Chapter 793: Witchcraft Masters
Chapter 793: Witchcraft Masters
The manager of the Plague Robber Sect, upon making his move, immediately revealed a shocking disparity. The Pest Child Bag flew in mid-air, unleashing torrential flames. Only the Temple Deity Incarnate could barely withstand it, while the others were powerless.
Amidst the chaos, the Second Pot Head's face turned green, gritting his teeth, "Such a rare opportunity to show our faces, and this is how we lose face?"
He was seething with anger.
When Lao Bai Gan initially gave him the Year Protection Scroll, he was truly terrified.
Others might not know its significance, but he understood it all too well, especially its importance to the Ghost Walker Path.
His first thought was to bury it again and avoid touching it.
He was well aware that any contact would spell big trouble.
But being a Ghost Walker himself, upon seeing the Year Protection Scroll, how could he possibly move his legs?
"Just take a look!" he reassured himself. It's just a glance, not like he has to castrate himself.
But as he started reading, he couldn't stop. Inside, he found the secret techniques his master had taught him, or rather, the advanced techniques to improve those secret techniques.
He couldn't count how many techniques he had struggled to understand over the years, but the Year Protection Scroll explained them effortlessly. His understanding of the Ghost Walker Path suddenly elevated by several levels.
However, once he started reading, he couldn't put it down, and his courage grew.
Second Pot Head had always been one to avoid trouble, but when it came to matters in his hands, he couldn't help but take action.
So, he had to come as the heir of the Ghost Walker Sect, believing that with the techniques from the Year Protection Scroll and the borrowed ten thousand elite soldiers, along with the help of the Reincarnates, he could at least salvage some dignity.
But to his surprise, after the initial appearance, the rest was all about enduring and suffering. Now, his courage was almost shattered.
Run! Not only must he run, but he had to take the Granary Protection Army with him; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to explain himself back in Bright State.
Even Little Red Lantern would look down on him.
For this reason, even in the midst of chaos, he clenched his teeth and first evacuated the Granary Protection Army.
Just as he was about to cast his technique, he suddenly felt his eyes blur. Oh...
The ox cart had already stopped at the edge of the battlefield. In front of him, people were running away with their heads covered, but Monkey Wine, standing in front of the cart, used a slight technique to make them unconsciously detour around him, preventing any collisions.
However, the chaotic scene still caused him to squint, wanting to express his dissatisfaction, but in the end, he could only sigh softly and accept it.
... Asking others to become smarter and calmer was indeed too much.
Since he didn't feel like getting angry, he merely nodded at the ox pulling the cart, and surprisingly, the ox listened and stopped.
Upon closer inspection, one could notice that the ox's horns were peculiar.
Moreover, the ox's body wasn't fat or robust; instead, it was sleek and muscular, with a long face that resembled a horse.
But horses don't grow horns, so it must be an ox.
It was evident that this ox was obedient, not causing any trouble in the chaotic scene.
Monkey Wine stood in front of the cart and slowly raised the flute in his hand, doing something that caused a gentle breeze to stir, lifting the corners of his robe.
Immediately, the wind entered the flute's holes, producing a mournful melody that gradually grew heavier and deeper. It drowned out not only the surrounding noise but also the entire battlefield's clamor, causing everyone in the area to become slightly more alert.
Amidst the flute's melody, the soldiers and various experts retreating from the battlefield suddenly calmed down.
Simultaneously, they felt the ground beneath them become unstable, as if the directions were shifting.
The Second Pot Head, who had just started his ritual, was the first to notice this change and immediately flew into a rage, turning to curse, "Who the hell is interfering with my technique?"
But before he could finish his curse, he suddenly saw Monkey Wine beside the ox cart, and his expression froze.
He forced a smile, trying to hide his embarrassment, "Brother, you're here?"
Someone nearby also heard the flute and thought there was a spy in the crowd, turning around with a cry.
Then, his body shuddered, and the cry was abruptly stifled as his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, "This Sun... Who is this young master?"
"Holy shit, look at that attire and the flute in his hand..."
Monkey Wine rarely collaborated with others, but his reputation was growing, and his appearance was easily recognizable.
The surrounding crowd immediately fell silent upon recognizing him.
However, Monkey Wine paid them no heed, and the wind blowing past him intensified, the flute's melody rising higher and becoming increasingly shrill. In an instant, it drowned out not only the surrounding noise but also the entire battlefield's clamor.
Everyone's ears were filled with the mournful flute melody, and they felt the world spinning, as if everything around them had flipped. This sensation often occurred when people felt dizzy, but this time was different.
Soon, those with higher abilities realized that the spinning sensation was real; the heavens and earth were reversing, and directions were in disarray. In mid-air, the Temple Deity Incarnate could no longer hold on, closing the umbrella as torrential flames poured down, originally meant to favor the Granary Protection Army.
At this moment, the direction of the flames suddenly changed, flowing directly towards the Imperial Capital.
