Chapter 378: Chapter 378

378: Chapter 366: Chang Huijun 378: Chapter 366: Chang Huijun He Sha suddenly became uncontrollable, her fleeting body skillfully turning mid-air.

She fiercely slapped the ground with her palm, wisely choosing not to provoke the terrifying man in the purple robe.

With a flicker, she swiftly distanced herself from Ghost and the Second River.

The fighters around, witnessing this, their weapons faintly glowing with spiritual energy, seemed poised to capture this female ghost.

It wasn’t hard for them to realize the importance of He Sha to Ghost.

Capturing her, would undeniably allow them to easily restrain Ghost.

Before they could make a move, a spear vibrated, unleashing a hurricane-like torrent, sweeping them aside.

The spear cleared a path, and He Sha, sensing this goodwill, didn’t hesitate to hide beside Hongying.

“Hongying!” Ying Xiu’s voice, filled with suppressed anger, rang out.

Hongying, with her spear across, shielded He Sha behind her.

The meandering blood kept flowing from her blindfold, staining her pale yet stubborn lips red.

The pentagram divine rune imprinted by Ying Xiu on her forehead also faintly flickered with blood light.

Defying the master’s word spirit’s power, this body of a heroic spirit would suffer extremely terrifying backlash.

She softly said, “Your Highness, you promised me, to spare her life.”

This woman helped Ghost; they are cut from the same cloth, we cannot let her go!”

To Ying Xiu’s merciless coldness, Hongying merely smiled faintly.

Holding her spear firmly, she did not retreat, and said, “Your Highness knows well that Ghost has committed countless evils, and all beings associated with him receive no mercy, utterly unforgivable.

Yet for Ghost, you imprison but do not kill, still leaving some room.

Don’t you find this contradiction, Your Highness?”

The onlookers’ expressions became quite strange.

Central Netherworld Crown Prince, why couldn’t he fully dominate even his own vassal ghost?

The universally recognized first genius of Deceit Dao, could it be true that “heavy is the head that wears the crown”?

After all, the Three Sons of Heavenly Dao are the contemporary titles given by major cultivators to Taixuan Sect’s Su Jing, Cangwu Palace’s Yin Baishuang, and Central Netherworld Dynasty’s Ying Xiu.

Nevertheless, everyone clearly recognized a fact.

Among the three, from the day of her birth, Yin Baishuang caused a resonance in the Cangwu Ten Hidden Palaces, receiving the destiny chosen by Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan.

In the sixteen years that followed, again receiving the Taixuan Nine Classics, the voice of Karmic Prophecy originated from the west, lingering for a hundred days, becoming the second existence ever chosen by the Immortal Venerable since ancient times.

Whether Yin Baishuang or Su Jing, once they awakened their soul, would be bestowed the Star Crown, ranked among the Golden Immortals, just below the Emperor’s Golden Immortal status.

And indeed, worthy of being chosen by the Immortal Venerable, within just two hundred years, they mastered both Cangwu Moqi Palace and the Taixuan Mystic Bird Classics.

It was even rumored that Yin Baishuang began to cultivate Cangwu Palace’s most sacred cultivation technique “Gushe’s Ten Hidden Skills” a hundred years ago, while Su Jing began the ancient secret technique of Taixuan Sect reserved for the sect master, “Futu Decision,” fifty years ago.

On the other hand, also known as one of the Three Sons of Heavenly Dao, Ying Xiu, having cultivated for over two hundred years, though his realm was the same as the other two, holding the rank of Chengling, he had yet to be nominated by the Immortal Venerable, nor had he triggered the resonance of any of the Thirteen Swords of the Tianxi Sword Souls.

Even his most proud Deceit Skill had now apparently failed to command even his own vassal ghost.

For a moment, the gazes directed at Ying Xiu subtly shifted.

“Are you teaching me how to handle my affairs?” Ying Xiu struggled to suppress the turmoil of rage in his chest, those discreet yet suspicious and wavering eyes feeling like thorns in his back!

“Step aside!” He again exerted the power of word spirits, and saw Hongying’s body tremble slightly, the blindfold beneath her black veil heavily soaked with blood, the blood flowing like a spring, even the pentagram mark on her forehead almost tearing off from her body.

He Sha stepped forward, steadying her trembling shoulders.

The intense pain of backlash didn’t cause much change in Hongying’s tone, she turned her head and softly said, “Go to the jade chariot over there, here, only he can take you home.”

The fingers on her shoulder trembled slightly, He Sha didn’t understand the reason for her kindness.

But she clearly knew, this kindness was one of the few trues in the darkness, her voice hoarse, “You will die.”

Hongying smiled, “If it weren’t for you, everyone here would have already died.”

He Sha didn’t move, but it was Baili An who first lifted the carriage curtain and walked out from the jade chariot.

The man in the purple robe lightly ‘Oh?’ looking down at his severed finger wound, somewhat surprised said, “It’s the Yin Jade of Tianxi?”

Then his tone lightened, half-smiling, “But why isn’t this sacred item of the Central Netherworld from Your Highness’s hand?”

Ying Xiu’s eyelid twitched, his face becoming a panorama of changing expressions, yet the color in his eyes was dark and foreboding, that darkness seemed like it hid boiling fire, turning into a web of blood vessels near his pupils.

He gripped his sword very tightly, staying silent.

That man, who declared himself the Second River, stepped onto Ghost’s skull with immense malice, forcefully grinding it, and lowly commanded, “Obedient disciple, hand over the key to the Bronze Gate, open the gate, don’t you want to see your homeland’s apricot blossom trees once more?”

Ghost’s shattered shoulder fiercely shrugged, from the soil came his spiteful and abhorring continuous voice: “You—have no right to mention my hometown!”

The man chuckled lightly, about to coerce further, to confront maliciously, when Baili An, carrying a Short Flute, suddenly spoke, “Could it be that you are Daoist Sect’s last sect master, Chang Huijun?”

The demonic aura on the skull mask suddenly deepened a bit, the cold mask reflected by a ghostly light, casting a cold and eerie sheen.

He turned his head, those unusually deep black eyes intently gazing at Baili An.

Daoist Sect had been extinct for three thousand years.

And as a righteous young Sword Cultivator from three thousand years ago, Ghost originated from Daoist Sect.

According to the records spoken of by Fang Geyu in the books, Ghost’s mentor was Daoist Sect’s Sect Master Chang Huijun.

Chang Huijun died at East Huai Mountain, at the hands of Baili Hou, historical records stated that he died protecting his young disciple, fighting until exhausted.

But now it seemed, the truth about Ghost’s tragic death wasn’t that simple.

The man’s voice came from beneath the mask again, this time his voice was devoid of any fake laughter, his tone enigmatic, “Mystic Bird, you really are…

[[]]opening one’s eyes.”