Chapter 356: Wen Fa (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

My lord’s Dao name is “Wen Fa.”

This method is quite popular among sons of prominent clans.

As long as one captures a sufficiently powerful wraith and binds it within oneself, one gains immense combat power.

Moreover, one can combine different wraiths to eliminate weaknesses in one’s combat ability.

Prominent families possess the capability to capture various wraiths for their descendants.

But this method carries grave risks.

The more wraiths one binds within the body, the greater the chance of wraith corruption.

And since this method is ultimately a “shortcut,” its reputation among the great clans of Huaming is poor.

Those who choose this method are seen as lacking ambition.

Typically, the eldest legitimate sons in a family would never choose this method.

For instance, Fu Jingyu and Miao Yu would never cultivate this method.

My lord cultivates this method and does not require a true seed, but he needs Ghostwhisker Wood.

If “Thousand Transformations” and “Golden Cicada Sheds Its Shell” could be tattooed onto his body, his power would surge.

Moreover, he has already sold that true seed in advance.

The price satisfied him greatly.

The Sand Monster was indeed a wraith he bought at great cost specifically to counter alchemists.

The alchemist’s sword pellet is completely ineffective against this wraith.

The damage from abdominal fire is also severely limited.

The sand had already reached Xu Yuan’s feet and was about to swarm around him.

Xu Yuan stomped his feet, and the Fire Wheel rose, lifting him high into the air.

The sand, however, whooshed upward, transforming into a swirling storm of dust.

Xu Yuan, face grim, shot toward the alchemist.

Forget everything else—dare you strike my goose? I’ll kill you first!

The alchemist spat out his own sword pellet and blocked a few strikes, but it was instantly shattered by My Lord’s sword pellet.

He released another external pill, which transformed into a great cauldron, and hid himself inside.

The sword pellet carved deep grooves into the cauldron with several strikes.

A few more strikes and the cauldron would be split open.

The alchemist trembled and cried out: “My lord, save me!”

Meanwhile, the Wu Xiu beside him also gave his all, roaring: “My lord, save me!”

He had swallowed the pill the alchemist gave him, but it had no effect.

At this moment, his entire body was covered in foul sores.

He coughed incessantly, spitting out mouthfuls of black blood.

His whole body burned hot, as if on fire.

My lord gritted his teeth and lightly brushed his finger over another tattoo on his body.

A thick black mist burst forth from the tattoo.

Within the mist, three blood-red ghostly eyes floated and sank, opening and closing intermittently.

The black mist whooshed out, engulfing the alchemist and the cauldron.

Xu Yuan’s sword pellet pierced in—and instantly felt overwhelming weight; intense yin energy surged, threatening to corrupt the blade.

But Xu Yuan had already arrived swiftly, opened his mouth, and—

Six-flow abdominal fire rolled out.

The black mist let out a shrill shriek.

Abdominal fire was its perfect counter.

Moreover, Xu Yuan’s abdominal fire concealed three hairpins.

Each hairpin pierced one of the ghostly eyes.

Thick black blood oozed from the eyes; the mist instantly shrank into a clump.

Seizing the opportunity, the sword pellet stabbed through the cauldron and pierced straight through the alchemist’s forehead with a wet *plop!*

The instant the alchemist died, the cauldron clanged to the ground.

Da Fu, nearby, jumped up joyfully, slapping his large webbed feet together in the air—*pat-pat-pat!*

Good job, Fan Zhe!

My lord flew into a rage: “How dare you kill my man!”

He brushed his right hand over a spot on his left arm—a jet-black, monstrous spike erupted from a tattoo on his left forearm!

The spike was grotesque, writhing like a living thing as it coiled around his entire right arm.

Spikes grew along the arm.

At the palm’s front, a blade-like spike extended a full zhang in length.

This was the strongest wraith he had bound upon his entire body.

It had reached the fifth-flow level.

He rarely dared to use it.

Though he was a fifth-flow Fa Xiu, his entire method relied on wraiths for combat.

The more wraiths he activated, the greater the risk of wraith corruption.

A single fifth-flow spike was already his limit.

If the battle dragged on, this spike would creep upward along his arm until it eventually swallowed his entire head.

Xu Yuan had slain the alchemist and released his pent-up fury; he turned and spat a gout of fire at the swirling sandstorm.

Six-flow abdominal fire made the sandstorm wary.

Xu Yuan landed back on the ground and secretly gripped the Doghead Gold.

The sand followed, hissing as it surged toward Xu Yuan once more from the ground.

But once it entered the “stall’s” range, it suddenly could not coalesce.

The sand flowed around Xu Yuan, yet always avoided him entirely.

Like a fly without a head.

