Chapter 92 The demon sword is purely for venting anger.
After just a brief encounter with the ghost cultivator, Lin Zhuyue and Shi Can felt the difficulty of the situation.
Most spells were useless against ghosts of this level, and the only option was a head-on confrontation. However, the ghost cultivator in the black Taoist robe was unwilling to engage in a head-on confrontation. He exchanged a glance from a distance, then turned and walked away.
No matter how fast Shican ran, his legs were made of flesh and he couldn't catch up with the floating ghost.
Besides, this was an apartment building, not a suitable place for a head-on confrontation. Lin Zhuyue's spiritual weapon was relatively good, but Shi Can's absolute blade had immense destructive power and lethality. To deal with this ghost cultivator, he'd probably have to tear the house down.
"I have an idea."
Shi Can looked at the bed and said,
"Let's set it up first."
The two of them laid two circles of yellow talisman paper without any spiritual power around the bed, and then took down the mirror in the bathroom and tried to fix it to the ceiling above the bed.
After finishing all this, they returned to the hotel where they were staying.
Lin Zhuyue and Shi Can had rested during the day, so they were not very sleepy at the moment.
Shican went to the gym on the first floor, put on boxing gloves, and punched the sandbag, making a loud bang.
Lin Zhuyue just sat aside and watched.
The gym's air conditioning wasn't set too low, apparently to prevent guests from catching colds. As Shichan continued to work out, sweat began to form on his chest and back, and his muscles began to stir, pushing up his short-sleeved shirt, which had previously fit him perfectly.
Lin Zhuyue rubbed the pads of her index finger and thumb together, even debating in her mind whether or not to become a bitch. She glanced at the punching bag Shi Can had hammered at, deciding that if she didn't want to suffer the same fate, she'd better keep her hands under control.
After spending an hour and a half in the gym, they returned to their room.
Shi Chan went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Lin Zhuyue felt a little sleepy listening to the sound of rushing water. She lay on the bed for a while, closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.
She entered a misty forest. The leafless trees grew straight and reached into the clouds. When she looked up, she couldn't see the treetops. Instead, the height of the trees made her head dizzy.
Underfoot was a patch of soft, wet mud covered with deep moss.
There were a series of small footprints in the mud.
Lin Zhuyue followed the footprints.
At the end of the footprints, she saw a delicate little girl with a bun on her head. She looked only five or six years old. She stood quietly, her eyes hazy, as if her mind was controlled.
In front of the little girl was an offering table with fruits, nuts, and snacks on it. There was also a plate of steamed buns, a cup of water, and a golden carved incense burner. Black smoke gradually rose and dissipated from the gap in the cover of the burner, merging into the mist that enveloped the entire forest.
Standing behind the altar was a ghost cultivator in a black Taoist robe. His skin and features were as pale and hard as marble, but when he looked at the little girl, his eyes softened.
The ghost cultivator called out, "Tian Jiao, Tian Jiao."
The little girl agreed: "Hey."
Lin Zhuyue was a little surprised——
Is this little girl Shi Tianjiao?
"You look like my daughter, so much like her."
The ghost cultivator lowered his head and said to the little girl,
"I'm lonely, can you keep me company?"
Shi Tianjiao replied in a confused manner: "Okay."
The ghost cultivator picked up the fruit on the altar, handed it to Shi Tianjiao, and said:
"Come, eat the peach. After you eat it, you can't break your promise."
Young Shi Tianjiao took the peach and devoured it with big mouthfuls. The sweet juice licked her lips and flowed all over her hands. Her eyes were still hazy and dazed, as if she was completely unaware of the oath she had made with a terrifying being.
Lin Zhuyue woke up from his sleep.
Shi Chan had already showered, changed, and was sitting on his bed playing Pokémon Go on his Switch. On the screen, Psyduck was hit by a Poké Ball and captured. It swayed left and right, and three golden stars appeared, signaling a successful capture.
Lin Zhuyue sat up.
Shi Chan looked sideways at her and asked:
"Don't you want to sleep a little longer? It's still early in the morning."
Lin Zhuyue was not sleepy at all. She said:
"Shichan, I think I'm having a psychic dream."
Shi Can was stunned for a moment. He saved the Pokémon file, turned off the switch, and looked at Lin Zhuyue seriously.
