Chapter 258: Chapter 50: Ambush the Two-faced Ghost
Passing through the main hall, they arrived at the side hall.
In most Sects, the side hall is an auxiliary building to the main hall.
For instance, while immortals gather in the main hall, disciples wait in the side hall to be summoned.
The group left the main hall and entered the side hall along the corridor, only to see it was empty except for a huge mirror embedded in the wall opposite them.
Everyone revealed a distressed expression almost simultaneously.
It was only natural for the Mirror Lake Divine Palace to be equipped with mirror-related Restrictions, and everyone had anticipated this.
However, the thought of what was to follow still caused them considerable headache.
The moment they stepped into the side hall, an apparition appeared on the mirror.
They saw a creature with faces on either side; its figure was bewitchingly voluptuous, the left face shriveled like a male corpse, the right ethereal like a female ghost. Stepping out of the mirror, it asked with a seductive female voice,
“Brother, is my body still useful to you…”
Before the voice had faded, Wen Yang had already exploded into action, chanting an incantation with urgency,
“Sovereign of Darkness and Demons, Tai Xuan gives birth to water!”
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As soon as he finished speaking, a child-like Nether Ghost appeared at his feet. It was five inches tall, dressed in a black feathered coat, holding a black banner.
The child cackled and waved the black banner, which produced large amounts of ink-black water that surged towards the two-faced ghost.
The two-faced ghost spoke with a resentful tone,
“Why did brother ruin my voice? It’s so hoarse, so unpleasant…”
Pointing its right arm at the black water and uttering some unintelligible Curse Script, the murky water immediately parted on either side, rushing by without touching it.
“Nether Ghost Technique, all at will! It indeed has reached the Golden Core Realm!” On seeing this, Wen Yang’s expression turned grave, and he felt a surge of fear, realizing he couldn’t dispose of the adversary in a short time. He turned back and shouted,
“Daoist Wei! I beseech your aid, I, Wen, will be indebted to you and follow your lead from here on!”
“Wait a moment, keep it occupied,” Wei Dongliu said leisurely with his hands behind his back, “It will take me about ten breaths to summon my Dharma Body.”
Hearing this, Wen Yang almost spat blood: Why didn’t you say that earlier!
Yet, recalling how in the prior incident in the main hall, everyone was thoroughly beaten by the Demon Buddha before Wei Dongliu transformed into the Abi Devil Lord’s Dharma Body and stepped in, he found himself without a word to criticize.
He could only recite the “Grudge Curse Binding Kill,” conjuring countless grey and white ghostly shadows that violently attacked the two-faced ghost. His intent was not to harm but to delay, all the while turning to call out,
“Fellow Daoists, assist me in striking it down! Otherwise, we all face endless troubles!”
Jiang Liyan and the others were experienced Demon Path Cultivators, the kind who could infer thrice the meaning from a single sentence. Naturally, they instantly grasped Wen Yang’s implied message,
The demonic being conjured by the mirror understands our deepest inner fears. Help me conceal the truth and slaughter it, and later when your own fears incarnate, I will naturally aid you to shroud and surround them just the same.
Therefore, everyone took action in unison. Gu Lie stretched out his right hand to produce a Blood-colored Flying Sword, and with peerless agility, he instantly darted to the side of the two-faced ghost, thrusting the sword towards its chest.
At the same time, his left arm also gathered a dark cyan light, which he smashed directly into the two-faced ghost’s chest. A sound akin to thunder and wind reverberated with his punch; it was very much like the “Blood-drinking Fury Noble” used earlier by the Demon Buddha.
The Asura Path’s “Blood-drinking Fury Sovereign” is a Dharma Body that wields immense power in every action.
Today’s Gu Lie had not yet reached the realm of the Demon Buddha, where power is wielded at will with freedom and without hindrance. His thunderous voice was deep but not sharp, and his speed was also a notch slower.
The two-faced ghost, seemingly weightless, suddenly floated backwards gracefully, dodging Gu Lie’s sword and fist attacks, while simultaneously extending a delicate hand to her lips and lightly blowing a breath towards him.
Whoosh~
No sooner had the breath left her mouth than it transformed into a large amount of frost and snow, enveloping the unprepared Gu Lie entirely, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground, his entire body turning a frozen purple-blue.
“Multiriver Cold Technique!” Wen Yang immediately cried out a warning, “Don’t get close to it!”
“How can we fight if we don’t get close?” Long Xiaoqi said coldly, stopping five steps away from the two-faced ghost and launching her Flying Sword towards the opponent.
Her Sword Control Technique was not very sophisticated, but this sword, thrown with the force of her hand, actually had more strength than her Sword Control Technique, nailing the two-faced ghost directly to the wall with the speed of lightning.
However, pierced through the chest, the two-faced ghost seemed unfazed, let out a giggle, and its body suddenly split open, expelling the sword within, then closed back up, leaving no trace of the wound.
“Bonesplitting Expansion Technique!” Wen Yang cried out in alarm once again, “Pure sword strikes are useless against it!”
“What kind of strange techniques have you been practicing!” Jiang Liyan complained, “We can’t fight up close, we can’t use sword control, how are we supposed to fight?”
She manipulated her Asura demons, surrounding the two-faced ghost entirely, only to have two of them frozen dead in a short while, which pained her deeply.
“Hold it off!” Wen Yang was also deeply frustrated.
Multiriver Cold Technique and Bonesplitting Expansion Technique—these were secret techniques that he had practiced for years without success, and now they were being used so slickly by this creature that he was almost green with jealousy.
“Hold off my ass!” A proud voice suddenly came from behind.
The group turned around in surprise and joy, only to see Wei Dongliu had finally converted his True Yuan back into Demon Origin again; his hair and beard turned crimson, his eyes revealed double pupils, and with a casual wave of his arm, the Myriad Demons Evil Spirit Sword shot out, piercing through the chest of the two-faced ghost once more.
Just as the two-faced ghost was about to repeat its escape trick using the Bonesplitting Expansion Technique, it suddenly felt a strange and powerful sucking force from the sword.
After a brief struggle, it let out a mournful cry as its soul was sucked into the sword, and its body lost all signs of life.
“Wow!” Before the crowd could even relax, Jiang the Witch rushed over to Wei Dongliu’s side, grabbing his arm and smiling, “You truly deserve to be called Wei Dao You.”
“Get lost!”
“How did you do it? Wasn’t it said that sword thrusts are ineffective?” Jiang Liyan, undeterred by being pushed away and showing no shame, pressed on with curiosity shining in her eyes, much like Miss Shi when she first met Qiu Changtian, “Could it be the technique of the Abi Devil Lord? Oh, you don’t have to answer, I’m not probing your secrets… I’m just asking casually.”
Wei Dongliu glared coldly, about to withdraw his Demon Origin once more, but Wen Yang gave him a look and Long Xiaoqi immediately grabbed Jiang the Witch from behind, dragging her away forcefully.
What a joke! If Wei Dongliu, annoyed by the interruption, withdrew the Demon Lord Dharma Body again, for them to gather strength for the next challenge… wouldn’t they nearly exhaust themselves with another ten seconds of desperate struggle?
As the Multiriver Cold Technique dissipated, Gu Lie’s frozen body slowly started to revive as well.
Trembling, he took an Elixir from within his robes and swallowed it; his complexion immediately brightened visibly.
Looking at Wen Yang and Wei Dongliu, Wen Yang was earnestly expressing his gratitude at the moment, while the latter kept his arms crossed and remained silent, obviously too lazy to engage.
Jiang the Witch, on the other hand, was thrashing about, trying to break free from Long Xiaoqi’s hold to get close and interact with Wei Dongliu.