Chapter 379: Chapter 379
379: Chapter 367: Four White Bones 379: Chapter 367: Four White Bones “Is that so?” Baili An summoned the Glazed Umbrella with one hand, the surface of the umbrella opened, a stream of Spiritual Power seeped out, collecting Hongying and He Sha entirely within the umbrella.
His gaze was cool, his words indifferent, “Relying on this part of your split Divine Thought body, your mission today, I’m afraid, is doomed to fail.”
“What are you doing?!” Ying Xiu demanded sharply.
Baili An did not heed his question, his gaze fixed steadily on the man in the purple robe.
The mysterious eyes of the man in purple quickly scanned the Short Flute in Baili An’s hand and then chuckled, “So it is, there is actually a second piece of Yin Jade hidden in this world.
The Yin Jade possesses the ability to capture ghosts and search souls, presumably, you used this jade to capture some of his memories during the fight with my foolish disciple, interesting, interesting…
With this, I really can’t allow you to leave.”
After saying this, he glanced meaningfully at Meng Zifei, then let out a long sigh, shaking his head.
Meng Zifei’s expression tightened, gone was his usual composure and gentleness.
Baili An glanced at Meng Zifei impassively, as if he had understood something, and soon turned back his gaze, calmly saying, “I think it’s best to keep your split Divine Thought here first, and slowly interrogate you.”
Although most people at the scene were dissatisfied with Baili An’s recent action to save He Sha,
Now that even the second river of the Demon Sect had revealed itself on Ghost Mountain, the people of the Demon Sect were no different from the common target of the righteous path in the Mortal World; even though they had different intentions, they had to band together temporarily, turning their spears towards the second river.
The name of the six rivers of the Demon World was no doubt one of the most terrifying nightmares over the past few thousand years.
“What a boast, I’d like to see how you plan to keep me here,” the man in purple said calmly, without getting angry.
His wide purple robe rustled and trembled, shaking out four ghastly white bones from beneath his feet.
Those bones seemed to be some special kind of Magical Artifacts, carved with several shallow lines.
The white bones were thrust into the ground, forming a formation in four directions, and suddenly, a green barrier rose from the ground, isolating everyone outside.
Baili An stared at the white bones on the ground, touched the Short Flute, and remained silent.
The man in purple noticed his gaze and smiled, pointing to the white bones on the ground, “The owner of this thing should be considered half an acquaintance of yours, called…
He scratched his head, seeming somewhat troubled.
Baili An withdrew his gaze from the white bones and indifferently said, “Qi Yang.”
The second river clapped his hands and laughed, “That’s the name, this fellow had low cultivation, but his desire to survive is truly admirable.
Losing both legs, under severe blood loss, he still could crawl back home.
This vine-like desire to survive, in desperate situations, would cling to anything that could grant him sustenance to continue living, whether water or blood, and he would tenaciously wrap around it.”
As his voice fell, the lines on the four white bones lit up, and from those lines, grew numerous vine-like threads as thin as spider silk, densely laden with the fresh blood of Ghost, burrowing into his wounds.
“Ah!!!” Ghost screamed in agony, as all of his Yin Power was being wildly drawn and absorbed by those four white bones.
The expressions of the people present turned very grim, as they had never seen such bizarre and cruel methods.
The people of the Demon Sect were indeed monstrously evil.
Baili An played the flute, yet discovered that the bone formation in all four directions did not budge an inch, impervious to breaking.
And Ying Xiu, too, led the crowd, using various techniques attempting to break the formation and enter.
In an instant, Magical Treasures and Spiritual Artifacts glimmered with spirit light, Taoist Techniques and secret techniques appeared in abundance, yet those four white bones like four unyielding mountains, stood sturdily in the midst of the earth, unshaken.
“Pitiful, oh how pitiful…” the second river crouched down, stroking Ghost’s skull affectionately.
The cold, skeletal mask emanated a chilly Demonic Qi, he slowly said, “You are my most cherished disciple, why are you so incompetent?”
Ghost raised his head, his body wrapped in those terrifying tendrils.
His eyes, fierce with rage, resentment, and deep sorrow…
all these negative emotions shrouded over his blood-red eyes.
He looked as if he wanted nothing more than to feast on his blood, savor his bones, “If turning me into what I am now is Chang Huijun’s way of cherishing his disciple, I’d rather not have it!”
The second river sighed, “I don’t have the time to reminisce with you, opening the door to the three realms is your only way of survival.”
“You think I’m a fool!” Ghost chuckled lowly, “You Demon Clans already found a suitable candidate for the fourth river, you’ve already given up on me, it’s only because I carry pieces of the key to open the gate that you’ve kept me until now.
Without truly opening the three realms, allowing you to save the Demon Lord, where in this vast world would there be a place for me?”
He endured the pain of the draining Yin source, his smile unrestrained, “Chang Hui, do you really think I’m still the foolish kid you deceived back then?
Only I can open the gate, you dare not kill me, as long as I do not open the door to the three realms, you will keep me for one more day.
My life as Ghost is so precious, the great Demon Lord, whom you all serve with pride, his life and death are entirely in my hands!
You want me to work for you?
Kneel down and beg me!
Kowtow, lick my shoes, and I might help you!!”
Listening to Ghost’s mad ranting, even Baili An was taken aback.
The purpose of the Demon Clan’s action this time; could it be for the Demon Clan’s monarch?!
And that Demon Lord is actually sealed within the three realms of Ghost Mountain.
Then what’s the deal with the new ruler of the Demon World?
Ghost’s words had truly exposed too many secrets of the Demon Clan; the second river fell silent, his hand that stroked Ghost’s skull pressed down hard, with a crack, twisting his head into a horrific shape, with the top facing down and the chin facing up.
Ghost’s neck contorted like a pretzel, the joints grotesquely bulging, creating a hair-raising sight.
Ghost was not yet dead, agony made his eyeballs bulge with a layer of blood, blood frothed continuously from his mouth, only able to emit broken and hoarse ‘err…
err’ sounds, his appearance extremely pitiable.
That metal skeletal mask seemed to fuse the second river’s expressions—cold, wooden, and merciless—yet the movements of his hands were tender and loving.
He wiped away the frothing blood at the corner of Ghost’s mouth, sighing, “Learning respect and proper conduct is tough, but as your teacher, I must make you suffer the consequences.
However, if you open the gate, your teacher won’t hold so much against you.”
His tone remained as leisurely as before, yet Baili An heard the hidden frenzy and impatience in his voice, as if in the next instant, he would do something terribly frightening.
He slowly leaned down, whispering low into the twisted ear of Ghost’s head, “If you don’t obey, then your master will simply have to take away everything from you once more, Feng Qing…”
That call of Feng Qing truly sounded profoundly affectionate, filled with tender love, yet it made Ghost’s face contort in utter horror.
“Ghost.” Just then, Baili An suddenly spoke up, the Glazed Umbrella poised in his hand, within the sheer surface were two graceful red shadows.
His voice was exceptionally clear, as if it possessed the power to pierce through the heart, “You have lost everything, your body destroyed, your life extinguished, and with the umbrella in my hand, how could he snatch it from you?”