Chapter 100 Keeping Ghosts in Hands and Making the Most of Them
On the deck, the expressions of the three members of Dingsheng Sect suddenly changed.
"The sound waves are attacking from the east and west; the illusions have trapped us here. Their true forms are inside." Zhu Shibai frowned deeply. "This is terrible! Quick!"
A flash of red, and Shen Qingluo had already rushed into the cabin.
Fu Daolan shouted anxiously, "Yes! This is terrible! Those demons have devoured countless people, and who knows how many vengeful spirits have entered their bellies. They are not easy to deal with! Little Sister Mingran and the others are still inside!"
"Oh dear! I'm even more worried now!" Guan Wangzhen also dashed towards the cabin, shouting as he ran, "What if those demons and ghosts are killed? This is terrible!"
"Huh?" Fu Daolan was about to run after him when he thought he had misheard and asked in surprise.
"Weren't we looking for a way to find out about the Abyss or this sea? These demons and ghosts are perfect for it!" Guan Wangzhen's voice echoed as he entered the cabin: "Her style is to leave no one alive!"
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The heads, large and small, stared at Ji Mingran, each one swollen and bluish-white from being soaked in seawater, with most of their skin peeled off, revealing exposed flesh and bones.
They are corpses and demons, their faces distorted from being submerged in the sea.
His rolled-back eyes, devoid of light, stared silently at her.
Ji Mingran raised his hand higher again, carefully protecting his flesh, and refused, saying, "No."
As soon as the words were spoken, the heads suddenly stretched up, and long, thin necks emerged from the pool of blood, twisting and writhing like snakes.
The head hissed and split into two groups, rushing towards the two people inside the room.
Yu Tianxing glanced at the head indifferently, and the head that was rushing towards him suddenly froze. The swollen face and the dull eyes widened in shock, and the neck shrank back, retreating before the head.
With a twist of its long, curved neck, the heads that were rushing towards Yu Tianxing retreated as if fleeing, hovered in mid-air for a moment, and then charged towards Ji Mingran.
"Huh, why are they all coming to my place? Well, I'll put on a show for you while you're eating." The number of long-necked demons rushing towards him suddenly increased. Ji Mingran tossed the fish skewers in his hand and instructed, "Catch them."
The fish skewers were precisely threaded through the gaps between the twitching neck and skull like a snake.
Yu Tianxing reached out and steadily caught the fish skewer.
The table floating in the pool of blood sank slightly. Ji Mingran leaped onto it and charged towards her head, which was originally in the same position. He couldn't stop in time and crashed into her head with a bang.
Golden light quickly enveloped the two people in the room. Ji Mingran stretched out his arms and grabbed a slender neck with each hand.
"Hehe." She laughed, "Yu Tianxing, look at the windmill."
After saying that, he began to swing his hands rapidly in circles, and the two bleeding heads tied to his slender necks began to crash uncontrollably into the other heads in the room.
Heads slammed and darted around the room, but in an instant, all the necks were tightly tangled together like knotted ropes.
The heads were stacked on top of each other like small mountains, unable to move, and the hissing sounds they emitted were intense and loud.
The blood pool suddenly surged and rose, and the table under Ji Mingran's feet retreated to the door in the blink of an eye.
Ji Mingran sat down, took his cane from his waist, and skillfully rowed the table like a boat, steadily moving forward amidst the turbulent waves of blood.
Drifting to Yu Tianxing's side, she stopped paddling and asked, "How is it? Isn't the windmill beautiful?"
Yu Tianxing smiled faintly, picked out a meat skewer from his hand, and handed out the rest: "It's good, this is a reward."
He only kept one skewer and gave the rest of the meat to her.
Ji Mingran's eyes lit up as he happily accepted the gift, saying without hesitation, "Great!"
She ate as she walked to the room, and what was left when she got there was enough for her and Yu Tianxing to eat together.
Now she can enjoy them all!
Holding a skewer in one hand and using his cane to trace patterns on the table with the other, Ji Mingran then traced patterns towards the small mountain of heads.
Under the resentful gaze of the demon's head, Ji Mingran stopped in front of the nearest swollen head.
