Chapter 303: You Come, I Go

"Be careful, yes, hold it steady..."

Before the altar, Feng Xue and Liu Yunxi worked together to stuff the lantern ghost into a drone, muttering under their breath as they did so.

Compared to the previous cursing, this time he was clearly far more cautious, and the reason was simple.

The earlier curse never expected to kill outright—it was meant to be noticed; now, it was meant to go unnoticed.

Fortunately, demonic power suppressed ghostly energy comprehensively; as long as Liu Yunxi was careful, no flaws would show.

Even if a flaw slipped through, the target far away might not detect it instantly—but Feng Xue held grudges, so even the slightest chance of escape had to be erased.

A speck of golden light fell into the drone; Feng Xue immediately flipped the switch. The small drone from the previous civilization slowly rose under Xiao Ling's control, spinning like a bee.

The traditional method would've been to use a Kongming lantern, but the problem with Kongming lanterns is they're too conspicuous—on a pitch-black night, if you look up and see a lantern drifting overhead, anyone with even basic occult knowledge knows what's going on.

In contrast, drones are far better: small in size, no light needed, equipped with cameras, no need to chase after them—yet the only issue is that making a drone move as nimbly as a Kongming lantern isn't easy. Ghosts can easily alter a Kongming lantern's direction because it's only affected by wind and warm-air lift; drones require high stability, and a weak spirit servant clearly can't disrupt that stability.

For this, Xiao Ling must provide external support: channeling the Goddess's power to strengthen the spirit servant, and using cyber-awakening techniques to deliberately reduce the drone's stability, rhythmically shutting down its propellers to keep it in a vulnerable state.

The drone wobbled out the window; Feng Xue opened his laptop. Though this world had no signal towers, Xiao Ling's cyber-deity belief network worked better than any tower—even though Feng Xue hadn't yet figured out how to turn magical power into faith energy, converting faith energy into electrical signals was well within the capabilities of this world's technology.

Night scenery appeared on the screen; Feng Xue exhaled in relief, quietly waiting for the spirit servant to find its master.

But at that moment, Seeing Mo Ying suddenly said:

"Someone's entered the alley!"

"Emergency case?" Feng Xue's first thought was someone had come for medical help at this hour, but he immediately realized it wasn't—Seeing Mo Ying's words confirmed his suspicion:

"No, ordinary people wouldn't notice a ghost wall. Even though we never activated the disorientation effect, they still carefully avoided it—they came prepared."

Out of habit from He Zujie, the alley where Feng Xue lived was always wrapped in a ghost wall, but normally it only served as a filter, keeping out passersby without medical needs.

Only someone as extravagant as Seeing Mo Ying, who ate and drank nonstop, could afford such an arrangement—but the enemy clearly hadn't imagined anyone could be this lavish, and naturally assumed the ghost wall was specifically meant to block them.

"Tch, looks like the other side isn't planning to sit idle either!"

Feng Xue's lips curled as he strode straight to the door. Fighting inside the house was always disadvantageous—better to settle it in the alley.

"Seeing Mo Ying, full-power illusion!"

"Got it!" With Feng Xue's magical power supporting her, Seeing Mo Ying's force, which had blanketed the entire alley, instantly activated. The ghost wall rapidly expanded, completely filling the alley with its vast illusion.

All living things in the alley were forcibly dragged into an ink-wash world, and Feng Xue stepped out the door at that moment.

"Ssshh!"

A sharp gust struck; Feng Xue was surprised, but not greatly—Liu Yunxi reacted first, kicking the approaching figure away with one foot.

"Feels off." Liu Yunxi flexed her ankle, tone peculiar. Feng Xue waved his hand:

"Just dirty things—don't touch them. Leave it to me."

Without waiting for Liu Yunxi's reply, he pointed his finger—a thunderfire sword slashed out, striking the attacker's body.

But to Feng Xue's surprise, the thunderfire sword, capable of slicing through steel, struck the opponent and emitted only a sound like a hot iron searing pigskin—then stopped dead. The man even reached out to grab the blade's edge, clearly suffering nothing more than superficial wounds.

"What kind of protective cursing method is this?"

……

In the dim room, the Divine Lord watched as a figure formed from the incense ash slowly crawled out of the censer, its sickly pale face twisting into a venomous smile. He flicked his finger—the white mist coiled around the Wu Shidao sank into the ash figure, causing the once-ash-built form to swell, becoming cloudlike and unstable.

At that moment, a streak of Lei Guang erupted from the ash figure. The Divine Lord formed a seal, channeling magical power from his fingertip into the ash figure. White light flared across its surface, repelling the thunderfire energy.

"Hmph, strong thunder art—but if that's all you've got, then surrender quietly!" The Divine Lord's face darkened, the red mark on his neck looking even more grotesque.

The ash figure on the table writhed as if in combat, flailing limbs, leaping like a waterfall, while all manner of injuries flickered across its form.

The Divine Lord's focus was intense. He pressed two fingers together before the ash figure, and as magical power flowed, one after another Talisman and Spell were driven into its body.

……

"What's going on with this guy?" Feng Xue stared at the masked figure, drowned in dark lightning yet seemingly unaffected, feeling utterly baffled. If you say he's strong, he's easily controlled; if you say he's weak, every lethal spell hits him like a scratch—like a magic-immune monster, only physical damage from spell effects registers.

"Feels like a zombie." Liu Yunxi also muttered, picking up a stone to throw at him—but Feng Xue's temper flared, stopping her with a hand gesture:

"Since he wants to duel in magic, we'll settle it with magic." Saying this, Feng Xue suddenly pulled out a handful of mung bean powder and flung it forward. The powder grew instantly in the wind, transforming into fifty dragon-headed soldiers—this was the method of "Scattering Beans to Form Soldiers," but unlike traditional Daoist versions that summoned heavenly troops, this technique used the witch-shaman's ritual method, awakening the bean powder with Kitara's faith energy. The resulting soldiers could barely be called "Dragon Tooth Soldiers."

"Attack!"

……

"Dao-bing technique?" The Divine Lord saw the ash figure suddenly show signs of being hacked to death by countless blades. He immediately pulled a Talisman from his waistband. From it flew a Japanese demon with blue face and fangs, diving into the ash figure. The black-clad man, now surrounded by Dao-bing, suddenly swelled...

(End of Chapter)