The Blade-Wielding Legend
Chapter 182 - 135 Night Crying Lang_2

Chapter 182: Chapter 135 Night Crying Lang_2

Even though she inwardly cursed non-stop, the old snake demon moved swiftly, biting her fingertip and touching it to the eyes of the white porcelain doll, one at a time.

The white porcelain doll was crafted to the specifications of a divine statue and had been consecrated, only lacking the final touch of bringing it to life.

With the blood-colored eyes, the porcelain doll appeared even more demonic.

The snake demon even felt as though the doll was looking at her.

"Damn it! What does it matter if you’ve gained spirituality, just obediently shield me from disaster!"

The snake witch cursed and then placed the doll in the southeast corner of the magic platform.

Although she had fallen into a disadvantage due to faulty intelligence, being a deeply knowledgeable magician, she had already calculated the direction from which the spell would come.

After doing this, she picked up a human bone drum mallet and continuously struck a skull-shaped wooden fish while continually muttering under her breath.

"What does his spell matter, if it destroys my magic platform, that Daoist will scream in agony as the spell backlash kills him."

The two seemed not to face each other, yet the atmosphere grew increasingly tense.

Meanwhile, Wang Daoxuan was also ready.

He secured the straw man with a tightening ring.

Next, he stepped in the Astral Step, pinched his fingers, and chanted a mantra, "When the sky darkens and the earth obscures, the sun and the moon unrelated, enclose within my grasp, seven arrows strike the head, piercing the heart at the appointed hour, swiftly like the decree of law..."

Puff!

After finishing his spell, he picked up a willow arrow from the table and violently stabbed it into the head of the straw man!

Crash!

At the snake witch’s magic platform, the white porcelain doll shattered in response.

"You thieving Daoist, I won’t let you off!"

The snake witch roared furiously, hammering even more vigorously with the bone mallet.

Crashingly!

It was as if a resonance occurred, and Wang Daoxuan’s magic platform also trembled, the candle flames flickering unstably, and all the magic artifacts jumbled.

This is the method known as platform blast.

All magic platforms follow a principle: they temporarily borrow the Astral Bane Energy to create their own situation.

If a magic platform is disrupted by spells and blasted, all the magic cast through the platform will fail, and the caster will also suffer backlash.

The counter measure is also simple.

Either possess a sufficiently powerful divine statue or an object that can suppress the magic platform, assets that only the deep-rooted orthodox and magic veins typically possess.

The snake witch’s method of breaking the spell could hardly be more sophisticated.

That Daoist was no disciple of the orthodox magic vein lineage, otherwise, she would never have agreed to this job no matter how generous the pay.

What good is knowing spells

if they don’t have an artifact to stabilize their platform?

However, without another word, Wang Daoxuan across simply slapped the Hook Paper onto the magic platform.

Just as the old witch struck with a mallet.

Boom!

The human-skull wooden fish instantly burst.

At the same time, the magic platform’s Astral Bane Energy became unbalanced and a force rose from the ground, instantly flipping the platform.

Puff!

The snake witch suffered backlash, spitting blood as she fell, and cried out in panic, "Daoist friend, spare..."

Before she could finish, her expression froze.

Tiny black handprints appeared on her neck and body as if countless infants were tightly grasping her.

At the same time, Wang Daoxuan cast another spell, viciously plunging the willow arrow into the head of the straw man.

Whoosh!

The straw man instantly caught fire.

Wang Daoxuan sighed in relief, sensing the Yin Evil Qi around him gradually dissipating, even feeling frost forming on his eyebrows.

The "Seven Arrows Secret Spell" requires leveraging the Yin Evil Qi from the ley lines; an average magician can only withstand it three times, thus they can only nail three arrows.

Only those with profound Dao and exceptional insight can manage to nail the fourth, fifth arrows, and so on, each step more challenging than the last.

The straw man catching fire indicated that his opponent was dead.

Hearing the sound of babies crying through the snowy wind, Wang Daoxuan vaguely guessed the situation, sighed softly, and took out a new Wandering Soul Vase.

"Soul, come back."

Wang Daoxuan waved the Magic Flag, stepping in the Astral Step, pinching and chanting, employing the Western Xuan lineage’s Soul Summoning Technique.

Although he had great insight into the "Seven Arrows Secret Spell," the spells he practiced most were still those for soul pacification and disaster aversion.

Simply put, a person of remarkable insight into black witchcraft who, due to disposition, had a special fondness for white witchcraft.

He was well-practiced in such techniques.

Soon, those infant ghosts scattered in the wind were all collected into the soul jar.

Wang Daoxuan immediately tied a red rope around it and affixed a Soul Suppressing Talisman, speaking solemnly, "Rest assured, my friends, I will perform rituals for seven days to help you break free from purgatory."

"Ha ha ha!"

Outside the ruins, Iron Master Gushu had already received the news. He stroked his beard and laughed mockingly, "Baodong, even if you summon these demons and evil spirits, you still ended up dead here, didn’t you?"

"You just wait, after today, I will go to the Law Enforcement Hall to accuse you of harboring demons!"

"What demon? Are you senile?"