He took a bite of the fish, and at the same time, the cane, soaked in dark red blood, was raised, and the sharp sword tip pierced the center of the eye hole, making a downward cut and then a horizontal cut.
The swollen face split in two and fell into the blood pool with a splash. The blood was deflected by the Vajra Formation and splashed onto the heads of the demons on both sides.
The hissing demon fell silent instantly.
The heads, already pressed tightly together, were squeezed into a ball, and the long necks writhed and turned like a bunch of earthworms.
The demons and ghosts cowered and leaned back.
"Don't rush." Ji Mingran ate the fish while cutting it piece by piece with his cane. "This time, everyone will get some."
The demon's lifeless pupils suddenly dilated, its terrified gaze falling on Yu Tianxing before turning back to Ji Mingran. Its eye sockets visibly stiffened, tilting back and squeezing even more violently, the direction of the squeezing actually towards Yu Tianxing.
But that wasn't fast enough for Ji Mingran to act quickly.
The only thing that slowed her down was the moment she ate the meat.
With a single sword stroke, Ji Mingran sliced off half of the head, like slicing a watermelon, and shook his slightly sore and tired arms.
Don't be fooled by how easily they're sliced; these heads are actually as hard as diamonds and steel, and slicing through too many would be quite laborious.
"It's fine if you don't cut them; they can't cause any trouble," Yu Tianxing gently reminded them. "Don't tire your hands out."
Ji Mingran thought for a moment, "Or we could try cutting it open using a teleportation array."
Ten beams of white light emerged from the center of the swollen, dead face.
Just then, a commotion broke out outside the door.
"Hey, hey, hey, my parents are talking inside, you can't just go in like that!" Ji Xingyang shouted, his voice seemingly coming from afar.
"Let me go!" Shi Jinle's voice came from afar, sounding like he was struggling. "What are you two doing in the room!"
Bang bang bang! The knocking was rough and urgent.
"Grandma, grandma, grandma!" Guan Wangzhen shouted loudly through the door.
"Mingran!" Shen Qingluo called out.
Ji Mingran squinted as he checked the location of the teleportation array, not having a chance to turn around, and simply said, "Please come in."
The wooden door slammed open, and a large amount of blood gushed out, pushing everyone back.
Guan Wangzhen suddenly let out a blast: "Grandma! You have to keep one!"
Several people walked side by side, struggling against the current.
"Mingran, are you all alright...?" Fu Daolan was the last to enter the room, her gaze passing over the people in front of her, her mouth agape for a long time.
The room was filled with a thick, pungent smell of blood. The eerie, dark red color inside was shocking. The walls and beams were covered in blood, and pools of blood gushed out, flooding the room. The volume of blood did not decrease and continued to rise above everyone's chests.
A black-robed cultivator wearing a mask sat cross-legged and floated in mid-air, casting a faint glance at them from behind the mask.
Alright, Brother Tianxing, are you alright? Fu Daolan immediately searched for Ji Mingran's figure, his eyes darting around, and his scalp tingled with fear.
In the river of blood, swollen, wide-eyed faces were squeezed into towers that almost touched the roof beams. Thin, flesh-colored strips stained with blood twisted and turned between the gaps in the faces, topped with a dense array of rolling white eyeballs that swung around, each eyeball wide open in terror.
Fu Daolan's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed into the river of blood.
Huh? A hint of doubt surfaced in Fu Daolan's mind amidst the shock. Terror? Terror was reflected in his eyes, which were now only whites?
Fu Daolan doubted that he had seen it wrong, so he mustered up his courage and took another look.
Upon closer inspection, there was a small figure sitting leisurely at a dark red table in front of the Face Tower, gesturing something towards the Face Tower.
Those empty, hollow faces were filled with terror as they shrank back and desperately tried to squeeze in.
Fu Daolan's mouth, which couldn't close, gradually opened wider, widening into an arc shape.
What did Mingran do to make those ghosts act like they'd seen a ghost?
None of the three from Dingsheng Sect showed any surprise; they simply surrounded Ji Mingran, each offering their own advice to persuade him to release the demons and ghosts.
Zhu Shibai raised his hand to signal her to stop: "Grandma Ming, wait a moment, these demons are useful to us."
