Mahayana 121
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Chapter 121: Forcing a Passage Through the Wraithwood Village – Peak Level Golden Core Realm's Ghost King
TL : Cnine
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Part 1
At this moment, Xiao Yifeng no longer had the Golden Core talismans Su Miaoqing had given him. He could only forcibly cast those powerful but slow-to-use techniques. As a result, he stayed close to Mo Shuiyao, providing support and covering her flank.
Naturally, this caused Mo Shuiyao some irritation. She cursed inwardly that this fellow still had the nerve to hold back at a moment like this, though she had no attention to spare for him. More than a dozen ghostly entities burst forth from the village, their auras surging as they rushed towards them.
Mo Shuiyao formed a series of hand seals. While controlling two magic artefacts in simultaneous attack, she still had the capacity to cast spells.
Her movements were like a dance. As she moved, countless petals flew out from behind her, carrying an intoxicating fragrance as they drifted towards the ghosts.
These petals appeared harmless, light and fragile, seemingly devoid of any killing power. Yet the moment a ghost made contact with one, it was corroded away.
More and more petals poured out behind Mo Shuiyao, gradually surrounding her and forming a sea of flowers.
It swayed with her movements, ribbons of flowers curling and flowing at her side. Within this blooming storm, her dagger and moonblade glided unseen, striking from nowhere. Each silent flash erased yet another powerful wraith from existence.
She showed absolutely no fear of being surrounded. No matter how many ghosts rushed in, they were swept straight into her sea of flowers and dissolved into nothing. The stronger ones barely fared better, swiftly singled out and erased by her moon blade and short dagger lurking within the blossoms.
Mo Shuiyao danced through the sky, her movements elegant and mesmerising, carrying the boundless floral sea with her as she advanced steadily towards the ghost village. It was less a charge and more a beautifully choreographed disaster.
Watching this, Xiao Yifeng could only sigh in awe and quiet terror. What an absurdly powerful existence. Offence and defence woven into one seamless whole. Wide-area annihilation backed up by merciless single-target execution. Not a single weak point to be found.
Was she a legendary six-sided warrior?
He knew very well that if he kept putting in effort only for appearances’ sake, Mo Shuiyao would soon grow suspicious. Once these Wraithwood were dealt with, she might decide that one more soul needed sending off.
Thus, he no longer hesitated. Holding Luo Hong in his hand, he muttered incantations as he flew through the air. Fierce winds began to coil around him as he unleashed a wind-element spell that he rarely used.
This place was bitterly cold, permeated with yin energy and natural winds, making it the ideal environment for high-speed wind spells. Under his magic, these winds transformed into powerful hurricanes.
Guided by Luo Hong in his hand and carrying him within, dozens of terrifying wind tornadoes swept towards the village.
Xiao Yifeng concealed himself within one of the tornadoes, five or six tornadoes coiling tightly around him.
Any ghost that came close was dragged into the frigid winds, torn apart, and reduced to pure陰 energy, which in turn further strengthened the wind tornadoes.
Seeing this, Mo Shuiyao’s expression finally eased somewhat. The two of them advanced one before the other through the ghost village. Wherever her petals danced, Xiao Yifeng’s whirlwinds followed close behind.
Before long, a terrifying shriek rang out from the centre of the village. A dreadful ghost at the peak of the Golden Core realm, accompanied by two late–Golden Core ghosts, let out a piercing scream and flew towards them. Several mid–Golden Core realm ghosts followed in its wake.
The most powerful among them was, of course, the peak stge of Golden Core realm Ghost King. Its face was bluish-green with protruding fangs, grotesque beyond measure, and thick black miasma billowed from its body.
In its hand, the Ghost King wielded an enormous greatsword, unmistakably a low-grade immortal artefact, wrapped tightly in swirling ghostly energy.
The other Golden Core realm ghosts from the villages in the vicinity were joing in chasing after two people.
Clenching her teeth, Mo Shuiyao took the lead and charged directly at the Ghost King and the other elite ghosts.
Xiao Yifeng finally stopped holding back. He knew full well that the Golden Core realm ghosts were the real challenge. With a sweep of his arms, he released the tornadoes around him, letting them scatter and tear through the lesser ghosts across the village.
Luo Hong flashed in his hand. In the next instant, five or six identical figures appeared beside him. Each clone wielded an immortal sword as they surged towards the weaker Golden Core realm ghosts, cutting through the air like streaks of light.
The battlefield erupted. Mo Shuiyao stood alone against eight formidable ghosts, petals and blades dancing in deadly harmony. Xiao Yifeng, on the other hand, claimed the remaining ten Golden Core realm enemies, his clones moving with ruthless efficiency.
