Shu Chen opened her eyes, her expression dazed and bewildered.
Shu Chen chuckled wickedly in his hoarse voice, "Little beauty, aren't you happy with your brother?"
Boundless rage enveloped Luo Zhihuai as he uttered each word slowly and deliberately: "Wei...where...is...Wei?"
Shu Chen did not respond, still immersed in the sensual pleasures of her dream.
Luo Zhihuai's anger flared even more, and he punched Shu Chen hard on the right cheek again.
Xue Shan also wanted to go up and give Shu Chen a big punch, but Mu Yu didn't stop her.
Even though Xue Shan joined in the fun and punched Shu Chen several times with her little fists, she finally spoke up to stop her, "Alright, Shan Shan, you won't get anything out of Shu Chen if you keep hitting him. Why don't you take a good look at Shu Chen again?"
Lin Hengjin raised an eyebrow, staring intently at Shu Chen for a long while after hearing this, "It seems there is demonic energy."
As he spoke, Lin Hengjin threw out a demon-suppressing talisman and pressed it onto Shu Chen's smooth forehead.
Sure enough, a dark purple light flashed in Shu Chen's eyes. His muscles went limp, and he slumped down, his gaunt face showing the weakness of someone whose life force had been drained by some kind of monster.
Mu Yu quickly created a small protective barrier with his hands. The golden lotus flowers swirled within the golden light barrier, and amidst the overlapping light and shadow, a faint black shadow could be seen.
Xue Shan looked closely and was dumbfounded.
The dark figure resembled a scholar, dressed in tattered clothes. He hadn't had time to transform, and his pants were ripped open in the middle, revealing everything...
Lin Hengjin reacted quickly, raising his hand to cover Xue Shan's round eyes.
"What is it that's worth your concern? You can look at your Daoist partner to your heart's content after you get married."
His tone carried a hint of reproach? And perhaps even a touch of sarcasm?
Xue Shan retorted, "What are you talking about! I just feel that this black mist looks familiar, doesn't it resemble the ones we encountered in Black Fiend Mountain?"
Lin Hengjin looked closely, "It really is! It seems to be the vengeful spirit of a scholar?"
"Damn it, whatever! This brat bullied Weiwei, I'll cripple his manhood first!" Wen Ji was furious and took out his natal sword to chop at her.
Mu Yu spun around and blocked Wen Ji's movements: "Junior Brother Wen, wait a moment. You are certainly very angry now, but don't forget that we still need to ask this vengeful spirit about Weiwei's whereabouts."
Luo Zhihuai snapped out of his reverie and asked Xue Shan, "Have you been to Black Fiend Mountain?"
Black Fiend Mountain is the gathering place where Qing Shang, the great protector of the demon race, refines an army of vengeful spirits and ghosts. The mountains are layered and the demon clouds are heavy. The towering ancient trees have been demonized by Qing Shang, and their thick branches block out the sun, making it impossible for ordinary cultivators to come and go freely.
"That's right. Last time, the demons kidnapped Master Yujing's Zhaocai. Junior Sister and Senior Brother Jinbao went to Black Fiend Mountain to rescue Zhaocai. Later, Weiwei and I found out about this, and Senior Brother Lin, Senior Brother Wen, and I went to Black Fiend Mountain to meet Junior Sister."
Luo Zhihuai was surprised. No wonder, no wonder Weiwei had changed so much. It turned out that she and her fellow disciples had gone to a more distant and dangerous place together.
My chest felt like it was blocked by something, a persistent, dull pain like being pricked by needles.
Mu Yu didn't speak. This vengeful spirit was able to possess Shu Chen so easily, which showed that it was highly skilled. Moreover, if Shu Chen herself was upright, she wouldn't have given such an evil spirit the opportunity to cause trouble.
As soon as the Fusang Dagger was drawn, the vengeful scholar felt threatened. He conjured a folding fan in his hand, and with a gentle wave, a tornado imbued with the curse of evil spirits came against the light.
Mu Yu's eyes darkened, and he warned everyone, "Do not touch the demonic wind. This kind of evil spirit is extremely cunning. Once you are entangled by it, you will not be able to get rid of it easily!"
Luo Zhihuai said, "If you don't want your soul to be scattered, hurry up and come out. They may be afraid of you, but I'm not!"
The hand seals formed, forming the Demon Clan's secret technique, "Summoning Resentment."
A deep purple, eerie light flowed from Luo Zhihuai's fingertips, countless strands of light intertwining and entwining, rushing tightly toward the vengeful scholar.
The small room suddenly became as cold as ice.
The Fusang dagger in Mu Yu's hand kept swaying, and he couldn't tell whether he was going to stab the vengeful scholar or Luo Zhihuai.
The foolish Fusang dagger froze in mid-air, sometimes moving left, sometimes right. No matter how much Mu Yu urged it to move, it remained stationary, hesitant to advance.
But it clearly sensed that the white-robed man had a stronger aura of evil.
The down-on-his-luck scholar, unable to dodge in time, was drawn in by the even deeper slanting light.
Even his proud, wicked spirit was drawn in by Luo Zhihuai. Luo Zhihuai's gaze was as calm and still as a deep pool, and his stare at the scholar was as cold and icy as ice and snow, as if he wanted to throw him into endless flames and turn him into ashes.
The scholar saw through his deep gaze that his resistance was futile, and even after fighting back, he still could not control the overwhelming demonic power.
"You! Who are you?" the scholar stammered.
"How strange, you are clearly a cultivator, yet you are able to summon such powerful evil energy?"
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