Chapter 39 Purple Rosewood Sword
The night was deep.
The old Taoist priest, with a hunched back, wore a tattered black robe, the hem of which fluttered in the night wind.
His face was thin, with high, prominent cheekbones.
His eyes, deep-set, gleamed with a cold, eerie light.
The old Taoist priest held a dark compass tightly in his hand, with wisps of black energy swirling and moving around its surface.
His face was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.
His lips parted slightly as he muttered something to himself.
He kept his eyes glued to the compass, and carefully moved forward step by step as the compass needle turned.
He muttered through gritted teeth, "I'll see which ignorant brat dares to break my spell..."
As he walked, he unknowingly arrived at a hilltop.
The old Taoist priest raised his head, and his originally gloomy face instantly turned deathly pale.
"How did it get here?"
The old Taoist priest's eyes widened in shock.
Looking up, the only path leading up the mountain is rugged and winding.
The ridge is covered with strangely shaped rocks.
Like a menacing demon, it casts a twisted and terrifying shadow in the dim moonlight.
A mountain wind carrying a cloud of blood swept past.
The wind howled mournfully, as if countless wronged souls were weeping in the mountains.
"Soul Ridge..."
The old Taoist muttered to himself, shivering.
When he was a young Taoist priest who had just entered the Xuanmen sect, his master warned him that Duanhun Ridge was a forbidden place for all Xuanmen members.
Those who venture in face a near-certain death.
A thousand years ago, a brilliant imperial advisor was betrayed by his family on the eve of his ascension.
She was imprisoned at the foot of Broken Soul Ridge, where her vengeful spirit lingered for a long time.
Nine human-shaped stone tablets on the mountainside form the Big Dipper Array. Bronze chains extend from the bottom of each stone tablet, penetrating the mountain and connecting to the underground coffin, thus suppressing her.
They will never be reincarnated.
It is said that at midnight, the mountain ridge undulates and writhes like a dragon's spine, and dark red blood with a rusty smell seeps from the cracks in the rocks.
Many people, driven by greed, believed that her tomb must contain priceless magical treasures and artifacts, and thus risked their lives to explore it.
However, none of them made it out of Broken Soul Ridge alive.
On this Broken Soul Ridge, there are probably already piles of white bones.
Could it be that the one who broke his mind-controlling spell was a descendant of this genius celestial master?
The old Taoist priest was startled, and the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
After all, anyone who could break his complex spell was no ordinary person.
Just then, the black compass in the old Taoist's hand suddenly shattered with a "crack" without warning.
The old Taoist priest trembled with fright, leaving only the wreckage of the compass in his hand.
At this moment, he had no mind to care that the compass was a precious magical artifact that he had spent many years crafting.
The old Taoist priest felt that the suppressed vengeful spirit was staring at him with cold eyes.
His legs went weak, and he involuntarily took a step back, his voice trembling violently, "It is my fault for offending you, I will take my leave now."
Having said that, the old Taoist priest disregarded his image and turned to run away.
His figure looked so disheveled in the darkness, as if countless evil spirits were chasing him.
...
In ward 602 of the Fifth Mental Hospital.
Lu Yao was playing with a crape myrtle wood sword.
This was the reward she demanded after breaking Ye Zhirou's mind-altering spell.
Gu Jing already knew her identity as a Taoist priest, so she frankly told him that she needed a suitable magical artifact.
Gu Jing and Ye Zhirou regarded her as their savior and always granted her requests.
Through her extensive network of contacts, Ye Zhirou learned that a collector possessed a century-old crape myrtle wood sword.
She spared no expense and finally won him over.
He respectfully handed it to Lu Yao.
Lu Yao held the Ziwei wooden sword, a complex emotion flickering in her eyes.
She recalled her once-powerful Nine-Star Peach Wood Demon-Slaying Sword, which had once been renowned throughout the Xuanmen sect.
That was her powerful magical artifact that had accompanied her for many years and gone through countless battles.
Although this Ziwei wood sword cannot compare with the Nine-Star Peach Wood Evil-Slaying Sword in terms of quality and power.
However, in this era of the decline of the Xuanmen (Taoist sects), obtaining such a magical artifact is quite rare.
The blade is engraved with celestial patterns that shimmer and light as the stars move.
Lu Yao suddenly frowned.
She sensed a faint, almost imperceptible force trying to locate her, a force carrying a familiar, malevolent aura.
Lu Yao closed her eyes, and her spiritual power was released instantly.
A pair of withered, brittle hands clearly appeared in her mind, gripping a black compass, its needle spinning wildly.
The owner of the hand was muttering incantations, his face dark and menacing as he searched for her.
Lu Yao immediately realized that this was the same old Taoist priest who had cast the curse on Ye Zhirou.
Presumably, she easily broke the spell, and he was unwilling to accept it.
He even wanted to seek revenge on her.
Lu Yao chuckled softly, closed her eyes, and channeled her spiritual power into the Purple Star Wood Sword.
In an instant, the sword shone brightly, and the star patterns flickered even more intensely, as if they were about to leap off the sword.
Lu Yao suddenly opened her eyes, a cold glint flashing in them.
He slashed the air with the crape myrtle wood sword in his hand.
In a faraway place, the old Taoist priest, who was trying to locate the road, suddenly heard a piercing buzzing sound from his compass, which then shattered with a "crack".
"Not bad." Lu Yao smiled with satisfaction.
...
In the evening, Lu Yao began her live stream.
As soon as Lu Yao logged on, Gu Jing and Ye Zhirou immediately showered her with dozens of Carnival gifts.
The special effects were so flashy that the screen was almost invisible, so Lu Yao had to tell them to stop.
The comments section was filled with amazement, with many exclaiming, "So extravagant!"
Gu Jing commented in the live chat: "[If it weren't for the streamer, my mother might have remained mentally impaired for the rest of her life, and I would have been kept in the dark forever. The streamer's kindness and generosity cannot be repaid with this small gift.]"
The comments section was buzzing with interest: "Oh, is that the girl whose mom was cursed by her dad the other day? Looks like things have been resolved satisfactorily, that's great!"
The streamer broke the mind-altering spell in no time; he's incredibly skilled.
Gu Jing replied: [Yes, the scumbag got what he deserved. My mother is going through divorce proceedings, all his assets are frozen, and he has to return all the money he spent on his mistress.]
Wow, that's awesome! I love how you guys are so decisive and efficient!
Old acquaintance Yao Muling also appeared. She's now a loyal fan, watching Lu Yao's live streams every day. Her ID [伴君左右] has long been changed to [AAA电竞天才批发]. She revealed a little information:
I think I know the identities of the girl and her mother; it's been all over high society these past few days. Apparently, the scumbag and his mistress squandered hundreds of millions of yuan on the wife, and even if they had to sell their organs, they still couldn't pay it back. Their fate is probably going to be horrific.
[As expected of you, club owner, Modo Modo, give me some more insider information.]
[AAA Esports Genius Wholesale]: [Also, the scumbag is paralyzed. They're penniless now, kicked out of the hospital, and their property has been reclaimed. They're homeless now. I heard the mistress has no choice but to take the scumbag back to her hometown, but I think they'd be living a life worse than death anywhere.]
How wonderful!
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