Chapter 310: The Human Calamity Is Back!

As the raft drew near, Feng Xue gripped the Hu Tian Yin Bag, taller than himself, as a torrent of air surged before him, blurring his vision and rapidly slowing his speed.

Yet the brief visual blindness did not impair his over-the-shoulder view; Feng Xue swiftly switched the [Lucky Strike] entry, and as the lock snapped shut, he slammed headfirst into the raft.

“I’m going to the Folk World!”

In the instant of impact, Feng Xue’s mind held only this thought—he had never before attempted to actively cross into a target world, and though he wasn’t sure it would succeed, even failure didn’t matter.

He chose the Folk World only because Old Li’s realm was high enough that he’d likely dismiss such a trivial thing, and because he possessed ample theoretical knowledge; even if he ended up in another world, as long as it had devotional power, he could still study with the little bell, Mo Ying, and Liu Yunxi.

In short, anywhere was better than being chased by that tiger-girl behind him!

The world abruptly spun, a dizzying rotation far more disorienting than spirit-transport, instantly blurring both his eyes and over-the-shoulder view.

Feng Xue endured this dual vertigo, and in moments, he stabilized again…

…

“Demon cultivator! This was a trap after all!”

Meanwhile, Miss Deng chased Feng Xue into the train station, and at a glance, she saw a man standing before her—different from Feng Xue. Though he appeared to be an ordinary mortal, even one with depleted qi and blood, at this time and place, claiming he was truly ordinary would insult one’s intelligence.

So Miss Deng simply bluffed outright.

Normally, Li Maolin would never fall for such a trick—but now, with his human calamity looming, his spirit unsettled by Feng Xue’s sudden disappearance, and this Deng girl’s presence matching his earlier divination: “[Heavenly Punishment] manifests evil, clashing with the Rat,” he hesitated, offering no rebuttal, instead flinging a cloud of yin-evil miasma.

“Miasma? This guy isn’t ordinary!” Grandpa Huiji immediately controlled Miss Deng’s body to dodge, his gray eyes flashing with sharp light:

“I wondered who it was—never expected the once-mighty Grand Master of the Three Evil Sects had sunk to this.”

Hearing these words from Miss Deng’s mouth, Li Maolin knew this could not end peacefully. Though Huiji’s power was mediocre, he was still a centuries-old spirit-immortal; recognizing him was unsurprising. Fortunately, spirit-immortals held ambiguous status, and gray immortals were the most entangled in karmic ties among the Five Immortals—killing him wouldn’t incur heavy evil karma. Outside, the Nian Beast was still delaying, and if he eliminated this rat before then, even if this girl heard his name, the Spirit-Body Separation Method would ensure she couldn’t identify him.

With this thought, Li Maolin no longer concealed himself; the earth-miasma spread, his soul—already a Grand Master two centuries ago—trembled violently, and Miss Deng saw only ghostly shadows before her.

“Soul-illusion?” Huiji sensed Miss Deng’s condition worsening. Though he now controlled her body, the weakness of spirit-mediumship lay precisely in the dissonance between spirit and flesh—if Li Maolin seized her soul, even with his vastly superior realm, Huiji could not unleash his true power.

Knowing he must fight desperately, the gray rat’s eyes darted—he cast a subterranean escape technique to flee. But Li Maolin clearly had no intention of granting him that chance; the earth-miasma surged through his corpse-puppet body, forming chains that sealed the earth veins, while ghostly energy spread, manipulating his soul via spirit-control.

He didn’t even need to expend spiritual power—merely by manipulating earth qi, he had completely blocked Huiji’s escape routes.

Yet Huiji, an ancient being who had heard the name “Grand Master,” knew full well what those three characters meant.

This subterranean technique was a ruse—he wanted Li Maolin to use this method of manipulating earth-miasma.

The Nian Beast’s roar erupted suddenly, clearly stirred by the miasma. Li Maolin sneered inwardly—the Nian Beast’s formation had been his doing; now it wanted to…

“Wrong! Damn it!” Li Maolin’s thought halted abruptly—he could command the Nian Beast to leave, but…

“Go!” Li Maolin instantly decided. The gray rat could be killed anytime, but if he got entangled with cultivators from orthodox sects, he might have to face their ancestral masters.

He was only one day away from completing his divine art—he could not afford to act impulsively here. Still, that cheap apprentice had vanished too strangely—what trick had he used?

As Li Maolin thought this, his demon cultivator instinct for survival finally overcame his impulse—he cast a teleportation technique and vanished.

“Phew…” Seeing Li Maolin retreat, Huiji exhaled deeply. Miss Deng, still dazed from breaking free of the ghostly illusions, asked:

“Grandpa Huiji, who was that just now…?”

“A demon who vanished over a hundred years ago. Back then, most assumed he was dead—never thought he was still alive…” Huiji exited the spirit-medium state, speaking with complex emotions, clearly unwilling to move. The changes in earth-miasma here were undeniable proof—if he intervened, he’d only draw suspicion.

“Then why don’t we send a signal immediately and chase him together?” Miss Deng said eagerly, as if seeing a clear opportunity. Huiji immediately jabbed her soul, and only after her cry of pain did he explain:

“Don’t underestimate the weight of the words ‘Grand Master.’ He didn’t kill us because he didn’t want to cause a commotion—otherwise, ten of me couldn’t match him. As for teamwork… facing a figure like this, if you stumble upon him, you have no choice—but no sect wants to hunt down such a one…”

“Snap!” Just as Huiji tried to explain the Grand Master realm, a sharp crack suddenly echoed.

Miss Deng instinctively turned—and saw Feng Xue reappear not far away, now dressed in far more luxurious attire, his ornaments completely different.

But more than that, what struck her most was the unmistakable devotional power reaction radiating from him.

“Has he summoned a Void God?” Miss Deng’s face darkened instantly. Though the battle had been brief, Grandpa Huiji’s repeated forced spirit-medium sessions had already severely strained her body—now, to fight Feng Xue…

“Aow!”

Feng Xue suddenly let out a shriek. Miss Deng stared—and saw a devotional power “toothpick” stuck in his buttocks.

“What’s going on?” Miss Deng felt utterly baffled. Feng Xue, however, was shaken—he hadn’t expected the tiger-girl’s attack to follow him across worlds! Though clearly weakened, he still had to guard against it—but…

“Uh, wait—who are you… Holy shit!”

Feng Xue casually tossed aside the toothpick, his expression turning serious.

Because he finally remembered—he still had an unfinished fight here!

(End of Chapter)