Xu Yuan gripped the Yin-Yang Guillotine, opened his Yin-Yang Eyes to examine the Sand Monster—and suddenly his heart stirred; the Pi Dan instantly flew out and spread itself behind his head.

A jet-black spike suddenly pierced the air.

Straight for Xu Yuan’s occiput.

The spike was blocked by the Pi Dan.

The spike struck repeatedly; though it failed to pierce the Pi Dan, it drove two chi deep into its surface.

Xu Yuan withdrew swiftly, and the Pi Dan retreated with him.

The spike vanished into thin air.

My lord’s face darkened as he stared fixedly at Xu Yuan; then he raised his hand again.

The spike suddenly erupted from Xu Yuan’s left waist.

Xu Yuan wrapped the Pi Dan around his entire body; though the strike was blocked, it still wounded My Lord.

Xu Yuan gritted his teeth, peeled the Pi Dan off his body, and wrapped it backward around the spike.

Xu Yuan seized the spike!

My lord pulled hard—the spike vanished.

The sand swirled endlessly around Xu Yuan.

The windstorm howled, obscuring Xu Yuan’s vision.

The spike kept stabbing out from the flying sand; Xu Yuan could only wrap himself in the Pi Dan again, defending passively.

Xu Yuan gripped the Yin-Yang Guillotine, his vision splitting in two.

He closed his left eye, shutting out all things of the Yang world.

The wind and sand could no longer obscure his sight.

Too bad the Tigerhead Guillotine could not sever My Lord’s evil spirits.

These evil spirits, in a certain sense, had become My Lord’s “yin soldiers.”

In his other hand, Xu Yuan toyed with the tortoise shell, gently exhaling a breath of fire.

Abdominal fire scorched the tortoise shell.

Divination: Today is auspicious!

Da Fu crept stealthily behind My Lord.

Suddenly spat a mouthful of saliva.

Then turned and fled!

He spread his wings and flew low, instantly covering hundreds of zhang, landing on a tree, and turning back to watch the battlefield.

My Lord’s body was splattered with a few droplets of saliva—and instantly felt weak and feverish.

“Damn!” My Lord cursed inwardly. This goose is an auspicious creature—how can it spread disease?!

Xu Yuan tucked away the tortoise shell and toyed with the three hairpins.

He gently shook them—*ding-ding-ding…*

My lord suddenly felt his soul being hooked by iron claws, dragged out of his body.

He staggered involuntarily, agony searing through his mind; in a daze, he thrust blindly at Xu Yuan.

The sinister dagger suddenly dropped from directly above Xu Yuan’s head.

The wind and sand here were raging.

But Xu Yuan was no longer affected by the wind and sand; after blocking with his Pi Dan, he easily dodged aside.

The Three Hairpins suddenly shot out, slicing across the my lord’s neck.

His neck was covered in tattoos.

Suddenly, a thick layer of scales surfaced.

The Three Hairpins scraped past, sparking a trail of fire.

Xu Yuan swiftly moved beneath his feet, constantly shifting position to deny the sinister dagger any opening.

The Three Hairpins flew out again and again.

All aimed at the my lord’s vital points.

Neck, third eye, chest, and more.

The my lord had scales protecting all these vital points.

Xu Yuan then changed position again, swiftly leaving a series of wounds on his legs and abdomen!

“Ghost Physician Steals Life” was activated!

The my lord grew extremely weak.

But Xu Yuan suddenly flashed to the side, bringing down his Yin-Yang Guillotine—severing the Wu Xiu’s head!

The Wu Xiu was already on the brink of death.

Yet before dying, he let out a final scream.

This enraged the my lord completely.

He lunged at Xu Yuan without regard for his own safety, swinging the sinister dagger wildly—

Xu Yuan shook his silver bell and effortlessly dodged aside.

The my lord now had no technique left.

In truth, if Xu Yuan had merely held out, the my lord’s illness would have erupted slowly—victory would have been his.

But Xu Yuan wanted to provoke him, to force him into a desperate fight—killing the Wu Xiu was the purpose.

This fellow was a Fifth-Rank; if he suddenly regained his wits and fled, Xu Yuan might not catch him.

He held a high rank and noble origins—letting him escape would bring endless trouble!

The my lord roared: “I’ll kill you! What are you, to dare kill my man…”

He charged and struck recklessly; Xu Yuan grew even calmer, quietly winding the Beast Sinew Rope around his ankles.

“Got him!” Xu Yuan thought, then unleashed everything—he hurled a bundle of counting rods.

They clattered and flew wildly, blinding the my lord’s vision.

Suddenly, the Three Hairpins burst from the chaos, piercing straight into both of the my lord’s eyes!

Hss—

They emerged from the back of his skull.

The my lord froze, all strength draining away, collapsing like a pile of rotting meat.

(End of Chapter)