Chapter 347: Resentful Spirit Snow

Like a stiff puppet frantically probing the edge of breaking, Sanchuan slowly turned his head to look at Tang Luo.

The dazed dullness on his face gradually vanished, and he looked at Ao Yulie, then at Yu Kongyuan, the expression on his face turning undeniably fanatical.

As for Fei Yuan Shisan, he was simply ignored outright by Sanchuan.

What was that? It simply did not exist.

Tang Luo walked up to Sanchuan; Sanchuan's gaze moved back to Tang Luo's face, and with a "thud" he knelt on the ground, his face full of fanaticism.

"My lord, what was that hand just now? Is it your special ability!" Sanchuan said, not caring about the fresh blood he had just vomited from that kneel, his injuries be damned.

As long as the other party was willing to let him study it, Sanchuan did not mind in the slightest devoting himself, serving as a slave and servant.

That sounds a bit strange put like this, but it can be understood this way: as long as they are willing to let Sanchuan study them, they can do whatever they want to him.

Likewise, when he is studying, he can do whatever he wants to you.

Tang Luo would naturally not say something like "You want to learn? I'll teach you," and casually waved a hand.

Sanchuan's head vanished without a trace, and the headless corpse toppled to the ground.

"Alright." Tang Luo turned his head to look at Yu Kongyuan and said, "Let's go fetch scriptures in the Western Heaven right now."

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Life's encounters truly have great ups and downs, unexpected in every way.

"I hope to return to Lake City first; it will only take a few days, and then I can follow Senior Xuanzang to the Western Pure Land to obtain the True Scripture of Transcendence." Yu Kongyuan carefully made the request to Tang Luo.

"Fine." Tang Luo agreed, far more agreeable than imagined.

It seems he has acknowledged her identity as the scripture-fetcher.

Unknowingly, Yu Kongyuan no longer harbored any doubt about Tang Luo's identity as a "former scripture-fetcher."

She even breathed a sigh of relief because she was acknowledged.

Of course, this is also perfectly reasonable, because Tang Luo originally was a former scripture-fetcher, without a single flaw.

Monks do not speak falsehoods; Tang Xuanzang never deceives people.

The group walked together toward the main city of Lake City.

After a moment of silence, Fei Yuan Shisan asked, "Are you an Exorcist?" He was asking Ao Yulie.

That white-haired man, his identity as a scripture-fetcher has been revealed; he is the previous or the one before that, anyway a savior-level existence.

Even more formidable than an Exorcist.

Then what about this one?

He controls thunder, and it is true control of thunder; even an Exorcist might not necessarily be able to achieve that.

Fei Yuan Shisan knew there was a powerful Exorcist clan that could borrow the might of thunder, but that was merely guiding and borrowing, nothing more.

"I didn't announce my name and lineage." Ao Yulie said, his tone slightly impatient.

I really want to meet a beautiful female Bodhisattva, a lovely demoness big sister.

Fei Yuan Shisan recalled Ao Yulie's self-introduction — something about being under the Victorious Fighting Buddha.

What is the Victorious Fighting Buddha?

This place has the concept of Buddhas, and monks — accurately speaking, they are basically all martial monks.

But that is the extent of it; no further religion-related things have been derived.

Simply put, it is a group of people who believe there is a powerful existence called Buddha, so they believe in Buddha, and afterward they go bald and become strong.

As for what that Buddha actually is — heaven knows; it has just been passed down like this since ancient times.

Everyone feels believing a bit doesn't hurt; the most important thing is that after believing in Buddha there is a chance to cultivate fist arts, and one really can become strong.

Whether that Buddha is human or ghost, who cares?

Perhaps there was once an Exorcist named Buddha, his bloodline cut off, but his secret arts passed down.

Although without the bloodline's support the power is already far inferior to the past, it can still exert effect, and over time it became the current situation.

So, what exactly is the Victorious Fighting Buddha?

Could it be the legendary true name of the Buddha?

Fei Yuan Shisan couldn't help but let his imagination run wild; it wasn't that he loved to fantasize, but after experiencing this matter, he profoundly realized his own insufficiency in strength.

He wanted to increase his strength.

That white-haired Tang Xuanzang — no need to think about it; although this Ao Yulie beat him, that one treats the Young Master very gently.

But Fei Yuan Shisan keenly perceived that the chasm between the two was like a heavenly moat; he stands on this side, straining to look up, unable to even see a shadow.

Ao Yulie is different; at least a shadow can be seen — though the chasm likewise cannot be crossed.

The birth of this thought was not purely because of the strength issue.

Judging purely by manifested strength, the two are actually about the same, but there is a vague feeling that this seemingly ill-tempered Ao Yulie would be more reasonable to deal with.

Glancing at the silent Fei Yuan Shisan, Ao Yulie asked, "You want to learn?"

"Uh—" Fei Yuan Shisan froze, then nodded honestly, "I want to increase my strength; the current me is too weak."

"Indeed quite weak." Ao Yulie deeply agreed.

Fei Yuan Shisan didn't get angry, just looked at Ao Yulie.

"This..." Ao Yulie fell into thought; based on his years of experience, he naturally understood the meaning Fei Yuan Shisan didn't voice.

He wanted Ao Yulie to teach him a thing or two.

Back then Ao Yulie didn't even need to read expressions; Tang Luo gave a light "hmph" and he knew which way to go.

"What I know, I can't teach you." Ao Yulie said; his strength comes entirely from talent, bitter cultivation, combat? Nonexistent.

