Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

Chapter 538: Chapter 296: Fire Cloud Skiff Passing Yellow Springs (Part 3)

"A swarm of Ghost Messengers will follow the aura of wealth!"

"Once they have captured the Life Soul of the wealthy, and have no more souls to capture, we will guide them to capture the soul of Thousand Leaves!"

"Using their desire to capture souls accumulated over millennia, to hasten the defilement and glory of Thousand Leaves!"

The companion beside him smacked his lips.

"Can the Ghost Messengers listen to us?"

The white-haired youth was stunned for a moment.

"At the very least, while we wear Bitter Leaf, they will not attack us.

"As for the Thousand Leaves... They should not like it, let’s see our luck."

"Even if it can speed up one cycle of defilement, saving a thousand years, it’s still worthwhile!"

Though even one cycle might not increase... let’s try it first, what if it succeeds?

...

Whew...

The Fire Cloud landed on the other side of the abyss.

Four foxes still hugging Master’s leg, ears drooping, eyes tightly shut, tears rubbing against Master’s body.

Bai Mo looked around, and saw that the latter part of Yellow Springs Road was lined with Bitter Leaf plants!

These Bitter Leaves were of various sizes.

The smallest was about the size of a hand.

The larger ones were as big as a palm fan.

The deeper into Yellow Springs Road, the larger the Bitter Leaves grew, gradually as big as a pot lid, gradually as big as a wheel, and at the deepest part of Yellow Springs Road, there were Bitter Leaves that grew into enormous blankets, draping onto the ground, stacking up.

On Yellow Springs Road, there were statues.

With heads held high and chests puffed, wearing bizarre crowns, dressed in wide robes with large sleeves, looking like the Ghost King.

Bowingly and obsequiously making salutations, wearing odd robes, yet also wearing Bitter Leaves the size of wheels, resembling ministers.

Kneeling and kowtowing, trembling in fear, too frightened to look up, wearing Bitter Leaves the size of palm fans, these were the Ghost Messengers, who raged in the night sky outside the Ghost Gate.

Bai Mo suddenly realized.

"Is the Ghost King also wearing Bitter Leaves?

"Large enough Bitter Leaves, folded into crowns, tailored into wide robes?"

"These statues are not statues."

"But... frozen Ghost Messengers, Ghost Ministers, and Ghost Kings, with dust fallen over millennia, congealed into earthen shells, resembling statues?"

He looked farther away, seeing the palace group at the end of Yellow Springs Road.

Behind the palace group, there were a myriad of palaces, seemingly being built, not yet completed.

Several foxes sensed the safety, also lifted their heads to look outside.

But they were hurriedly covered over their eyes with Master’s arms and hands.

"Don’t look!"

The four foxes, eight eyes, instantly shut tight!

They were the cleverest, most obedient to Master’s words!

"And don’t listen either!"

The four foxes, eight fox claws, instantly raised, covering eight triangular ears!

Master said don’t listen, then they wouldn’t listen!

But what were they not supposed to hear?

There’s only the sound of the wind here, it’s very quiet, isn’t it?

What they didn’t know was, the Purple Bellflowers dropped on the Fire Cloud, in the instant after landing, didn’t have time to emit a bell sound before they vibrated too violently, tearing themselves apart! Purple flower juice splattered on Bai Mo’s clothes!

What they couldn’t see was, this road, this grass, these statues and palaces, all were rising wisps of black mist!

Greasy, filthy black mist!

What they didn’t hear was the dignified loud voice coming from the distant palace!

"Come quickly, ascend the hall, I am evenly matched with it, only lacking you by my side to emerge victorious!"

What they didn’t hear was the voice from the same person in the distant palace again.

"Quickly go, don’t linger!

"Forget Yellow Springs! Forget this place!

"Never return again!"

It seemed the same person was arguing with himself, the dignified loud voice contradicting itself, back and forth.

"Come quickly! Yellow Springs is the hope of the Human Race! Must not abandon!"

"Quickly go! Yellow Springs is the root of calamity! Must not approach!"

"Come quickly! We mustn’t let them seize Life Hall! Come lend me a helping hand!"

"Quickly go! Never be deceived into ascending the hall! To ascend will lead to eternal damnation!"

Five-Colored Pill Fire flared intensely, enveloping Bai Mo and the four apprentices, burning away the wisps of approaching black smoke.

Bai Mo remained expressionless, turned and soared cloudborne, stepping onto his return path.

He had found what he needed.

He had no interest in the Yellow Springs Hall.

Whew...

Wind whipped past the ears!

The journey to Yellow Springs was strange, the return familiar!

Coming felt like sailing against the current,

The return like a light boat with the current!

In the sound of the wind, he carried the apprentices still with eyes closed and ears covered, flying over the abyss reeking of stench, flying over the swarming Yellow Springs Road like fish crossing a river, heading towards the massive Ghost Gate opening in the heavens and earth, taking with him the knowledge he had gained, stepping on the Fire Cloud and flying away!