Minglong

Chapter 155 You're Even More Inhuman Than Second Master

Mu Yunhong kept her consciousness sealed and did not wake up until she returned to the inn.

Xie Jinhuan leaned against the edge of the bathtub, activating her icy energy to help release her internal heat. Since she was wearing a dress and there wasn't much to see, she listened to the sounds outside the window.

An hour or so had passed, and the celestial officials from the capital and even experts from all over the country had basically arrived in Yunling County. The streets were filled with the sounds of horses and soldiers running, people were flying over rooftops from time to time, and discussions could be heard outside.
"That great demon seems to be the Imperial Father-in-Law He, this is simply..."

"I heard that he was old and greedy for life, so he colluded with the Underworld Cult to deceive his superiors and secretly harm people to prolong their lives..."

"More than a thousand people have died today alone; even executing nine generations of their families wouldn't be enough..."

"The current emperor is considered an enlightened ruler, but he has been terribly wronged this time. The Taoist sect will probably suffer as well, having made such a huge mess of things..."

……

Xie Jinhuan had met He Guozhang at the Linde Hall, but because he had concealed himself well enough with secret methods, no one noticed anything unusual at the time.

It was no easy feat to uncover the mastermind behind this, starting from when he first woke up and went to Danyang to find Yang Dabiao, where he encountered three bandits.

However, this is definitely not the truth. The Underworld Cult has set up such a grand scheme, with insiders in the Prince's Palace, various government offices in the capital, and even infiltrating the Emperor's father-in-law. In the end, it's just an old man practicing demonic arts to save his own life. Isn't that a joke?

But if the official characterization of this matter is to be closed at the level of Grandfather He, he certainly can't investigate further. After all, with his current level of expertise, if he were to uncover something that could shake the fate of the Great Qian Dynasty, the court would most likely have to reluctantly deal with him, the one who raised the issue.

With the matter of the Blood Demon Pill settled, the next step is to go back and watch Immortal Zisu refine pills.

Perhaps we should investigate the ghost wife's background. If she's a good wife, with his current achievements, he could basically indulge in pleasure and revelry to his heart's content. But if even Fan Li doesn't know, then it's probably uncertain for others as well...

As I pondered this in silence, the self-protective mechanisms of my body, which had been weakened by the fierce battle, began to ache in my arms, shoulders, and back. It felt as if tens of thousands of needles were pricking my flesh; it wasn't very painful, but it was somewhat uncomfortable.

Xie Jinhuan frowned, raised his arm to look at it, took the liniment he had prepared in advance from beside the bath tub, poured it into his palm with one hand, and then rubbed it on his shoulder.

Tap tap~
They had barely finished their work when they heard a commotion behind them.

wow~
Nangong Ye was completely submerged in the water, his eyes seemingly closed like unyielding ice, but in reality he was pretending to be unconscious to avoid the embarrassment of Xie Jinhuan bringing up the matter of grabbing the dragon tendon earlier.

When she realized that Xie Jinhuan was holding her up with one hand while giving her breathing exercises, and applying medicine to her with the other, she couldn't hold it in any longer and surfaced, letting out a long breath as if she had just woken up:

"Phew... Thanks. Does your shoulder hurt a lot?"

Although Xie Jinhuan was badly scratched by the Poison Hand Sword Maiden, he had also spent half a day scratching her on the way, so they were even and didn't bring it up again.
"I'm alright. How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine too."

Nangong Ye said this, but he was actually very worried.

Every time she gets angry, the Burning Immortal Gu will invade part of her Qi channels. Today, she went all out and reached the limit of her body's endurance. Even with the help of the Soft Girl Powder, she dared not attack again. It would probably flare up every day at noon when the sun is at its strongest, getting more and more intense until she suddenly died...

The chilling aura emanating from Xie Jinhuan seemed capable of neutralizing the yang poison...

Once the bond is broken, she will be free from anyone's control, and she can manipulate the vixen who caused her this tragedy at will...

Therefore, we still need Xie Jinhuan's help...

