Chapter 62: One Sword, Seizing Life

Yin Gui Sect's rats, you dare to attack this young lady?

Cough cough cough, do you know this young lady is a disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect? Today you dare to kill me, the Spirit Sword Sect will not let you go, and my master won't either.

Chen Churan invoked her own sect to increase the threat, hoping to make the person before her stop.

Yin Gui Sect members are too easy to identify; every time they strike, they are accompanied by waves of ghostly qi, the most obvious among all sects, and that ghostly qi is what disciples of all sects hate the most.

She had not yet moved to hunt the Yin Gui Sect's disciples, but instead fell into an ambush.

Hahaha, Spirit Sword Sect? I'm the one who will kill you.

Chen Churan, don't waste your effort; you could never be a match for this seat, but rest assured, this time this seat will not kill you, for you are the most important link in this seat's plan—capture you, then transform you, then use you to bring disaster to the Chen Clan and to Longshe Cheng; surely it will be most entertaining.

Third Miss Chen Churan of the Chen Clan, you say your father Chen Yuan learns that this seat has captured you—what will his reaction be? Will he come to rescue you?

Upon hearing this, Chen Churan's face changed drastically; this person's target is actually her father, while she is merely bait.

You…… dare?

Thinking of her older brother Chen Chusheng's fate, and then of her father nearly meeting his end at the hands of the Yin Gui Sect's Dharma Protector, this person before her has come for revenge.

The Yin Gui Sect's people, as expected, persist like lingering ghosts; their plan has not been abandoned.

My master is in Longshe Cheng; if you dare to attack me, my master will surely sense it.

Chen Churan could only invoke her master to intimidate the Yin Gui Sect's rats before her.

Hahaha, so what? Today this seat has you firmly in its grasp; no matter who comes, you cannot escape.

Little girl, obediently surrender; perhaps this seat will treat you a little better, otherwise this seat will make your life worse than death.

Feng Bochen would not waste words with her; a villain dies from talking too much.

He did not wish to repeat past mistakes; was not the death of his junior martial sister Luo Youduolan due to the master's carelessness?

This time he chose to ambush here after hearing that Chen Churan had gone to Longshe Shan.

Longshe Shan, he dared not rashly enter; that formation made him wary.

Feng Bochen never undertakes anything without certainty.

Dream on.

Chen Churan would not meekly surrender; she stirred her true energy and infused it into the Clear Heart Sword.

The Clear Heart Sword emitted a dazzling light, shattering the ghostly spirits on her body.

Feng Bochen did not anger but laughed: 'A spiritual artifact? Hahaha, I didn't expect you to have another spiritual artifact; this one belongs to this seat.'

He was too excited; he hadn't expected this unexpected joy.

Spiritual artifact—who would have thought this little girl held one in her hand; what a tremendous surprise.

With the spiritual artifact in hand, his strength increased by at least thirty percent; facing his master Jiang Ming, he even had a chance to prevail.

This sword belongs to this seat.

He extended his hand; ghostly qi condensed into a dreadful ghost hand, terrifying and abnormal.

The enormous ghost hand gathered vast amounts of ghostly energy and spirits, directly sealing off the area around Chen Churan.

This move is a fairly common technique of the Yin Gui Sect and one of its primary methods against enemies.

Depending on the user's strength, the ghost hand also varies in strength.

Feng Bochen's ghost hand is a true gang-realm ghost hand; versed in this path, he gathered much resentment and ghostly energy, forcibly boosting his own ghostly energy, so this move's power is increased by at least thirty percent.

Clear Heart Sword.

Green Snake.

Enduring the pain, she swung her sword; this strike was Chen Churan's strongest.

Bang.

The ghost hand split in two.

Feng Bochen's figure vanished before their eyes.

Behind them, a cold voice sounded.

Hehe, you've been hit, little girl.

You're still too young.

Ghost hand.

Bang.

The ghost hand condensed again, and with a fierce slap, Chen Churan's body was flung into the air.

Then, his ghost hand seized her and lifted her aloft.

The Clear Heart Sword also fell into his left hand.

Feng Bochen played with the Clear Heart Sword, laughing heartily: 'Hahaha, fine sword, fine spiritual artifact, Chen Churan, you truly are this seat's lucky star.'

This sword, this seat accepts with a smile.

The spiritual artifact, under the corrosion of his ghostly qi, will soon turn into a ghost artifact.

By then, it will suit him even better.

Feng Bochen's first spiritual artifact had remained in Jiang Ming's hands for so many years, yet he had never obtained a spiritual artifact.

He envied Chen Churan; look at her treatment, then look at his own.

Chen Churan, this seat truly envies you.

Your master truly regards you as a person, whereas my master would not think so.

Seeing that you have delivered a spiritual artifact to this seat, this seat has decided to refine you into this seat's ghost slave.

Let this seat bring you to destroy Longshe Cheng.

Hahaha.

Ghost slave, the most common servant of the Yin Gui Sect.

Ghostly aura enters the body, then controls their souls; from then on, life and death are not up to oneself.

Feng Bochen took a liking to Chen Churan; he didn't want to kill her, but gradually changed her, then sent her to Longshe Cheng to destroy the Chen Clan, letting her kill her own relatives with her own hands, completing the final step of transformation, very likely to achieve Advancement to Ghost General.

He really wanted to see this scene; this kind of game, Feng Bochen has played it dozens of times; each time, he was very happy, very excited.

A human tragedy, relatives killing each other, that scene is truly too beautiful.

Ghostly aura, condensing, preparing to strike.

Chen Churan despaired; she was completely no match.

She gave up struggling, awaiting death's arrival.

She never imagined she would actually encounter danger; her arrogant self once again realized the cruelty and coldness of this world.

As it turns out, the outside is truly very dangerous.

She overestimated her own strength; before these people she was nothing.

"Second Brother, sorry, I know I was wrong."

"Mother, daughter will never see you again."

"Father, goodbye."

"Master, disciple......"

In her mind, many people popped up, one by one saying goodbye.

Perhaps, she would never see again.

Chen Churan, utterly despairing.

"Hey hey, you dare mess with my sword without asking me?"

A voice sounded softly.

Pfft

Arm, taking flight.

Chen Churan's body vanished on the spot, the Pure Heart Sword also vanished with it.

This happened too quickly.

A matter of the blink of an eye.

Feng Bochen watched his hands severed, cut off; the pain welled up after a moment.

"Ah, my hand, my Spiritual Artifact."

"Ah ah."

Tragic cries echoed; Chen Chuyang put down his sister Chen Churan, raised the Pure Heart Sword, his back to his sister.

"Watch carefully, little sister, the sword is not used like that."

"Pure Heart Sword, it's really strong."

Gripping the Pure Heart Sword, Chen Chuyang saw the furious Feng Bochen rushing over, ghostly aura filling the air.

Feng Bochen, erupting with full power, was utterly enraged; he wanted to kill Chen Chuyang.

"Kid, go die for this venerable one!"

The ghostly hand formed from condensed ghostly aura expanded tenfold; this move, even True Gang would die facing it.

Chen Chuyang slowly raised the Pure Heart Sword in his hand.

"Blue Snake."

Blue Snake emerges, sword light appears.

Ghostly aura, split in half.

Feng Bochen's body froze in midair, his body split in half.

The ghostly aura over the whole mountain likewise split in half.

This scene occupied Chen Churan's both eyes.

"Blue Snake Sword Technique, that strong?"

In her mind, only Blue Snake.

The figure before her gradually became clear.