin Yang watched them calmly. In the next moment, the blade-wielding ghost flashed before them.
The zhanmadao in its hands was now completely crimson. As it swung, limbs were severed in a flurry of steel.
“Ah!!”
“It’s coming this way!”
“Dammit, normal attacks are useless! We need to use spiritual energy!”
“Get back! Back to back!”
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“Hehehe, Old Ghost Qi, it seems there are quite a few people who want you dead. Here’s another expert!”
After breaking free, Liang Guan rushed toward Qi Xiangyang with his short sword.
Qi Xiangyang was still manipulating the tentacles to fight Xia Zhiqiu. He sneered upon hearing the remark.
“There are indeed many who want me dead, but none have ever succeeded!”
“Liang Guan, why do you still refuse to use your true abilities? What? Are you afraid people will find out you were once a Sequence 6 Thousand-Slayer?”
Liang Guan’s expression shifted; he knew exactly what Qi Xiangyang was about to say.
Sure enough, the next moment, he heard the man mock him.
“You’re just a deserter who caused the death of your entire team!”
“Even if you get the divinity, you’ll never advance to Sequence 5!”
“You will live the rest of your life in the shadow of that word—deserter! It is a shackle that locks all your paths to promotion!”
“You want to reach Sequence 5? Maybe in your next life!”
“Hahahaha!”
Qi Xiangyang laughed maniacally!
Every pathway had its own pathway rules.
For example, Lord Mei of Wangduan City followed the Scholar pathway!
One of its rules was to bring benefit to one's region.
If one failed, there was still hope for promotion, but their strength would be mediocre at best.
The Executioner pathway had its own rules as well. For instance, a Sequence 6 Thousand-Slayer literally had to slay a thousand people to have a chance at reaching Sequence 5.
During this process, if one 'put down the blade' and became a deserter, all hope of promotion in this lifetime was essentially lost.
And Liang Guan was that deserter.
This was why he had spent so many years quietly living as a shoemaker in Wang City.
Now that his past had been brought up, his face flushed a deep red.
“Don't let him get to you!”
Xia Zhiqiu took advantage of the distraction to close the distance, pressing his right hand toward the other man's abdomen.
Just as he was about to succeed, one of the faces on Qi Xiangyang's human skin garment suddenly came to life!
The face bulged out from the garment, lunging like a snake to bite at Xia Zhiqiu!
Bang!
The materials on the third golden pillar crumbled into powder and were absorbed by the altar. Qi Xiangyang’s strength surged once again!
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