Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me A Demon!
/ Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon! Chapter 348
Chapter 348: Chapter 244: Sweep (First Update)_2
But doing so would only hasten their own demise.
Ordinary Ten Thousand Soul Banners' Yin Souls were nothing in front of the Ghost Bride.
If one were to take out a Ten Thousand Soul Banner at the level of a hundred thousand Yin Souls, perhaps it might pose a threat to the Ghost Bride.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
The Silver and Golden Armored Zombies had already charged to Han Ruyan's front, their fierce and brutal faces, bodies shimmering with silver or golden light, lunging towards Su Jie and the Ghost Bride.
Just then, a Black Moon hung high in the sky, a hundred meters above; as the Black Moon “opened its eyes,” its red pupils swept over the vast land.
Within the Silver and Golden Armored Zombies, muscles, meridians, blood vessels, internal organs, brains, and other parts began to manifest delicate blades.
These blades split into two, two into four, four into eight, multiplying continuously.
In the blink of an eye, over a dozen Silver and Golden Armored Zombies stiffened on the spot, from their mouths and noses, from the pores of their bodies, countless tiny blades could be seen sawing back and forth.
Seconds later, all the blades burst forth from their bodies, scattering in the wind like petals of a rose.
And these zombies exploded with a bang, accompanied by puffs of blood and mud splattering around, drenching the surrounding area with blood and flesh.
Ten disciples of the Heavenly Soul Sect trembled, taking out various magical artifacts, still wanting to make one last stand.
They were the proud talents of the Heavenly Soul Sect, having lost one against ten, which would bring shame upon them if word got out.
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“Curse.”
Han Ruyan's dead and indifferent gaze turned towards them, and a chill ran down the spines of the ten Heavenly Soul Sect disciples, feeling as if some great terror had descended upon them.
Their skin was penetrated by layers upon layers of eerie black patterns, and somehow, a “Xi ” character had appeared on their foreheads.
This curse ravaged their insides, no matter how they used their spiritual power to dispel it, it had little effect.
In just over ten seconds, the faces of these disciples turned blank, as they bent over in pairs, as if bowing to each other in matrimony, a barely audible whisper echoing from the air.
“Exchanging matrimonial vows.”
Behind these disciples, on their shadows, a red bridal veil fell over the shadow's heads, obscuring their consciousness as well.
As these Heavenly Soul Sect disciples bowed, their life forces visibly waned, and once the wedding rites were completed, it would be their moment of death.
“We admit defeat.”
Zhao Lianshan couldn't bear it any longer, seeing the defeat was set, and if he didn't step in now, all these elite disciples of his sect would be dead.
“Wife, spare them.”
Su Jie, seeing it was time to call it quits, signaled Han Ruyan to come back. Killing everyone would only cause complications with the alliance between the two Demon Sects; Su Jie was reasonable enough to understand that.
Besides, his grudge was with Zou Minzun, not these minor disciples whom Su Jie hadn't even taken into consideration.
Han Ruyan slowly retracted her gaze, dissolving the curse imposed on the ten disciples.
Thump!
The ten disciples collapsed to the ground, some with skin ulcerated, exposing white bones; some with teeth falling out, tongues severed, and others with numerous broken bones. The scene was a mess of blood, many disciples rolling on the ground in pain, only slightly relieved after taking healing pills.
All these disciples had previously insulted Su Jie, and Han Ruyan, protective of her husband, had punished each one. The filth they had spewed was now matched by their grim fate.
“We are grateful for your mercy in sparing our lives,” they said.
“Against a Sixth Grade Wedding Dress Ghost, I have no complaints about my loss.”
“It seems I was a frog in a well, Mr. Su truly deserves to be the top disciple of Ghost Ridge Palace; I, Xu Jun, am convinced.”
When those Heavenly Soul Sect disciples who had not been tormented regained their bearings, their faces showed the relief of having survived a catastrophe; their eyes filled with extreme terror and fear when they looked at Han Ruyan.
It was this female ghost who had almost taken their lives.
“Now that the outcome is clear, does Elder Zhao have anything to say?”
Taoist Qiu spoke in a tone neither cold nor warm, causing Zhao Lianshan's face to alternatingly flush and pale, as if he'd been through a dyeing workshop.
His face had lost all its dignity as the leader of ten disciples who couldn't beat a single opponent.
“Our Heavenly Soul Sect is willing to accept the loss, the matter of East Victory City shall be written off.”
Elder Zhao glared fiercely at Zou Minzun, then looked at his disciples with a mix of anger and frustration, as if regretting their inability to meet his expectations. With a sweep of his sleeve, he turned and left without looking back, to avoid further embarrassment in front of onlookers.
