Chapter 39

Night fell, and darkness shrouded the entire western outskirts of the city.

At this time, the outskirts of the city were very quiet, and this quietness made people even more uneasy.

Lou Qinghe sat cross-legged on a broken cushion to practice, silently reciting the Ghost Control Technique in his mouth.

Pei Siyu quietly guarded his side, her small hands crossed, her beautiful eyes nervously looking at the giant egg in the distance.

"Hoo!"

Lou Qinghe exhaled a breath and slowly opened his eyes.

Only a little bit of proficiency was missing, and the Ghost Control Technique could be practiced to LV3.

According to his estimation, LV3 should be the third level of the Ghost Control Technique.

And as the oldest technique of the Daoist sect, the third level of the Ghost Control Technique had already begun to show extraordinary power; the most important thing was that it could possess a body.

This was also the reason why he had been constantly practicing this Ghost Control Technique for the past few days.

Seeing Lou Qinghe wake up, Pei Siyu hurriedly took out a water bag, "How is it?"

Lou Qinghe took the water bag and took a gulp, saying, "Siyu, help me guard for another half an hour."

"Okay."

Even though Pei Siyu was extremely nervous inside, she still nodded.

Lou Qinghe took a deep breath, settled his mind, and continued to practice the Ghost Control Technique.

As the incantation was recited silently, the spiritual energy in his body was almost drained in an instant.

Then a cold aura surged over, and a Ghost Soldier wearing black iron armor, a helmet, and looking cold and fierce appeared in front of him.

【Ghost Control Technique LV3 (1/300)】.

"This is a Ghost Soldier?"

Lou Qinghe was shocked when he saw the Ghost Soldier.

The strength of an ordinary Ghost Soldier was around the Qi Refining late stage, and since cultivators who had not reached the Foundation Establishment stage had not opened their Divine Vision, apart from some means, they could not see the figure of the Ghost Soldier at all.

It could be said that this Ghost Soldier was a great killing weapon in the Qi Refining stage.

Moreover, summoning a Ghost Soldier allowed one to cast the secret technique of the Ghost Control Technique, inviting a ghost god to possess the body.

The night grew deeper.

A weird, gloomy atmosphere shrouded the outside of Huangshi City.

"So cold!"

Pei Siyu only felt a chill beside Lou Qinghe, but she still didn't retreat toward the back.

Ghost Soldiers belonged to the underworld, and only those who possessed Divine Vision or secret techniques could see the figures of ghosts.

"It's okay."

Lou Qinghe gently comforted Pei Siyu, then tried to let the Ghost Soldier merge with himself.

He saw the Ghost Soldier's body slowly merge into his own body.

And as the yin energy began to invade his body, beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Lou Qinghe only felt his brain was empty and ethereal; between the dark and the void, his body became light.

His consciousness gradually became blurred, and he could only vaguely remember those few familiar auras.

Pei Siyu sat on the side, tired and nervous, which made her expression somewhat dazed.

It was unknown how much time had passed when a rustling sound came from the distance.

The sound was subtle, almost inaudible.

"Hmm!?"

Pei Siyu opened her eyes suddenly, with a trace of coldness, her palm instinctively hugging the ancient sword in her arms, and then her body leaped toward the source of the sound.

On the other side of the hill, several black shadows rushed over.

"It's right ahead, investigated during the day, these are two Qi Refining Level 5 cultivators, kill them first, Qiu Yun will kill out from the front, and then we will meet up."

The leader held double blades in his hands, with cold light flowing on them, and his cultivation had reached the Qi Refining Level 7 realm.

"Two Qi Refining Level 5 cultivators... hehe."

The two rogue cultivators beside him sneered and charged toward the hill.

Suddenly!

A cold wind blew over, and both of them felt their bodies tremble.

"Swish!"

Then a sword light slashed from afar, directly cutting off the throats of the two.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

The two fell straight to the ground, their eyes wide open.

"What's going on!?"

The leader saw this scene and revealed a trace of doubt; how could the two of them just fall down like that?

Just as he went up to check, he suddenly felt a chill in his body.

Cold!

A feeling that was cold to the bone!

The next moment, he vaguely saw a silhouette in the dark night and instinctively dodged toward the back.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

This cold light was dodged by him, and before he could come back to his senses, another cold light hacked down heavily.

This sword light was really too fast, so fast that it was difficult for people to dodge.

"Pfft!"

The cold sword light fell, directly splitting the Qi Refining Level 7 cultivator in two, and blood stained the ground red.

Pei Siyu stroked the sword body, with no expression on her face.

On the other side of the hill.

"Tomorrow I will go and ask around; if we drag it out like this, we will die sooner or later."

Chen Ping sat on a rock, his heart made up.

Just then, more than a dozen red rays of light fell from the distance, forming a dense offensive.

"Not good!"

Chen Ping was shocked and instinctively took out a shield to block in front of him.

This was his signature magical artifact, a Second-Grade shield.

"Sizzle!"

"Sizzle!"

The cold light hit the shield and was immediately blocked, while Chen Ping floated toward the back.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Chen Ping steadied his body and shouted hurriedly.

