Chapter 10: Don’t Remember the Old Hatred

Wei Ci threw his ice blade sword to Cang Ming: "Go on!" Then he stood behind the three of them, leisurely watching the fight with his arms folded.

Cang Ming caught the sword, turned around and changed his steps, forcing back two evil ghosts, and then repelled a corpse that pounced on Wei Ci.

Tian Xinshu summoned a cloud of golden beads, which quickly gathered and transformed into a spear. Tian Xinshu snatched it away and thrust it straight at Cang Ming. Cang Ming struggled with her and shouted at Wu Lu, "Break the ceiling!"

Wu Lu didn't understand what he meant, but he was very clear about it. He immediately raised his crutch and hit the top of his head hard.

There was a big hole in the stone wall above his head. The captured red-robed boy was sitting in the upper cave. He was looking at the big hole at his feet in surprise. Below the cave, a group of demons were dancing wildly.

Xisheng had already understood what was going on and threw the erhu over to him: "Hook it!" The erhu flew up and wrapped one of its strings around his wrist, then gently pulled him down.

As the young man screamed, Wu Lu caught it with one hand and casually threw it to Wei Ci: "Take a look."

Xisheng and Weici returned to defend the formation. Over there, Cangming was still clashing with Tianxinshu, praising him at the top of his voice: "Xisheng, the divine calculator! The lawless catcher!"

The young man who was saved leaned on Wei Ci's arms, at a loss. Wei Ci didn't seem to want to care for him. He let out a long breath and took him a little further away.

Cang Ming shouted, "Get out!"

Wu Lu aimed at a mountain wall that he had spotted a long time ago, swung his crutch and hammered it open. Four people and a young man came out of the mountain. Suddenly, the sky was clear and they saw the underworld outside the mountain again. Surprisingly, everyone seemed so familiar, as if they had returned to their grandmother's house.

Tian Xinshu was extremely furious and had already rushed out with all his subordinates.

The fields below the mountain were vast, covered with fluorescent ghost grass, and in the distance were pedestrians on the street. Cang Ming pointed to the desolate coast behind the mountain and said, "Go over there, and don't hurt any innocent people!"

When Tian Xinshu and his men landed on the coast, Cang Ming and his three companions, each armed, were ready for battle. Wei Ci casually tugged at the young man's arm, watching the excitement with interest.

Tian Xin laughed sinisterly: "Your attempt to save this kid was fake, but your attempt to steal my magic weapon was real!"

The deputy general gnashed his teeth and said, "We took the magic weapon from that bastard official. What does it have to do with you? How shameless! Who the hell are you?"

Wu Lu answered loudly: "We are the Three Immortals of Xiyuan!" Cang Ming glanced at his two friends, feeling confused.

The spear in Tian Xinshu's hand suddenly transformed into countless golden beads, and thousands of bullets were fired at once. His subordinates, as if hearing an order, charged forward and rushed forward together.

Wu Lu sat cross-legged, striking the shore with his staff, as if in a deserted place. Suddenly, the waves rose like a mighty wall of water, resonating like tiny pieces of gold foil. Then, suddenly, they crashed down, like the simultaneous beating of thousands of drums, clanging and pounding.

In this repetitive cycle, Xisheng plucked the strings to the rhythm of the waves, and a single, aged string produced a melody of the tides. Sunrise and sunset, the tides ebb and flow, followed by a torrential downpour at sea, the drifting of fishing boats, and the wails of mountain spirits and sea monsters.

When the golden beads were flying ferociously all over the sky, Cang Ming had already twisted his body and hung his sword to the music, and a series of dots turned over like sparks, spinning in perfect harmony with the drum beats.

The sword energy blocked the golden bead formation, but the golden beads immediately formed into a giant skeleton that covered the sky and the sun, stretching out ten skeletal fingers to grab.

Cang Ming threw himself backwards, barely avoiding the incoming giant hand. He took advantage of the situation and rose to his feet, his sword in hand, as he flipped forward. A hexagonal snowflake formation formed before him, confronting Tian Xinshu's golden skull. The two men engaged in a secret duel.

