The fairy forced me to marry into her family, so I retorted by throwing myself into the Pool of Fate

In the market, footsteps, shouts, and cries mingled together.

Li Ping stood on the rooftop and watched all of this unfold.

The rogue cultivators outside the East Gate ran the fastest. Some didn't even bother to pick up their magic tools after dropping them. They stepped into puddles, splashing mud all over their faces without wiping it off, and just kept rushing forward.

On the west side, a cultivator was climbing over the wall when his companion grabbed him by the back of his robe. The two of them fell onto the bluestone slab together, and before he could even utter a curse, someone stepped over him.

The white-bearded old man at the north gate shouted repeatedly, trying to get his men to maintain their formation, but in the blink of an eye, only five or six people remained by his side, while the rest scattered.

Li Ping didn't move; his gaze remained fixed on the white skeleton.

It remained suspended in mid-air, its black boots treading on the void, its green robe fluttering slightly in the wind.

The flesh on the neck was still there, with an abnormal red color, as if it had just been peeled off from someone and pasted on.

The skull lowered slightly, and two eerie flames flickered slowly in its eye sockets.

What is it waiting for?

Li Ping squinted and looked in the direction of the white skeleton's gaze, which led him to the pavilion where Mu Fangxu was located.

He wasn't the only one who noticed it.

In the alley, a middle-aged male cultivator was running when he suddenly stopped, looked up at the white skeleton, and then turned to look in the direction of the pavilion.

"Huh? They've got their eyes on Mu Fangxu?"

As soon as he finished speaking, an old man in a gray robe rushed out of the alley and slapped him on the back of the head when he saw him standing there dumbfounded.

"What are you looking at! Run now!"

The middle-aged male cultivator was knocked off balance by the slap. When he came to his senses, the confusion on his face was instantly replaced by fear. He turned around and followed the old man as he ran out of the market.

Many people noticed the anomaly, but most reacted the same way as the old man, and no one paid any attention to Mu Fangxu.

Mu Fangxu is the son of the family head, and his status is indeed noble, but that is a matter for the Mu family.

With skeletons hanging overhead, people are too busy trying to save their own lives to care about others.

They don't care, but some people insist on caring.

Without saying a word, Mu Zhihe leaped into the air, his body rising from the ground, and landed on the roof of the pavilion in a few bounds.

"Fang Xu".

Mu Zhihe landed next to Mu Fangxu and followed his gaze.

The skeletal figure still stood in mid-air, its two will-o'-the-wisps in its eye sockets pointing directly towards the attic.

Even from a distance of a hundred feet, the eerie green light seemed like two needles, piercing straight into Mu Fangxu's body.

Upon seeing this, Mu Zhihe's heart skipped a beat.

"Fang Xu, hurry up and leave this to me."

He took a step forward and stood in front of Mu Fangxu. He channeled his magic power, and a bronze round shield flew out from his sleeve and hovered in front of him.

Although he was facing a skeleton, there was no fear on his face.

After waiting for a while, there was no movement behind me.

Mu Zhihe frowned, turned his head and saw that Mu Fangxu was still standing in the same place, without even moving his feet.

"Can't you hear me?" Mu Zhihe said angrily.

Mu Fangxu remained calm and waved his hand, saying, "As the son of the family head, how can I desert my post in the face of battle?"

"Nonsense!"

Mu Zhihe was furious and turned to give a wink to the two Mu family disciples behind Mu Fangxu.

The two disciples understood and stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right, to grab Mu Fangxu's arms and forcibly take him away.

"Elder, don't waste your energy."

Mu Fangxu suddenly spoke, raising his hand and pointing in the direction of the white skeleton.

Do you think I can leave?

Upon hearing this, Mu Zhihe looked over, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

The skeletal skeleton moved.

It stepped into the air, its black boots treading through the void, as if there were invisible steps beneath its feet.

The speed was much faster than before, and its figure left a trail of afterimages in the sunlight after the rain.

