Chapter 503: Soul-Absorbing Song

Following the guidance of the black broken blade, Hua Changxi carried the white bone lantern and sped through the grey and dim darkness. Before long, another churning black cloud sea came into view.

However, unlike the first black cloud sea at the center of the Ghost Realm Fortress that could be passed through at will, this black cloud sea in the second layer of the territory had already been occupied by several Ghost Clan forces, and wanting to pass through actually required paying a toll.

"Why did the price go up again?"

"Yeah, it was already very expensive to pay five medium-grade Nether Stones to pass through the 'Chongyuan Mouth' before, and now it has actually risen directly to ten medium-grade Nether Stones to pass. You are simply robbing."

"Love to pass or not, if you don't pass, get out."

Hua Changxi stood in the black rock shadow in the distance, watching the commotion of the ghost crowd ahead coldly.

As more and more Ghost Clan members gathered, greed and anger fermented in the turbid air, and the verbal disputes quickly escalated into physical pushing and shoving.

Immediately after, the first shrill scream tore through the clamor.

The conflict instantly evolved into slaughter.

Hua Changxi originally wanted to take advantage of the chaos to pass through the "Chongyuan Mouth," but who would have thought that the Ghost Clan forces occupying this place would directly block the passage, not letting any Ghost Clan members pass.

She didn't want to deal with the internal strife of the Ghost Clan, but now these guys were blocking her way, so she couldn't ignore it.

She didn't choose to fly into the chaotic ghost crowd, but picked up the Ghost Chariot Soul Flute and put it to her lips.

She hadn't practiced the "Soul-Absorbing Song" yet. The first time she puffed up her cheeks to blow, the flute body only made a muffled sound, and the Ghost Clan members in the distance didn't even look over here.

Hua Changxi's mouth twitched slightly, and she adjusted her breath unyieldingly, trying again.

"Hu~"

"Wu~"

"Zhi~"

After a few times, there was finally a sound, but it wasn't in tune, but rather like cheering for the group of Ghost Clan members who were killing each other.

Uh...

Hua Changxi's expression was stiff and stagnant for a moment. Looking at the ghost crowd in the distance who were killing each other with red eyes, she took a deep breath and sat down on a small dirt slope with a wide view nearby.

She didn't want to break into that battlefield of slaughter in person, so she'd better practice the "Soul-Absorbing Song" well before passing.

Those Ghost Clan members in the distance were the best tools to test her flute-playing technique.

Hua Changxi quickly went through the formulas and fingering of the "Soul-Absorbing Song" in her mind and raised the soul flute again.

"Wu..."

The low flute sound finally rang out.

At first, the flute sound was still very raw, like an invisible thin line, floating towards the ghost crowd tremblingly.

The Ghost Clan members who were killing each other just paused slightly, seemingly hearing some strange sound, but didn't care, and continued to twist and fight together.

Hua Changxi paid attention to the reaction of the Ghost Clan, her fingers jumping flexibly on the flute holes, constantly pouring the soul power in her body into the soul flute along with her fingertips.

After a period of time, the flute sound gradually became coherent, although it was still obscure and unpleasant, sometimes sharp like a ghost crying, sometimes dull like a muffled thunder. Falling into the ghost crowd, it only made a few little ghosts near the dirt slope subconsciously frown, shake their heads, and then throw themselves into the slaughter again.

Hua Changxi didn't give up, her fingertips flew, adjusting the force of pressing the flute holes little by little, pondering the breath circulation method recorded in the mental method, and exerting a little force in her throat to make the breath more stable and deep.

After another period of time, the flute sound gradually became coherent, no longer a messy noise, and added a few points of cold rhythm.

This time, the flute sound drifted to the battlefield, and the Ghost Clan members who were killing each other clearly paused.

The Ghost Clan members who were originally red-eyed and frantically hacking seemed to have their ferocity fade a bit, and their movements slowed down a bit, and the bone blades in their hands were no longer fierce.

Those wailing scattered ghosts also had their crying weaken, their eyes becoming somewhat vacant, as if they were being pulled by something, subconsciously looking towards the direction of the dirt slope.

