Chapter 79: You Must Treat Her Well

At the King of Chu’s mansion.

As the connected lines of cause and effect broke, Ghost Face also took a deep breath: “I hope everything goes smoothly.”

“How are your injuries? Do you need me to give you a few acupuncture treatments?” 

Bai Shi looked at Ghost Face, whose bandages were stained red, and silently took out his set of golden needles as he asked.

“That won’t be necessary. It’s just some internal injuries, not life-threatening.”

Ghost Face hurriedly raised his hand to refuse.

Bai Shi’s medical skills were good in every aspect, except for acupuncture, which could torment a person to death, especially him.

No one could guarantee that Bai Shi wouldn’t suddenly decide to try some strange experiments on him.

Hearing this, Bai Shi disappointedly put away his golden needles.

Ghost Face took a moment to recover before standing up: “Bai Shi, I’m going out of the city to wait for them. The king’s mansion is in your hands.”

“Alright,” Bai Shi nodded in agreement.

Ghost Face removed the seal of the black coffin, stuffed the evil spirit into his sleeve, and then walked out with the silver-armored corpse puppet.

Thirty miles from Tianwu City.

Yin Ze stumbled a few steps with his package, reaching out to steady himself against a tree trunk while gasping for air.

Only one immortal doll left.

Who exactly was this pursuer?

He was completely unable to sense the other person’s breath, and every time he sensed it, death was  imminent.

He had already died three times. If not for the four immortal dolls he carried blocking those fatal blows each time, he would have long been a cold corpse by now.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought of fighting back. Summoning the evil spirits he raised required taking out sacrificial objects, but his opponent never gave him time to prepare.

The only evil spirit he had managed to summon to help him escape had already been brutally destroyed by his pursuer’s blade.

“It seems they haven’t caught up yet…”

Breathing a sigh of relief, Yin Ze took out a dried hand from his package.

He prayed in his heart that this evil spirit could buy him more time.

Yin Hai stood on the tree and looked quietly at Yin Ze right below him.

“Crack!”

As his feet touched the ground, Yin Hai sheathed his blade and looked down. There lay a cloth doll with Yin Ze’s name and birth date written on it. The doll’s chest was torn open, with black insects constantly crawling out.

Turning around, Yin Zai nodded with his eyes slightly focused after receiving the message, then turned into a ball of black mist and disappeared on the spot.

Three miles away.

Yin Ze, who had escaped using the immortal doll, finally couldn’t hold back and coughed up a mouthful of black blood. His handsome face instantly aged several years.

Such a swift blade.

He nearly died for real.

Fortunately, the effect of the immortal doll was triggered passively.

But there was some good news – he had managed to summon that evil spirit in the last second.

That’s enough of stalling, run!

“Take me away from here!” Yin Ze ordered.

A cyan giant hand with four legs materialized not far away. It carefully cradled Yin Ze in its palm and sprinted forward, moving even faster than Yin Ze could.

In Mount Zhong, there is a god called Torch Dragon.

When its eyes open, it’s day; when they close, it’s night. 

Sitting on the giant hand, Yin Ze vigilantly looked around. Suddenly, in the gloomy forest ahead, a blinding light appeared. The light emitted heat, like the sun he so despised.

So bright, so hot…

“Ah…” 

Yin Ze clutched his chest, wailing in pain as if his body was on fire.

Hearing its master’s cries, the cyan giant hand mistakenly thought its speed was causing discomfort to the wounds, so it deliberately slowed down.

Less than a hundred meters ahead of the two, a man dressed in black armor and wearing an iron mask, holding an eight-sided Han sword, walked slowly towards them.

“Stop… stop!” Yin Ze gritted his teeth and roared after regaining some strength.

He smelled the scent of death.

The cyan giant hand screeched to a halt.

Looking up, in a daze, he saw a figure standing ahead, with a terrifying phenomenon behind him.

Though it was a pitch-black night, behind that person was a clear dividing line – on one side hung a red sun, on the other shone a bright moon.

The sun and moon shining together!

The moment Torch Dragon raised the Han sword in his hand, Yin Ze felt an endless, bone-chilling coldness. Without any hesitation, he tumbled off the cyan giant hand and crawled forward frantically.

There was no earth-shattering sound, no brilliant special effects, only an endless chill spreading. Yin Ze knelt to one side, once again experiencing the thrill of hovering between life and death.

From the cyan giant hand, stretching back a hundred meters, wherever the sword energy passed was frozen.

“I surrender! Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me! I can tell you everything!” 

Yin Ze shouted hoarsely, disregarding his frostbitten body.

Yin Hai appeared, first knocking Yin Ze unconscious with a palm strike, then crippling his powers and limbs.

“So quick?” 

Yin Hai turned to Torch Dragon and spoke.

Torch Dragon said calmly, “Sparring with you is still more interesting.”

“We’ll request guidance from His Highness another day,” Yin Hai said without refusing as he hoisted Yin 

Ze over his shoulder.

“Good.”

Torch Dragon transformed his sword. The frozen cyan giant hand burst into a pillar of fire from within, burning into a wisp of blue smoke amidst the wails of countless wronged souls.

After quickly checking the surroundings, the two disappeared from the spot.

Elsewhere, Wolf Head and Fu Sheng had long since left, leaving only a scene of devastation.

Suddenly, a tentacle extended from beneath Gu Yu’s severed head, inching towards his body.

Moments later, Gu Yu stood up, twisting his neck, and laughed grotesquely: “What a waste of a life, but I’m finally free, hehehe.”

“Good, now without restrictions, it’s time to return to India and settle accounts with those bald monks.”

Saying this, Gu Yu didn’t dare waste more words and quickly ran off in another direction.

After Gu Yu left, over ten members of the Martial Guard Division arrived at the scene. They couldn’t hide their shock at the battlefield before them; this level of combat was probably only something a few high-ranking officials could participate in.

“I’ll wait here for Lord Bai Hu. You go check those corpses over there.”

“Yes, General!”

In the mountains, at an unnamed cave, Shen Jun and the others gradually arrived.

E Lai threw the half-dead Mo Nan to the ground, laughing: “He’s still clinging to life.”

“Mm, leave him there for now.” Ghost Face sat cross-legged, using his soul-searching technique on the equally half-dead Yin Ze. Yin Ze’s disciple, Luo Yue, lay nearby.

Deep in the cave, the silver-armored corpse puppet was frantically gnawing on the evil spirit. The sound of falling copper scales could be heard from time to time. Once it finished devouring the evil spirit, it would advance from a semi-finished product to a finished one.

At the Heavenly Gate Pavilion.

Shen Yian chose to give up resistance: “This student has lost.”

“It’s over,” Lu Wenxuan smiled slightly.

Shen Yian nodded and repeated: “It’s over.”

“How are the wedding preparations coming along?” Lu Wenxuan picked up his teacup, speaking in the tone of an elder.

“In response to the teacher, this student has everything prepared.”

“Good, in the future, you must treat her well.”

These words made Shen Yian’s old face blush involuntarily.

“This student will never let her down.”