Yin Yang Soul Searcher

Xiao Ma raised his broadsword, his leg muscles bulging, and launched himself forward to chase after Bai Jueming. Zhao Ge, sitting on the ground, began to regulate his internal energy.

Bai Jueming, who was running wildly ahead and was unfamiliar with the area, decided to run up the mountain after much deliberation. He hoped to use the cover of the jungle to shake them off.

Bai Jueming simply couldn't understand why he was being hunted down after only four or five days in this world. Had he offended anyone? Was he the mastermind behind Zhang He's actions? But he hadn't done anything wrong; he hadn't even arrested the person himself. Why couldn't they go through legal proceedings?!

Before he could think, the assassin behind him, wielding a large knife, had already slowly closed in with a few leaps.

Bai Jueming, hiding in the forest, glanced back and realized he had made a grave mistake. Martial artists who entered the mountains could leap from tree to tree! And the view from the trees was expansive; he feared he wouldn't be able to escape.

In the blink of an eye, the assassin was upon Bai Jueming's head. Standing on a treetop, holding a large knife, the assassin grinned maliciously: "Boy, prepare to die."

Xiao Ma has a fierce look on his face, so it's likely that many innocent people have died at his hands.

Upon hearing this, Bai Jueming immediately rolled to the side, turned around, and stopped running, choosing to face the assassin in the tree. He was now cornered by an eighth-rank martial artist and had no way to escape.

The assassin didn't make the mistake of talking too much. He swung his broadsword with both hands and leaped from the tree, slashing at Bai Jueming's face. If the slash landed, it would be a firework display of brains.

Unfortunately, it fell short.

Bai Jueming stared intently at the assassin in the tree, a vortex of black soul power swirling in his right hand. He clenched his fist hard at the assassin in mid-air, the black soul power instantly enveloping Xiao Ma's body.

"I'll make sure you don't get hurt, you bastard!"

The little horse in mid-air was enveloped by soul power, and his body holding the knife began to become unsteady. It felt as if he had spent the whole night in a brothel.

In this state, Bai Jueming easily dodged the attack.

The little horse, who had fallen to the ground, immediately began cursing Bai Jueming's entire family. He was now kneeling on the ground, leaning on a knife, cursing and panting heavily.

After repeatedly casting the Weakness spell, Bai Jueming's power had begun to decline noticeably, and even his head was feeling a little dizzy.

This is a typical example of using the right hand too frequently. However, it's true that you can't hold back when it's crucial.

Escape is impossible now, and my weakness won't offer much protection for long. I might as well fight to the death and try to gain a chance at survival. I'm not a coward!

Bai Jueming's eyes flashed with ruthlessness as he stared intently at the assassin. His left hand was hidden in the assassin's blind spot, while his right fist was pointed at the assassin. He deliberately let the assassin see his right hand, making him think that he wouldn't make a move.

Just as their eyes locked, Bai Jueming's left hand, hidden behind his back, secretly drew a talisman from his sleeve. Saving that wretched woman hadn't been a waste; it had come in handy so quickly!

Bai Jueming moved his feet around the pony, a wary look in his eyes. He pretended to be on guard behind him, then glanced back at his left hand.

Seeing that the left hand was holding the most powerful lightning talisman, I was all set.

Then, clenching his fist tightly, he charged towards the assassin, shouting, "I'll punch you!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ma, still panting and leaning on his sword, was visibly stunned. Had this guy lost his mind? Even if he was temporarily weakened, he was still not someone an Onmyoji of the same level could easily handle. Why wasn't he thinking of running away instead of coming to his death?

Seeing Bai Jueming charging towards him with a punch in hand, Xiao Ma grinned maliciously. He was confident that if Bai Jueming took just two more steps closer, he could dismember him with a single blow.

Taking advantage of Xiao Ma's careless grin, Bai Jueming suddenly stopped.

Xiao Ma didn't understand Bai Jueming's actions for a moment, and his expression clearly froze.

