Controlling the Five Thunders and the Two Worlds

Chapter 394 Chasing the Enemy to Their Lair
Gu Zhao shared gossip with the women at Biyue Palace, Xue Shenshan began inquiring about Da Luo Palace, and Xue Bingbing, Zhan Qing, and others went to Songyun Mansion to eliminate evil...

Meanwhile, in the deep forests of Wuya Ridge, which connects to the Antai Mountains, Daoist Yansong, Daoist Mingyu, Ye Ruyan, and Miaoyun Ji followed far behind the two demons.

"That woman is a qualified sorcerer, and she is also a human being, yet she committed such a cruel and vicious act."

Thinking of the scene of the child being abused to death that he saw at Baishi Mansion, even the old rascal Daoist Yansong's eyes revealed a hint of murderous intent that he could not suppress.

"Torture children to death, train their souls, transform them into fierce infant spirits, and use them to refine magic and treasures." Daoist Mingyu also said coldly, "It's merciful to let these people's souls be scattered. Senior Brother Jingfeng should also come and throw their souls into the Divine Prison to be tortured for a hundred years!"

Ye Ruyan followed not far from the two, and smiled faintly upon hearing this, "There's no need for Elder Jingfeng to take action. If the two elders are angry, just give me the souls of this couple."

"I have cultivated in Yanxia Ridge for hundreds of years, using the poisonous fire from the valley floor. That poisonous fire can not only burn blood and dissolve bones, but also scorch the soul. Even if they are tormented in that poisonous fire for a hundred years, it is no weaker than Elder Jingfeng's Fire Prison."

Daoist Yansong and Daoist Mingyu nodded in unison, a rare occurrence. "Then we'll leave it to Miss Ye."

Just then, a black and white swallow flew down from a branch not far away, circled above the three of them for a while, and then flew to the northwest again. With a gentle flap of its wings, it flew out of the dense forest and into the sky above the forest.

"They went northwest."

"The northwest is the Antai Mountains, located between Jiangzhou and Shanzhou."

“That’s good. They’re neither heading south to Yuezhou and into the Ten Thousand Mountains of Southern Xinjiang, nor west to Shanzhou. So they’re still in the Antai Mountains.”

"Could it be that they still have designs on Lianshan Prefecture?"

"With their spells that torment the souls of young children, where would they find so many children in the Southern Frontier to practice their spells?"

"What about Shanzhou?" Master Mingyu asked.

"Shanzhou?" Ye Ruyan seemed to have thought of something and chuckled, "There is an old monster in Shanzhou who loves to kill those who are compatible with him and refine the Yin-Yang True Spirit."

Master Yansong raised an eyebrow. "There's a cultivation method on Mount Jishen that involves killing sorcerers to refine the magic. Is this old monster even more picky?"

Ye Ruyan nodded, "This old monster acts in a way that is both righteous and evil, and his cultivation is profound. Fortunately, he has not killed many people, and the Xuanwei Divine Sect and the Spirit Court do not pay much attention to him."

The two old Taoist priests understood and stopped discussing the matter.

The three walked through the woods. Ye Ruyan's eyes were sharp, and she used her magical power to sense the fluctuations of the surrounding world. Sometimes she would even deliberately avoid places that looked strange.

The Antai Mountains are larger than the Wuya Ridge, and there are many demons and monsters in the mountains. Moreover, because they are close to the prosperous capital, people can go out of the mountains to travel at any time. Therefore, the density of strange creatures in the mountains is greater than that in the Southern Frontier, and there are many masters with profound Taoist skills and magical powers.

Unless the other party is filled with malevolent energy, Daoist Yansong and Daoist Mingyu will not provoke them.

This is where Ye Ruyan, a master who has lived in seclusion in the deep mountains for many years, comes into play. She can keenly sense whether a certain place is the cave of another master and will take the initiative to avoid it to prevent unnecessary conflict.

"This must be the territory of a mountain king; I can smell it even from this far away."

“I remember this person. He seems to be a ghost with a thousand years of cultivation. I met him when I was watching a play in Yazhou. He also loves to travel to the human world.” “There is also a snake in this river. Her favorite thing is to go to the prefecture to flirt with young men and use their yang energy to replenish her yin energy. But she is not bad. After she finishes using her yang energy, she will also replenish the bodies of those young men.”

As Ye Ruyan traversed the mountains, she concealed her aura and held her breath, yet she was quite familiar with the various experts in the mountains. Even those she had never met before could be roughly identified, leaving Daoist Yansong and Daoist Mingyu in awe.

"Whoosh-"

Not long after, the swallow that had just flown through the clouds reappeared in front of them, circled gently above their heads once, and then slowly led the way forward again.

"They slowed down."

"Are we almost at their lair?"

"boom!"

A loud bang came from ahead, and four kinds of auras, one human, one ghost, one water, and one fire, scattered and surged.

"They've met their match!" Ye Ruyan's eyes lit up, and she immediately sped up. "Let's go!"

The three of them still did not reveal their presence, but their speed was not slow at all. They quickly covered a distance of more than ten miles and appeared on a hill not far from the battlefield.

The battle took place on a low mountain. The couple they had been following were standing to one side, glaring at the same couple opposite them with resentment.

There was a man and a woman here. The man was dressed in black, with a gloomy and cold demeanor. His eyes were as black as ink, and his whole body exuded a sharp ghostly aura. The faint spirits of infants surrounded him, emitting mournful ghostly cries.

The woman was dressed in a light blue-green ink-wash dress, heavily made up, with long red fingernails, but the decorations she wore were tiny, yet pale and realistic skulls.

On the other side, the man was thin and short, holding a staff that reached his eyebrows, while the woman was tall and strong, carrying a vajra on her shoulder. The two stood side by side, looking angrily at the man and the ghost.

Behind them stood a small monkey exuding a demonic aura. Not only was its cultivation level low, but it hadn't even taken human form yet.

"You two ungrateful monkey demons, daring to kill my only offspring! I'll skin you alive, rip out your brains, and stew them into soup!" the man in black snarled.

"Bullshit!" the short man roared. "We monkeys live in seclusion in the mountains, living a life of peace and having no grudges against you. You come up here with your disciples and slaughter our entire race. And you still have the nerve to talk back to us?"

"It's your honor that we, husband and wife, want to use your monkey offspring to refine our magic and create treasures." The heavily made-up woman looked at the little monkey behind the two people opposite her. "I didn't expect one of them to have escaped."

"My son! I'm so sorry!" The heavily made-up woman stretched out her hand, and a remnant soul flickered in her palm, but it was clearly extremely weak and beyond saving.

"Mother will avenge you!" the heavily made-up woman cried out in a mournful voice. Then she swallowed the remnant soul in her hand in one gulp. With a surge of her inner power, she refined the remnant soul.

The next moment, the heavily made-up woman was surrounded by yin energy. She leaped up, and her ten fingernails emitted a black and red light as she grabbed at the thin and short man opposite her.

At the same time, the man in black remained motionless, but a wisp of black energy transformed into a long black river. The vengeful spirits of the infants in the river rose and fell erratically, howling and wailing as they surged toward the tall and strong woman.

(End of this chapter)