Chapter 214: Self-Cooking (Request for Monthly Passes)

The "little men" were just like those warriors.

They rose from the ground and rushed swiftly into the ranks of the Shanhe Office.

Each one attached itself to a Captain.

This was unlike the possession by vengeful spirits.

Vengeful spirits drilled directly into the flesh.

These little men, however, truly floated on the surface of the bodies.

Yet they could still complete the control.

Six Captains roared and charged out.

On the open ground before the great cauldrons, they split into two camps, three on each side, and then began to fight fiercely!

Though they had clearly already entered the path, they abandoned their abilities, drew their sidearms, and stabbed viciously into each other's chests.

The one pierced screamed in agony, yet clung to his opponent even more ruthlessly, biting open the other's throat as blood spurted out with a hiss.

In an instant, only the last one remained; he bore two knife wounds, then lifted a stone from the ground and smashed his opponent's head to pieces.

"Aaaah—!"

He howled to the sky and pounded his chest with force.

Then, staggering to his feet, he walked toward the three great cauldrons with extreme pride and honor, climbed onto one, and with a splash, jumped inside!

The broth within the cauldron boiled, his continuous screams rang out, then grew lower and lower, until he finally sank into the meat soup!

Everyone in the Shanhe Office stood with mouths agape.

The three-on-three slaughter was extremely fast.

The final "self-cooking" was too horrifying.

Even Lady Fu Shuanghui was stunned, failing to react in time to intervene.

On the cliff, the High Priest knelt, spread his arms, and raised his staff high, as if praying to the heavens or some deity.

He had offered another high-quality sacrificial offering!

The staff was raised again, circling four times above his head.

The warrior then drew eight little men on the ground, four against four!

Then the warrior began to select from among the crowd of the Shanhe Office!

A chill rose in Wei Huchen's heart: just as he had selected eight people from the villagers that morning!

Fearing what came, the warrior's gaze fell upon Wei Huchen.

Wei Huchen lunged swiftly at Lady Fu Shuanghui: "My lord, save me—"

Lady Fu Shuanghui let out a cry, carrying the momentum of a "dragon's roar," and with all her strength lifted the Tiger-Head Cleaver.

"A band of petty villains, a mantis trying to stop a chariot!

Attempting to resist the Shanhe Office, you seek death!"

As the Tiger-Head Cleaver opened, the first warrior was seized by some vast power and shoved beneath it.

Lady Fu Shuanghui was about to press down the blade.

Suddenly, the High Priest on the cliff prostrated himself, chanting in his mouth, as if praying for heavenly grace.

Lady Fu Shuanghui paid him no heed and, with a crack, beheaded that warrior!

The warrior instantly turned into countless strange lines and vanished between heaven and earth.

"First I will behead your minions, then I will behead you!"

Lady Fu Shuanghui shouted angrily.

Then, with a clack, she raised the Tiger-Head Cleaver again, targeting another warrior.

Vast power gathered between heaven and earth, beginning to seize the target.

But this time, suddenly, another equally vast power arose to oppose it!

In their urgency, they could not seize this warrior!

Lady Fu Shuanghui and the Shanhe Office crowd were greatly startled.

The Tiger-Head Cleaver was indeed not invincible.

After all, there was still the Dragon-Head Cleaver above it.

If the level of the evil spirit was too high, the Tiger-Head Cleaver could not behead it.

But that relied on the evil spirit's own power to oppose the Tiger-Head Cleaver.

This time, however, the High Priest had used some unknown "deceitful technique" and could actually withstand the Tiger-Head Cleaver's seizure.

Not only the Shanhe Office, but also Xu Yuan and the other three on the cliff were startled.

Qin Ze widened his eyes: "What is this deceitful technique? It can resist the Tiger-Head Cleaver? Then isn't that..."

The three cleavers are the sharp weapons of the Zhu Sanya for suppressing evil spirits!