The cultivators below rushed past its feet; some screamed, some collapsed, and some raised their magical artifacts above their heads and activated them haphazardly, causing spiritual light to scatter and fly everywhere.

But the skeleton didn't even glance at it.

It stared intently at Mu Fangxu, its eyes blazing with two dark flames, as if it had set its sights on the finest prey.

Mu Zhihe looked at the approaching white skeleton and sighed deeply.

"My cultivation level is not high, I'm afraid I can't hold him off for long."

"Let's hurry while we still have time."

Mu Fangxu chuckled: "Trading Qi Refining for Foundation Establishment? I, Mu Fangxu, can't do that kind of deal, and it's not in the Mu family's best interest either."

Mu Zhihe smiled bitterly to himself, his eyes welling up with tears.

"What time is it, and you're still thinking about the clan?"

When have you ever thought about yourself?

Mu Fangxu did not respond.

He turned around, picked up a wooden box from beside his feet, and handed it to Mu Zhihe.

"This is the Formless Array Flag, which can form an array instantly."

"Please take this back to my tribe."

Mu Zhihe looked down at the box, hesitating to speak.

Mu Fangxu remained expressionless. He shoved the box into Mu Zhihe's hands, took a step back, and faced the direction of the white skeleton again.

Mu Zhihe knew that his mind was made up, and further persuasion would be futile.

He gritted his teeth and gave Mu Fangxu a deep look.

"Take care of yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Zhihe turned around, channeled his magic power into his legs, and rose into the air.

But at that moment, something unexpected happened.

Click.

A crisp sound came from my arms.

Mu Zhihe looked down and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Cracks spread across the surface of the wooden box like a spider web, quickly covering the entire box.

Immediately afterwards, the wooden crate exploded, scattering wood chips everywhere.

Thirty-six beams of silver light shot out from the debris.

Mu Zhihe was startled and reached out to grab it.

But the silver light didn't obey his commands at all; it trembled in unison and slipped through his fingers.

Mu Zhihe suddenly turned his head and saw thirty-six silver lights drawing a beautiful arc in the air, pausing in unison, and then flying towards the white bone skeleton.

Not only Mu Zhihe, but everyone in the market who hadn't run far saw this scene.

Thirty-six silver streaks, like thirty-six shooting stars, trailed long tails as they headed straight for the white skeleton.

It was so fast that even the eyes couldn't keep up.

The skeletal figure stopped in its tracks.

As it watched the incoming silver lights, the ghostly fire in its eye sockets flickered, seemingly somewhat surprised.

The silver light flew in front of it, but instead of attacking directly, it circled around it a few times.

One circle, two circles, three circles, like thirty-six living beings examining something familiar.

Then, a scene that left everyone speechless unfolded.

The thirty-six beams of silver light paused simultaneously, then shrank abruptly, transforming into thirty-six silver needles as thin as cow's hair.

The silver needles twirled in the air and pierced the skeleton's body from various angles.

Head, neck, chest, back, arms, legs.

Thirty-six silver needles, targeting thirty-six vital points, leaving none untouched.

A piercing scream of pain rang out, making everyone's eardrums ache.

The skeletal figure was stiff and its limbs were twitching, as if it had been nailed to mid-air by something.

It raised its hand to pull out the silver needles from its neck, but as soon as its arm was halfway up, it let out another painful howl and tumbled through the air.

The black boots kicked wildly in the air, and the green robe was torn and fluttered loudly.

The newly grown flesh on his neck trembled violently, and the blood vessels and tendons twisted and wriggled as if they had come alive.

Two emerald green will-o'-the-wisps flickered wildly in his eye sockets, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, as if they were about to go out at any moment.

Everyone in the market was stunned.

Those who were fleeing stopped, those lying on the ground raised their heads, and even the cultivators who had already climbed over the wall turned around.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the white skeleton tumbling and struggling in the air.

The skeleton's movements became slower and slower.

First, her arms drooped down, then her legs stopped kicking, and finally even the new flesh on her neck stopped wriggling.

It looked like a puppet with its strings cut, its limbs limp and hanging in mid-air.