It was as if the evil flames had transformed into a stream, and the Imperial Capital had become a low-lying basin, naturally attracting the flow of water.
"A land of demons and ghosts?"
At the same time, as the flute's melody pierced through the entire battle array, on the city walls of the Imperial Capital, someone suddenly squinted their eyes.
When everyone looked, they saw that this person also had loose hair, but he wore a blue and brown garment, adorned with many ancient bone ornaments. He was from the Mountain Watching Zhu Family, and upon hearing the flute, his heart was already startled. Suddenly, he shouted, "Bring the drum!"
Before others could react, a High Official had already personally brought a dark leather drum.
The head of the Mountain Watching Zhu Family personally held the drumstick, raised it high, and gently struck the drum.
Boom! The moment the drum sounded, the entire world fell silent.
The flute's melody was dizzying, making people feel as if the heavens and earth were spinning. In contrast, the drumbeat seemed to have a sobering effect.
The evil flames in the air also changed direction again, burning towards the Granary Protection Army.
"Not good, come back quickly..."
"San Yi, San Yi, quickly bring A Bao up to the city wall..."
"Black Ni Zi, White Ni Zi, come to Grandma quickly..."
"..."
Witnessing this scene, the Ten Surnames Managers on the city wall, who had just been calm and carefree, now had their faces changed, and they shouted in unison.
Among the Imperial Capital's defense forces, the Ten Surnames disciples who were training alongside them had not yet realized the severity of the situation. They were all called back by the adults. Not only them, but even the various Minor Officials and family generals of the city's defense forces were in a hurry to leave.
Only the Imperial Capital's defense commander, who had received the death order, could only grit his teeth and continue guarding the city.
Seeing the head of the Mountain Watching Zhu Family personally engaging in a battle of skills, everyone understood that something serious had happened.
The drumbeats and flute melody had already clashed.
The battle of skills in the witchcraft path was the most terrifying, as one couldn't see the specific changes, but often, in an instant, it would decide life and death.
Especially since their path was prone to losing control and harming bystanders.
At this moment, there were countless experts in the field, but only a few could discern the subtle changes in this battle. Most people could only stare at the pest child bag in the air, judging which side was at a disadvantage based on the direction of the evil flames.
Following the flute's wail and the drumbeats, the pest child bag seemed to be spinning in the air, never settling on a side.
"Among these malevolent spirits, there's actually someone who can match Mr. Zhu?"
When someone on the city wall spoke these words, a chill ran through everyone's hearts, and even their voices carried a hint of horror.
"Hey, malevolent spirits, indeed malevolent spirits!"
Amidst everyone's doubts, the head of the Mountain Watching Zhu Family, Zhu Jingze, suddenly let out a cold laugh, "My Zhu Family is different from yours. We strictly guard our clan's arts and never pass them to outsiders. As a result, few outsiders have obtained the true teachings."
"But these malevolent spirits can take the initiative to cross the bridge, entering the path of witchcraft from the path of witchcraft talismans. In just three months, they have already transcended the human realm and entered the realm beyond ghosts..."
"If given more time, who knows how far these malevolent spirits will go?"
"I initially thought that the State Preceptor was too hasty in organizing this religious ceremony, dealing with these malevolent spirits before breaking through the obstacles. Now I realize that he was already too late."
"..."
As he spoke, his expression suddenly turned grim. Without another glance, he struck the drum forcefully and tossed the drumstick aside.
Everyone finally understood that he had recognized the reincarnate from outside and wanted to test his abilities.
Having tested him, he had now made a decisive judgment.
Whoosh! The air was filled with a trembling, lingering sound. With the drumbeat, the flames suddenly rained down from the sky, engulfing the battle array in a sea of fire, vaguely separating the Granary Protection Army from the Imperial Capital's defense forces.
"Is this the best the Mountain Watching Zhu Family has to offer?"
At that moment, the flute fell silent, and Monkey Wine took a slight step back, gently brushing off his white robe.
"Brother, what's going on?"
Unlike him, the people around were not so calm. Seeing the sea of evil flames, their voices had already changed, urging,
"Don't you have the One-Man Nation-Conquering Technique? It's time to use it!"
"..."
"After researching for so long, I've realized that the One-Man Nation-Conquering Technique doesn't actually exist."
Monkey Wine slowly raised his head and said indifferently, "Human strength is limited, and it's impossible to concentrate all power into one person."
"Moreover, with the Mountain Watching Zhu Family's presence, I'm currently not as capable as him."
Everyone around was stunned, except for the one who had summoned the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals earlier. He suddenly showed a joyful expression, glancing at the crowd as if to say, 'See, I told you so before.'
"So..."
Monkey Wine slowly spoke, turning to the ox cart, uncovering the oilcloth covering it. He whispered, "I've changed my approach. Instead of pursuing the integration of all power, I'm aiming to kill enough people..."
"The effect is the same anyway."
(End of Chapter)
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