Chapter 348: Every Trade Has Its Master

"Senior." Yu Kongyuan said, "Let's go."

Lake City was already beyond saving.

Yuan Lingsxue was an irresistible ghost; if she possessed formidable strength, she would certainly have entered the main city to save people.

However, Yu Kongyuan was merely a little girl; she would only save people, and only to a certain extent at that.

As a Scripture Seeker, the power she wielded was unique, yet she possessed virtually no combat strength, which was precisely why she attracted so much covetous attention.

"Go?" Tang Luo shook his head. "As a former Scripture Seeker, this poor monk must now teach you the first lesson: fear no hardship. In a Scripture Seeker's eyes, there is no detour and no turning back — if there is, it is only to convert demons and evils!"

"But..." Yu Kongyuan hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping short.

Under Yuan Lingsxue, all beings are equal; no one survives!

"To us Scripture Seekers, difficulty is merely a ladder for progress." Tang Luo said with a straight face. "When there are difficulties we must meet them head-on; when there are none, we must create difficulties to overcome."

"Create difficulties when there are none?" Yu Kongyuan was puzzled.

"Can a Scripture Seeker's business be called difficulty? Killing small monsters doesn't boost strength as much as killing big monsters, and yields more merit. Fighting a thousand small yaos, the final result still can't compare to crossing moves with a single big yao." Tang Luo spoke words Yu Kongyuan half-understood. "Leveling is more efficient that way."

Yu Kongyuan nodded in a daze, half-comprehending.

She always felt that a real Scripture Seeker was different from what she had imagined.

She had many questions she wanted to ask, but now was clearly not the time.

The corpses moving around at no particularly great speed had already drawn near this side.

Fei Yuan Shisan stood ready in formation, holding weapons obtained from the pursuers, including that dagger coated with poison.

The Righteous Poison Dagger!

However, against these corpses right now, its effect was not significant.

Tang Luo extended his right hand, lightly rubbing thumb and forefinger together; a pale golden-amber flame appeared on his fingertip, dancing.

"Remember, there is nothing in the world that cannot be killed." Tang Luo said. "If there is, it is only because you are not strong enough."

With a sweep of his right hand, the firelight flashed, forming an arcing trace that spread out, touching those corpses.

There was no crackling burning sound, no flames soaring skyward.

Silently, all the standing corpses around turned into clusters of ash, fluttering down.

"They can reassemble because the dismemberment wasn't thorough enough." Tang Luo said. "Ash like this will not reassemble."

Within these corpses lurked a force that could not be seen or touched, yet truly existed, coiled and entrenched.

The Glazed Flame instantly detonated these forces; the corpses simply could not withstand it.

Without a vessel, this portion of power also dissipated into nothing.

Actually, describing the aftermath of being ignited by the Glazed Flame as fireworks isn't quite accurate either, because fireworks at least have a momentary bloom and brilliance.

The Glazed Flame's "burning," in the vast majority of cases, only makes the enemy instantly "flame out" and die.

It is more akin to an engine blowing up after reaching its limit.

That special power vanished, so these ashes naturally would not regroup into any humanoid shape.

The undying legion now died with incomparable finality.

Fei Yuan Shisan looked at the Righteous Poison Dagger in his hand, feeling that the Righteous combat method would still be somewhat difficult to put into practice.

"Let's go. Converting is saving the world; saving people is also saving the world; together that's double saving the world." Tang Luo walked into the main city.

Merit was impossible to pass up.

There were people in Lake City who could be saved, and he could also kill the monsters created by Yuan Lingsxue — double the merit, double the joy.

Inside the city, the walking corpses were not as dense as outside.

They were basically in groups of three or five; some were soldiers, some ordinary civilians.

Their speed was still not fast, but as Yuan Lingsxue continued to descend, the surrounding temperature also dropped further.

Even a stocky strongman like Fei Yuan Shisan felt his limbs stiffening, let alone Yu Kongyuan.

Aside from healing, this Scripture Seeker had not displayed any other special traits so far.

Boundless strength and such were the exclusive specialty of this Scripture Seeker Tang Luo; ordinary people couldn't learn it.

"You stay here." Tang Luo said.

"Yes, Master." Ao Yulie said. "You follow me. Shisan can try out the brand-new Righteous combat method; these walking corpses should make good practice targets."

Fei Yuan Shisan had no excess sympathy and immediately began practicing.

Yu Kongyuan, meanwhile, looked in the direction Tang Luo had vanished, tightening her grip on the cat sleeping soundly in her arms.

Tang Luo walked through the main city.

Lake City's main city had quite a few fairly tall buildings.

Low productivity is one thing, but Ghost Tamers wield supernatural power; erecting tall buildings is no great difficulty for them.

The main city's total area wasn't large, but its various narrow, winding streets and alleys were simply like a maze.

Unfamiliar people could very easily get lost in Lake City.

For the Yu Kong Clan, however, as long as they flew into the sky, they could see everything at a glance.

Yet even with such an advantageous environment, they were breached by the Iron City's Heart-Eye Clan, and even their Clan Chief was captured alive.

This shows Iron City's strength is considerable.

This is also easy to understand: besides holding the advantage in high-level power, Iron City's ordinary soldiers' equipment was also far superior to Lake City's.

Iron City is so named because there are iron mines near their city.

Mining difficulty is not low, but over several years they made some achievements; afterward, as forging techniques improved, Iron City instantly became different — it rose up.

Right at this time, news of the Scripture Seeker spread over.