Wow~
Nangong Ye rolled out of the bathtub. With a slight tremor, her soaked black dress misted out, returning to about 70-80% dry. She took the medicine and treated Xie Jinhuan's shoulder, asking with a puzzled look:
Why do you possess a chilling aura similar to that of the Crescent Moon Manor?

"Hmm... I used 'Reverse Dragon Dividing the Sea' to dismantle it. I initially wanted to give it to you as an antidote, but it's not easy to give you this thing."

The Yin energy, within the scope of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements, can theoretically be differentiated from the energy produced by pouring a candle upside down, but purifying and filtering it to such a pure level is extremely time-consuming and laborious.

Nangong Ye had already realized that the Yin-cold energy was locked inside his body. To succeed, he couldn't just use Qi to pull it out; he had to make Xie Jinhuan actively force out the Yin-cold energy, and he had to absorb it as soon as possible. Otherwise, the Yang energy would continue to grow and would soon erase the Yin-cold energy.

wrong……

Judging from Xie Jinhuan's situation, as long as Xie Jinhuan can expel the Yin Cold Qi, she can use it; it's not necessary to cross the line...

Even if Xie Jinhuan forced out the yin energy, she would still have to wait in front of her, otherwise the yin energy would quickly dissipate due to the influence of the supreme yang winds of heaven and earth...

What kind of nonsense is this...

Nangong Ye felt that the witch's methods were truly harmful, so he didn't say much. He just frowned slightly and carefully wiped his shoulders, back and arms with medicine, looking like an icy old woman helping her little apprentice take a bath.

Xie Jinhuan always felt that Bing Tuozi had too strong an aura, as if he were treating him like a little kid. However, the feeling of a little guy pulling a big cart was quite amusing, and he pursed his lips and whistled:

"Duwuwu~..."

The whistling wasn't vulgar; its rhythm was light and gentle, adding a touch of warmth to the otherwise silent atmosphere, reminiscent of a young couple working the fields and weaving.

When Nangong Ye saw that this kid was flirting with her again, she paused, her slightly upturned phoenix eyes looking very serious.

Xie Jinhuan paused in his whistling:
"It's just boredom, don't misunderstand. As the saying goes, if your heart is not upright, you will see everyone else as crooked. Miss Mu, don't be so suspicious."

Nangong Ye understood this principle, but how could a man and a woman playing "Butterfly Lovers" alone at night have the right intentions?

"If you're bored, practice your skills."

"It's alright, I can practice while I play. That's how I learned my craft. I practiced calligraphy while playing music, and I also did horse stance training at the same time..."

"?"

Nangong Ye frowned: "With you multitasking like this, how can you possibly achieve anything?"

"No, so I'm not good at anything, but I'm just good enough."

Xie Jinhuan chuckled and continued to amuse himself:

"Dudu woo~ Dudu woo..." Nangong Ye was speechless and could only listen to the music while carefully treating his injuries...
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Weizhou, Sanchagang.

The dense forest blocked out the sun, and there was no one for miles around.

In the woods, He Can, wearing a straw hat, skewered a snake on a stick and placed it over the campfire to smoke. He looked southeast and asked:

"I feel a chill down my spine, just like back in Huaijiang Bay, where the young master was slaughtered and turned into an orphan in the blink of an eye..."

Zhang Chu sat opposite him, a sword at his waist and a wine pouch in his hand.

"You're sitting upwind, how can you not feel a chill down your back? All that smoke is blowing in my face..."

"Can't you move closer?"

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. Tai Shu Dan has killed quite a few of his own teammates..."

……

He Can had nothing to say, so he asked instead:
"Xie Jinhuan's father, the incident happened in this very place three years ago?"

"Correct."

Zhang Chu looked around the mountains and forests: "Back then, Xie Wen was just a sixth-rank martial artist, and his entourage consisted of menial servants. The sect just sent someone to kill him. Who would have thought that instead of killing him, they would raise such a big and vicious tiger?"

He Can said, "So you say that your Underworld God Sect is sloppy in its work, but it's understandable. Demonic cultivators never train their brains, and even if they did, they wouldn't be able to use them."

