Chapter 332: Mo Ying Can Take a Beating

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 crimson threads shot out with the smoke, as if weaving a blood-red net.

As the smoke spread, Feng Xue felt both the Thunder Invocation and Spirit Control Spell freeze simultaneously; his face instantly twisted with panic, he activated the Divine Step Spell and prepared to withdraw temporarily.

Seeing this, the Divine Master grew wildly excited; black qi surged from his body, vaguely forming the shape of a Japanese samurai armor, and as he moved, his posture shifted—two arms seemed to sprout from his shoulders, gripping his sword. 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 half.

“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 rushed; 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 Transformation-Thunder Talisman from his belt and shoved the Fire-Initiation Talisman into it.

A new spell circuit reactivated: Divine Step + Fire-Initiation—a perfect combination!

“Three Pure Flames!”

He shouted the intimidating spell name aloud, flinging out an orange-red flame that grew instantly in the wind, igniting every crimson thread strung across the room.

Seeing this, the Divine Master panicked, waving his phantom arms with the katana as he rushed forward for close combat, while his real arms frantically pulled out more talismans to summon 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 limits of civilian plumbing of this era.

Yet Feng Xue’s “Three Pure Flames” was no empty boast—it was directly copied from the Three Pure Flames rune on a player skill tree in the game world.

Ordinary tap water clearly couldn’t extinguish this fire; instead, it produced thick smoke that obscured vision. The collar of his lightweight exoskeleton extended synchronously, becoming a breathing mask that covered half his face.

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

“Cough… cough…”

The Divine Master choked on the smoke from the Three Pure Flames, unable to breathe, yet he knew this was a matter of life or 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 heed to the smoke; its spiritual vision clearly detected Feng Xue’s living aura. The katana, specially forged to counter Feng Xue, rose high—and with a single overhead slash, the blade’s wind tore through the smoke between them.

The ice blade, crystallized into a long sword, glowed with a translucent jade-like sheen. As his third strongest skill—after Thunder Arts and Spirit Control—Feng Xue had trained his Jade-Unlocking Art even more than his Body-Switching survival technique.

The ice sword, carved like white jade, thrust forward with perfect precision as calculated by Xiao Lingdang, yet it anticipated the spirit servant’s blade, meeting its spine. The blade’s edge twisted, its force reduced to less than thirty percent; the ice sword, grazing the blade’s surface, instantly severed the wrist.

Fortunately, the arms wielding the sword were spiritual forms—this cut triggered immediate regeneration, and new arms reappeared, gripping the hilt.

But Feng Xue never intended to win through swordplay. With only inches between them now, he suddenly opened himself up completely, leaving every defense exposed.

The scorching Three Pure Flames had utterly burned the crimson threads forming the barrier, and at this moment, Mo Ying materialized before Feng Xue.

“What a delicate 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 clean out of the Divine Master’s body by a single slap.

“You’re tough, huh? Seal spirits, huh? Lock them in the dark room, huh? Targeting me, huh?”

The Divine Master watched helplessly as the seemingly frail female ghost grabbed his primary spirit servant and slapped it, one blow after another, pulling it out of his body—but he had no time to care anymore, because the moment the spirit left, Feng Xue’s jade sword pierced his body.

Intense cold froze his blood flow, stripping away all warmth of life in an instant.

The Divine Master’s already sickly pale body suddenly dusted with frost, yet thick black qi surged violently.

“Oh wow, you’ve got a death phrase too?”

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 phrase—it was countless talismans igniting spontaneously without fire.

In the sealed space thick with smoke and steam, these talismans burned with pale-blue soul-fire, and spirit forms oozed from them, tearing at the Divine Master’s frozen body.

“Spirit servants turning on him?” 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 beam on the house. Since he’d only frozen him, he clearly intended to extract something valuable.

Thinking this, Feng Xue pulled out the white jade 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 as she tilted her eyes up, then grabbed each spirit tearing at the “ice sculpture,” crushing and squeezing them into balls.

Feng Xue, noting she was already busy, ignored her and simply said:

“I know when to prioritize efficiency.”

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

Mo Ying had grown terrifyingly skilled at handling spirits—each spirit, radiating heavy resentment, was tamed utterly, needing no extra seals, quietly slipping into the white jade gourd without even daring to poke 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. But 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)