The Blade-Wielding Legend
Chapter 75: A Series of Fierce Battles in Quick Succession

Chapter 75: Chapter 75: A Series of Fierce Battles in Quick Succession

"Damn it, why is this unlucky ghost here!"

Sha Lifei cried out in surprise, grabbed his blade, and hid behind the magic platform.

Seeing this, Zhao Facheng immediately panicked, "You look fierce, why are you so cowardly? You’re supposed to be the protector, why are you hiding?"

Sha Lifei peeked nervously, feeling shaky inside, "That person is powerful. I can’t beat him. He might kill me in just a few moves."

Zhao Facheng, also not skilled in martial arts, originally thought that Sha Lifei was fierce, loudly proclaiming all the way that he would personally kill the demon. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a coward.

The magic platform’s summoning couldn’t be abandoned halfway, or it would have to start over, so he had no choice but to persuade, "What are you afraid of? I’ll find you some help!"

With that, he made a hand seal with one hand, waved the Magic Sword with the other, flicked a few Yellow Talismans, and after lighting them up, swept them over the magic platform, "Order to the Nine Yuan True Three Nether Spiritual Lords to command all troops and horses—hurry as the law commands!"

Crackle!

The row of Wandering Soul Vases at the front of the magic platform suddenly opened.

In an instant, a fierce Yin Wind rose around, billowing black smoke pouring out.

In the way of summoning troops and horses, there are Upper, Middle, and Lower Altars.

The Upper Altar is also known as Lu Soldiers, also Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, only those of the Mystical Sect and ancient Magic Veins can command them. They are powerful but require effort to summon, needing reports, rituals, and many high-skilled hosts without missing any.

The Middle Altar mostly consists of Ancestor Soldiers, accumulated by the sects over countless years, usually nurtured by offerings, regularly trained, formidable, and obedient. Disciples, after receiving the spells, gain the right to command them, but need to apply for reporting.

The Lower Altar recruits troops and horses by Taoists and Mages themselves, easy to command but coming from mixed sources and lack of cultivation can result in backlash.

Zhao Facheng had raised some too, but unlike Chen Fagui, his troops were not mixed with Puppetry Technique, only able to attack the Divine Soul.

Yet, these Yin Soldiers were not weak, transforming into Yin Fog and black smoke, visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, Sha Lifei immediately gained confidence, waved his blade, and charged out again, "Yuan Qu, taste a blade from Grandpa Sha!"

His steps were swift, and he imagined winning.

Even someone like Zhou Pan, who had cultivated Force Transformation, was still a blood and flesh body, hard to be invulnerable like a Vajra.

Using the opportunity while Yuan Qu was entangled by the Yin Soldiers, he just needed a swipe with his blade to decapitate him, hence he closely followed those streams of black fog.

Opposite, Yuan Qu didn’t dodge either.

The Divination Child Method, utilizing a mortal body, borrowed the power of ghostly gods for blessing. Yuan Guang to see through, judge fortune and misfortune, search for objects, and protect, offering numerous functions.

Hence, from ancient times, many Mages kept a Divination Child by their side.

But this method also had flaws. Yuan Qu, disturbed by the Yin Evil Qi, had lost his calm state of mind. Seeing the black smoke coming, he roared mightily, neither dodging nor evading, covered his head with his arms, and kept charging forward.

Puff, puff, puff!

With a series of crisp sounds, the black smoke was immediately scattered.

Although these yin souls were not annihilated, they gathered around again, but evidently couldn’t stop Yuan Qu.

Zhao Facheng’s face changed, "Divination Puppet!"

But Yuan Qu wasn’t well off either.

The Divination Child Method required years of practice.

Sometimes maintaining one’s consciousness, sometimes giving the body completely to ghostly gods, it took time to move and retreat freely.

With Yuan Qu originally tainted by Yin Sha, barely maintaining a slight clarity, now after collisions with Yin Soldiers, his mind went black, losing all reason.

His eyes rolled back, filled with blood streaks, veins bulging on his face, looking hideous as he ran like a beast.

