Chapter 305: Must Fully Leverage Advantageous Range

"Huh!"

The hastily assembled ash figure suddenly scattered, the entire altar obscured by ash mixed with plant soot, yet the ritual master showed no surprise, casually tossing aside the charred talisman and spell before grasping the hilt of the Wu Shidao.

The wound that had begun to heal suddenly split open again, blood spreading along the engraved patterns on the hilt's grip, and the mist that had drifted near the blade seemed summoned—carrying the ash in the air back in a swirling tide.

The master's face was a sickly pallor, yet his eyes burned unnaturally bright, as if his soul had been fortified by some unseen power, radiating a unique aura of authority.

With a standard sheathing motion, the master stood still before the altar, as if lost in thought; meanwhile, Feng Xue glanced at the remains—now too destroyed even to bother concealing—and kicked them dismissively, sending up a cloud of dust.

Realizing it was likely inhalable particulate matter, his expression darkened; he channeled his Qi, activating an inverted Divine Step technique—whirling air currents spun around Feng Xue, utterly dispersing the ash and corpse powder, yet he did not return home, instead asking through the mental link:

"Found the target? If not, I've caught another one."

"No need—we've locked it down." Xiao Lingdang, though her persona resembled a natural black, operated with the usual reliability of an AI, projecting a route map directly into his mind.

Seeing this, Feng Xue decided against going home, simply extending his hand toward Liu Yunxi.

Seeing Feng Xue's gesture, Liu Yunxi immediately understood; the instant their hands clasped, the phrase he'd heard countless times echoed once more.

A wisp of green smoke dissipated; Feng Xue rubbed the ring, chanted a spell, and vanished from the spot.

……

"Spirit Ghost Transport? This kid really dares to use it! I remember he just arrived in Gangdu—unfamiliar with the place, and he's not afraid someone might just walk by?" Watching Feng Xue teleport himself away, the distant onlookers exchanged glances; Spirit Ghost Transport wasn't a difficult technique, but few used it for travel—only in dire straits would one teleport to a place they knew intimately.

The reason? The unpredictability of the destination.

If a person, an animal, or even a bottle carelessly discarded happened to be precisely where the teleporter materialized, it could become embedded inside their body.

But Feng Xue wasn't afraid—first, Xiao Lingdang used drones to calibrate the coordinates; second, he had pre-civilization beast medicine; third, Su'e Huiye's healing divine power made this minor risk negligible.

Regardless of what confidence Feng Xue had to employ such a method, the elders wouldn't merely stand by; though they permitted him to gain experience, Feng Xue's Liang Zi was ultimately built for Gangdu's sake, and thus the Gangdu cultivators owed him a karmic debt.

How each elder manifested their divine powers remains unmentioned; Feng Xue had already arrived at a street in Yangrenjie.

The evening of the first day of the Lunar New Year hadn't quieted the place, but Feng Xue didn't care about civilians—seeing Mo Ying was his confidence!

With the target fully locked, Feng Xue drained the Qi stored in a jade stone; under this Qi's enhancement, Seeing Mo Ying directly extended the Ghost Confusion over the entire Yangrenjie—in that instant, nearly all ordinary people were involuntarily affected, overwhelmed by an irresistible urge to return home—even shop clerks at work stayed put for various reasons.

Such a commotion couldn't possibly go unnoticed by the target, yet the target didn't emerge—Feng Xue frowned.

"Looks like he's planning a positional battle?" Feng Xue stared at the Japanese-style mansion, sneering; he instantly balanced the Qi of Three Water and Two Wood, and thick, murky, mud-like Qi dripped from his fingertips.

Drip…

Pitter-patter…

Rushing, rushing, rushing…

The dark, viscous Qi surged like a living thing toward the mansion; in an instant, a stifled groan echoed from within.

"Hah."

Letting out a light laugh, Feng Xue kicked open the courtyard gate, clearly adopting a reckless, take-the-hit-to-win stance.

He wasn't some fool who'd waste his own advantages—he had the upper hand in Qi, so he'd use it ruthlessly!

"Hah!"

A fierce roar rang out, accompanied by a sharp blade's flash; realizing further evasion meant losing any chance to strike, the hidden ninjas, as if coordinated, launched a simultaneous assault.

Yet at this moment, Feng Xue displayed remarkable close-combat ability—though lacking formal techniques, he compensated with simplicity and directness; despite being surrounded by seven or eight attackers, he moved like a butterfly through flowers, precisely evading every strike.

Xiao Lingdang's big-data simulations, combined with pre-civilization lightweight exoskeletons, gave Feng Xue an extremely high floor—anyone whose stats or mechanics couldn't exceed the exoskeleton's movement limits had no qualification to engage him in melee.

Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap…

The ninjas' attempts to intercept had zero effect; Feng Xue stepped forward calmly, taking eight steps—eight ninjas fell one after another behind him. He adjusted his collar, blew a casual whistle, and kicked open the wooden door.

In the classic Japanese corridor, paper doors and wooden floors formed a composition common in前世 Japanese films; Feng Xue didn't even need to observe—he knew from前世 experience that ambushers must lie behind every wooden panel.

But before the all-pervasive Yin Thunder, such ambushes became self-imposed traps—anyone trying to outlast him in this environment of bone-sapping, marrow-sucking Yin Thunder had to consider how long they could endure it.

"Is that all you've got? Should've just brought the Dragon Fang Troops to clear the area."

Though Feng Xue spoke dismissively, his left hand suddenly shot forward—the thin paper door pierced instantly, and a body was dragged out from behind it.

The ninja's face was as pale as a corpse; judging by his position, he'd likely stood in the Yin Thunder for over twenty seconds—Feng Xue had to admit, the man's willpower was impressive. But a ninja whose Qi had been almost entirely drained couldn't possibly match him in combat…

"Shit!"

"Boom!"

"Using a grenade? That's not even honorable!"

Amid the explosion's firelight, Feng Xue released his grip on the grenade, shaking off fragments and steel balls that hadn't fully detonated; any normal person would flee as far as possible from a grenade—but Feng Xue was different: the farther he ran, the more dangerous it became.

After all, he was wearing armor.

"At least offensive grenades can't penetrate the lightweight exoskeleton's defense." Feng Xue felt his left hand, slightly numb from the shock; he feigned indifference, but secretly regretted not securing some alien weaponry in He Zujie.

(End of Chapter)