Lin Zhuyue told Shi Can what she saw in her dream in as much detail as possible.
"Did Shi Tianjiao see that ghost cultivator when she was a child?"
Lin Zhuyue raised his own question and said,
"Is that forest real? Is it where she lived as a child? Or is it where she passed through during her travels?"
Shi Can pondered for a while, shook his head, and said:
"It's possible that it really exists, but I feel like it's more like a dream. Sometimes encountering a ghost doesn't require any intersection in reality; dreams can also be the starting point of fate."
"Many people are confused when they are dreaming, making them more vulnerable to ghosts than when they are awake. Therefore, some powerful ghosts like to attack their targets while they are dreaming."
"I see... I have another question."
Lin Zhuyue sat on the bed with legs crossed and asked,
"Shi Tianjiao had an encounter with this ghost cultivator when she was so young. Why didn't she encounter any harassment from him before? Why didn't he come after her after she graduated and started working?"
"opportunity."
Shi Chan got out of bed and went to the living room. He opened the refrigerator to get a drink. His voice came from afar and asked,
"Would you like Coke or Sprite? We also have peach yogurt."
"Although Shi Tianjiao's horoscope is weak and she's more likely to encounter ghosts, her living environment and habits may have given her some defense against ghosts. After she came to work at the hospital, the hospital was filled with strong yin energy, and she always worked night shifts, which gave the ghost cultivators an opportunity to stir up trouble."
Lin Zhuyue raised her voice: "Yellow peach yogurt!"
Shi Can came back soon and put the bottle of cold yellow peach yogurt on Lin Zhuyue's cheek, which made her shiver in the summer night.
Lin Zhuyue caught the yogurt bottle with her hand, unscrewed the lid, and drank it in small sips.
Although the temple’s all-vegetarian breakfast was delicious, Lin Zhuyue and Shi Can were both carnivores and did not plan to eat another meal of meatless and non-spicy vegetarian buns.
So, after daybreak, they ate rice noodles at a nearby store, with two pieces of glutinous braised pork, tiger-skin green peppers, and tiger-skin eggs.
After eating, they both headed to the temple again.
In the temple, whether it is the master or the volunteer, they all have the virtue of not staying in bed late and getting up early.
Shi Tianjiao had already finished her breakfast. Visitors had brought many boxes of offerings, and she was helping to move them into the house. She was hardworking, careful, and meticulous, and everyone at the temple loved her.
The master with the Buddhist name Jingsi quickly came over to replace Shi Tianjiao and told her to stop busying herself and go and have a good talk with Lin Zhuyue and Shi Can.
Shi Tianjiao took Lin Zhuyue and Shi Can to the living room, brought them two bottles of drinks removed from the altar and some snacks such as biscuits, and then asked in a heavy tone:
"Have you two found a solution?"
"The thing that's haunting you is powerful, and there's a connection between you and him. Although it was forced upon him... it does complicate matters. The other party's immense power, combined with this very forced connection, has resulted in this matter being completely beyond the capabilities of ordinary spiritualists."
Shi Chan was very serious when dealing with business, and had no intention of touching the drinks and snacks on the table. He said,
"Although there is hope for a solution, we can't guarantee anything. We can only say we will give it a try."
Shi Tianjiao's eyes dimmed.
Lin Zhuyue sat closer and said:
"Miss Shi, to resolve this matter, we still need your cooperation."
Despite feeling disappointed, Shi Tianjiao chose to try her best to cooperate with the trainee spiritual masters and asked:
"How do I need to cooperate?"
Lin Zhuyue closed her eyes, emptied her body and mind, and let her consciousness sink.
In just five or six seconds, she felt as if she had fallen into the deep sea, with waves floating around her. No, not waves, but various colorful threads, which were "fate".
Lin Zhuyue recalled the forest in her dream, and the ghost cultivator in black Taoist robes. Amidst the numerous and complex strands of "links," like seaweed in the ocean, a single black strand emanated a faint glow. Lin Zhuyue sensed this, reached out, and grasped it.
Lin Zhuyue opened her eyes and sat back down in the small living room of the temple, her left hand tightly grasping a black thread.
This is the "fate" between Shi Tianjiao and the ghost cultivator.
