The Blade-Wielding Legend
Chapter 150 - 118 Overturning Altars and Destroying Temples, Below Taibai Mountain

Chapter 150: Chapter 118 Overturning Altars and Destroying Temples, Below Taibai Mountain

Nobody understands ghost-catching better than I do!

Although Li Yan didn’t yet qualify to say this, having acquired the Soul Hook Divine Skill, at least he now had the opportunity to say it in the future.

The Yin Bureau Soul Hook specialized in subduing yin souls and divine souls.

Some spirits and evil apparitions were terrifying precisely because they were invisible and traceless; apart from Mystical Sect members who could perceive them with Divine Skills and capture them with spells, ordinary people were utterly helpless against these beings.

And the Soul Hook from the Yin Bureau, likewise, was invisible.

As long as it was a soul, whether it be the yin soul of a ghost, the living soul of a human, or the divine soul of a spirit, it could be caught.

According to the information he had gathered, if his Dao reached a certain realm, even the divine souls of Earth Spirits could be captured and suppressed!

If he had this Divine Skill earlier, when that Magician dared to be possessed and cause trouble at the Wu Family Gully ancestral hall, it would have been equivalent to delivering himself to death’s door.

This Soul Hook Divine Skill was different from the Divine Skills of Yang Six Roots; it did not require the control of Yang Jue or Yin Technique – it could be activated with a single mindful thought of Storing God.

The sound of chains rattled once again beside Li Yan’s ears.

This sound, apart from him, could only be heard by those who had awakened the ear divine power and could discern the language of ghost gods.

With his current level of Dao, he could only extend the Soul Hook by one foot.

Nevertheless, that was already sufficient!

Li Yan approached the tree, suddenly thrust out his left hand, and forcefully pressed it onto the guard’s head. With a thought, the invisible Soul Hook immediately plunged into the body.

The guard’s living soul had been devoured; inside this body, there was only a formidable yin soul emitting a cold, putrid scent, mixed with a hint of the stench of riverbed silt.

It turned out to be a water ghost!

Li Yan knew that Rampaging Soldiers had various origins; they were not necessarily ghosts, but could also be resentful spirits born from dark and decayed matter in the mountains.

They were called Rampaging Soldiers precisely because they were wild, unrestrained, fierce, and brave – thus referred to as "rampant."

The thing inside was equally ferocious.

After being bound by the Soul Hook Divine Skill, it thrashed like a wild beast, struggling fiercely, unwilling to submit in the slightest.

Li Yan clenched his teeth and forcibly pulled it out.

His left hand trembled as the sound of chains clanged in his ears; he could distinctly feel the Rampaging Soldier changing shapes, trying to break free.

"Daoist!"

Li Yan let out a loud shout.

"Coming!"

Wang Daoxuan spread out a Vermilion Talisman cloth, and as Li Yan pressed his hand on it, he immediately wrapped it around, layer by layer, finally tied several dead knots, and stuffed it into the Wandering Soul Vase.

Though the Rampaging Soldier was intangible, he could feel as if there was a block of solid ice within the cloth of talismans, from which a chilly aura constantly emanated.

Wang Daoxuan, still not at ease, plugged up the Wandering Soul Vase tightly with a wooden stopper, affixed an Evil Suppression Talisman, and then wound a red rope around it, tying two Evil Exorcism knots.

The coldness was completely sealed off, and Wang Daoxuan also breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at Li Yan, his smile hard to conceal.

Although he didn’t say it, he could guess that the move Li Yan had just employed was probably the heritage he had received earlier.

He had indeed followed the right person...

"Is it done?"

Sha Lifei was utterly baffled while watching from the side.

In his eyes, Li Yan had merely grabbed the man’s head and then shakily wrapped up a cloth around it, stuffing it into a jar.

Weren’t they saying that Rampaging Soldiers were very powerful?

How come there wasn’t even a sound...

"Wouldn’t it be nicer if it’s easier?"

Wang Daoxuan said, shaking his head with a smile, "Without Brother Yan, I alone would not dare to catch a Rampaging Soldier."

As he spoke, he pointed ahead, "Look there."

Sha Lifei looked up and was suddenly startled.

He saw that the bound guard on the tree had his smile gradually fade, then his head tilted, and he was completely breathless.

Wang Daoxuan looked around, shook his head, and said, "This man was harmed by a Rampaging Soldier, and the yin Sha gathered resentful energy. This place is full of earth yin, fearing it might cause him to become a reanimated corpse. Let me handle it."

Having said that, he beckoned Sha Lifei to lay the body down, found an open space, piled some dry wood and ignited it with a fire, instantly thick smoke accompanied by the stench rose up.

"What about that one in the river?" Sha Lifei quickly asked.

Wang Daoxuan shook his head, "We’re too late, I’ll inform the City God Temple afterward, they will send Mages to deal with it."

No sooner had he finished speaking, he went over to the front of the Wandering Soul Vase, lit three sticks of incense, and stuck them into the red rope tied outside the vase, "With this Rampaging Soldier, finding that Cold Altar in the ruined temple will be a piece of cake."

Sure enough, once the three sticks of incense were inserted, the blue smoke that emerged seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, flying out towards the dense woods on the right side.

"It’s over here!"

Wang Daoxuan led the way, with Li Yan and Sha Lifei guarding from the sides, entering the dense forest and gradually disappearing out of sight.

Their direction was precisely opposite to that of Lu Xiaowu and his group, each heading toward different mountain peaks...

...

Goo goo!

The bright moon shone on the mountain forest, and the night owl called out.

"We’re here, right at this spot!"

After an arduous trek and nearing midnight, Lu Xiaowu and his group finally climbed halfway up the hillside.

But they saw an open patch on the mountain, very flat. Standing on it with peaks behind on both sides, it resembled a winnowing basket or a chair, and looking down, one could perfectly see the river below.

Excitement filled Lu Xiaowu’s eyes as he took out the cloth scroll from his bosom, carefully checking it without daring any negligence.

Under the moonlight, next to the cloth scroll, there was a message: Esteemed Magistrate Lu, I offer this spot to you as gratitude for your help, respectfully presented by Hou Faming.

"Right here!"

Lu Xiaowu fumbled through the grass and finally found a rusted nail, his voice trembling, "It’s right here."

"Quick, dig seven feet into the ground."

"And, my father must be buried standing up!"

...

Crack!

Sha Lifei swung his long knife, cutting the branches that blocked the way.

Li Yan followed closely behind, his eyes full of vigilance, "Daoist, it’s just ahead, and there’s still something inside."

The three had reached the mountaintop, but it was covered with dense vegetation and thorns such that they could only chop through to carve a path.

Finally, they emerged from the thick thorny undergrowth.