Master of Kaidan
Chapter 53: Murder in the Fog

Chapter 53: Chapter 53: Murder in the Fog

As the words left his mouth, Feng Xue felt something brush against his leg, a sign that Chen Xiyao heard him.

Feng Xue gathered a breath of True Qi, circulated his Mixed Element Inner Power throughout his body, and with Breath Concealment complementing the Assassin’s Step, he seemed to turn into a wisp of ghostly light, merging into the shadows. Despite wearing a white robe, he didn’t stand out in the slightest.

Chen Xiyao, who had been tightly watching Feng Xue, suddenly lost track of him. With a sinking feeling in her heart, she forcibly perked up her spirit and shuffled forward in small steps, carrying a cardboard box toward the room that she wasn’t very familiar with, yet felt strangely connected to by some force.

For Feng Xue now, two hundred meters was not a long distance at all. In the blink of an eye, he had closed the gap to about fifty meters.

Looking at the patrollers carrying lanterns, Feng Xue suddenly wondered if he were overdoing things. After all, he had already sent the Manager away, and what remained were nothing more than a bunch of low-level thugs. Perhaps it would have been faster if he had simply carried Chen Xiyao and stormed in?

Thinking this, Feng Xue couldn’t help feeling a bit vexed over his decision to have Chen Xiyao crawl into the cardboard box. It goes to show, when you have a hammer, everything looks like a nail. Having such a Concealment tool had led him to unconsciously plan tactics around the box, neglecting the possibility of direct combat.

"Tch... But now I don’t even know where Chen Xiyao is. It’s too late to change the plan," Feng Xue grumbled as he continued to gauge the distance to the door.

At present, he could create a field of Fog about five meters high and fifty meters in radius. If he wanted to provide Chen Xiyao with the utmost stealth assistance, he needed to reduce the gap to the door to at least twenty meters, if not reach it entirely.

However, when he was still about forty meters away from the door, a seemingly lethargic soldier suddenly bellowed:

"Enemy attack!"

The gang members around simultaneously snapped to attention, and Feng Xue could clearly feel an increasing number of gazes falling on him.

"It’s not someone else sneaking in; they’ve definitely spotted me! But how did they manage that? And the guy who shouted didn’t even give a location?"

But since he was exposed, Feng Xue didn’t dwell on how the soldier had detected him. Instead, he abandoned the idea of sneaking in slowly. With a burst of speed, he covered a dozen meters in just two seconds, deploying the field of Fog before the thugs could reach him with their long knives and short swords.

Instantly, thick white fog spread under the night sky, reducing visibility to something akin to severe smog, and at that moment, Feng Xue took a filter from his bag and slipped it into a compartment on his waistband.

In an instant, everything within Feng Xue’s field of vision transformed.

Those groups of burly men now appeared as flirtatious and charming young ladies, their ferocious expressions coupled with delicate faces, which even appeared somewhat cute.

Name: Phantom Object·Feminization Filter

Elements: [Tool], [Transformation], [Cognition], [Female]

Description: A miraculous filter that beautifies all living creatures observed by the bearer, its power not an illusion, but a direct rewrite of cognition.

Note: Except for me, they’re all ladies!

...

This phantom object, which Feng Xue jokingly called the "Yongcilang Filter," appeared somewhat comical, but at certain special times, it was seriously useful, such as in combination with the Anatomical Curse.

Yes, as a phantom object, since it clarified it was not an "illusion," it meant for Feng Xue that the feminization of these people was true. To put it in the words of a supporter of transformation, this filter could "bestow the traits of [female] on everyone except oneself."

So now, as the mist rose and night enveloped the surroundings, before Feng Xue, one beautiful girl after another kept falling, their blood and innards spilling onto the ground, their once delicate faces now only twisted with ferocity.

Chen Xiyao, moving step by step toward the door home amidst the fog, guided by that indistinct connection, suddenly felt her foot slip, looking down...

Chen Xiyao, who could only hear the intermittent cries of pain and agony due to the shroud of fog, instantly turned pale as she finally realized the true meaning of those screams.

Chen Xiyao’s calves began to tremble, an uncontrollable sensation of nausea churning in her stomach.

The grilled meat she had eaten earlier, along with stomach acid and bile, uncontrollably surged up from her throat, mixing with the bloody stench seeping into her mouth and nose to form an even more nauseating odor.

However, Chen Xiyao did not stop there. Although she kept retching, even as her clothes became stained with filth, she understood one thing clearly: she had to keep moving.

At such a moment, the girl exploded with a powerful will, forcefully pushing her body toward that door.

The already cramped space within the cardboard box was filled with unbearable odors, her shoes now tainted with indescribable filth from sticky blood and pieces of viscera. Even as tears continued to flow from the corners of her eyes, even as she spat out only acidic water, she was still laboriously moving her feet.

...

Feng Xue did not know where Chen Xiyao had gone; he only knew that he could not stop his actions!

Just like when he faced that patrol with an ominous sign, these gang members were so recklessly fearless. In a mere ten seconds or so, more than twenty corpses had fallen around Feng Xue; six of them died because of the curse of the Anatomical Curse while the others all charged close and were then split open by a stroke of his sword.

Though the Suffocation Blade could not inherit the curse of dissection as an active ability, the offensive effect of "becoming sharper after collecting all elements" could be wholly inherited; under this Sleeve Sword’s attack, nearly no one could withstand a strike.

In a normal battlefield, these mixed soldiers would have already fled in terror, but they recklessly kept lunging forward, more and more of them.

It was only then that Feng Xue realized that what was previously detected was likely not the individual ability of that mixed soldier, because even with the mist’s interference, these soldiers almost charged at himself without any hesitation.

Feng Xue had to keep striking with his sword to ensure that he would not be directly surrounded by enemies.

Watching one "beautiful girl" after another get chopped down by his own hand, Feng Xue suddenly felt that wearing this filter might have been a mistake; after all, killing beautiful girls and killing adult men involved two entirely different psychological pressures.

"The frequency of attacks has dropped. Have the ones left behind almost perished?" Feng Xue gradually felt the pressure diminish and breathed a slight sigh of relief, but before he could rejoice for long, an intense pain exploded in his heart. At the same time, the tag that belonged to the "Corpse Collector" in the depths of his consciousness also burst!