With Yin Soldiers scattered ahead, Sha Lifei ran right into it, scared out of his soul, panicked, crouching down hugging his head.

Normally, this behavior was a death wish.

But Yuan Qu’s mind was in chaos, still charging forward.

Bang!

He tripped over Sha Lifei, flailed about, flew out, landing firmly on the magic platform behind, hitting the ground hard in a dog-eating-dirt manner.

"Well done!"

Zhao Facheng saw it, immediately grabbed a fistful of rice offering from the magic platform, quickly chanted, and then blew a breath, scattering it out.

Pow, pow, pow, pow!

A series of explosive sounds like breaking bamboo strips followed.

The white rice grains, falling on Yuan Qu, turned black and exploded.

This method originated from the Five Grains Exorcism Technique.

The five grains are the essence of heaven and earth, used from ancient times for offering to gods, hence many related exorcism techniques exist.

Like commoners using five grains to cleanse the house, drive misfortune, the south uses red beans to ward off evil, glutinous rice to deal with zombies, and even rice witches specializing in divination and exorcism.

Zhao Facheng’s jar of rice was often offered at the Ancestor Master Altar, infused with incense, naturally more powerful.

Yuan Qu, with yin souls attached, felt as if scattered hot coals landed on his back, howling in pain.

Zhao Facheng hadn’t stopped attacking, left hand making seals, right hand grabbing another fistful of Songming Powder, swiftly flicking it toward the candle flame.

Boom!

Flames rolled out, instantly enveloping Yuan Qu.

In excruciating pain, he writhed madly on the ground, trying to put out the flames.

Such was the relationship between Mages and Martial Artists.

With Yuan Qu’s skills, if he got close to Zhao Facheng, he would definitely easily kill him, but relying solely on his body, he couldn’t avoid the Yin Soldiers’ impact, clouding his mind.

Chen Fagui, using the Divination Child Method to empower with yin souls, greatly increased Yuan Qu’s strength, rendering him fearless of Yin Soldier assaults but equally confused his Divine Soul, reducing his martial prowess to a fraction.

His disoriented state lost balance, Zhao Facheng seized the moment to attack.

Behind, Sha Lifei wouldn’t miss the opportunity.

Tripping Yuan Qu, he rolled on the ground, then grabbed the long blade, rushing forward with two hands raised and swinging down.

"Screw you!"

Slash!

The blade flashed, an arm flew off.

Yuan Qu instinctively rolled, dodging the fatal blow but lost an arm.

"Ah—!"

Unable to bear the pain, he instinctively leveraged the situation with the agility of an old ape swinging through branches, his body flipped, executing a beautiful aerial side-kick.

This kick, marred by pain and interference from the yin souls, lacked the force of Hidden Energy but the footwork with a Divination Child possessed was swift enough.

Sha Lifei got kicked in the chest, flew backward, almost toppling the altar.

"Ouch!"

Sha Lifei’s ferocity was roused too. Braving the pain, he rose, intending to continue the fight with his blade.

"Hold on!"

Zhao Facheng hastily blocked him, speaking solemnly, "He used the Divination Child Method, impervious to pain. Going up will mean death."

Sure enough, opposite, Yuan Qu had put out the flames, standing up again, wielding a dagger single-handed, eyes rolled back, veins bulging grotesquely, like an Evil Ghost.

Sha Lifei swallowed hard, "What do we do?"

Zhao Facheng somberly declared, "To break this method, we need child’s urine!"

Sha Lifei was speechless, "Brother Yan isn’t here, what’s the point of..."

Before he finished, he cast a strange look at Zhao Facheng.

Zhao Facheng’s face darkened, "The child’s urine must be from a newborn baby, I have black dog curse blood, which works, but it takes time to prepare."

"You hold him off!"

With that said, he kicked Sha Lifei out.

"You big, black-faced bastard!"

Sha Lifei fumed, but seeing Yuan Qu rushing at him, he rolled like a lazy donkey to dodge, then got up and ran.

Yuan Qu at this moment lacked clarity, filled with hatred towards Sha Lifei who had chopped his arm, pursued tirelessly.