Two eerie flames flickered one last time in his eyes before silently extinguishing.

Then, it fell from mid-air.

With a loud crash, a large crater was created in the ground.

Stone fragments flew everywhere, mud and water sprayed in all directions, and the bluestone slabs along the edge of the pit were shaken and cracked.

The skeletal skeleton lay motionless at the bottom of the pit.

Thirty-six silver needles were still stuck in its body, gleaming with a faint, cold light.

The market was eerily silent.

Then, someone shouted it out first.

"Dead!"

"The skeleton is dead!"

"We're saved! We're saved!"

The cheers exploded like firecrackers.

Some people jumped up and shouted, some hugged each other and cried, and some collapsed on the ground, panting heavily, as if they had just been pulled out of the water.

More people looked toward the attic where Mu Fangxu was.

"It's the Mu family, it's Mu Fangxu!"

"The Mu family was prepared; the contents of that box were specifically designed to deal with this monster."

"As expected of the patriarch's son, he's kept this a closely guarded secret."

"Why didn't you bring this out sooner? It's made us worry for so long!"

Some people praised it, while others secretly complained.

But these voices seemed insignificant in the face of the overwhelming joy of surviving the ordeal.

In an instant, Mu Fangxu's name resounded throughout the entire market town.

But Mu Fangxu himself was somewhat confused.

He stood on the top floor of the attic, staring intently at the large pit in the ground.

The Formless Array Flag... how did it turn into silver needles?

There is no record of it turning into silver needles, nor is there any record of it attacking on its own initiative.

and……

Mu Fangxu's gaze shifted from the large pit to the direction from which the skeleton had come.

The white skeleton also emerged from the underwater cave.

Both emerged from the cave, but the Formless Array Flags turned against the white bone skeleton at this very moment.

Was this thing originally designed specifically to deal with it?

But if it really comes down to the diagnosis, why are there no relevant records in the cave?

Why did he and Li Ping have a smooth journey when they took the battle flags, without encountering any obstacles?

A series of questions flooded his mind, and Mu Fangxu felt his head buzzing.

But in any case, the skeleton is dead.

The market was saved.

After a long absence, Mu Fangxu's lips twitched into a smile.

But that smile didn't last long.

Inside the large pit, the white skeleton's finger twitched.

Then he raised his right hand and grasped the end of a silver needle in his chest.

Then, pull it outwards.

laugh.

The silver needle was pulled out, bringing with it a wisp of black blood mist.

The blood mist swirled in the air before disappearing back into the wound.

The skeleton sat up.

It raised its hand and pulled out the second silver needle from its neck.

Then came the third and the fourth.

The movements were not fast, even somewhat slow and deliberate.

Each time a needle was removed, a wisp of black mist was released, and each time the surrounding air cooled down.

The cheers in the market suddenly stopped.

Everyone stared at the skeleton at the bottom of the pit, the one having needles being removed, as if someone had grabbed its neck and it couldn't make a sound.

One silver needle after another was pulled out and casually tossed aside by the pit.

The twelfth one.

The twenty-fourth one.

The thirty-fifth one.

As the last silver needle was pulled from the back of its head, two emerald green will-o'-the-wisps rekindled on the skull of the white bone skeleton.

It stood up and walked out of the pit, its black boots making a clattering sound as they stepped on the gravel.

"run."

It's unclear who shouted first, but the market immediately descended into chaos.

This time, the skeleton didn't look at anyone.

It merely glanced indifferently at the fleeing crowd around it, then soared straight into the sky and disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Everyone stopped again and looked up at the sky.

gone?

It just left like that?

The crowd looked at each other, none of them daring to breathe a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, it didn't take long.

The skeleton is back.

It stands above the market, looking down over the city.

His gaze swept across the attic, across the streets and alleys, across the scattered crowds, and finally settled in a certain direction.

The skeletal figure raised its right hand, its withered white fingers gently beckoning in that direction.

call out.

A sword case flew out of the courtyard, through the rooftops, across the rain and mist, and straight toward the white skeleton.