Chapter 82: Gathering of Evil Spirits

In the corridor of flesh and blood.

Wu Xian confirmed the existence of possession events.

When he first entered the blessed land, he was targeted for possession.

This suggests either Wu Xian is extremely unlucky, or possession is a common occurrence in this blessed land.

If possession is common, then the humans here are utterly untrustworthy.

Thus, as soon as he crawled out of the Ouroboros, Wu Xian began watching humans warily, and tested the first group he encountered.

The test results left Wu Xian trembling with dread.

Wu Xian was shoved backward one step; the shockwave first shattered the spray bottle midair, and the liquid inside, carried by the blast, coated every possession spirit evenly.

The sound drew the attention of every possession spirit in the square; they all turned toward him, their eyes glowing red, green, and other eerie hues, converging on Wu Xian.

Of course, he occasionally raised questions.

The possession spirits strolling the square no longer hid their true nature.

Even accounting for air resistance, the fall would take no more than a few seconds!

In such a short time, Wu Xian could only adjust his body to face downward, then clutched the Eight Trigrams Mirror of Exorcism and activated his final “Exorcise Evil, Shatter Malevolence”!

BOOM!

A golden shockwave spread toward the ground; the massive recoil slowed Wu Xian’s descent, then several tendrils of black qi wrapped around him, adding another layer of protection.

Wu Xian stood on the windowsill, gazing down and feeling his legs go weak.

Who knows what kind of play they’re into.

“Actually, I have a way out.”

The mother pushing the stroller unhesitatingly abandoned her child; the infant shot out with sharp fangs and teeth, like a ferocious little beast; the old man leaning on his cane, the artistic girl sketching the scenery on her easel…

Who could have imagined that the first five people he met were all possession spirits—and that these possession spirits knelt before him, pretending to be meek and obedient?

This was to avoid appearing too foolish and causing the possession spirits to lose interest in their performance, thus revealing their true forms prematurely; aside from Jia Sheng’s brief deception, everything else went smoothly.

After speaking, Wu Xian leapt down suddenly!

Immense wind pressure crushed his body; the intense weightlessness made his heart stop.

By the time he reached the dining hall, the possession spirits had revealed themselves; Wu Xian no longer needed to pretend.

Below the window.

Every possession spirit attempting to approach Wu Xian was entangled by a female ghost with a ruptured abdomen.

“You’re sharp-tongued, daring to provoke me under these circumstances. If you truly believe you’ve seen through everything, you should know you have no escape left.”

But this was already the best outcome; ever since discovering that this world was filled with possession spirits, Wu Xian never expected to leave easily.

After leaving that room, Wu Xian walked on eggshells, believing everything others said, going wherever they told him, daring not to overstep even slightly, and rarely initiating any action himself.

Wu Xian slammed onto the ground.

He dropped the Eight Trigrams Mirror of Exorcism and staggered toward the door crack.

It was hard to imagine all these people were demons wearing human skins.

Everything looked so peaceful and serene.

Wu Xian seized the opportunity to open the window and climb onto the windowsill.

But…

“Then I’ll be the first.”

Deadly poisonous miasma, like leeches clinging to bone, began corroding their bodies.

This miasma could not fully kill them.

The first ten meters, Wu Xian moved unimpeded.

The possession spirits were shoved to the walls by the golden light’s force, but appeared unharmed.

Jumping from the eleventh floor was too much; preliminary estimates suggested he broke at least one arm bone and two ribs, drastically slowing his running speed.

That was the vast square behind the official residence, where hundreds of people wandered lazily; across the square stood the enormous gate.

They revealed their true forms and charged at Wu Xian with ferocity.

Xu Ming was harshly belittled by Wu Xian.

Wu Xian looked out the window.

This dining hall was on the eleventh floor of the official residence; due to the high ceiling, the drop was roughly forty meters, yet even with such height, Wu Xian had little time to act.

Wu Xian pushed himself up, gritting his teeth as he stood.

One by one, strange figures fell from the eleventh floor—they were the high-ranking possession spirits preparing to feast on Wu Xian.

The possession spirits who came here to attend the “Wu Xian Banquet” were among the very top of the possession spirit hierarchy; they were not easily killed.

Golden light erupted!

Pulling the perspective farther, even more distant possession spirits were converging toward this direction…

He cast another talisman at the possession spirits now revealing their monstrous forms.

Splat…

Everyone cast strange glances, then sprang toward Wu Xian with agile movements.

But due to the poison of the miasma talisman, their speed was no faster than ordinary possession spirits.

Instantly furious, his expression twisted into something horrific; terrifying quantities of evil qi surged from his body, darkening the room’s once-bright hues.

Before the bottle could hit the ground, he activated the “Exorcise Evil, Shatter Malevolence” effect of the Eight Trigrams Mirror of Exorcism!

Due to injuries sustained during the fall, Wu Xian ran slowly, but he trusted the Ten Souls Banner would work.

The next several dozen meters across the square offered no shortcuts—only Wu Xian’s accumulated methods would determine his survival!

Wu Xian pulled out the Ten Souls Banner and swung it hard; seven tendrils of black qi drifted out, and before they could take shape, he issued a rapid-fire absolute command!

“Protect me for ten minutes!”

Xu Ming couldn’t help laughing.

Purple and green mist shimmering with colored light erupted from Wu Xian’s fingertips, instantly filling the entire room; every possession spirit within bore purple-green blotches on their bodies.

“You’re not thinking of escaping through that gate, are you? First, you can’t even reach it; even if you somehow made it to the gate, no one has ever passed through it since it appeared.”

With these words, Wu Xian hurled a spray bottle slightly larger than a mineral water bottle toward the possession spirits in the room!

But if they offered an explanation, Wu Xian would not argue.

These female ghosts were the “daughters” Wu Xian had subdued across different cycles; though their surnames differed, all were named Xiaoyan. Xiaoyan was the most timid of the family of four, so in every cycle, Wu Xian could capture and raise a “daughter.”

This time, it was the Miasma Talisman!

Since the possession spirits were performing, Wu Xian would perform too.

“Hey!”

Wu Xian kept running forward.

That was acting.

Wu Xian’s legs trembled for a long while before he calmed himself and devised his plan.

Enough to delay their advance.

THUD!

THUD THUD!

From this height, the pedestrians below were barely visible, like ants crawling on the ground; Wu Xian faintly saw the old man leaning on his cane, the gentle mother pushing the stroller, the artistic girl sketching the massive gate…

They say a daughter is her father’s little warm coat.

Today, let the daughters shield their father from the cold wind outside!

Book of the Later Han: Annals of the Southern Barbarians: “In the southern lands, the climate is warm and humid, and miasma causes death in four or five out of ten.”

(End of Chapter)