"Humph……"

Zhang Chu did not refute this statement. After all, the brain is something that ghosts cultivate. Body cultivators go crazy as soon as they start fighting. Intelligence and combat power are inversely proportional. What's the point of being so smart?
Zhang Chu originally intended to pick up the wine flask and take a sip, but halfway up his hand, he suddenly noticed his left hand trembling slightly, as if he were about to lose his grip. His expression changed drastically.

"you?!"

He Can turned the roasted snake around, shrugging slightly:

"This snake is a 'Black Mountain Peak,' which belongs to the five elements of fire and wood. Its venom sac hasn't been removed, so when it's roasted over a fire, it's incredibly potent, enough to suffocate an ox. Plus, the strong liquor I bought in Huangtong Town masked the numbness, and by the time I realized what was happening, I couldn't even stand up."

Thump~
Zhang Chu picked up his sword and stood up, but stumbled and fell into the fallen leaves. He tried to activate his half-demon body, but he couldn't muster the strength.

He Can threw the roasted snake into the fire, stood up, and sighed with regret.
"Knowing that my master is the traitorous disciple of the Sikong Ancestor, you still dare to sit in the wind and eat. It's not easy to have lived this long. Considering that we've known each other for a while, I won't turn you into a puppet ghost. Let's part ways amicably. If you're discovered and die here, it's not my problem. After you die, remember to protect me from being chased by that guy again. I'll burn you a lot of paper money."

"Hoo~"

Zhang Chu's face flushed red. He tried to get up, his head on the ground, but after struggling for a couple of seconds, he fell to the ground again.

He Can came up to him, picked up his sword, took out his money pouch and silver notes, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and turned to leave.

After taking only two steps, they noticed a shadow floating outside the range of the campfire's light.

The shadow was shrouded in black smoke, like a flame drifting in the forest, making its shape and features completely indistinct. All that could be seen was that it seemed to be holding something in its hand.

"Oh my! Third Master!"

He Can clapped his hands vigorously, almost jumping for joy. He quickly put the sword and silver notes back on Zhang Chu and helped him up.

"As expected of the Underworld God Cult, they are indeed cunning and calculating. I knew this would happen. I was just joking with Zhang Chu, Third Master, please don't take it seriously..."

"Ho..."

Zhang Chu saw a dark figure in the distance and initially thought it was Kui Yunya, but the ghost messenger in front of him was clearly different from the Third Master. The Third Master's smoke was pure black and belonged to the water element of the Five Elements.

The black smoke from this ghostly apparition has a reddish tinge, indicating its mastery of fire magic.

There is only one ghost messenger in each region, responsible for recruiting new people and enforcing the precepts. This ghost messenger is obviously not from the Jingzhao Prefecture region.

Zhang Chu wanted to ask, but He Can's poison rendered him speechless.

The ghost in the forest didn't say anything, but simply raised his hand to signal to follow, then turned and drifted into the depths of the forest.

He Can sensed that this time, the odds were truly against him. He picked up Zhang Chu and, swaying unsteadily, walked into the woods. After thinking for a moment, he said:
“Zhang Chu and I have been targeted by Xie Jinhuan. If you bring us in, you might be inviting trouble.”

The ghostly figure ahead responded: "There is an order from within the sect that the Jingzhao Prefecture branch has been eliminated, and the remaining members will be taken in by the Northwest branch to fill the vacancies in the capital. You know too much; if you don't follow, you will be dealt with according to the sect's orders."

He Can was baffled: "I'm not a member of the Underworld God Cult. When I ask you for information, you're being evasive. What do I know that I don't know?"

"You know that the Underworld God Cult also has a Northwest branch, which is preparing to fill the vacancy in Jingzhao Prefecture."

I'm crazy...

He Can was stunned. He opened his mouth, then finally nodded.
"That makes sense! May I ask your name?"

"Xue Chanzi, you hold the third seat in the branch altar. According to the tradition of the sect, you can continue to be called Third Master."

"Oh... Blood Third Brother, you're even less human than Second Master..."

"The sorcerer is always good at making the most of everything, you'll get used to it..."

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