But the next moment, more cold flying arrows fell from the sky, dense as if it were raining.

"Ah--!"

Someone was hit by an arrow; listening to the sound, it seemed to be Cao Yiming.

Soon, Gong Man's shouting came.

Before Zhao Yue, Zhao Ling, and Bai Song could gather, several black shadows charged over.

"Kill them all, not a single one can be let go!"

Suddenly, it was a scene of slaughter, falling into a mess.

Spiritual energy flew everywhere, and talismans were released as if they didn't cost money.

At this time, two more Qi Refining late-stage cultivators charged toward Chen Ping, which made him miserable.

Usually, one Qi Refining late-stage rogue cultivator was rare; I didn't expect to meet two today.

Clearly, these two were both frequent fighters with very rich combat experience.

For a time, Chen Ping could only struggle to parry.

Soon, a shrill scream came.

He saw Zhao Yue directly pierced through the waist and abdomen by a rogue cultivator, the vitality in her eyes gradually dissipating, and she fell to the ground with a thump.

"Sister!"

Zhao Ling's eyes were bloodshot, and she shouted in a lost voice.

With Zhao Yue's death, the hearts of the few people in the Mutual Aid Alliance turned cold.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Bai Song roared and took out a round bead, throwing it fiercely toward the front.

"Not good, it's a Pili Bead!" Several rogue cultivators around were terrified when they saw it.

"Boom!"

The moment the Pili Bead landed, it exploded, and two Qi Refining mid-stage rogue cultivators were directly blown to pieces, dead as dead could be.

But this Pili Bead didn't solve the crisis at all, especially for Chen Ping.

Facing the siege of two Qi Refining late-stage cultivators, his body was covered in blood, and he had already reached the point of exhaustion, staggering toward the back.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Just then, the long blade mixed with cold wind hacked toward him.

"It's over!"

Chen Ping's mind went blank, as if he could imagine the scene of his own death on the spot.

"Clang!"

At the critical moment, a ghostly cold sword light shot from afar.

"Who!?"

The Qi Refining late-stage cultivator who was repelled was terrified and hurriedly looked toward the distance.

But just at the moment of looking up.

"Swish!"

The sword light directly pierced through the throat of the Qi Refining late-stage cultivator.

"Gurgle..."

Blood gushed out, and then he fell heavily to the ground.

Everyone was stunned and looked toward the front.

It was a black mist, and there was the sound of iron chains in the black mist; apart from the cold sword light, no other existence could be seen.

This was exactly Lou Qinghe possessed by the Ghost Soldier.

"It's a sword cultivator!"

And the surviving Qi Refining late-stage cultivator only felt his hair stand on end, and his footsteps instinctively retreated toward the back.

With just one sword, he clearly knew the power of this sword cultivator.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Lou Qinghe slapped his palm, and the Qingfeng Sword flew out quickly, directly piercing through the body of the Qi Refining late-stage cultivator.

"Boom!"

The sword Qi exploded in his body, and severed limbs flew everywhere.

"Quick, run quickly!"

The remaining few Qi Refining mid-stage rogue cultivators were scared out of their wits and ran toward the distance like crazy.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle!"

The sword light shot out, and several people fell to the ground in an instant.

This scene happened extremely fast!

Making Chen Ping, Bai Song, and the others unable to come back to their senses.

After a long time, Bai Song spoke, "Senior... Senior..."

Lou Qinghe ignored Bai Song but picked up the storage bags on the ground and the Spirit Stones on the rogue cultivators.

"Not good---! The Child Ghost is coming."

Chen Ping exclaimed suddenly, his face instantly filled with fear.

Following Chen Ping's gaze, he saw the 'monster' rushing toward them, white mucous membrane spilled all over the ground, appearing extremely weird.

Lou Qinghe took a deep breath; at this moment, he was possessed by the Ghost Soldier, his cultivation had greatly advanced, and he had already reached the Qi Refining Level 8 cultivation.

It wasn't impossible to try against the monster.

Thinking of this, he gathered spiritual energy onto the Qingfeng Sword.

"Hum hum!" "Hum hum!"

With a crisp trembling sound, the Qingfeng Sword rushed toward the front.

The sword light tore through the air, turning into a stream of light, cutting open the darkness in front.

"Thump!"

The extremely hard mucous membrane was instantly pierced by the sharp sword light.

The 'monster's' body stiffened and fell heavily to the ground.

Chen Ping, Bai Song, and the others opened their mouths slightly, looking at this scene in disbelief.

By the time they came back to their senses, the expert in the black mist was already gone.

Bai Song moved his lips and said, "Who... who is this senior?"

"I'm not clear either."

Chen Ping looked at the monster lying on the ground and exclaimed, "Is this a Qi Refining late-stage sword cultivator? Truly terrifying!"

"Yiming!"

Just then, Gong Man's shouting sounded.

Several people hurriedly went over to check.

Beads of cold sweat appeared on Lou Qinghe's forehead, and he felt abnormally cold all over.

The yin energy began to backfire, making his consciousness begin to blur.

At this time, a figure appeared in front.

"Who!?"