Before Xiao Ma could react, Bai Jueming used all his strength to throw the talisman hidden behind his back forward, and the talisman flew straight toward Xiao Ma's face.

Bai Jueming had infused the talisman with a trace of soul power, and during flight, he directly activated the soul power, causing the talisman to burn to ashes in front of the assassin.

"Not good!" Xiao Ma realized something was wrong the moment he saw the talisman. He tried to roll away to dodge. But Bai Jueming's clenched right hand tightened and loosened, forcefully pushing away his weakness.

After using this final burst of weakness, Bai Jueming collapsed heavily to the ground, completely drained of his soul power. He could see that he was inhaling more than he was exhaling.

Just as the talisman turned to ashes, a bolt of lightning as thick as an arm instantly gathered above the assassin's head and then struck down from the sky towards Xiao Ma's head!

Little Horse's eyes widened, filled with terror. "I...***!"

Before he could finish cursing, a thunderous explosion rang out above Xiao Ma's head.

"boom"

Bai Jueming watched motionless as the lightning descended from the sky, a blue light flashing before his eyes as the lightning exploded into a fierce wind. Leaves fell from the nearby trees, and the wind carried fragments of blood that scattered in all directions.

Bai Jueming was thrown back three or four meters by the shockwave of the explosion, and slammed his back against a tree with a thud. Then, Bai Jueming felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood, his face already covered in bloodstains.

When the thick smoke cleared, only a charred crater remained at the center of the thunder, with scorched vegetation around it. The assassin had gone.

Bai Jueming lay on the ground, his mind reeling. He felt no joy at the victory, for there was still one assassin to be found, and he had to escape as quickly as possible. His soul power was nearly depleted, leaving him with no room for maneuver.

Unfortunately, he didn't have any pills to restore his soul power. However, the talismans he had were a pleasant surprise.

He had never seen such a powerful talisman on the black market! He had misjudged the area of ​​effect and was injured by the explosion. Judging from his current understanding, this thing could probably severely injure a sixth-grade martial artist!

It seems Han Xueshan has an extraordinary background. She carries around a stack of such powerful talismans.

After struggling to recover for a while, Bai Jueming regained some strength. Before the assassin could catch up, he had to run!

Just as Bai Jueming was about to set off, he heard a hoarse, furious shout: "Xiao Ma!" The assassin's accomplice had already caught up with him, wielding a large knife.

The assassin surnamed Zhao saw a bolt of lightning appear in the forest while he was on his way, and he felt a great sense of foreboding, since neither of them knew how to use lightning magic.

When they arrived, they found Bai Jueming meditating and breathing exercises, surrounded by pieces of his body. They immediately understood everything; they hadn't expected Xiao Ma to fall into this person's hands!

"I'm going to chop you up and feed you to the dogs!" the assassin roared, his eyes bloodshot. The veins on his right hand, holding the knife, were bulging.

Without giving Bai Jueming a chance to escape, the assassin raised his broadsword, kicked off with his legs, and launched himself toward Bai Jueming.

Bai Jueming had no strength left to retreat, and he watched as the broadsword rapidly approached the doorway. The talisman he was holding instantly burned away—a Vajra Talisman!

"Bang"

A protective aura appeared in front of Bai Jueming. The assassin was forced back several steps by the aura when he struck with his sword, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Bai Jueming was too exhausted to run any further and could only rely on the last vestiges of his restored soul power to use the talisman. Fortunately, burning the talisman didn't consume much soul power; otherwise, Bai Jueming would have been dead by now.

The fatal flaw is that a single talisman can only block once, and there aren't many Vajra Talismans left. They can't withstand more than a few strikes from an assassin.

If this continues, death is only a matter of time!

"Damn it, so many talismans!" the assassin said, gathering his breath. "Let's see how many of my strikes you can withstand. The Yin-Yang Master's underhanded tricks are useless now, aren't they? Without those underhanded tricks, do you think your lightning can even hit me?"

