Chapter 326: Daisilis Is Still Riding to Catch Up

How did that guy manage to teleport that far? It’s almost like the Enforcement Bureau’s beacon teleportation!

In the temporal rift, Daisilis galloped furiously on her little white horse (Radiant Divine Steed), staring at the coordinate spanning nearly the entire district—her clever mind was already reeling.

But even more absurd was that while she was still running, the readings began spiking wildly again—not just the Exile Realm, but the world connected to it was fluctuating too.

Though these fluctuations were merely estimates—indicating “consequences that would occur if no action was taken”—they still sent chills down Daisilis’s spine.

Yaozhidao ， Liufangzhidilianjiedekeshizuijizhundechangguikejiweimian ， Xinxiliudonglianzijizhezhonggangbiyedeshenlingxiaqudouhuiyinqijudawenluan ， Zhezhongshijiejibenbuhuichuxianmowang ， Daduoshibeitianjiedangyongzhejidilaiyongde 。

Xianzaizhezhongdifangchulewenti ， Zijijiusuanxiangguandouguanbuliaoa ！

Gengjuewangdeshi ， Zaitazhongyukuaguobangedaqu ， Nenggoubuzhuodaoxinbiaosuozaishijiexinhaoshi ， Quefaxiannabiandedushuyekaishizhale ！

「 Zherenpabushigemoshenzhuanshengdeba ？ Zhecaiduojiua ？」 Dailisizhijuedezijiqiantuwuliang ， Xianzaiyijingbushidangbudangpingzhangdashengdeshiqingle ， Shizijihuibuhuibeipansixingdewentile ！

Bieguanshishishigeshenmeqingkuang ， Jiuxianzaidejilu ， Tuotuohuibeidangchengxiezhumoshentaoliliufangzhidi ， Shenzhihaidaozhileyigechangguikejishijiedebaozou ， Houxuyingxianggengshibuzhidaoyaoduoshao ， Zheshuzuibingfaxialai ， Nengbuzhutajiuzudoushitianjielvfadeyouyuexingle ！

Yishidaoshiqingdexingzhichedibianlededailisiyonglihuiwujiangsheng ， Guanghuishenjuqueshiyaofengle ， Benshenzaishikongjiafengpaojiuhenkunnan ， Ninhaixiangkuai ， Fashengdianmahuo 、 Chehuoshadeyejiubale ， Wanyizhuangzaimougeyakongjianshengmingshenshang ， Ninbuxianghuowohaixianghuoa ！

……

「 Peng ！」

In a dimly lit room, as a burst of electric arcs flickered, the straw effigy shattered into pieces, and the threads stretched to their limit snapped like steel cables, lashing wildly in all directions.

Seated before the altar, a man clad in a haori jerked backward as a red thread sliced across his brow, leaving a shallow bloody gash.

“No wonder you’re the master who saw through our Kiku-Ichiha’s century-long scheme—truly extraordinary!”

The man formed a seal with both hands, letting out a low, cold snort from his nose; the shattered effigy burst into flames and instantly turned to ash.

He divided the ash into three portions: one placed at the center of the altar, one scattered into the incense burner, and the last wrapped in a white talisman paper, folded into a triangle.

“Ichiro!”

“My lord, I am here.” From the shadows, a ninja in dark gray nightwear suddenly appeared, kneeling on one knee, awaiting orders. The man handed him the triangular talisman.

“Give it to No. 3. Have him carry it on his person.”

“Hai!”

The ninja vanished back into the shadows, yet the man still frowned—even across half the city, he could still see the imprint in the sky—

“Such immense thunder cultivation—why did he arrive in Port City precisely now? Is this what the Central Lands call a human calamity? Is this the Heavenly Dao’s (human spiritual mechanism—just different terminology) retaliation?”

Thinking of this, he pulled a katana from beneath the table and placed it atop the offering altar, directly above the incense burner filled with one-third of the ash.

Thin tendrils of blue smoke twisted together, and the blade’s surface, once rippling like water, now shimmered with a thin veil of white radiance.

……

On the other side, Feng Xue returned to the clinic after handing the corpse over to local cultivators, first lighting three incense sticks for Su’e Huiye, Xiao Lingdang, and King Ghidorah, then proceeded to tidy up Mo Ying.

This spirit ghost appeared gentle and virtuous, but in truth was a mischievous little girl—give her an inch and she’d take a mile. Sometimes Feng Xue suspected she enjoyed being scolded, deliberately provoking him. He had no idea what kind of twisted noblewoman template her personality was modeled after.

“Wash your hands and eat!” As Mo Ying shrieked under Feng Xue’s spankings, Liu Yunxi’s voice carried in with the scent of dinner; Feng Xue immediately dropped the mochi ball he was holding and sat down for his evening meal.

Only after eating nearly his fill did Liu Yunxi speak up:

“Did you deal with the assassin?”

Feng Xue nodded. “Yeah, not a strong one, but there’ll definitely be more coming. Stay cautious for now.”

“I know. When you chased after the assassin, two little ghostly messengers followed—didn’t know which side they were from, so I detained them.”

Looking at the two ghostly orbs Liu Yunxi pulled out, Feng Xue grew curious—they resembled the ghostly flames Deng Niangniang had summoned, yet upon closer inspection, felt subtly different.

“You can actually catch these things?” Feng Xue was surprised by Liu Yunxi’s occasional displays of skill. She rolled her eyes.

“Didn’t I tell you long ago? Yin energy suppresses ghostly entities. With nearly two centuries of cultivation, I might not overpower a red-dress vengeful ghost, but these little spirits? Child’s play.”

“Oh yeah, you did mention that.” Feng Xue laughed it off, then turned his attention to the two ghostly flames. They felt like spirit ghosts, but in purity and strength, they were leagues below Mo Ying.

Worried they might have been sent by some elder to avoid accidents, Feng Xue didn’t destroy them outright. After a moment’s thought, he pulled a pen from his pocket and began drawing a talisman.

Though drawing talismans with a pen sounds absurd, unlike ink-brushes requiring freshly mixed ink, pens let him use pre-filled ink—efficiency soared by more than a factor of ten.

A summoning talisman was quickly completed. Feng Xue usually just shouted and Little Lingdang would possess him, but to prevent strange entities from hijacking the ritual, he’d studied summoning protocols deeply—plus the shamanic techniques he’d learned from Old Li—making this one of his few mastered talismans.

He pinched his fingers, ignited a spark with the Fire Invocation, fully burning the talisman. As the summoning force linked with the ghostly flames, Feng Xue clearly had no intention of summoning himself—he pulled out a paper doll used for body substitution, tapped it with his fingertip, and the flame, as if drawn by invisible threads, drifted toward the doll.

Yet the paper doll, though seemingly highly flammable, showed no sign of burning. Instead, under the infusion of his cultivation energy, its form faintly took shape…

(End of Chapter)