Xu Yuan secretly gripped the Yin-Yang Cleaver, glanced downward, and shook his head: "It is not resistance, merely a kind of interference."

The left eye of the Yin-Yang Cleaver saw the true state of the Yang world.

The vast power seizing the warrior was affected by certain forces in its gathering.

The evil spirits in the rock paintings could control not only the power of Yin energy, but also some power resembling the "Heavenly Dao."

Xu Yuan guessed that these evil spirits might truly be remnants of certain sacrificial rituals from before ancient times.

That was why they possessed such abilities.

The number of such evil spirits was extremely scarce.

In the valley, Lady Fu Shuanghui also sensed something, yet still held the cleaver high.

The warrior was still slowly pressed down toward the blade edge by the vast power.

But the eight little figures on the ground had already chosen their targets and lunged into the Shanhe Corps crowd.

The crowd erupted into chaos!

Rank Dan Xiu spat a burst of Fu Zhong Huo from their dantian, trying to burn the little figures.

Shen Xiu released yin soldiers, attempting to grab the little figures and drag them away—or failing that, pin them onto others.

Wu Xiu roared in fury, violently forcing out their blood and qi to try to scare off the little figures.

But all were useless.

Perhaps these methods could stop the little figures, but their practitioners were not skilled enough.

The eight little figures quickly clung to their targets.

Those eight then screamed and leapt out, slashing and fighting, displaying their valor to "Heaven" to compete for the title of sacrificial offering!

Four against four took no longer than three against three.

Soon only one remained, and Lady Fu Shuanghui had just pinned the warrior beneath the Tiger Head Guillotine and severed his head with a single slash.

Lady Fu Shuanghui swiftly calculated in her mind: next would be five against five…

She grew furious, then realized she need not calculate at all—this mutual exhaustion would inevitably harm her side!

"Retreat!"

Lady Fu Shuanghui gritted her teeth and roared.

The Shanhe Corps broke and fled in panic toward the valley's exit.

But the warriors had already surrounded them.

All the warriors drew lines on the ground with their weapons.

The lines seared the earth, leaving deep grooves.

All the lines merged into one large circle.

All of the Shanhe Corps were inside it.

The foremost Shanhe Corps Captain unhesitatingly stepped forward—

The instant his body crossed the line, a hiss rang out, and his flesh and skin spontaneously peeled away from his bones!

The skeletal frame lunged forward three steps, then crackled and shattered into pieces!

Two more behind him also rushed forward—same fate!

Everyone halted in panic.

Lady Fu Shuanghui shouted: "Wei Huchen, take control of the Tiger Head Guillotine!"

Wei Huchen hastily seized it and raised the blade again.

Lady Fu Shuanghui approached the line.

She paced back and forth, but could not judge how to cross it!

She had similar techniques, but now she could only see that this malevolent art was utterly unlike hers—she had no idea how to break it!

"Kill every last one of these malevolences—their tricks will collapse on their own!" Lady Fu Shuanghui declared with apparent confidence.

The warriors had drawn ten more little figures on the ground!

Lady Fu Shuanghui bit her lip, twisted her body, and let out a hiss like a giant serpent; her body swelled, her clothes tore apart, and her lower half instantly transformed into a massive serpent tail.

Her scales were dark blue, marked with gray patterns.

Her upper body had also grown much thicker than normal.

Several raised scales appeared on her cheeks.

In this state, all her abilities surged.

Holding her short halberd, she opened her mouth and blew—fu—dark blue flames ignited upon the halberd.

The "Transformation into Dragon" method had its own fire.

The fire arose from the "Dragon Pearl."

If truly cultivated to the Upper Three Flows, this fire would become true "Dragon Fire!"

Lady Fu Shuanghui had not yet reached that level, but this fire was no ordinary thing.

She spun in place, twisting her strong body into a great bow, then released it violently—her short halberd shot forth with a whoosh, like a meteor streaking toward the cliff face!

(End of Chapter)