Iron City's Heart-Eye Clan immediately stirred with ambition; they wanted to seize the Scripture Seeker's special power and become powerful rulers.

Thus came the war between the two cities.

Then they ran into the former scripture-fetcher Tang Xuanzang, and that was the end of it.

Now in Lake City, the soldiers belonging to Iron City have already fallen into a deathly hunting ground.

Facing a moving corpse, as long as one has a bit of courage, anyone wielding a weapon can take the opponent down.

But the corpse will climb back up; even if you smash its head to pieces, it doesn't affect its movement.

Breaking its legs is useless too; it only makes them crawl and keep pursuing.

And, moments later, those heads, hands, feet, and torsos will all assemble together.

Forming a chaotic, shapeless, indescribable thing, with both speed and strength greatly increased.

By this point, the vast majority of ordinary people facing this kind of undying undead monster have only one way to survive: run.

And they cannot escape, for a simple reason: the constantly dropping temperature in the Resentful Spirit Snow zone.

The current temperature is at least minus 10, a damp cold that penetrates to the bone marrow.

Every time the feet inside the shoes move, it feels like stepping into sticky cold water, directly submerging past the ankles.

Low temperature, twisted monsters assembled from corpses — these are merely the appetizers in the Resentful Spirit Snow.

The truly terrifying thing is the resentful spirits that appear out of nowhere, without any warning, just like the gray-white snowflakes.

The basic form of those resentful spirits is humanoid; some even wear clothes perfectly intact.

Semi-transparent; through them one can see the scene behind.

But these resentful spirits are not complete; they are damaged — some missing a head, some missing an arm, some only half remaining.

Not upper and lower halves, but left and right halves; one can faintly see a transparent field flowing out, dragging down.

The resentful spirits' feet do not touch the ground; they float at a height of about half a meter above the ground.

Flight speed is not too fast; they occasionally stop to let out shrill cries.

But most of the time, they just silently shuttle everywhere, without any action; any living thing they touch loses its breath and collapses.

Moments later they stand up again, transformed into undying undead.

Until there is no longer any living thing in this area — including plants, which also wither and die.

The resentful spirits, the undying corpses, and the corpse-assemblages will only stop then, standing quietly in place.

Until the gray-white snowflakes stop falling.

This Resentful Spirit Snow has not yet reached that degree.

The main-course resentful spirits have not truly arrived yet.

Three pale-gold flames float beside Tang Luo, at a distance of about one meter, constantly circling and rotating, like soldiers guarding him.

Step by step, Tang Luo appears to walk slowly through Lake City, but each step spans over ten meters.

If one observes closely, one would discover that the ground Tang Luo has stepped on bears tiny, extremely fine cracks.

As his injuries recover, Tang Luo's control over his power becomes increasingly precise.

Back in the day, he could lightly tap with casual ease, without any flare, and shatter a great demon's skull.

Wherever he passed, those undying corpses brushed by the Glazed Flame turned to ash in an instant.

Tang Luo doesn't need to deliberately do anything; he just strolls seemingly slowly through this hell-like city.

Ahead are undying corpses; behind are piles of ash.

When he encounters civilians who haven't died, he tosses a defensive Kai Guang on them, guaranteeing they won't suffer harm for the next hour.

Even if resentful spirits appear, as long as they don't charge into a swarm of spirits and just stay quiet somewhere, they can survive.

As natives of a world where danger looms at every moment, these people certainly understand.

Mouths thanking "Master Ghost-Driver," they very decisively run into nearby houses, shut doors and windows, and cover their heads with bamboo baskets.

Actually useless, but it increases their sense of security.

The Merit Jade Lotus continuously absorbs the born merit power; Tang Luo has turned about eighty percent of the undying corpses in the city into ash.

The Resentful Spirit Snow continues to fall unhurriedly, and the temperature keeps gradually dropping.

Entering the Yu Kong clan's manor, Tang Luo hears a shrill cry.

A man who looks quite extraordinary rushes into mid-air, then plummets before Tang Luo, turning into a corpse.

The Glazed Flame floats over, touches him.

Light violently erupts from the man's eyes, mouth, and nose, as if a thousand-watt light bulb had been stuffed into his mouth.

The next breath, the man turns into a pile of ash.

"A Ghost-Driver? Don't know if he's a Yu Kong clan member or an Executioner Samurai." Tang Luo thinks to himself.

The main force went to pursue Yu Kong Yuan, but there will certainly be people left behind to wipe out the Yu Kong clan's remnants.

For instance, Executioner Samurai who didn't join the pursuit.

Whichever side, these people's strength is not weak; at minimum they held out until the resentful spirits emerged.

Around Tang Luo, seven or eight resentful spirits have already appeared, floating in mid-air, slowly approaching him.

Behind them, large numbers of resentful spirits keep appearing; in just a few blinks, the count exceeds a hundred.

Tang Luo raises his hand; the Glazed Flames guarding beside him vanish.

A black-covered booklet appears in his hand; facing those approaching resentful spirits, Tang Luo opens the Book of Life and Death.

"Every trade has its specialty!"

Saving people requires Kai Guang; destroying corpses uses Glazed Fire; hooking souls naturally uses the Book of Life and Death.

The Resentful Spirit Snow situation is clearly very suitable for Glazed Fire, and also the Book of Life and Death.

As for the Glazed Nirvana Great Hand Seal, it's not impossible either.

Just one palm strike down, the resentful spirits and undying corpses would be gone, but the entire Lake City main city would be gone too.