They dared to fight so arrogantly for a reason. These ghosts were unable to use the techniques they had mastered in life. Their minds were rigid, their reactions slow. They could not be treated as true Golden Core realm cultivators. Had they faced genuine Golden Core experts, the two would have fled without a second thought.
On top of that, both of them were cultivators who had established their foundations through Heavenly Way Foundation Estabilishment, and Mo Shuiyao possessed a first-grade Golden Core. Facing such lifeless beings, fear was never an option.
Mo Shuiyao exchanged blows evenly with the Ghost King and seven elite ghosts, holding her ground with ease. She even had the leisure to keep an eye on Xiao Yifeng’s situation.
There, Xiao Yifeng had split into multiple figures, locked in a fierce struggle with ten Golden Core realm ghosts. His clones moved like phantoms, appearing and vanishing without warning, their speed almost impossible to track.
His true body was concealed among them, striking whenever an opening appeared. Each blow landed with frightening speed, forcing the ghosts to wail in agony and proving that his strength was anything but lacking.
Yet no matter how hard Mo Shuiyao racked her brain, she never realised that among them was actually a clone formed by the Sword Spirit of the Immortal-Slayer Sword. Due to its innate suppressive nature, it appeared even more like the real Xiao Yifeng than Xiao Yifeng himself.
In any case, the ghostly aura here was dense, and Xiao Yifeng was not worried about Mo Shuiyao discovering the strange nature of his own power.
Soon, Mo Shuiyao no longer had the leisure to pay attention to Xiao Yifeng’s side. Seeing that it could not gain the upper hand after prolonged fighting, the Ghost King let out an enraged roar.
It let out a furious roar and spat forth a jet-black orb streaked with vile blood. The orb smashed towards Mo Shuiyao with overwhelming force. With no time to evade, she could only draw her Moon Blade before her to block it.
She stopped the blow, but the price was steep. Her dance faltered, her rhythm shattered. The black orb continued to streak through the air, pressing its assault. Forced into constant defence, Mo Shuiyao’s spells were disrupted. The vast sea of flowers dissolved into nothingness.
Taking advantage of the opening, the Ghost King let out a furious roar and landed directly in front of Mo Shuiyao. Together with the remaining ghosts, a total of eight powerful ghosts descended, each occupying a different position around her.
The eight ghosts opened their mouths, spitting out jet-black inner cores. Their auras intertwined and resonated, forming a formation that snapped shut around Mo Shuiyao.
Within the array, ghostly energy surged violently. Countless winds and foul miasma gathered as a colossal evil ghost began to take shape, radiating an aura that clearly exceeded the Golden Core realm.
The pressure on Mo Shuiyao was overwhelming. Her protective treasure light was corroded by the foul energy, while the formation itself suppressed her strength. Fresh wounds quickly appeared across her body.
Trapped within the array and unable to break free, Mo Shuiyao realised she had underestimated her enemies. She had never expected these ghosts to be capable of deploying a formation.
Even so, she remained composed, responding with measured precision, clearly still holding something in reserve. She cast a glance towards Xiao Yifeng and called out sharply, “Fellow daoist Wu Chen, what are you waiting for? If you do not use your full strength now, neither of us will leave this place!”
A flicker of unease rose in her heart. What if Xiao Yifeng chose to use her as bait, slipping away while the ghosts swarmed her?
It would hardly be unprecedented. He had done it before. At Meng Po’s place, he had sacrificed the group without a second thought.
Xiao Yifeng, for his part, was genuinely hesitating. The fact that these ghosts could cooperate and form an array had completely blindsided him.
The most dangerous presence, the Ghost King at the peak of the Golden Core realm, was tied up with Mo Shuiyao. Using her to draw all the pressure while he fled was a viable option. But doing so would almost guarantee that he would never break free from this cursed ghost trap.
Around him, the ghosts began to howl and shuffle into place, clearly eager to copy the same trick. Time was slipping away. Xiao Yifeng’s thoughts raced, his options collapsing one by one, until at last, he clenched his teeth and made a decisive choice.
With Zhan Xian's providing cover, Xiao Yifeng gripped his sword in one hand, two fingers poised calmly along the blade’s centre. In an instant, furious winds between heaven and earth converged upon him, spiralling into a protective wind-escape.
Zhan Xian transformed into Xiao Yifeng’s clone and guarded his side, appearing and vanishing unpredictably, with astonishing lethality. It looked even more like the true Xiao Yifeng than Xiao Yifeng himself.