Before he could come back to his senses, a cold light pierced through the black mist and came toward his throat.

So cold!

This cold light almost grazed his neck; as long as he was a minute slower, he might have died under that cold light.

The next moment, more sword light came, and there was even a trace of thunder mixed in the sword Qi.

Sword Qi Thunder Sound!

This was a degree that even Lou Qinghe hadn't reached.

Under this cold sword light, he hurriedly operated the Qingfeng Sword to block.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

Lou Qinghe was forced to retreat repeatedly, and at the same time, a large amount of yin energy backfired, making him feel increasingly painful.

"Kill!"

In a daze, Lou Qinghe sent out the Qingfeng Sword in his hand.

"Thump!"

The sword light surged away, and the air on both sides turned into rows of air waves.

Sword Qi Thunder Sound!

Under this huge pressure, his epiphany about the sword path went a step further.

"Hmm!?"

The person opposite was clearly somewhat surprised, and feeling the thunder of the sword edge, he retreated several steps toward the back.

Taking advantage of this gap, Lou Qinghe flew rapidly toward the distance.

The person watched the figure disappear and didn't catch up, but thought of something and rushed toward the side of the hill.

Lou Qinghe's footsteps were somewhat unsteady, feeling the yin energy invading his five viscera and six bowels; he took out a Healing Pill and put it into his mouth.

This faint sweetness dispelled the chill in his body.

He wanted to see that woman.

This was his last thought.

It was unknown how much time had passed when his footsteps became somewhat staggering, and he finally fell heavily to the ground.

Lou Qinghe only felt that he had fallen into darkness; he had wandered for a long, long time.

Vaguely, he heard a calling sound.

The sound was somewhat choked with sobs, making one's heart ache.

He slowly opened his eyes.

What came into view was that hazy veil, and through that veil, he could see red and swollen eyes.

Pei Siyu said tremblingly, "You're awake?"

"Hmm..."

Lou Qinghe touched his head, "What exactly happened?"

Pei Siyu hurriedly said, "Last night, some rogue cultivators rushed to our hill, and fighting started; I went to investigate the situation, and when I came back, you had fainted."

Hearing this, Lou Qinghe gradually remembered.

When he came back last night, he met a sword cultivator, forced 'him' back, and lost all consciousness when walking back.

Pei Siyu looked at Lou Qinghe, feeling somewhat self-blaming, and her eyes turned red again.

"It's okay."

Lou Qinghe gently patted Pei Siyu's palm.

Pei Siyu held Lou Qinghe's palm tightly and said, "It won't happen next time."

Lou Qinghe also said with a serious face, "It won't."

At this time, Bai Song walked over, "Fellow Daoist Lou is awake?"

His state looked extremely poor; his hair was messy, and his dark face actually looked somewhat pale.

Lou Qinghe asked, "Fellow Daoist Bai Song, how is the situation?"

"Sigh!"

Bai Song sighed, "In the battle last night, four Qi Refining late-stage cultivators and several Qi Refining mid-stage cultivators appeared; Cao Yiming and Fellow Daoist Zhao Yue..."

By the end, Bai Song didn't speak again.

And Lou Qinghe also stood up and looked around.

This was the top of the hill, and also the place where several people usually gathered.

Gong Man sat on the ground without spirit, his eyes hollow, and there was a corpse beside him, which was Cao Yiming's.

And on the other side, Zhao Ling was still crying while holding the corpse of her sister Zhao Yue.

In just one night, two people were lost.

You know, yesterday several people were still gathered together happily, but now there was no sound anymore.

How could this not make one sigh!?

"Where is Fellow Daoist Chen Ping?"

Lou Qinghe thought of something and asked.

Bai Song said decadently, "He went to inquire about news; if we can't enter the outer city, we will all die here."

Lou Qinghe sighed deeply, and only after a long time did he say, "I hope there is good news."

Bai Song thought of something, "Fortunately, a sword cultivator senior made a move yesterday; that senior was truly remarkable, not only killing the several rogue cultivators who sneaked up behind the thief but also solving the enemies on the hill; as many as three Qi Refining late-stage cultivators died at his hands; this senior is a true expert..."

A flash of surprise passed through Pei Siyu's eyes.

After hearing this, Lou Qinghe furrowed his brows and couldn't help but say, "Three Qi Refining late-stage cultivators?"

He remembered only killing two late-stage cultivators, and he hadn't killed the rogue cultivators behind the hill either.

Could it be that person!?

He couldn't help but think of the sword cultivator he fought against last night.

It was just that he hadn't seen that person's appearance clearly.

Bai Song lowered his head and sighed, "If this senior were here, it would be great, but unfortunately, he disappeared after last night."

Lou Qinghe pondered for a moment, and without any clue, he sat cross-legged to check his body.

At this moment, the cold yin energy in his body gradually dissipated, and with the repair of the Healing Pill, there would be no major problems after resting for a few days.

During this time, Pei Siyu sat by his side without leaving a step.

Unknowingly, it was noon.

Chen Ping ran from the distance with a face full of ecstasy, "Good news, great good news, we have a chance to enter the outer city."

Immediately, several people hurriedly stood up and looked over.