It looked thin and weak, but in fact it was as tough and sharp as steel wire, almost cutting Lin Zhuyue's palm.
Shi Tianjiao stared blankly at the thread in Lin Zhuyue's hand. She couldn't see ghosts or spirits, much less the ability to discern "fate." But she and the ghost cultivator had a karmic connection, so she saw the thread in Lin Zhuyue's hand.
Shi Chan summoned the Absolute Blade.
He held the lavender knife, the blade pointing upwards against the edge.
Shi Tianjiao was still alive, and the ghost cultivator hadn't been captured. Under these circumstances, severing the bond was nearly impossible. However, Shi Can's Absolute Blade possessed the ability to "sever everything," making the impossible possible.
Shi Can pushed hard and the "fate" was broken.
Shi Tianjiao covered her chest with her hands. She felt a sharp pain, as if her heart had been stabbed.
Lin Zhuyue grabbed the broken "edge", tied a knot quickly, and tied it around her finger.
Lin Zhuyue was in agony, too. It felt as if fate had pierced her finger, traveled up her veins, and pierced her heart. This was the feeling of forcibly interfering with and taking on the karma of others.
"Within three days, 'fate' will be restored."
Shi Can put away his sword and reached out to Lin Zhuyue.
"We have to get this done within three days."
Lin Zhuyue grabbed Shi Can's hand and stood up as Shi Can pulled her. She turned around and said:
"Miss Shi, please stay in the temple. Don't go anywhere until you get news from us, okay?"
Shi Tianjiao nodded: "...Okay."
Lin Zhuyue and Shi Can drove out of the temple and headed to Shi Tianjiao's apartment.
After arriving at the apartment, Lin Zhuyue carefully stepped over the yellow talisman paper placed on the ground and lay down on the bed.
Shi Can pulled out a yellow silk ribbon from each of his and Lin Zhuyue's bags. He tied one around Lin Zhuyue's wrist and another around his own. He also found a red string, chanted a spell, and tied the two ends of the string around his and Lin Zhuyue's fingers.
"If I ever encounter a crisis that's difficult to handle, I'll pull this red string. Remember to save me in time."
Shi Can tied a beautiful and standard little butterfly on Lin Zhuyue's finger and said,
"If you encounter danger and can't hold on any longer, use the Ukiyo-e scroll to copy the Absolute Blade and sever your 'fate'. Never try to hold on."
Lin Zhuyue nodded and said:
"You're so long-winded."
"Please forgive me. After all, we have to carry out such a dangerous mission. The words I just said may be my last words in life."
Shi Can looked up at the mirror that he and Lin Zhuyue had hung on the ceiling at night and said,
"I'm off now, partner."
Lin Zhuyue said: "Everything goes well."
Lin Zhuyue lay on the bed in Shi Tianjiao's rented apartment from day till night. Late at night, she felt a terrifying evil spirit approaching.
She turned her head to look at the window, and soon, a figure appeared in front of it. The figure was wearing a black Taoist robe, with pale skin. His dark eyes stared at Lin Zhuyue, emitting a sinister aura.
He didn't leave like he did last night.
He was like a pool of dark water, seeping into the room through the cracks in the window. He moved forward, gradually approaching Lin Zhuyue who was lying on the bed.
Lin Zhuyue knew very well what was going on.
She replaced Shi Tianjiao and connected the fate between Shi Tianjiao and the ghost cultivator to herself. She had both Shi Tianjiao's aura and the cause and effect between Shi Tianjiao and the ghost cultivator, which made the ghost cultivator misjudge her identity and mistook her for Shi Tianjiao hiding in the temple.
Soon, the ghost cultivator floated right above Lin Zhuyue.
He was floating face down, face to face with Lin Zhuyue. He reached out and grasped Lin Zhuyue's neck.
He growled from his throat:
"You've eaten the peach. Now that you've eaten the peach, you can't break your promise. Come and stay with me, stay with me forever and ever, and never leave me again."
His hands gradually tightened.
Lin Zhuyue hooked his finger and activated his spiritual power.
Right above her, the paper man hidden between the ceiling and the mirror pushed hard, and the huge mirror fell down.
The ghost cultivator subconsciously wanted to escape.