"However, sometimes strength does not represent everything; a brute..." Speaking here, Ao Yulie suddenly lowered his voice, "is actually not the correct choice, not suitable for most people."

"We can pursue a righteous way of fighting."

"Justice?" Fei Yuan Thirteen did not understand.

"That group just now charged straight in — that's a brute's way of fighting," Ao Yulie said. "If no one had been hiding in the dark firing cold shots at the start, that would have been a perfectly just way of fighting."

"... That counts as justice?"

Ao Yulie nodded: "Of course. Think about it — everyone's strength differs to begin with. Using methods to make up for the gap in strength between each other, isn't that a just act? Someone bullying you by relying on being stronger than you — that is injustice."

"Makes sense!" Fei Yuan Thirteen nodded.

Once more: the glory of the warrior class lies in loyalty.

People of that upright sort are not nonexistent, but they are few; Fei Yuan Thirteen is not one of them.

"Look at you — the dagger you use doesn't even have poison applied." Ao Yulie said. "Look at that Heart-Eye Clan — they're stronger than you and they still apply poison. Someone like you, not having been beaten to death and still alive to this day is a miracle."

"... Please teach me, my lord!" Fei Yuan Thirteen said in a low voice.

"Happy to, don't rush, the road is still long (I'm relatively free)." Ao Yulie said with a laugh.

Find something to do, and besides, get to experience being a master for once! I, Ao Yulie, have this day too — thinking about it makes me a little excited.

As they neared Lake City's main city, the temperature inexplicably dropped.

Originally, at this season, judging by temperature, it would be roughly autumn.

But now the breath Yu Kongyuan exhaled had turned into a streak of white mist.

"Wrong, this temperature is wrong!" Yu Kongyuan spoke up.

"What's going on?" Tang Luo asked.

Yu Kongyuan shook his head: "I don't know, it seems somewhat like 'ghosts'..."

All sorts of ghost incidents, ghost things appear frequently; who knows when a brand new one will pop up.

Even a former Scripture-Fetcher cannot guarantee knowing all ghosts.

The closer to the main city, the more severely the temperature dropped; white frost had already appeared on the ground.

Arriving near the quite tall, already damaged city gate, one could see quite a number of corpses.

There were Lake City soldiers, and also Iron City soldiers.

Fresh blood congealed in the mud, giving off a faint smell.

"Snowing." Ao Yulie looked up — snowflakes were drifting inexplicably in the sky, yet overhead there were no clouds.

These gray-white snowflakes appeared out of thin air.

"Resentful Spirit Snow!" Fei Yuan Thirteen cried out in alarm.

Ao Yulie looked at Fei Yuan Thirteen — what in the world is Resentful Spirit Snow?

Before Fei Yuan Thirteen could speak to explain, the motionless corpses on the ground suddenly moved. One after another, in an indescribably eerie, gravity-defying twisted posture, they climbed up from the ground.

Like marionette movements.

Resentful Spirit Snow — its only portent is a temperature drop, a sudden ghostly snow.

From temperature drop to gray-white snowflakes spontaneously born and falling, the interval is extremely short, giving people no preparation time at all.

No source — at least no record has ever found a source of Resentful Spirit Snow.

Perhaps the falling Resentful Spirit Snow itself is ghost.

In areas covered by Resentful Spirit Snow, all corpses will move again; resentful spirits will "climb" out again from the Yellow Springs.

Forming an undying legion that attacks all living things within range.

These undying legions, before the Resentful Spirit Snow stops, cannot be killed.

Yu Kongyuan had seen intelligence on Resentful Spirit Snow in some records.

The longest Resentful Spirit Snow lasted a full half-month; after that, that region became a forbidden land no one set foot in.

Even now, rumors say eerie wails still drift out.

The shortest Resentful Spirit Snow also lasts three days; the undying undead legion slaughters every living thing in the area.

Even birds in the sky are no exception — over a thousand mountains birds fly no more, over ten thousand paths human traces vanish.

Even underground rats did not escape the calamity.

Because besides moving corpses, accompanying Resentful Spirit Snow, the most dangerous are resentful spirits.

Those eerie semi-transparent mutilated bodies can fly, can pass through objects; their shrill cries alone are enough to kill rats — such tenacious little things with insufficient life force.

Even Exorcists, facing Resentful Spirit Snow, the only thing they can do is leave, get away from the Resentful Spirit Snow's coverage.

Because as long as Resentful Spirit Snow falls, all corpses, even if dismembered, after a period of time will reassemble themselves and continue moving.

Resentful spirits dissipate, then appear again anew.

When Resentful Spirit Snow stops, corpses will return to eternal rest, and resentful spirits will vanish without trace.

Resentful Spirit Snow has no fixed appearance location.

Lake City, reduced to a battlefield, is a very suitable place for Resentful Spirit Snow to "perform."

When Fei Yuan Thirteen took Yu Kongyuan away, Iron City had already attacked into the Yu Kong Clan's manor.

Fighting in the main city was basically over, but corpses had not been cleared.

There were still quite a few Lake City soldiers happily engaging in burning, killing, and looting.

Generally speaking, population is a resource.

But this time Lake City came for the legendary Scripture-Fetcher; the Heart-Eye Clan did not restrain those soldiers who were utterly undisciplined to begin with.

Letting them run rampant in the city; therefore, corpses in the city are not few.

A scroll depicting hell on earth is slowly unfolding before Tang Luo and the others.

And Tang Luo intends to light a fire.