The King of Curses

Chapter 214 I'll Go to the Mountain

"… and yourself."

The apprentice smiled happily.

"Of course, if I encounter someone I can't defeat, I will run away immediately."

……

After separating from his teammates, Cen Dongsheng walked out of the alley alone.

What came towards me were several hideous faces. The illusory ghost bodies emitted flickering ghost fire, and still retained the hideous appearance before death.

They opened their arms, with flames of resentment burning in their pupils, trying to take the man's life, but their heads were easily crushed by the man's outstretched hands.

He walked towards the center of the village, stepping on the remains of the wandering souls that had turned to ashes.

In the houses nearby, pairs of dark green pupils were reflected on the glass windows, full of resentment and greed, staring at the same person.

Cen Dongsheng felt as if he was being watched by thousands of pairs of eyes, facing head-on the malice that was surging like a tide.

Countless densely packed pupils, like fireflies, burned from one end of the village road to the other, with no end in sight.

Compared with humans, ghosts do not need a reasonable living space. A mansion can accommodate dozens or hundreds of them, so a village or a mountain is more than enough to accommodate the number of "hundreds of thousands".

But the problem is that the activities of ghosts need the support of Yin Qi, which is why ghosts below the fierce level often choose to live in haunted houses; even if they do not have the conditions to live in a spiritual space, they must at least find a place with heavy Yin energy.

Before today, most of the members of the ghost army that Jiang Qi had accumulated over a hundred years were in a dormant state.

If this is not done, the entire haunted house will collapse due to the indiscriminate extraction of the huge number of ghosts inside.

But perhaps because he was angered by Cen Dongsheng and others, the owner of this haunted house seemed determined to overwhelm this group of foreign curse masters with numbers.

The man raised his head, looking at the overcast sky, watching the dust-like substance falling, proving the instability of this space.

From this perspective, he might be able to choose to avoid the fight and wait until the haunted house to die... However, doing so would not help attract the attention of his teammates, nor would it be in line with his wishes.

"One hundred thousand... is not a small amount."

Cen Dongsheng murmured, but his heart was full of fighting spirit and the blood in his body gradually began to boil.

He likes to challenge strong enemies, but he also doesn't mind bullying weak ones.

"Quantity" without quality is meaningless to him. Even if he has thousands of troops, they are no match for him.

With a body as strong as iron, he had the stamina to fight for days and nights without collapsing, and the strength to destroy his opponent with every punch. He was truly a perfect warrior on the battlefield.

This is far from enough to describe him now.

Just a few days ago, Cen Dongsheng reached the realm of supernatural power and learned "tricks" that were as powerful as those of the earthly immortals of the same level.

"I want to try this move again to see how effective it is."

……

In the distance, an army of undead with ghost lights burning on them came from all directions. They passed through the barriers of walls and trees, and rushed forward at the same time after finding their target.

Hundreds and thousands of ghosts gathered together, like surging waves on the sea.

Their target was Cen Dongsheng. The man jumped up without hesitation, soared into the sky like a rocket, and looked down at the scene from above.

The advantage of air-to-ground is obvious. But the army of the undead is not just ordinary ghosts, there are also several more powerful ghosts among them.

They changed their appearances. Some grew two strange bird wings covered with jet-black feathers from their backs and flew towards Cen Dongsheng in the sky. Others knelt on the ground, their bodies swelled and grew, transforming into giant skeletons that were more than ten stories tall, roaring and pinching him with open palms.

"This group of ghosts... seem to be the people who were visiting the Jiang family's ancestral home just now."

They are all evil spirits; in other words, each leader is as powerful as his past self.

These leaders are hiding among the ghost army, and their number is at least thirty or more.

Considering his experience as the operations commissioner of the Governing Bureau in the first half of his life, this was the biggest scene Cen Dongsheng had ever seen.

“It’s not easy to accumulate this amount.”

but……

The corners of Cen Dongsheng's mouth were grinning, but they were rising uncontrollably.

"Just in time."

He did not dodge or evade, and punched the flying bird-winged ghost in the face. The other party howled miserably and fell to the ground while spinning. At the same time, Cen Dongsheng himself was grabbed by the skeleton's palm. The giant roared and exerted force, but the pair of eyes burning with dark green flames soon revealed confusion. He felt that he was holding a piece of diamond rock in his hand...

