Chapter 307: Mo Ying Can Hit Back

In the instant the Thunderfire Sword vanished, Feng Xue feigned retreat, but how could the Divine Master let him leave after sensing the hidden setup in advance?

The paper doors around him collapsed at once; dust inside the room was whipped up by a sinister wind, and red threads shot out with the smoke, as if weaving a vast blood-red net.

As the smoke spread, Feng Xue felt both the Call Lightning Spell and the Spirit-Control Spell freeze solid; panic flashed across his face, he activated the Divine Step Spell, preparing to withdraw temporarily.

Seeing this, the Divine Master grew intensely agitated; black qi surged from his body, vaguely taking the shape of a Japanese samurai armor, and as he moved, his posture shifted—two arms seemed to extend from his shoulders, grasping his sword, and in a flash of blade-light, a silvery cutting line appeared before Feng Xue.

Feng Xue, retreating in panic, was instantly split in two—but before the Divine Master could step forward to inspect, the figure dissolved into a paper doll cut cleanly in two pieces.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound exploded as a spherical shield shattered inch by inch; though there was no direct contact, the Divine Master retreated three meters away, yet his immediate pursuit was blocked by the sharp blade's glow.

Seeing his feigned weakness fail, Feng Xue wasn't in a hurry; though he'd relied mostly on Thunder Arts, it was only because they usually sufficed to resolve matters.

Now that Thunder Arts were neutralized, Feng Xue casually pulled a Transform Lightning Spell from his belt, then shoved the Call Fire Spell into it.

A new spell circuit reactivated: Divine Step fused with Call Fire—another perfect combination!

"Three Pure Flames!"

He shouted a fearsome spell name aloud, flinging out an orange-red flame that grew instantly in the wind, igniting every connected red thread.

Seeing this, the Divine Master was terrified; his phantom arms swung the Wu Shidao forward for close combat, while his original arms rapidly pulled out talismans, summoning new spirit servants.

A strange spirit, seemingly stitched together from a frog and a turtle, burst from the talisman; a pipe somewhere ruptured, spewing water at pressure far exceeding the limit of civilian plumbing in this era.

Yet Feng Xue's "Three Pure Flames" was no empty boast—it was directly copied from the Three Pure Flames talisman on the game world's player skill tree.

Ordinary tap water clearly couldn't extinguish this fire; instead, it produced thick smoke that obscured vision. The lightweight exoskeleton's collar extended synchronously, becoming a respirator that covered half of Feng Xue's face.

He shut his eyes firmly, judging the Divine Master's position through the over-the-shoulder view and the infrared vision provided by Xiao Lingdang, then reached out and drew forth an ice sword from within the mist and smoke.

"Cough… cough…"

The thick smoke from the Three Pure Flames choked the Divine Master, but he knew this was a matter of life and death; he surrendered most of his body to his primary spirit servant, retaining control only over his hands, frantically pulling out talismans to fight the fire and smoke.

The warrior spirit servant, now controlling his body, paid no mind to the smoke; its spiritual vision clearly detected Feng Xue's living aura. The Wu Shidao, specially forged to counter Feng Xue, was raised high—and a single overhead slash tore through the smoke between them.

The ice blade, coated in a luminous jade-like sheen, was Feng Xue's third strongest skill after Thunder Arts and Spirit Control; his cultivation of the Jade-Unlocking Method surpassed even his Body Double survival technique.

The ice sword, carved like Bai Yu, was thrust forward with perfect precision by Xiao Lingdang's calculations, anticipating the spirit servant's blade and meeting its spine; the blade's edge twisted, its force reduced to less than thirty percent, and the ice sword, sliding past the blade, severed the wrist in an instant.

Fortunately, the arms wielding the sword were spiritual forms; after the cut, new arms immediately reformed to grip the hilt.

Yet Feng Xue never intended to win by swordplay; with only inches between them now, he suddenly opened himself completely, exposing a fatal gap.

The Three Pure Flames had utterly burned the red threads used to form the barrier, and at this moment, Mo Ying materialized before Feng Xue.

"What a delicate female ghost!" The warrior spirit servant, as the Divine Master's primary spirit, had regained full sentience and was about to voice his chauvinistic samurai soul—when his head snapped sideways, violently yanked out of the Divine Master's body by a single slap.

"So tough, huh? Seal spirits, huh? Lock them in the dark room, huh? Targeting me, huh?"

The Divine Master helplessly watched the seemingly frail female ghost pick up his primary spirit servant and slap it repeatedly, dragging it from his body—but he had no time to care anymore, for the instant the spirit left, Feng Xue's jade sword pierced his body.

Intense cold froze blood flow and stripped away all warmth of life in an instant.

The Divine Master's naturally pale body suddenly frosted over, while thick black qi surged wildly.

"Oh wow, you've got a death cry, huh?"

Feng Xue, who thought he'd already won, frowned and yanked Mo Ying back—but what happened next once again surprised him.

It wasn't a death cry—it was countless talismans igniting spontaneously without fire.

In the sealed space thick with smoke and steam, those talismans burned with pale blue soul-fire, and spirit after spirit emerged, tearing at the Divine Master's frozen body.

"Spirit servant backlash?" Feng Xue understood what was happening, but he had no intention of standing idle; if he wanted to kill, he could've just dropped a Great Five Elements Thunder or a Gravity Ray on the house—but since he'd only frozen him, he clearly intended to extract something valuable.

Thinking this, Feng Xue pulled out the Bai Yu gourd again, then paused and said:

"Mo Ying, shove them all in!"

"Now you know to just shove them in?" Mo Ying revealed her mischievous side, smirking with a raised eyebrow as she crushed each spirit tearing at the "ice sculpture," squeezing and flattening them one by one.

Feng Xue, recognizing she was busy, ignored her antics and said:

"I know when to prioritize efficiency."

With that, he extinguished the Three Pure Flames, reversed the Divine Step Spell, and a strong wind surged, blowing away all smoke and ash.

Mo Ying had grown terrifyingly skilled at handling spirits; each spirit, radiating heavy resentment, was subdued without need for additional seals, obediently crawling into the Bai Yu gourd without even daring to peek out a tiny claw.

Feng Xue couldn't help feeling a pang of guilt for turning a female ghost who cherished ink-wash painting into this—yet the thought lasted less than a second before he shrugged it off—

Why care so much? As long as she's soft and cute in front of me, that's all that matters!

(End of Chapter)