As for the disciples, they too rose to their feet, supporting each other as they staggered away from this heartrending place.
Behind them, many guests whispered among themselves, their gazes towards Su Jie filled with admiration.
With just the Wedding Dress Ghost, he managed to defeat ten elite disciples from the Heavenly Soul Sect, and Su Jie hadn't even used his other techniques, like the poisonous insects from Ghost Ridge Palace. This indicated that Su Jie's strength was far greater than what had been witnessed.
Taoist Qiu approached Su Jie, clearly satisfied with his performance.
“As my disciple, you should be just as formidable. With me here, no one can oppress you by their status.” he said.
While speaking, Taoist Qiu also took out an item from his Storage Bag.
“I've reforged this White Bone Sky Slaying Sword for you. Use it well,” he said.
The item Taoist Qiu brought out was a flying sword, exuding a formidable murderous aura, and its whole body was pristine white.
“Thank you, Master,” Su Jie said.
Looking at the newly reforged White Bone Sky Slaying Sword, with fresh spiritual materials added, the sword appeared even sharper and caused pain with just one glance.
“Eh, Master, this flying sword's grade…” Su Jie said.
Suddenly, Su Jie noticed something wrong with the grade of the White Bone Sky Slaying Sword. It wasn't the Mid Grade Magical Artifact he had expected, but a genuine Top Grade Magical Artifact.
Su Jie had an eye for quality, and he knew the difference between a real Top Grade Magical Artifact and a Mid Grade Magical Artifact was enormous.
“Recently, I killed an Elder from the Purple Mist Sect who had many suitable spiritual materials and Divine Ores. I incorporated them into the forging process and produced a Top Grade Flying Sword, consider it an advance gift for you before entering the Secret Realm,” Taoist Qiu spoke indifferently, while the surrounding guests turned envious to the point their eyes were practically glowing red.
Everyone knew a normal Mid Grade Magical Artifact cost between five thousand to ten thousand Spirit Stones, and this grade of artifact was the standard weapon for most Hidden Realm Elders of average strength.
As for Top Grade Magical Artifacts, their prices started at fifty thousand Spirit Stones, with some of the finest or those possessing special functions reaching two to three hundred thousand Spirit Stones.
Only the powerful Hidden Realm warriors would use Top Grade Magical Artifacts in battle.
Now, seeing Taoist Qiu bestow a Top Grade Magical Artifact to Su Jie, such extravagant action made countless people wish they could be in his shoes.
“Master, this is too valuable. I…,” Su Jie began.
At that moment, Su Jie suddenly understood Xiao Guanglian's joy; to have such a strong backing was indeed exceedingly thrilling.
“As long as you advance to the Secret Realm and don't disappoint my expectations, a mere Top Grade Magical Artifact is well within my means to give,” Taoist Qiu said, glancing at the astonished guests around him. If they knew that Su Jie was an Immortal Seed whom even Sect Master Zhang Junwei couldn't resist attempting to take as a disciple, and that Su Jie had condensed his Primordial Spirit in the Yunling Realm, they would immediately understand his actions.
“Master, I will certainly not tarnish your reputation,” Su Jie said.
Caressing the icy blade of the White Bone Sky Slaying Sword, Su Jie felt reassured knowing this Top Grade weapon would significantly bolster his combat arsenal.
“Don't disappoint me,” Taoist Qiu said, nodding his head and turning to leave with Tang Peiqing. The rest of the guests gradually followed suit, dispersing from the area.
Ning Xinyue approached Su Jie, her curiosity piqued as she gazed at the flying sword in his hand.
“Why doesn't my master, Elder Tang, give me such nice things?” she complained, puffing up her cheeks with envy at Su Jie's effortless acquisition of magical artifacts.
She had to invest Spirit Stones and scour hills and dales with the Tianxi Eight Diagrams Plate to find treasures, while Su Jie simply had the Treasures delivered to him.
Su Jie laughed and replied, “If you're willing to reveal your Xuanyin Body, Elder Tang might indeed present you with a Top Grade Magical Artifact.”
With a pout, Ning Xinyue responded, “Forget it, I prefer to enrich myself through my own hard work. Who knows, I might even come across an Exotic Treasure and make a fortune.”
“Do you think Exotic Treasures are like turnips in the ground, just waiting to be found?” Su Jie said, shaking his head amusedly. He nodded to Xiao Fengyuan before departing.
“Just wait, the day I find an Exotic Treasure, I'll make you green with envy, you jerk,” Ning Xinyue mumbled, wrinkling her nose and pulling a face at Su Jie's retreating figure, her competitive spirit unwavering.
Chapter end
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