Baodong sneered coldly, completely unconcerned.

His subordinates had already rushed into the ruins, carrying the body of the serpent witch, and threw it directly into the bonfire.

"You!"

Iron Master Gushu’s face turned ugly instantly.

Baodong said lightly, "The black witch from Tianshui unfortunately died. I kindly cremated her and will send the ashes back to Tianshui."

"What demon, what does it have to do with me."

Iron Master Gushu snorted, no longer speaking.

He knew that it was impossible to topple the Fire Bear Gang over this matter.

Baodong was too cunning and had ways to exonerate himself.

Although he had gained the upper hand verbally, Baodong still looked slightly displeased having lost the first round. After a moment of silence, he turned his head to a white-clothed man wearing a bamboo hat and said, "Sir, I’m afraid I must trouble you now."

The man, whose face was covered by a white gauze, clearly held a special status. Baodong’s tone carried a hint of respect.

"Uh."

The man seemed uninterested in conversing with Baodong and walked directly towards the ruins.

A flash of anger crossed Baodong’s eyes, but he said nothing.

Meanwhile, Lu Gongfeng from the Carriage Shop seemed to have thought of something and whispered, "Just admit defeat in this round, don’t fight anymore."

Wang Daoxuan had just returned, his face pale and his walk unsteady.

Sha Lifei quickly stepped forward to support him. Hearing Lu Gongfeng’s words, he turned around in surprise, "Why? Prince Wang has finally won a round. Admitting defeat now would only tarnish our own reputation!"

"You don’t understand!"

Lu Gongfeng rebuked sharply, "That man has an indistinct aura that I can’t sense, and his movement technique is extraordinary. He’s also skilled in physical combat."

"I’ve heard that Yue Fazhong from the Prince’s residence had dealings with the Fire Bear Gang. This man is likely a disciple from Shang Mountain’s Magic Veins and might have attained the Daoist Triple Building."

"Going up now would only bring humiliation, and might even cost us our lives. The spells from Shang Mountain’s lineage are no laughing matter."

Upon hearing this, Li Yan’s brow also furrowed.

Yue Fazhong was Qiao Sanhu’s backer, so he had naturally inquired into the affairs of Shang Mountain’s Magic Veins.

This lineage was also ancient and highly revered.

Their origin linked to the famous Four Elders of Shang Mountain.

The Four Elders of Shang Mountain were Dong Yuan Gong, Xia Huang Gong, Qi Li Ji, and Lu Li Sir. Discontent with Emperor Qin’s burning of the books and burying of Confucian scholars, they chose to live in seclusion, their reputation living on through the ages.

But they also had another identity as Qin scholars.

During their seclusion, to prevent the destruction of numerous Pre-Qin scriptures, they secretly smuggled many of them out and buried them within Shang Mountain.

The tale of the "Scripture Cave of Shang Mountain" had attracted many since ancient times because it held many lost Pre-Qin scriptures.

Finding one could lead people to spend a fortune to acquire it.

Let alone a whole cave filled with them.

However, from ancient times to present, not a single person had found it.

The Magic Veins of Shang Mountain were disciples who had served by the Four Elders’ side. Having learned spells, they secretly hid many ancient arts collected by the Qin Palace, ultimately forming a lineage.

The ancient arts of Pre-Qin, inherited from witchcraft and connected to the Fang Xian Dao, were fierce in reputation, despite being modified and concealed over the millennia.

All in all, they were tough to deal with.

In Li Yan’s heart, conceding also seemed like the better option, but just as he was about to speak, he sniffed the air and looked behind him, shaking his head with a smile,

"Senior, you’re late."

Through the snowstorm, a pale-faced man carrying a huge Soul Summoning Banner approached. It was Shen Sanyou, the helper introduced by Luo Mingzi.

His step technique was bizarre. Although it seemed staggering, his speed was incredibly fast. He came directly beside Li Yan and shook his head, "It’s too late to do anything now. There were bastards setting ambushes outside, a bunch of people shooting with bows and arrows; truly despicable tactics."

Hearing this, Iron Master Gushu’s face changed drastically. He scolded his disciples in a low voice, "Didn’t you already clear it out? Why are there still people? Go quickly!"

"No need now."

Shen Sanyou smirked mischievously, "I don’t feel like taking action, but another Daoist friend of mine has a strong taste for killing. He’s still killing. Don’t disturb his fun."

"Look, reinforcements have already arrived. I’ll handle this battle."

With that said, he continued carrying the Soul Summoning Banner towards the ruins.

"Senior, be careful, he is—"

Li Yan had just begun to speak when Shen Sanyou chuckled, "Don’t worry. The little bastard from Shang Mountain, right? An old opponent..."

As he spoke, Shen Sanyou started singing while carrying the Soul Summoning Banner:

"To live~in the splendid house, deserted~return to the hillocks, separating~from the worldly dust miles away, white snow~for a thousand years, breezy and vast... Aiyo hei..."

In the snowy winds, the Soul Summoning Banner fluttered, and the song was mournful.

Opposite them, Liu Wenchen’s face turned instantly pale.

"Not good, it’s ’The Night Crying Man!’"