Chapter 491

Heavenly Emperor, Earthly Emperor, unleash thousands of catties and myriad ghosts, hard to defend against... Wu Fei's movement was very fast, but my reaction was also not slow; when this nameless evil ghost lunged at me, I had already chanted the incantation of the Thousand-Catty Weight.

The Thousand-Catty Binding Ghost, soul flies and spirit scatters. This technique is a Daoist Sect martial art, also the famed signature skill of Master Yu Tai, its power can be imagined. After many days of cultivation, the Thousand-Catty Technique shines forth again at this moment.

The flower character was slapped onto the evil brute's forehead; he instantly howled and flew backward. Then, under Wu Fei's astonished gaze, like a wall that has endured wind and rain for years and begun to rot, his body started to crumble piece by piece like broken bricks, finally unable to withstand the pressure, turning into fragments.

While Wu Fei was still dazed, I rushed forward, legs dragging on the ground, about to draw a talisman circle to encircle these ghosts. But Wu Fei's reaction was also swift; almost as I was about to finish drawing this formation circle, he waved his command flag and quickly summoned back the remaining troops.

The famed signature skill of the Yu lineage, I really underestimated you. Wu Fei gazed at me, the corner of his mouth curling into an arc, laughing inexplicably: "But even if you know the Thousand-Catty Weight, so what? You're still going to die."

Not necessarily… perhaps it's you who will die! I returned a cold sneer, preparing to overlay another flower character on my palm to enhance the power of the Thousand-Catty Martial Art, then in one breath annihilate Wu Fei.

But as soon as I raised my palm, I quickly noticed something was off. My hand, indeed my entire body, could not move. It seemed like an instant, as if a tendon somewhere in my body had been plucked, and then my whole body began to go numb, like a immobilized stake, even my toes couldn't budge.

I stared at Wu Fei in astonishment, my eyes filled with undisguisable shock. I wanted to speak, but found my mouth wouldn't move; I could only wiggle my tongue inside my mouth, producing only uh-uh ah-ah sounds.

Quite surprised, huh? Wu Fei's gaze was cold and dark, he stepped toward me one step at a time. He looked at the command flag at my waist, his eyes full of contempt: "A command flag will always be just a command flag; it can never compare to the Slaughter God Flag."

Wu Fei's arrogant demeanor made me want to step on him and grind him into the ground, but I, in my current state, couldn't move at all. The only sensation I could feel was numbness, like when one sits too long and the legs start to feel sore, numb, and cramp.

Why on earth is this happening? In my memory, I don't recall such a technique; even the Immobilizing Root Technique cannot silently curse someone to immobilize them.

I racked my brains but couldn't figure it out, while Wu Fei seemed to see through my confusion. Under my doubtful gaze, he gave a half-contemptuous, half-regretful chuckle: "You're strange—wondering when you were hit by the spell, and when I laid the curse, right?"

Although I couldn't speak, the longing in my eyes already conveyed my urgency. Perhaps Wu Fei understood my gaze; not long after, he chuckled and told me, 'This is one of the marvelous uses of the Slaughter God Flag.' He sneered at me: 'How shameful that you, as a successor of both lineages of the Yin Mountain, don't even know this wonderful technique of the Slaughter God Flag.'

He swayed the black-and-white dual Slaughter Flags, his eyes blazing with barely concealed fervor. At first I was also puzzled, but when I saw the two figurine patterns on the Slaughter God Flag, especially those eerie eyes on the figurines, I began to understand a little.

Those two eyes must be the cause of my immobilization. The Yin Mountain's Soul-Capturing Technique confuses people through the eyes. If nothing unexpected, Wu Fei had already painted a similar soul-capturing technique onto the Slaughter God Flag; in the heat of battle, taking advantage of an opening, he could cast the curse via the flag. Such a technique needs no preparation or chanting; it can afflict someone silently and invisibly, leaving one utterly defenseless. Who would think that the weapon held by an opponent could bear a spell inscribed upon it?

Wu Fei now resembled a madman, berating me to my face one moment, then acting like a lunatic, laughing and crying the next. I couldn't make out his exact words, because at this moment I was racking my brains for a strategy to escape.

Alright, after talking this long, it's time to do something. As fellow disciples, I'll try to let you die swiftly." Wu Fei sighed, raised his palm, preparing to strike my crown. I clenched my teeth, exerted all my strength, but no matter how hard I tried, everything was in vain. I could only watch helplessly as his palm slowly approached me; the shadow of death once again shrouded my heart. At this moment, I once again set foot into the Gates of Hell.

"Stop!" Just as Wu Fei's palm was less than a centimeter from my crown, a loud shout suddenly rang out from the air. My heart leapt; I opened my tightly shut eyes. That voice was very familiar to me—it was QingSongShu.

Wu Fei furrowed his brows, turned toward the source of the sound. QingSongShu was still some distance away, merely running this way; Wu Fei hesitated not, waving the Slaughter God Flag to summon two evil ghosts that lunged at QingSongShu.

