Chapter 16: Si Zheng
“You are not a Hundred Ghosts Daoist at all!” Angry roar came from the black mist.
“Whether I am or not, what’s it to you?” Cang Feilan was about to strike again with her dagger, but as she exerted force, she felt intense pain in her right arm. Looking sideways, she saw the place where the ghost’s claw had scratched her, enveloped in faint black energy.
“Is this… ghost poison?” Cang Feilan frowned.
Upon hearing this, Qin Feng was shocked. Ghost poison was the manifestation of the resentment of wandering souls and wild ghosts. Once contaminated, flesh and blood would be corroded. However, the most terrifying aspect of ghost poison was that it could infect the soul, causing it to scatter and disperse!
Thinking of this, Qin Feng felt extremely guilty. If it weren’t for saving himself, with Miss Cang’s abilities, how could she be injured by a ghost’s claw?
No, it’s not the time to feel guilty now. I must pull myself together and think quickly. There must be a way out!
Qin Feng’s brain spun rapidly, and in his sea of consciousness, the waterfall of knowledge began to surge. The books he had read about ghost cultivation flashed through his mind like slides.
Ghost cultivators were distinguished by the cycle of their calamity force. The higher the cycle, the stronger their power. It was worth noting that every time a ghost cultivator’s calamity force cycle twice, they could derive their own innate divine ability. Therefore, when facing ghost cultivators, extreme caution was necessary.
Wait a minute, something’s not right. Miss Cang just said that this evil creature has only undergone the third cycle of calamity force. So why can it create such a strange space apart from its incredible speed divine ability?
Before reaching the Fourth Cycle of calamity force, it’s impossible to possess two innate divine abilities. That’s common knowledge!
Since it’s not a divine ability, it must be borrowed from an external object. This world is likely a spatial artifact similar to Listen To The Rain Pavilion. And as long as it’s an artifact, it must have a weak point!
Qin Feng widened his eyes, a flash of gold deep within his pupils. He quickly scanned his surroundings; the peculiar world was full of tiny black dots. These dots eventually converged into a mirror about half the size of a person behind him!
Found it!
Qin Feng was excited inside but kept a calm exterior. With his abilities, destroying an artifact was like a madman’s dream. But right now, Miss Cang was injured. If he shouted aloud, the evil creature would certainly stop him.
I must find a secure way.
Ghost cultivators sneered, “No matter what you are, since you’ve been tainted by my ghost poison, you’re undoubtedly dead. But for now, I must kill that kid to prevent further complications.”
As his words fell, the black mist coiled into a ball and emitted a piercing scream, rushing towards Qin Feng.
Now’s my chance. Qin Feng calculated the distance and angle precisely and shouted, “Miss Cang, throw the dagger at it!”
Cang Feilan didn’t hesitate. With a muffled sound, she took another dagger from her waist and hurled it toward the black mist.
The dagger’s blade flashed with silver light, cutting through the air. However, it was easily dodged by the black mist.
“I have the swift divine ability; how can such a method hurt me?”
Crack!
Just then, a sound of a mirror shattering came from the peculiar world.
“What?” The ghost cultivator abruptly turned around. The dagger was stuck in the void, and the space around it shattered like a broken mirror. It was the Space Treasure Item that someone had given it before – the Dark Sky Mirror!
Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, Miss Cang’s aim was accurate. If the dagger had missed, it might have been game over right then and there.
“You little brat, did you calculate that just now?!”
“I don’t care. The spatial artifact is damaged. The Demon Slayer Department and Si Zheng will be here soon. If I were you, I’d run now.”
Ghost brother, we’re all just trying to make a living. No need to sacrifice yourself for others.
Run! Qin Feng appeared calm on the surface, but he was panicking inside.
The black mist swayed, clearly struggling. Just when Qin Feng thought he had a chance, the other party roared hysterically, “Today, you will die!”
Damn it! Qin Feng’s face turned pale instantly. How could he have anticipated that a ghost cultivator would be so dedicated to his job, willing to exchange his life for his employer’s?
Due to the shattering of the Dark Sky Mirror, the surroundings began to collapse. Familiar shouts from the street echoed once again.
The black mist, seemingly prepared to fight to the death, disregarded everything and surged toward Qin Feng! Is everything over?
Just then, on the ground, amidst the black shadows, a gigantic black hand made of shadows suddenly shot out. It grabbed the black mist surrounding the ghost cultivator and squeezed. The black mist vanished instantly.
Qin Feng was astonished. If he wasn’t mistaken, this should be a technique of the Hundred Ghost Daoist Fifth Rank—Shadow Puppetry!
In the small city of Jinyang, the only person who could reach the Fifth Rank was none other than the chief of the Demon Slaying Department. Qin Feng couldn’t think of anyone else.
Whoosh! A figure landed on the ground. It was a middle-aged man dressed in black, his face sharp and angular. He wore a two-star green jade token at his waist, and behind him, he carried a huge wine gourd, quite eye-catching.
Seeing the newcomer, the ghost cultivator no longer wasted time attempting to kill Qin Feng. He swiftly fled southward.
“If I let you escape again this time, I’ll write my name, Shi Zheng, backward.”
As his words fell, the middle-aged man took off the wine gourd from his back and smashed it onto the ground with a bang. On the gray slate, cracks spread like a spiderweb.
He opened the wine gourd and said, “Capture!” Countless sky-blue rays shot out from the mouth of the gourd, rushing toward the surging black mist. In the blink of an eye, the ghost cultivator, who possessed the swift divine ability, was bound by the blue light. The sound of sizzling and his screams filled the air as the black mist melted away.
Si Zheng said, “Refine!” The blue light intensified, accompanied by a sharp scream. The black mist no longer existed.
“This damn ghost cultivator really knows how to hide. He made me stay awake for several nights. Hey, kid, are you alright?” Si Zheng turned his head and asked aloud.
Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, then reacted, “I’m fine, but Miss Cang, she…”
Before he could finish speaking, a fragrant breeze wafted over. Cang Feilan had already arrived by his side. “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”
Qin Feng widened his eyes and quickly looked at her right arm, where the ghost’s claw had scratched her. It was unexpectedly unharmed, as smooth and flawless as before.
He looked up at her and suddenly noticed a detail. Normally, Cang Feilan’s black square scarf could cover half her face, revealing only a pair of light blue eyes.
But now, he saw a small section of her smooth and straight nose exposed. Could it be that Miss Cang had just taken off her scarf?
Perhaps noticing Qin Feng’s gaze, Cang Feilan lifted the black scarf slightly, returning to her usual appearance.
Qin Feng sighed inwardly, regretting his missed opportunity.
“Oh, isn’t this little Cang? Do you know this kid?”
Hiss!
Suddenly, Qin Feng felt the temperature around him drop sharply, a sense of killing intent in the air!
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