The Ghost Clan powerhouses saw that the battle was no longer intense and immediately scolded sharply: "What are you all doing? Continue killing!"

The scolding sound temporarily pulled back the sanity of some Ghost Clan members, and the slaughter started again, but this time, it was clearly not as crazy as before.

"It's effective!"

Hua Changxi looked at the movement in the distance, the corners of her lips slightly hooked, and she didn't stop playing, but became even more focused.

Her fingertips became more and more flexible, and her breath became more and more stable. The rhythm of the "Soul-Absorbing Song" gradually became clear.

The cold flute sound was like invisible silk threads, entangling the wind, slowly spreading, carrying a trace of soul-absorbing power, no longer sharp, but increasingly bone-chilling, drilling into the soul of every Ghost Clan member, as if to freeze the soul.

After practicing for about half an incense stick of time, the flute sound had become melodious but cold, and every note carried the power to hook the soul and seize the spirit.

The ghost crowd in the distance was completely in chaos.

The Ghost Clan members who were originally fighting fiercely slowly had their movements become stiff, and their eyes gradually lost their focus, and then, "peng peng peng" fell to the ground one after another like dumplings.

At this time, a few Ghost Clan leaders noticed Hua Changxi on the dirt slope, their eyes full of terror.

Hua Changxi sat on the slope, the Ghost Chariot Soul Flute at her lips still making a cold flute sound, and between her fingertips, she had become more proficient.

She lowered her eyes, her expression calm, just focusing on feeling the soul-absorbing power in the flute sound, adjusting the rhythm of every note.

The ghost fire in the white bone lantern at her feet flickered, reflecting her side face flickering, forming a strange and harmonious picture with the ghost crowd in the distance who had fallen into stagnation and silence.

After playing for a while, Hua Changxi felt that she had practiced the first layer of the "Soul-Absorbing Song"—Soul Bewitchment—proficiently, and then stopped slowly.

At this time, the vast majority of the ghost crowd in the distance had lost their sanity, and only a few leaders still had some clarity.

Hua Changxi picked up the white bone lantern, stood up, patted the dust on her clothes, glanced at the Ghost Clan members who had fallen and lost their spirits ahead, carried the lantern, walked down the dirt slope slowly, and walked towards the Chongyuan entrance.

Just as she was about to reach the Chongyuan Mouth, a cold wind whistled.

"Hu~"

A violent wind rose, rolling up the stinking dust all over the ground.

A white sedan chair tore through the grey darkness like a ghost, carrying a sinister baleful aura, and stopped firmly not far in front of Hua Changxi.

The sedan curtain hung low, and the reality inside could not be seen.

However, Hua Changxi saw the people carrying the sedan and opening the way clearly; they were the five human practitioners she had encountered on the Ancient Huang Quan Path!

"Yo!"

"The Ghost Clan has actually produced a great philanthropist, it's really rare!"

The sedan curtain was lifted, revealing a stunning woman in white.

With a sweep of the Breaking Delusion Eye, Hua Changxi's pupils shrank suddenly; the true body of the woman in the sedan was actually a white skeleton.

She understood the potential words of the woman in white, and also read the questioning and probing in her eyes.

She had already made a move, but didn't wipe out and swallow this group of Ghost Clan members, which indeed didn't quite fit the style of the Ghost Clan.

The "Soul-Absorbing Song" was divided into three layers: the first layer—Soul Bewitchment, making the listener lose their sanity and obey orders; the second layer—Soul Slashing, the flute sound turning into blades, cutting the listener's soul body; the third layer—Soul Scattering, directly causing the listener's soul body to collapse and scatter.

She had just learned the "Soul-Absorbing Song," and being able to fully play the first layer was already quite good. To play the effects of the second and third layers, she needed more practice.

Furthermore, she had no actual conflict of interest with the Ghost Clan, so there was no need to slaughter the Ghost Clan on a large scale.

Hua Changxi turned the white bone lantern in her hand nonchalantly, raised her eyes slightly, and looked at the white-boned woman: "I'm not interested in ants. If I want to kill, I kill powerhouses. Do you want to try?" ===== CHAPTER 504 =====