Due to the angle, I couldn't clearly see QingSongShu's battle against those two evil ghosts. Yet even while stiff, I heard the ghosts' howls. At the same time, Wu Fei, standing before me, showed an expression of extreme surprise; almost instantly, he unhesitatingly retracted his command flag and swiftly retreated. As he retreated, he rapidly formed the Seal Finger signs and chanted the incantation.

I recognized the Seal Finger signs he was making—they were the hand seal for commanding and dispatching the Five Ghosts of the Funeral Bier. What was Wu Fei doing? I was puzzled, but soon I had the answer.

A thunderous boom came from behind, like the sound of a heavy object striking. Wu Fei vanished from the corner of my eye in that instant, disappearing without a trace.

Although my body was immobilized and I couldn't see behind me, by reasoning I guessed that Wu Fei had abandoned the cart to protect the driver, using the moment the silver coffin struck QingSongShu to make his escape.

About half a minute after the boom, I saw QingSongShu's tense face. He chanted the divine decree, patted my body, and released me from the immobilization spell.

I drew a deep breath, my body went limp, and QingSongShu instinctively grabbed me to steady him, asking, "Are you alright?"

I shook my head, said I was fine. Then, looking in the direction Wu Fei fled, I told QingSongShu: "Uncle, that scrawny kid just now is also a disciple of the Yin Mountain; he intended to lure the earth dragon to destroy the Yang family's ancestral feng shui grounds. Moreover, this Wu Fei kid isn't the mastermind—he's merely a pawn following orders."

QingSongShu grunted, solemn: "Looks like those who intend to harm the Yang family are no simple bunch. By the way, Xiaoqiang—why isn't he with you?"

QingSongShu looked at me, asking where Xiaoqiang had gone. Only then did I suddenly recall that Pangzi was still fighting with that little vixen Han Duo. I hurriedly led QingSongShu over to where we were.

After taking half a step, I turned back anxiously to ask QingSongShu: "Uncle, if we two leave, will anyone else come to destroy the Yang family's ancestral grave?"

That's right, you stay here and guard it! I'll go check." QingSongShu prepared to go alone.

I waved my hand: "Forget it, uncle, you stay here. I know the way; I'll go help Pangzi." Having said that, he took his command flag and ran toward Pangzi and Han Duo's direction.

I had thought Pangzi and Han Duo were still engaged in a fierce battle, but when I arrived, all I saw was Pangzi sitting on a large stone, head ash-covered and face grim, his clothes torn in several places, as if scorched by fire.

Pangzi's state left me baffled; logically, as a fire-play expert, if anyone were to be burned, it should be him burning Han Duo—so how did he end up aflame himself?

When I asked that, Pangzi replied with a mournful face: "Forget it—Han Duo is too crafty; I just carelessly threw a fire spell, and look what happened."

I was shocked—could Han Duo possess a fire-restraining technique, or perhaps a treasure that counters fire?

Pangzi sighed, pursing his lips: "She can't even handle fire, and fire actually restrains her."

"Then how did you get burned like this? I don't feel like you set fire to Han Duo; it seems more like Han Duo is setting fire to you," I asked, bewildered.

Pangzi wore a bitter expression: "Isn't it because we're in a forest? Damn it, Han Duo lured me into throwing a fire talisman; she slyly dodged, and that fire talisman landed on the ground and ignited, didn't it?"

"Uh… that fire—how did you put it out?" I glanced around Pangzi's vicinity; it seemed there were no firefighting tools.

Pangzi sighed, his gaze deepening: "What else can we do? Just fling ourselves onto the fire and rub it hard."

I instantly understood, looking at the obvious burn holes on Pangzi's body and the patches of dark, grimy skin; I gave him a look that said, 'I get you.' One can imagine: Pangzi tossed out a fire talisman, which unintentionally ignited on the forest floor; he lunged onto the flames, desperately shuffling them about. This scene shows how hard Pangzi strove, and yet how comically amusing it is…!

Suppressing my laughter, I told Pangzi: "Let's go, QingSongShu is here too; I'll go down the mountain with you."

Pangzi rolled his eyes: "Want to laugh, huh? Go ahead and laugh. Anyway, I've lived this life with just Xiaoqiang's heart, destined to suffer endless hardship."

This time I couldn't hold back and burst out laughing. After laughing my fill, I joked with him a few more sentences, then stepped forward, helped him up, and walked down the mountain.

"Guess what I saw when I returned to the Yang family mausoleum?"

Pangzi glared at me, annoyed: "What did you see? If it wasn't a person, could it be a ghost?"

I……, you guessed right—it was indeed a ghost, and moreover a fellow disciple of the Yin Mountain.

On the way, I recounted to Pangzi the whole episode of encountering Wu Fei; after finishing, we had also reached the foot of the mountain, returning before the Yang family ancestral tomb.

That night, the three of us—Pangzi, QingSongShu, and I—kept watch before the Yang family ancestral tomb until the next daybreak, when we saw nothing unusual happening, and only then did we leave the tomb.