Chapter 301: Dalis Is Still Riding to Catch Up

"How the hell did that guy pull that off? He just teleported that far? That's almost like the Enforcement Bureau's beacon teleportation! (Note ①)"

In the temporal rift, Dailisi rode her little white horse (Radiant Divine Steed) at full gallop, staring at the coordinate spanning nearly the entire major district—her clever mind was starting to spin.

But even more absurd was that while she was still running, the readings began to spike again—not just the Exile Realm, but the world connected to it was fluctuating too.

Though this fluctuation was merely an estimate—indicating "the consequence that would occur if no action is taken"—it sent a chill down Dailisi's spine.

要知道, the Exile Realm connected to the most basic standard-tech dimension; even information flow from a newly graduated deity like herself could trigger massive chaos. Worlds like this rarely saw Demon Kings—most were used by the Heavenly Realm as warrior bases.

Now if something went wrong here, even if she wanted to intervene, she couldn't!

Even more desperate was that when she finally crossed over half the district and caught the signal from the beacon's world, she found its readings were exploding too!

"Is this guy maybe a demon god reincarnated? How long has it been?" Dailisi felt her future was utterly bleak—this wasn't about whether she'd become the Peace Settlement Great Saint anymore; it was about whether she'd be sentenced to death!

Regardless of the actual facts, the current records would definitely be interpreted as aiding a demon god's escape from the Exile Realm—and even causing a standard-tech world to go berserk. The downstream consequences were incalculable. With all these crimes combined, not executing her entire clan would be a testament to the Heavenly Realm's legal superiority!

Realizing the nature of the situation had completely changed, Dailisi whipped the reins hard—but the Radiant Divine Steed was going mad. Running through the temporal rift was already hard enough; you want it to go faster? A horse accident or carriage wreck would be bad enough, but if it collided with some subspace lifeform, you don't want to live—I still do!

…

"Boom!"

In the dim room, as a burst of electric arcs flickered, the straw doll suddenly shattered into pieces, and each thread snapped like steel cables stretched beyond limit, lashing wildly in all directions.

Seated before the altar, the man in a haori jerked backward sharply—a red thread grazed his brow, leaving a shallow cut.

"No wonder you're the master who saw through my Jiujuyi Sect's century-long plan—truly extraordinary!"

The man formed a seal with both hands, letting out a low, cold snort from his nose. The shattered straw doll burst into flames, instantly reduced to a pile of ash.

The man divided the ash into three portions: one placed at the center of the altar, one scattered into the incense burner, and the last he wrapped in a white talisman paper, folding it into a triangle.

"Ichiro!"

"My lord, I'm here." From the shadows, a ninja clad in dark gray nightwear suddenly appeared, kneeling on one knee, awaiting orders. The man handed the triangular talisman to the ninja:

"Deliver it to No. 3. Have him carry it on his person."

"Hai!"

The ninja vanished back into the shadows, but the man still frowned—even across half the city, he could still see the imprint in the sky—

"Such immense thunder cultivation—why did he arrive in Port City precisely now? Is this what the Central Lands call a human calamity? Is this the Heavenly Dao's (human spiritual mechanism—just different terminology) backlash?"

Thinking of this, he pulled a Wu Shidao from beneath the table and placed it atop the offering altar, directly above the incense burner filled with one-third of the ash.

Thin tendrils of blue smoke twisted together; the blade, once seeming to ripple like water, now shimmered with a thin veil of white radiance.

…

On the other side, after handing the corpse over to local cultivators, Feng Xue returned to the clinic, first lighting three incense sticks each for Su'e Huiye, Xiao Lingdang, and King Ghidorah, then proceeded to tidy up Seeing Mo Ying.

This spirit ghost appeared gentle and virtuous, but inside she was just a mischievous little girl—give her an inch and she'd take a mile. Sometimes Feng Xue suspected she actually enjoyed being scolded, deliberately provoking him. He had no idea what kind of twisted Young Lady personality template she was modeled after.

"Wash your hands and eat!" As Seeing Mo Ying shrieked under Feng Xue's swats, Liu Yunxi's voice carried in with the aroma of dinner. Feng Xue immediately dropped the rice cake he was holding and sat down for dinner.

Only after eating nearly his fill did Liu Yunxi speak up:

"Did you deal with the assassin?"

Feng Xue nodded. "Yeah, not a strong one, but there'll definitely be more coming. Stay cautious for now."

"I know. When you chased that assassin, two little ghostly messengers followed. I didn't know which side they were from, so I detained them."

Looking at the two ghostly orbs Liu Yunxi pulled out, Feng Xue was curious—they resembled the ghostly flames Deng's Young Lady had summoned, but upon closer inspection, they felt subtly different.

"You can actually catch these things?" Feng Xue was surprised by Liu Yunxi's occasional displays of skill. She rolled her eyes at him—

"Didn't I tell you long ago? Demon energy suppresses yin-based ghostly entities. With nearly two centuries of cultivation, I might not overpower a red-dress vengeful ghost, but these little spirits? Child's play."

"Yeah, I think you mentioned that." Feng Xue laughed it off, then turned his attention to the two ghostly flames. They felt vaguely like spirit ghosts, but in purity and strength, they were incomparably weaker than Seeing Mo Ying.

Worried they might have been sent by some elder to prevent accidents, Feng Xue didn't plan to destroy them outright. After a moment's thought, he glanced around, then pulled a pen from his pocket and began drawing a talisman.

Though drawing a talisman with a pen sounds absurd, compared to a brush that requires freshly mixed ink, the pen's advantage was clear: the ink was already prepared, ready to draw anytime—efficiency improved by more than a factor of ten.

A Summoning Spirit talisman was quickly completed. Feng Xue usually just shouted and Little Lingdang would possess him, but to avoid some strange entity hijacking the ritual, he'd studied the ceremonial protocols deeply—plus the shamanic techniques he'd learned from Old Li—making this one of his few mastered talismans.

With a flick of his fingertip, the Call Fire Spell erupted into a spark, igniting the talisman entirely. As the summoning force linked with the ghostly flames, Feng Xue clearly had no intention of summoning himself—he pulled out a paper doll used for body substitution, tapped it with his finger, and the flame, as if drawn by invisible threads, drifted toward the doll.

Yet the paper doll, though seemingly highly flammable, showed no sign of burning. Instead, under the supply of Feng Xue's magical energy, its form faintly began to take shape…

(End of Chapter)