Wei Ci looked at him coldly, secretly forming hand seals with his hands, ready to strike at any moment.

On this side, the rhythm and music combined to form a protective magic circle, surrounding Cang Ming and his group in the center.

The demon soldiers and generals followed the military formation, roaring and charging forward. In each column, the front held shields, the middle held spears, and the back drew bows. They spread out in rows, forming a continuous line, but were suppressed by the formation and could not attack for a while.

The corpses and evil spirits stretched out their long sharp claws, but Xisheng and Wulu still had enough hands to beat them back one by one.

Wu Lu said proudly: "This body protection magic circle is called the Wave-Strike Huasheng Formation!"

Xisheng immediately objected: "Why not the Huasheng Wave Strike Formation?"

Wu Lu said: "Because it doesn't sound right!"

The Infernal Corpses would simply pounce repeatedly in the direction of human presence until they were knocked unconscious. The Fiends, on the other hand, possessed spirits, each one cunning and treacherous. Seeing that Xisheng and Wulu were difficult to defeat, they suddenly twisted their arms together like a twisted dough, reached into the magic circle, and dragged the red-robed youth out.

The red-robed youth was startled, and pulled out a tickler from the back of his collar, swinging it left and right with great vigor.

Wu Lu asked curiously, "You can do it too?"

The young man waved his left hand to scratch his itch, and used his right hand to hit out with real moves, knocking several evil spirits a dozen feet away. He said loudly: "To answer the question of the great immortal, I have some knowledge of the art of exorcising ghosts!" After that, in the blink of an eye, he had sent out several large red talismans with one hand.

Xisheng praised: "What a swift skill!"

Those big red talismans flew onto the faces of zombies and evil spirits like happy couplets, making the scene very lively and joyful.

The zombie's face was covered and it suddenly lost its direction. It actually moved towards the deputy general, causing a burst of dirty curses.

The evil spirits all screamed from the burns of the red talisman, suddenly pulling their heads off and throwing them at the boy. Cang Ming hurriedly kicked a few of the little ghosts and knocked their heads off.

Many headless bodies stumbled towards the boy, saying, "It doesn't hurt, hahaha, it doesn't hurt if I don't have a face..."

The boy was far superior to other disciples of his age and seemed to have had experience in catching ghosts several times. However, he was still unable to cope with several extremely evil creatures.

Cang Ming shouted, "Go back!" He swung his ice blade sword and picked up the headless bodies and threw them into the giant hand of the skeleton.

The young man took the opportunity to jump back into the wave-beating Huasheng formation. Wei Ci pursed his lips and stared at Cang Ming's figure.

The skeleton looked down and saw a headless ghost in his hand. He was immediately furious and took a step forward, almost breaking the edge of the hexagonal snowflake formation.

Seeing this, Xisheng plucked the strings even faster and more swiftly, the music surging and captivating. The unrhythmic drumbeats also intensified, like a raging storm.

Cang Ming had fought alone for ten years, but now he was suddenly dancing to the music of his old friend, a thousand emotions flooding his heart. With a somersault, a gust of wind blew up, his clothes rustling. As he landed, he swung his ice sword downwards and shouted, "Shadow, come!"

The patterns on the deep sea blue robe moved like a shadow play.

Tian Xinshu was fully focused on controlling the golden bead formation, but he couldn't help but exclaim, "What a magic trick!"

The wave pattern on the hem of Cang Ming's robe rose and fell with the beat of the music. Clouds rolled and unrolled over the sea, and the bright moon hung high in the sky. Soon, a variety of shadow puppets slowly emerged from the sea, and with the gait of marionettes, they climbed up the full moon and floating clouds step by step, and began to dance with sticks in the sky.

With a snap, the rhythmic drum beats shifted abruptly. The faint string music suddenly became heavy and passionate, and the second half of the Chaohuasheng piece unfolded slowly like a magnificent scroll.

