Chapter 306: Why Not Use the Cheat?

Although that's what they say, it's mostly just talk.

Feng Xue had considered using firearms, but first, his carrying capacity was limited; compared to guns, items like fish cakes, food/medicine synthesis units, various drones, pre-civilization electronics, and magical materials such as gold and jade that could serve as hard currency were clearly more cost-effective.

Second, his spells were actually more practical than firearms—a fact already proven in combat against the He Xing assimilation troops; whether targeting single or multiple foes, in terms of controllability or lethality, spells outperformed firearms, not to mention his high mana pool.

As for these ninja who carried bombs and hand grenades and blew themselves up at the slightest provocation, Feng Xue had long lost interest in lingering; the ground was now alive with Yin Lei, churning like sentient mud—each clump was a mass of magical energy, inherently incapable of harming inanimate objects.

But that was only when Feng Xue had no such intention; as his destructive urge surged, the wooden floor began to rot, paper doors turned mottled, hidden lights flickered, and the once-classical Japanese-style mansion instantly transformed into a horror-film setting.

"Bang!"

"Duang—"

A sound of thunder and wind came, Feng Xue raised his arm, felt a sharp pain, and upon closer look, saw a dog's head biting his arm.

"Inu-gami?"

Though in his past life's anime, Inu-gami were often depicted as loyal, reliable yokai resembling dogs, as a struggling writer, he knew this was a cruelly cultivated, vicious shikigami born of ritual.

Its malevolent spirit, devoid of any aura, would never release its grip once it bit—and this was often a prerequisite for certain sorceries.

"Zzzzz!" Cyan-white Lei Guang exploded across Feng Xue's body; the Inu-gami's spirit trembled and frayed, yet refused to let go, and as the dog's head twisted, Feng Xue's Wang Qi technique caught dozens of "fine threads."

"After Inu-gami comes Kan-ko? That's a classic combo—but why not use Iri-suzume? Isn't that faster?" Feng Xue muttered, directly channeling power to Seeing Mo Ying.

Against living beings of the material world, Seeing Mo Ying's strength was mental interference—but as a ghost, Feng Xue's Yuan Qi wasn't wasted on her!

The cute mochi ball grew in the wind, transforming into a classical-style young woman, every gesture exuding refined elegance—until the next instant, she shattered it herself: with one hand, she snatched the whirling Kan-ko threads, squeezed and kneaded them into matchbox-sized balls, then pressed her left hand onto the dog's head gripping Feng Xue's arm, wrenched it backward with brute force—the dog's jaws, locked tight, couldn't resist her strength and bent nearly two hundred degrees; then Seeing Mo Ying shoved the Kan-ko balls into the dog's mouth, slammed it shut, kneaded again with crunching sounds, and finally compressed the melon-sized dog head into a ping-pong ball.

Feng Xue stared, dumbfounded; Seeing Mo Ying noticed his gaze and rolled her eyes.

"These things are trivial to handle—why all the theatrics?"

"You really do handle them… literally."

Feng Xue pulled out a jade gourd, shook it at the ball without even uttering a spell-word—Seeing Mo Ying immediately shoved it inside.

"That's gonna look totally uncool."

Feng Xue sighed; using the gourd to capture people looked cool, but if you first sent out a beautiful girl to crush the enemy into a ball, then stuffed it in, it was just absurd.

"Who cares? No one's watching anyway." Seeing Mo Ying reverted to her mochi form and flew into Feng Xue's sleeve; he rolled his eyes, too drained to argue.

But as Feng Xue and Seeing Mo Ying bickered, the Yin Lei didn't idle—the black mud, seeping everywhere, had filled the entire mansion and continued spreading through rat holes and other crevices.

Yet Yin Lei wasn't omnipotent; due to its extreme corrosiveness, Feng Xue couldn't attach his consciousness to it—otherwise he wouldn't have flooded the mansion with magical energy and still not located the main target.

"I already know." Xiao Lingdang suddenly spoke, and instantly a floor plan of the room unfolded in his mind, a red line tracing the path forward, pinpointing the shikigami's connection point.

"It's time to end this."

Feng Xue maintained his usual style, advancing straight ahead; the mansion, already ruined by Yin Lei, was so shattered that even a child could break through any wall.

With the target just one wall away, Feng Xue didn't kick the door—he extended his over-the-shoulder viewpoint into the room.

The viewpoint, two meters from his brow, passed through the wall, revealing the interior of the Japanese-style room.

The electricity had been fried by Yin Lei, leaving the room dim; the tatami floor was slightly messy, covered in dust as if long uncleaned; against the eastern wall stood an offering table with incense and candles, but no spirit shrine.

"No one? A decoy?" Feng Xue didn't doubt Xiao Lingdang—he just figured the opponent had realized he was tracked while chasing, so feigning ignorance was logical.

But he was someone with a cheat—Guan Tian Shou activated instantly; three strings of lifespan numbers appeared before his eyes.

"Two thirty-year lifespans, one forty-year—barely any longevity for cultivators!"

Feng Xue muttered, and his Rasengan suddenly turned black; infused with Yin Lei, the ball emitted mournful whimpers as he tossed it toward the hidden target in the corner.

"Shhh!"

A short blade stabbed out from the left wall the instant Feng Xue attacked; the black-clad ninja carried a strange aura, a mix of ghostly and demonic energy.

But the ninja, whose position had already been exposed by his lifespan, had no chance for ambush—before his blade even reached its highest point, his heart was already charred by thunderfire.

Before the last one could appear, blades of thunderfire coalesced behind him, compressed flames and wild lightning condensed into three-foot-long swords, all piercing toward the final lifespan.

But…

"Pfft…"

A flatulent muffled sound echoed in the room, like a switch being triggered—the thunderfire blades instantly extinguished, and only then did Feng Xue realize—

The dusty room had no Yin Lei at all!

"Now this is starting to get interesting!"

(End of Chapter)