Beginning with the Ubume Bird Chapter 209

Chapter 209: Chapter 46 Evil God Wupozi (Part 2)

Lan Sou thought for a while after hearing Li Yan's words before she spoke, “I heard from Zhi Nong that the leader of Tianbao possesses extraordinary martial arts skills.”

After hearing this, Cha Xiaodao glanced at Zhi Nong and maliciously speculated in her mind, “What she originally said was that this fellow is 'quick', right?”

“With all due respect, I would like to witness the leader of Tianbao's martial arts for myself.”

Li Yan looked around, “There's not enough space here, is there?”

“It's sufficient.”

Lan Sou fell silent.

“In that case,” Li Yan took a deep breath, rousing himself to full alertness, “Let's begin.”

Lan Sou's cloudy eyes lifted as she and Li Yan sat opposite each other, with a long table between them.

No sooner had Li Yan finished speaking than Lan Sou let go of her cane. Her withered hand squeezed downward lightly, yet she twisted and indented a chunk of the air beneath her grasp.

An icy chill struck Li Yan's brow, his reaction swift. He pushed his palm against the table, and the round stool beneath him let out a piercing screech, as he and the stool slid backwards together.

A ghastly streak of blood blossomed out of thin air and quickly disappeared without a trace.

Under that fleeting glimpse, Li Yan saw clearly the spot where he had been sitting, a blood-colored, human-shaped figure twisting and writhing about three feet in size.

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[Cursed Blood Spirit]: Invisible to the naked eye and unable to be physically touched, once it contacts flesh, it continuously absorbs the essence of blood and flesh. However, it exudes a strong yin energy, making it easily detectable by those with keen senses and vibrant life force.

Apart from Li Yan, Cha Xiaodao also saw it clearly. Setting aside Lady Dan, several of the Gaoli ghosts could only see a clump of air and didn't understand why Li Yan suddenly moved backward.

Zhao Xiaoyi, on the other hand, fixed his gaze on the vanishing streak of blood, as if he sensed something.

Missing its mark, the blood-colored figure charged at Li Yan in the blink of an eye. Lan Sou pinched her claw-like hand back and forth a couple of times, and two more bloodstains bloomed in mid-air, with three cursed spirits blocking Li Yan's route of evasion.

Zhao Xiaoyi, seeing two more bloodstains, had a lightning-fast thought: This ghostly thing probably can't be cut with a weapon, if it were me, I'd definitely strike at this old woman directly.

As expected, Li Yan pulled out the stool from beneath him and threw it at Lan Sou's face, then darted rapidly in a movement that looked almost broken, evading the three cursed spirits in succession. Lan Sou was amazed by his agility and visual acuity.

Zhao Xiaoyi, who prided himself on his combat skills, believed that even if he lost to Li Yan, it would be because of his Gaoli ghost body (as Zhao Xiaoyi mistakenly thought) and speed, and that if he too received the Defying augmentation, the outcome would still be uncertain.

Seeing Li Yan's predicament now, he already put himself in Li Yan's shoes. His palms sweated as he silently urged him to dodge, bend at the waist, sway to the left–just like that!

As he was silently competing, a fierce struggle unfolded between the two combatants on the field.

Lan Sou tilted her head to dodge the flying stool. Li Yan had already escaped the clutches of the three cursed spirits. They faced each other across the long table, with Li Yan placing a foot on top of the table, attempting to push it towards Lan Sou, but the table didn't budge despite being full of cracks.

“Huh?”

Li Yan hadn't expected that.

“Sorry about that.” Lan Sou tapped the table with a chuckle, “The table legs are nailed down–”

Li Yan dodged a cursed spirit's strike with a back bend, avoiding their grasping claws without a single hair touched.

Zhao Xiaoyi shook his head privately. With his own senses and movement, he could also evade, but this posed no threat to Lan Sou whatsoever.

“Leader of Tianbao, be careful.”

Lan Sou's words had barely concluded when dozens of bloodstains blossomed in the air, filling the narrow room with crimson figures!

Zhao Xiaoyi felt a chill run through him, realizing there was no avoiding the bloodstains that filled the sky. He was bound to be encumbered by that cold sensation.

Li Yan didn't try to dodge as dozens of blood figures lunged at him from all directions. As the closest cursed spirit was about to touch Li Yan's calf, he bent his legs and leapt up with a scraping sound, not only avoiding the blood figure but also flipping in the air to hang upside down from a beam, his legs sturdy as tree roots, his gaze fixed on Lan Sou!

The Ring Dragon Sword in his hand thrummed with a radiant glow, its tip stabbing down diagonally, halting just an inch from Lan Sou's forehead.

The tide of victory turned in an instant.

This?!

Zhao Xiaoyi was too astonished to speak.

“How about that?” Li Yan said with a smile at the corner of his mouth, his gaze inverted, yet his sword remained as steady as a rock.

Lan Sou's expression remained unchanged, followed by a sigh, he flicked his fingers upward.

Dozens of cursed spirits surged into the air, targeting Li Yan,

And suddenly, a black armor leapt up. The spirits slammed into the black armor, unable to reach Li Yan.

“What does this mean, Village Chief Lan?”

Li Yan's expression darkened, and he pressed his sword a few inches closer.

“I had never expected you to evade my cursed spirits. What I wanted to test was how long you could endure the blood-sucking of the cursed spirits to determine whether you have the ability to resolve our troubles. Don't worry, I will not take your life.” Eh?

Lan Sou looked down seemingly disappointed, but within moments, he raised his head again with a look of surprise and uncertainty!

The clusters of blood figures clung to the towering Ghost Rider, and while others couldn't discern the subtleties, the black armor's Ghost Rider emitted creaking sounds without showing any abnormalities.

The men and women of the village were all abuzz. Lan Sou's cursed spirits were invisible to others, and the fact that the Red Flag leader could dodge instinctively, even threatening Lan Sou with his sword, was astonishing enough. But what surprised them even more was that this man in black armor seemed immune to the Cursed Blood Spirits!

“What kind of armor is he wearing?”

Lan Sou stood up excitedly.

Li Yan straightened up, released his feet from the beam, and landed back on the floor, failing to notice the complex expression on Zhao Xiaoyi's face behind him.

“It's the armor that can help you solve your problems.”

Lan Sou clutched at his heart, looking extremely moved, and it was some time before the old man in his sixties showed a very cheerful expression.

“Please allow me to express the highest respect to you, our esteemed guests,”

Vegetables, fruit wines, and young girls dancing in their graceful gossamer dresses–there was no denying the wild beauty of Guangyi Island's villagers, inheriting the robustness of the Min heritage, both men and women could be said to be refreshingly bright and pleasing to the eye.

If Lan Sou's previous demeanor was polite yet distant, now he truly revered Li Yan and the others, not only setting up a lavish banquet but also inviting the village's beautiful girls to serve wine to the Red Flag Gang. The lovely Guangyi women, with their picturesque features, even managed to make the rugged men of the Red Flag feel rather out of place.

“Um…” Li Yan glanced surreptitiously at Lady Dan, who was quite interested in tasting the fruit wine, and sidestepping the curvy arm of his nephew Zhi Nong, he addressed Lan Sou across the table, “I think we should discuss serious matters.”

Zhi Nong giggled, having grown less afraid of Li Yan over the past few days.

“Tianbao leader, I am aware of your relationship with Madam Shi. This is just our way of welcoming you to Guangyi Island. Besides, Madam Shi has passed away, after all. Surely she wouldn't expect you to abstain from the company of women for life, would she?”

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