Cang Ming threw the sword, and it flipped several times in the air before landing back steadily in his hand. Along with the other shadow puppets, Cang Ming's sword flowers flew and danced again.

The demon army lay on the ground, covering their ears and roaring as they rolled around. The magic circle enveloped them like a hunting net in the snow, burning them until smoke came out of their bodies.

Some monsters spat out a pile of white human bones, which then turned into a pool of black water. Wei Ci sighed. The monsters who had never eaten humans rolled their eyes and fell into a deep coma.

The deputy general fought alone, attacking the magic circle fiercely while cursing: "Just a few kabukis, why are they pretending to be gods..." In the end, he was exhausted and fell to the ground.

Only the Inferi remained hidden far away on the cliff edge, their eyes glowing red as they indomitably extended their snake-like tongues and arms, swishing and clawing. Each time they touched the edge of the magic circle, there was a crackling sound, and black smoke billowed from their tongues and fingertips until they were burned to charcoal and shattered into pieces.

Tian Xinshu's golden bead array crackled with flames, melting a corner of the hexagonal snowflake array. Xisheng immediately raised a yellow talisman with seal script on it to fill the gap in the array.

Cang Ming praised loudly: "Xisheng's calligraphy is excellent!"

The deputy general was lying on the ground, half unconscious, rolling his eyes and saying, "Three against one, shameless trash..."

Wei Ci said, "No, no, it was clearly you hundreds of losers beating up the three of them."

The three immortals looked at each other, then suddenly flew into the air together and shouted in unison: "Break!"

The moment the snowflake array broke, bits of flying snow bloomed like fireworks and landed on the golden beads, just like the wild fruits in the mountains in late autumn, covered with snow.

The skeleton made of golden beads trembled, and Tian Xinshu was knocked back by the impact.

Taking advantage of this gap, Xisheng raised a yellow teleportation talisman: "Go back!"

The yellow talisman exploded gently, burning into a puff of white smoke that surrounded four unusually calm people, including a young boy holding a tickler.

The wind whirled, and just before the five disappeared, Tian Xinshu screamed miserably, "Thief—hand over the Weiyang Crown—"

I can no longer hear what he shouted later.

"Where are we?" the red-robed boy looked around. "Are we still in the underworld?"

The teleporting yellow talisman brought the five people to a dilapidated shack. A copper ring, typical of a wealthy family, was attached to the tattered cloth door curtain. The surrounding area was overgrown with weeds, ghostly figures were floating about, and the sky was a gray-green.

Wu Lu said proudly, "That's right, just grab this door knocker. This thing is called a come and go key. I borrowed it from the two little kids. It cost me a few extra bowls of soup!"

"We used this key when we came here, and we have to return it to them when we go back." Xisheng glanced at Cang Ming, pulled her hand up and placed it on the copper ring, "Let's go."

Wei Ci also placed his hand on the copper ring, standing next to Cang Ming. Together, they pushed aside the door curtain and entered the shack. After a flash of white light, they finally returned to Xiyuan Sanfang.

Xisheng immediately collapsed on the bench: "I'm so tired, call me for dinner." The others also sat in a row on the bench.

The waiter had already brought a tea tray and hot towels, along with hot tea and firm sesame pancakes. Wu Lu, showing great hospitality, insisted on serving each person personally. He patted the waiter and the maid on the shoulders and said, "These are our mainstays! The young man's name is Xun Yan, and the young woman's name is Mi Xia. Just tell them what you need!"

The red-robed boy used a towel to carefully wipe his face, neck, and ears. When Wu Lu asked him if he wanted to wipe his body, the boy folded the towel and put it down. He walked in front of the four people, bowed deeply to the left, bent his waist and swept half a circle, and stood up from the right.

Several people stared at him in amazement, stunned by this level-headed greeting. The young man clasped his fists and said, "Disciple Wei Qiang, a disciple of the Lao Can sect."