"drink!"

Cen Dongsheng's whole body of true energy surged, and he easily broke free from the restraints. With a flying kick, he kicked the giant to the ground on his back, and then rose up again. During this process, the man clenched his fists.

The fierce gale gathered from all directions and was firmly grasped in his palm. The circulation of the true Qi in his body accelerated and all of it was integrated into one arm.
Then, his wind control ability dissipated uncontrollably, and his body fell headfirst. He adjusted his posture and punched the ground fiercely.

"Tiger roars!"

The shadow of a mythical beast with wings on its back fell to the ground.

The huge shock wave immediately blew away hundreds of ghosts, like a blooming lotus. The houses below collapsed one after another, the roads were broken, and the ground continued to sink... Smoke and dust rose, and the surging white air waves swallowed up all the ghosts and spread towards the distance.

"what!"

Cen Dongsheng fell to the ground, and this time he stood firm.

Looking ahead, the village was completely emptied, with only half of the ruins left. The man was quite satisfied with the result.
He glanced at his arms, which were hot as if they had been roasted in a charcoal stove, emitting white steam, and the exposed strong muscles were golden red.

Cen Dongsheng shook himself slightly and found that he could still move, so he felt relieved.

His self-healing speed and physical strength are now extremely amazing. This is only his second attempt, and he has begun to adapt to this powerful force.

As this overload tactic is used repeatedly, the man's body's "load" limit will naturally increase until he can do whatever he wants.

"It can continue."

Cen Dongsheng once again staggered into the sky.

"It's unrealistic to catch all the ghosts one by one...then let's just sink the entire Jiangtun Village into the ground."

……

"boom!"

"boom!"

After flying into the sky, Cen Dongsheng let go and made a big fuss, using the "Tiger Roar" repeatedly without any scruples.

When one arm became too tired to move, he would switch to the other arm until it healed itself. By using this method continuously, he was able to create the momentum of a large-scale bombing by an air force by himself.

Bombs fell from great heights one after another, creating shock waves wherever they went. No matter whether the ghosts on the ground gathered or fled, they could not escape the impact of this move.

Under the night sky, huge tiger shadows roared continuously, and the entire town was flattened at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only a blank space; then it slowly sank... Jiang Qi's army of ghosts accumulated over a hundred years would soon disappear in the face of the power of one person.

……

Inside the palace, cracks appeared on the bluestone brick floor, the carved and painted roof, and even on the coiled dragon pillars. It was not until Jiang Qi on the throne took action that strong Yin Qi emanated from the owner's sleeves and the replenished space became temporarily stable.

"The power of the 'haunted house' is weakening..."

There were flames dancing in the ghost Jiang Qi's pupils.

This was what he expected.

The result of Jiang Qi completely letting go and awakening all the sleeping ghosts was that the spiritual space he had painstakingly built for a hundred years was slowly collapsing at an irreversible momentum.

But it turned out that it didn't matter, as this was part of Jiang Qi's plan.

If it wants to "resurrect" from the coffin, it must rely on the hands of living people in the world. Once it makes any big moves, it will definitely be targeted by the curse-masters who maintain human order.

Therefore, Jiang Qi had long considered the possibility of this base being invaded by the curse masters, and these 100,000 ghosts are the guards of the throne and can be used on the battlefield.

According to Jiang Qi's estimation of the "resurrection" process, it will soon be able to reach a higher level - that is, it will no longer need a haunted house and will have the power to roam the world of the living with a ghost body.

"Just a little bit, just a little bit...! Why did you come to me at this time..."

Jiang Qi tightly grasped the armrest of the throne, his expression gloomy.

The reason why it let those curse masters go was actually to hope that they would spread the news. Hearing the number of "100,000", the government officials would be moved and pay attention, which would confuse its true purpose and buy it time.

Once its strength increases greatly, it won't matter even if the government sends support and encirclement and suppression; even if it is still no match for the time being, the worst that can happen is that it will abandon the haunted house, take away its subordinates, wait for the opportunity, and make a comeback.

During this time, the ghost Jiang Qi used his connections with his family's descendants to develop a network of relationships in the world of the living.