Guan Wangzhen spoke quickly and urgently: "They are conscious, so let's get some information out of them. Ask them about the situation in this sea area, and also ask if they know the whereabouts of our sect's treasures."
"Don't worry, Mingran," Shen Qingluo said. "If they misbehave, I'll be the first to wipe them out."
"Oh, alright." Ji Mingran reluctantly put his hand down, still wanting to practice new moves. "Since that's the case, I guess I'll just have to stay a little longer."
His rolled-up eyes darted towards the three members of Dingsheng Sect, a hint of gratitude in them.
Guan Wangzhen rubbed the goosebumps on his arm and muttered, "This is disgusting."
Zhu Shibai and Shen Qingluo had already taken out a large piece of cloth and wrapped it around the face tower in circles.
The people immersed in the water felt a sense of relief as they realized the pool of blood had receded, and the ink-like bloodstains that had covered every corner of the room had faded without a trace.
The table leg beneath Ji Mingran fell to the ground.
The entire room was restored to its original state, with no trace of blood or smell of blood left.
This pool of blood is also an illusion.
The demons and ghosts ceased their struggle and willingly submitted to being subdued, thus putting away their illusions.
“They are truly afraid of you.” Fu Daolan dared not approach, but stayed close to the doorway, sincerely saying, “Mingran, you are so small, and you have only just established your foundation, yet you can deal with these demons and ghosts. You are truly amazing!”
That kind of courage is unmatched by ordinary people.
Shao Qingshang had arrived and said irritably, "How many times have I told you? These demons and ghosts are masters at manipulating people's hearts, amplifying their inner fears, and using them to devour flesh and souls. If you can see through the illusions and be unafraid of these ghosts, subduing them won't be a problem. You just don't have the guts! You always fall for their tricks."
"Easier said than done," Fu Daolan retorted. "Even the most skilled female cultivators of the Hehuan sect outside would find it difficult to see through illusions."
Shao Qing thought to himself, "Neither of these two are simple people."
He shook his head and cupped his hands to Yu Tianxing, saying, "This is a room where people live. It's not good for us to gather here and disturb them. Why don't we all go outside to study?"
Zhu Shibai also said to the black-robed cultivator who had landed, "I apologize for the inconvenience. Let's go out."
Yu Tianxing nodded, then leaned down slightly to listen to Ji Mingran's suggestion: "This room has been disturbed by these demons and ghosts. If you feel uncomfortable, you can move to the right side of my room. Anyway, there are empty rooms on both sides, so you can choose one."
He lowered his head and said something to Ji Mingran.
Amidst the commotion, a group of people pushed the face tower, which was bound together, out.
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On the observation platform, the observers looked around anxiously.
Suddenly, several cultivators ran back from their first-class seats to their surrounding positions.
The observers, who were sitting and waiting, asked anxiously, "Still no news?"
The observer who ran back smirked and shook his head.
The seated observer sighed, "We still can't find them. Dingsheng Sect, Buming Sect, Xuwu Sect, Hongqi Sect, Hehuan Sect, Liuhuan Valley—how come they've all disappeared?"
The remaining observers and practitioners discussed the anomalies again: "The first ones to disappear seem to be Hongqizong and Liuhuan Valley."
"The Dingsheng Sect was heading towards the round moon, with a string of spirit boats following behind them. But they disappeared as they went, and those spirit boats have been circling around for a long time looking for their tracks."
"The projection stones over there were originally showing the images of the Void Sect and the Joyful Union Sect's spirit boats flying in the sky and being chased by demons and ghosts, but since the spirit boats landed, the images have all disappeared."
"What exactly is going on?"
The cultivator who had returned from gathering information had already sat back down in his seat, his face grave. He whispered to the cultivator who had come with him to observe the test, "I overheard a few words from the first-class seats. They were fragmented and not very clear, but there were two words that I heard clearly."
Knowing the importance of the news, the fellow cultivator lowered his voice and asked, "What is it?"
"abyss."
The fellow cultivator watching gasped, "The Abyss? How could this be...? How could the Prize Pool Secret Realm be related to the Abyss?"
"I don't know." The cultivator who had been gathering information returned to his position and looked around. Half of the observation platform was already empty.
"The leaders of the ten Daoist cultivators have all set off, leading their high-ranking disciples, and are on their way."
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