Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 113 - 113 112 Suddenly Facing Danger Extra for Alliance Hierarch Bingkejian

113: Chapter 112: Suddenly Facing Danger [Extra for Alliance Hierarch Bingkejian] 113: Chapter 112: Suddenly Facing Danger [Extra for Alliance Hierarch Bingkejian] At the beginning, everything went smoothly.

The familiar rhythm was still there: light the lantern, gather souls, hide, and ambush at the right moment; an hour later, they had already accounted for three wandering souls and two fierce ghosts.

The purification was drawing to a close.

According to the Tideng Monk, once the Gang Qi inside these soul bodies was resolved, it would be time to release them.

Whether the Gang Qi was completely resolved or not, no one knew for sure, but these purified soul ghosts indeed lost their aggressiveness after dissolution and were not as ferocious anymore.

However, how long this peaceful state could last was uncertain.

Hou Niao couldn’t be bothered to backtrack to experiment whether the soul ghosts in those purified areas were still aggressive, because one thing was certain: the number of wandering souls and fierce ghosts in those areas were definitely far less than usual.

Tideng Monk also never backtracked, and the reason for that was rather thought-provoking.

“Northwest, one soul, one ghost.”

Their cooperation was already extremely tacit; a brief exchange was all it took to understand each other’s thoughts.

This was a con they were both too familiar with, and their adversaries – soul ghosts with intelligence far below that of humans – weren’t really something to be proud of.

Tideng Monk’s attention turned to the one soul, one ghost, just waiting for Hou Niao to take his position so he could shine the Buddha Light; Hou Niao stealthily moved among the group of soul ghosts, as if entering a soulless realm.

In these two months, his application of the Natural Technique had reached the highest level possible for his current state; even without the monk’s lantern, he might still be able to avoid the perception of the soul ghosts.

As if he too were a soul body, the soul of an assassin.

Seeing Hou Niao in place, Tideng Monk slapped his lantern as if opening a pair of eyes in the dark night.

Two beams of light sharply fell, landing precisely on the body of the one soul, one ghost; then, Tideng Monk shouted loudly,

“Amitabha, hang on tight!”

Hou Niao thrust out with his sword.

Before it even reached the soul, he faintly sensed something was amiss.

The eyes of the soul body he targeted showed no sign of dimming; on the contrary, they were blazing red!

“Congratulations to the monk, Buddha has manifested!”

As he thrust his sword forward, his body sprang back as though fitted with a spring; that was the characteristic of the Sword Yu Step, ensuring that one foot was always solidly planted on the ground, ready to change direction at any moment.

The sword still struck the soul body, as if hitting thick hide, with a faint metallic ring; it was resilient and unbreakable.

This was the controlled strength he used to save energy, just enough to kill wandering souls and fierce ghosts, but such an attack was nothing to this soul body.

This was not a wandering soul, but a tangible ghost, solidified and indestructible.

Similarly, the other was not a fierce ghost, but a specter!

Buddha and demon are birds of the same forest, when disaster strikes they fly their separate ways.

Do not wave your heroism bravely, for the one left behind will have bad luck.

No need to discuss; they were both cautious thinkers and had anticipated this outcome.

Constantly walking by the river, one cannot avoid getting wet shoes; it was just that they were lucky, otherwise, delving so deep, even their pants would have been thoroughly soaked.

They could cooperate when reaping benefits, but when it came to running for their lives, they could only flee separately!

Both reacted quickly, but Hou Niao still felt a chill hit his waist during his backward leap, as he was struck by the ice breath exhaled by the ghost, shattering his feeble Gang Qi shield and piercing him with bone-chilling cold.

The monk was a bit farther away and, in theory, this time he had successfully made the Quanzhen swordsman take the fall.

Just give him a few more breaths, and he would…

Suddenly, feeling a sharp gust of wind from behind, Jiedao arched his back and simultaneously crouched down; for a minor cultivator like him, at the realm of Essence Building, weapons were the most reliable in an emergency.

The sharp wind struck the back of the blade, the impact shaking his internal organs and turning his forward charge into a rolling tumble.

Indeed, his opponent’s strength was too great, but it was also a deliberate move on his part, a no-nonsense method of both dissipating force and escaping.

As he rolled, he stole a glance behind him; the ghostly apparition was in hot pursuit.

“Buddha is merciful, we meet by chance.

Why do you chase after me?” he lamented.

The ghostly apparition followed leisurely, “We meet by chance, yet why do you purify me?

You allow the Buddhist Sect to purify souls, but you don’t allow my soul ghost to purify you, monk?

You monks may purify, but I may not?”

Tideng Monk was frustrated, “What I meant was, why must you split your forces to pursue….”

The ghostly apparition laughed with a sinister charm, “Would you rather die, monk, and not the poor Daoist?

Humans, still so self-serving!”

…Hou Niao felt as if he had been struck by a ghost magic spell, the icy power painfully piercing his heart, pouring into every part of his body, including the meridians and internal organs, and even into both his Dantians.

He knew that within a few breaths, he would be frozen into an ice sculpture.

This was a spell equivalent to that of a human cultivator at the Tongxuan Level, how could he, a mere Essence Building Realm cultivator, resist it?

His only hope was that now with a physical body, the ghost was no longer as light and drifting as before, and because of its weight, it seemed clumsy.

But first, he had to pull himself out of this icy chill.

There was no corresponding skill or technique available to counter it; even if there were, it likely wouldn’t be effective—the difference in realms was too great.

His only hope lay in the fact that, as he charged forward, his Dantian whirled furiously, and the Purple Mansion Vortex appeared.

Immediately, the chilling power was drawn to the vortex, finally finding an outlet to vent, no longer rampaging within his body.

Even if it were a spell, it was one based on spiritual power, not the same concept as the human cultivator’s spells that drew upon the majesty of heaven and earth.

It was more like a spell simulated through spiritual power, no less formidable in might, but entirely different in nature.

His physical condition quickly improved, but he chose not to turn back to fight.

He didn’t want to at all.

The Sword Yu Step quickened under his feet because the chill within his body was being absorbed into the Purple Mansion Vortex at a rapid rate, like an endless void.

However, the attacks from behind didn’t cease.

Even if the ghost’s speed was limited, keeping up with him was easy, and continual bursts of magic power struck his body.

Despite already swinging his longsword in an effort to defend, he couldn’t entirely neutralize the residual waves of magic power,

The chilly power continually flowed into his body, being absorbed by the Purple Mansion Vortex in turn, achieving a dynamic equilibrium even as he fled.

The bad news was they had ventured too deep in;

The good news was, at least he knew the shortest way out.

Although the Purple Mansion Vortex could help him to absorb all the cold energy, the physical damage brought by the spell itself still persisted, slowly accumulating with each successive hit.

His chance of escaping danger did not depend on how far he could run, but on whether he could hold out until dawn.

Ghosts didn’t fear light, but under the sunlight, their strength would be greatly diminished, and that was his opportunity.

He did not know if the monk had already met the Buddha.

If the gap in strength was any indication, it was more likely to be an ill-fated outcome; but within the Quanzhen Sect, he was just a negligible minor figure without a master or treasures.

However, the monk might not be the same, daring to come alone to Shan Country to purify Soul Ghosts—how could he not have some lifesaving tricks up his sleeve?

Let fate decide.