Although they are all cunning and despicable sorcerers, there is one good thing about this group of people, which is that they understand that strength is respected and the winner is king.

After it is resurrected, it will be strong enough to subdue this group of people and form a force that spans the Yin and Yang worlds, including both humans and ghosts...

Although the ghost Jiang Qi is not as ambitious as he was when he was alive, he also has plans after realizing his obsession.

Unexpectedly, the man did not play by the rules. Not only did he not plan to escape, he also planned to stay here and destroy it with the strength of only three people.

As far as the number "one hundred thousand" is concerned, Jiang Qi has not lied at all... Does the other party really have the confidence to wipe out this number of ghosts?

"I hope this man is as strong as he claims. Kill more of him, and delay the collapse of this place..."

The so-called ghost army is actually cannon fodder. After Jiang Qi realized that there was a problem with the balance of yin and yang between heaven and earth in his early years, he accumulated them and hid them in the haunted house for emergency use. It would not be a pity to abandon them, and it is just the right way to use them to test the opponent's strength.

When Jiang Qi thought of this, he suddenly felt the throne beneath him shaking violently; then, the entire palace began to shake.

Inside the "supernatural space"... an earthquake is occurring.

"……what?"

One of Jiang Qi's pupils turned pitch black, and with the help of his subordinates, he saw the situation on the battlefield:
The village was filled with smoke and dust, with only a few huge fist marks left on the ground, surrounded by crisscrossing cracks; the surface sank several meters, and holes of varying sizes collapsed.

Like the fist of a god falling from the sky, the finger marks are deeply imprinted on the surface of the earth, and their outlines are clearly visible.

The ghost army was originally large in number, but they all collapsed in the face of a blow that was completely out of their league, and fled in all directions driven by instinct.

"What kind of trick is this? Can a curse master from the outside world reach this level?"

This revival of spiritual energy...how long has it been?

The ghost Jiang Qi soon saw the only "living person"——

The man standing in the middle of one of the fist-mark wreckages was unharmed, smiling freely. As if he had noticed the observation of the owner of the haunted house, the curse master slowly extended a finger and pointed it straight into the sky.

He said, "I'm coming to you now."

At this moment, Jiang Qi understood the other party's intention: this curse master wanted to destroy his entire ghost army in an open and aboveboard manner, and then attack the palace where it was currently located head-on.

"He's the only one left. The other two women are probably going to look for my 'real body'. Yes, they have a good brain, and their strength is indeed... not to be underestimated."

The ghost Jiang Qi slowly stood up from the throne.

"I didn't expect an enemy of this level to show up so soon. Humph... I'll let you see what it's like."

……

On the other side, Song Yutang and Jiang Yunmei climbed up the living Black Mountain.

Apart from the slight trembling of the rocks under their feet, indicating that the mountain below was indeed "alive", there was no other reaction; when they approached, the mountain did not obstruct them, perhaps because it did not notice or did not mind.

They kept an eye on the sky above and walked carefully over the sleeping giant.

At this time, an astonishing roar came from the feet of the "giant". They turned their heads and found that a large amount of smoke and dust was coming out of the ground below the mountain. The continuously bursting shock waves flattened the entire Jiangtun Village.

"Teacher Cen is getting serious now."

"I know, but that's... I've never seen that before."

Song Yutang was amazed. Even at this distance, he could see it clearly, which showed its destructive power.

"That's a new trick that Teacher Cen figured out last time. It's extremely effective against large groups of enemies."

Jiang Yunmei said with a smile.

"That's why I told you long ago, don't worry about him, just think about us...ah, Yutang, look up."

The girls looked up and saw the extremely dim skylight and a large number of protrusions growing out of the rock wall.

——Those are not rocks, but coffins.

Countless overlapping coffins formed an entire tall mountain, blocking the sky above their heads.

"…'Hide the trees in the forest', is this the idea that Jiang Qi came up with?"

"Maybe there are other intentions, but it's none of our business."

Song Yutang looked at Jiang Yunmei.

"You just said that where is the place where you can use your 'clairaudience' to cover the entire mountain?"

“The highest point.”

"I'll take you there right now."

Flames burned in Song Yutang's pupils, and her hair fluttered in the crackling light of electricity.

"I'll carry you."

(End of this chapter)