Sha Lifei didn’t excel at fighting but had good escape skills, dodging, side-rolling, zigzagging like a snake, narrowly avoiding attacks time and time again.

On the other side, Zhao Facheng took a skin pouch from the back box, poured black dog blood into a bowl, ignited a Yellow Talisman, made hand seals, threw it into the bowl, and stirred with his finger.

"Cowardly bastard, are you done yet!"

Sha Lifei fled, panicked, towards the magic platform.

"Duck!"

Zhao Facheng shouted furiously, leaping over the magic platform, flinging out black dog blood simultaneously.

Sha Lifei rolled once more on the ground, while Yuan Qu, pursuing from behind, got drenched in black dog blood.

"Ah! Ah!"

This time, the harm was even greater. White smoke emanated from Yuan Qu’s body, frantically scratching his face, the Blood-Colored Talisman on his skin becoming blurred and erratic.

"Still not dead!"

Sha Lifei flipped up to his feet, crouched, rushed forward, his wrist flipping, Guan Mountain Blade in reverse grip, swiping past Yuan Qu.

Slice!

A gash at once appeared on his neck, blood spurted out.

Sha Lifei capitalized on his move, pivoted, delivered a big kick.

Yuan Qu flew out, bashing his head against the altar’s giant stone, skull cracked, dying instantly.

Sha Lifei breathed a sigh of relief, collapsing on the ground.

Meanwhile, Zhao Facheng quickly arranged, casting another spell, his face somewhat gloomy, "Protector, wait for my last order!"

Sha Lifei hastily picked up his blade, glancing at the sky with full worry,

"Oh no, midnight is approaching..."

...

In the dense forest on the mountain, the battle was reaching its end.

Huff~ Huff~

By this time, Zheng Hebei had become a blood gourd.

His whole body covered in sword marks, bleeding non-stop, especially on both arms laden with deep bone-revealing scars.

Concurrently possessed by several yin souls, he had long lost humanity, eyes rolled back, veins bulging grotesquely, fully unleashing his body’s potential.

Yet even so, he was no match for Luo Mingzi.

If he hadn’t instinctively protected his vital points, he would have perished already.

However, Luo Mingzi’s complexion wasn’t fine either.

He didn’t expect these two to be so foolish.

A Martial Artist’s body is precious as gold, especially for those skilled in Hidden Energy, using the Divination Child Method, though it enhances combat power, if not properly nurtured afterward, portends an early death.

That this person could heed Chen Fagui’s ghost talk, allowing several yin souls to possess him, moving rapidly like a specter, rendering him unable to perform exorcism spells.

Although it was only a short while, it still wasted time.

Contemplating, Luo Mingzi’s left hand pulled out a triangular Yellow Talisman, hidden behind his back, storing God in a thought, continued to make several hand seals.

With the change in Gang Qi, Zheng Hebei, attached by yin souls, was immediately on alert.

"Roar!"

With a roar, like an old ape lunging.

Luo Mingzi advanced without retreating, his right hand’s Seven Stars Sword made a false move, then turned his body, smoothly raking downward.

Zheng Hebei’s left leg was chopped off, losing balance, falling forward.

Meanwhile, Luo Mingzi’s left hand had finished making the spell seal, taking advantage of the situation to step aside and hit his back hard.

Bang!

With a loud burst, several yin souls on Zheng Hebei were struck apart.

Additionally, Luo Mingzi used Hidden Energy, making this strike vigorous, accompanied by the sound of bones shattering, practically breaking Zheng Hebei’s spine.

With a thud, Zheng Hebei’s massive body fell to the ground, drawing his last breath.

Luo Mingzi didn’t even glance, directly rushing into the tomb.

But halfway there, his expression changed.

Chen Fagui stood behind the altar, hair disheveled, holding a dagger, carving three pairs of blood marks on his own forehead, resembling three pairs of blood eyes.

Blood flowed, his face twisted grotesquely, muttering incantations, "The altar holds the Netherworld, Great Luo Maiden without hindrance, the western white demon fears Red Triple Ming..."