Bai Jueming gasped for breath: "Whose man are you? Why did you kill me?" Bai Jueming didn't expect him to answer; he just hoped he would talk more and buy him more time to recover his soul power and physical strength.

"You betrayed us, became a lackey of the imperial court, and you still have the nerve to ask who killed you?" After saying this, the assassin gripped his broadsword tightly and rushed towards Bai Jueming.

"Damn it, do you really think I'm easy to bully?" Bai Jueming's temper flared up.

He took out all the talismans from his sleeve in one go, activated them one by one with his soul power, and threw them at the assassin.

Just as the assassin said, there were no underhanded tricks from the Onmyoji. Hitting a martial artist of the same level is just too difficult!

The assassin circled Bai Jueming, constantly missing his target. The lightning talisman had already blasted the surrounding vegetation into scorched earth, and the sword talisman had gathered sword energy to flatten the vegetation around Bai Jueming. But he just couldn't hit the assassin!

The assassin neither got too close nor too far away, but simply kept consuming the White Cassia Talisman.

I have to think of something, or I'm doomed. My soul power and physical strength have recovered a bit, so I have to use some underhanded tactics! Bai Jueming secretly hid two talismans in his sleeve, and after burning one of the Wind Travel Talismans, he began to speed up his escape.

Seeing Bai Jueming throw away the talisman and begin to flee, the assassin knew his chance had come. He didn't want to delay any longer; otherwise, once Bai Jueming fully recovered his soul power, he might really get away.

Bai Jueming fled in a panic, and the assassin, wielding a large knife, was about to catch up when Bai Jueming suddenly stumbled. His entire back was exposed to the assassin!

good chance!

The assassin gripped his broadsword tightly, his muscles bulging. He swung the blade forcefully, aiming a vicious blow at Bai Jueming's back. Just then, a bolt of lightning suddenly appeared in the sky.

Where did this lightning come from? Is this madman trying to take me down with him? The assassin's mind flashed with this thought, but the immense inertia of his body made it impossible to brake.

Just as the thunder was about to strike, the assassin couldn't stop slashing at Bai Jueming's back.

The broadsword slashed diagonally down Bai Jueming's right shoulder, almost splitting his upper body in two.

A sharp pain shot through me as the blade brutally ripped through my skin, severed my muscles and bones, as if to cleave my entire back in two. Every nerve in my body screamed madly, sending out excruciating signals that nearly made me faint.

The blade struck Bai Jueming's spine with a metallic clang. It got stuck and couldn't cut any further.

Bai Jueming bit his tongue, afraid to faint. He kept clutching the last talisman in his right hand, refusing to use it.

A thunderbolt crashed down.

The assassin stood upright, taking the lead in receiving the baptism of thunder.

At the critical moment, Bai Jueming suppressed the dizziness in his head and burned the second talisman in his hand, the Vajra Talisman!

After striking the assassin with lightning, the lightning continued its downward baptism. The protective aura emanating from Bai Jueming created a massive sonic boom upon contact with the lightning.

"Bang"

A massive shockwave rippled outwards. Grass and trees within a ten-meter radius were uprooted and scattered everywhere, mixed with the assassin's blood, bits of flesh, and tattered clothing.

Bai Jueming, who was lying on the ground, began to cough up blood uncontrollably, and blood was also flowing from his back like a pillar. He was still breathing.

This was the best solution Bai Jueming could think of: use the lightning to strike himself, take the assassin down with him, and use the Vajra Talisman to dodge the heavenly lightning at the crucial moment.

The plan succeeded and failed at the same time. He hadn't expected the assassin's strike to be so terrifying, almost severing his upper body.

And why is there a metallic sound coming from my spine? There's something wrong with this body! Someone please save me, I'm still breathing!

Thinking of this, Bai Jueming's consciousness began to blur, and his eyes felt as if they weighed a ton.

After coughing up a mouthful of blood, Bai Jueming collapsed to the ground and fainted uncontrollably. The blood from his mouth and back stained the ground beneath him crimson.