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Chapter 51: The Absence of White in Changbai Mountain
Chapter 51: The Absence of White in Changbai Mountain
A foreboding black aura hung heavily in the air, conspicuous even to the untrained eye. Some speculated that even ordinary people could see it.
The spectators in the stands felt an oppressive chill, shivering despite the summer heat.
The mere presence of Deng Youfu was enough to instill such awe that almost everyone's perception of him changed. Though he seemed unremarkable, the formidable entity behind him was clearly something to be reckoned with.
"Ever since Guan Shihua went into seclusion, we haven't seen a spirit of this caliber in a long time."
Wang Ai narrowed his eyes, observing the black aura emanating from Deng Youfu. He could sense the abundant spiritual energy radiating from him, and a glint of greed flashed in his eyes.
Feng Zhenghao, who had been silently observing, remained expressionless but felt a heavy weight in his heart.
Xing Tong was right; the Wang family indeed had the ability to summon and command spirits.
"We should address him as an immortal. A spirit with such a presence must have lived for several hundred, if not a thousand years. We, the old ones, are mere children in his eyes."
Lu Jin was quite respectful to Liu Kunsheng, nodding approvingly at Deng Youfu on the field. "Though he lacks in other areas, his martial skills are well-honed. Not bad at all."
"Heh, what immortal? Just a long-lived beast, that's all." Wang Ai chuckled, glancing at Lu Ke.
"But this beast does have some strength. Your disciple might suffer if he doesn't concede."
Feng Zhenghao also advised, "Old Master Wang is right. Old Master, why don't you step in and end this match? Lu Ke has already proven his worth. Losing to a spirit that has lived for centuries is nothing to be ashamed of."
"No rush, no rush. Let's watch for a bit."
The old master spoke calmly, his face serene, even with a hint of a smile.
Zhang Lingyu, standing nearby, shifted his gaze and was about to step forward to persuade the old master to intervene, but a hand held him back.
"Senior Lu, you..."
Lu Jin released his grip, somewhat irritably. "Just watch the match. That little rascal doesn't need your worry."
He glanced at Zhang Lingyu with a peculiar expression. "The little rascal has extraordinary talent. With him around, your position as the Master might be in question. Even if Liu Kunsheng injures him, it would only benefit you. Why are you so anxious?"
"Senior Lu, you're underestimating me, Zhang Lingyu." Zhang Lingyu's face grew serious. "The position of Master should go to the most capable. If Lu Ke can defeat me, he deserves it. If I were to let a fellow disciple get hurt just to secure the position, I wouldn't deserve it at all."
"..."
Lu Jin sighed. Such an honest child, and yet he's surnamed Zhang, while that little rascal is surnamed Lu. How ironic.
...
"Why aren't you attacking? Scared stiff?"
Liu Kunsheng, possessing Deng Youfu, spoke with a haughty tone, exuding an air of invincibility. "Since you're a junior, I thought I'd let you have a few moves. If you don't attack soon, I won't hold back."
"Ah, no, that's not it." Lu Ke smiled nervously, rubbing his hands together and lowering his voice. "Um, Sir Liu, is it just you, a male black snake, in Changbai Mountain?"
Liu Kunsheng was taken aback. "Junior, what do you mean?"
"I mean, are there any female white snakes?"
Lu Ke's voice grew even softer, almost embarrassed. He waved his hand dismissively.
"Just out of curiosity, nothing else."
He was a decent person and had never entertained the idea of becoming a hero like Xu Xian.
Liu Kunsheng: "..."
Three seconds later.
"Brat, you're asking for death!"
With Liu Kunsheng's furious roar, a thick black aura enveloped the entire arena, making all the spectators feel a terrifying presence that stiffened their bodies.
At that moment, a golden light enveloped the field, isolating the black aura within.
The voice of the Grand Daoist Master rang out just in time.
"Everyone, there's no need to worry. Just enjoy the match."
Lu Ci looked at the thick golden light and grinned. "The Grand Daoist Master's strength hasn't waned a bit."
"What did that kid say to make this immortal so angry?" Lu Jin was a bit puzzled and concerned, not for Lu Ke, but for the immortal.
If the immortal got so angry that it lashed out at Lu Ke, who knows what that petty guy would do.
Even the Undying would shed a layer of skin!
...
On the field, Liu Kunsheng, brimming with anger, prepared to charge forward. Suddenly, he felt an unsettling aura emanate from Lu Ke.
He cautiously retreated a few steps, flicking his snake tongue several times, looking at Lu Ke with confusion. He didn't understand where this feeling came from, but his innate warning system made him hesitate, preventing him from making any rash moves.
Lu Ke closed his eyes, and then an identical figure emerged from his body, standing side by side with him. The sight was eerie.
"What is this? An avatar?" Zhang Lingyu was taken aback, finding it hard to understand Lu Ke's technique.
"It's the Projection of the Yang Spirit." Lu Jin's eyes gleamed with curiosity. He had seen this technique recently, but usually, the Yang Spirit appeared as a translucent, ethereal form. Lu Ke's, however, seemed solid and tangible.
Just how powerful is this kid's soul?
Lu Ke's spirit form lifted his hand and examined it, poking his body with interest. He then began to touch and feel the spirit form, deep in thought. "So this is what it feels like to be the Ghost Lu Ke. It's quite different."
At least in this state, he wouldn't bleed, break bones, damage internal organs, eat, drink, or play poker. It felt more like a lump of clay that could be molded at will.
While Lu Ke was lost in thought, Liu Kunsheng, unable to contain himself, launched an attack.
Lu Ke's spirit form gave him an extremely dangerous feeling. He intended to attack the original body to end the match quickly.
Whoosh! Before Liu Kunsheng could get close, Lu Ke's spirit form seemed to teleport right in front of him, slapping him hard.
"You're so old and still playing dirty tricks, Lord Liu. Isn't that a bit too much?"
Slap!
Liu Kunsheng's spirit form was sent flying into the air by the slap. Deng Youfu's body, still moving forward due to inertia, stumbled and fell unconscious.
A spirit form could directly attack another spirit form.
Ghost-type techniques were particularly effective against other ghost types.
"That's the spirit's true form, how cool."
"Hisss, such a big snake, I want to wrap it around me!"
"Be normal, I'm scared. You can do snakes too?"
"To be fair, it is pretty cool. This is the spirit that the shaman lineage has revered for a thousand years?"
High above, the giant black snake coiled and wriggled its body, exuding a powerful presence. But inside, it was panicking.
After glancing at the unconscious Deng Youfu, it warily stared at Lu Ke's spirit form, feeling that its snake life was particularly tough.
The shaman lineage revered only one spirit in their lifetime. Once successful, both parties treated each other as family. Though Liu Kunsheng spoke harshly, he was deeply concerned for Deng Youfu.
Given Deng Youfu's weak soul, a single slap from the opponent would likely shatter him.
Now, it either had to admit defeat or win before Lu Ke attacked again.
But from the look of that slap, winning was out of the question. Another two slaps and its spirit form would disintegrate!
Wasn't the Great Sacrifice of the Sky supposed to be for the younger generation?
Where did such an exceptional kid come from?
Lord Liu felt that his entire snake body was in trouble.
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I forgot to set the release time, so it's a few minutes late. Please don't be upset.
There was a part that wasn't written appropriately, it has been corrected. Thanks to the reader for pointing it out.
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