But around the bed, the two circles of yellow talisman paper had been infused with spiritual power by Lin Zhuyue. The runes took effect, reflecting each other and playing the role of suppressing the formation.
The ghost cultivator has the ability to break through the suppression array, but the spiritual power of the person using the suppression array is extremely strong, and the ghost cultivator cannot escape immediately and is trapped for a moment.
At that moment, the spell drawn on the mirror's edge took effect. The once cold, solid mirror, like a pool of water, began to ripple softly. It crashed down, engulfing both the ghost cultivator and Lin Zhuyue before crashing onto the bed, shattering with a crash.
The ghost cultivator and Lin Zhuyue appeared one after the other in the yellow sand under the night sky. A wind carrying a thick yin energy whistled by, blowing the petals of Manjushage lilies that had appeared from nowhere as they passed by them.
A blue-purple shackle appeared on the ghost cultivator's feet.
"There are thousands of stones on the mountain, and each stone weighs more than ten thousand pounds."
Shi Chan's voice rang out.
"Those trapped in the yoke are like those trapped in a rock."
The ghost cultivator was unwilling to clash with the spiritual master and attempted to escape, but he was unable to transform into black mist. He was trapped here by the shackles on his feet, and could only move within a certain range.
"This spell no longer works in the Yang Realm."
Shi Chan slid down the sand dune and said,
"But it can still be used in the underworld, and it's quite useful."
He and Lin Zhuyue drew a "door-opening talisman" on the mirror, opening the door to the underworld, and then hung it from the ceiling above the bed. Shi Can had already entered the underworld and was lying in wait. When the mirror fell as planned, the ghost cultivator would be drawn into the underworld by the "door," trapped by him, and an inevitable battle would ensue.
Shi Can summoned the Lingwu Jue Blade.
His sharp phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, revealing both cunning and ferocity. He said to Lin Zhuyue in the distance:
"Stay away."
After saying that, he held two blue-purple long swords, took a run-up, and rushed straight towards the ghost cultivator.
The ghost cultivator dodged sideways.
The spiritual power infused into the Absolute Blade exploded, carving a deep rift in the sand beneath the blade. Shi Can stopped at the edge of the rift, turned sideways, and swung the blade towards the ghost cultivator's neck.
Lin Zhuyue assembled her recurve bow as quickly as possible. She pulled the bowstring, and golden flames formed into an arrow, which flew off the string and flew straight towards the ghost cultivator. The moment the golden amber rocket arrow fell, a small mushroom cloud exploded in the yellow sand.
Half a second later, the ghost cultivator retreated from the mushroom cloud. He was still stained by the flames of the Golden Amber Fire, and his black robe was burned to tatters. He was in a state of disarray, and at this moment, he was furious to the extreme.
The underworld is the territory of the dead souls.
In this place where there is only yin energy and no yang energy, the souls of the dead are like eagles flying with the wind, their strength and speed can be exerted to the extreme.
The thick yin energy gathered like a dark cloud, plowing through the yellow sand with terrifying force and sweeping towards the center of the battle, vowing to tear the two living people into pieces.
But Shi Chan was not afraid.
The underworld does belong to the dead souls.
But he had his own reasons for choosing this place as the battle site.
He possesses extremely terrifying combat abilities that can be considered the pinnacle of spiritual masters, but in almost every battle he has experienced, he has not been able to handle them with ease.
The Absolute Blade is a powerful spiritual weapon capable of severing everything. However, Shi Can has no way of adapting to its nature. He cannot sever buildings, cut through power lines, or even cut nearby living beings in half. He must be cautious, restrained, and suppress himself.
If he didn't have to restrain himself, how far could he go? Could the Lord of Minghui City, the infamous Great Ghost King, still be his opponent?
With this idea in mind, Shi Can chose to start a war in the underworld.
The absolute blade can also cut through sand dunes and destroy buildings in the underworld.
But what does it have to do with him if the ghosts’ buildings collapse or their souls are even scattered?
He doesn't care.
Shi Can looked at the dark clouds gathering in front of him, and he reminded himself over and over again -
Don't restrain yourself, don't be afraid of getting hurt, cut it off, cut off all obstacles in your way.
The light of the absolute blade became brighter and brighter.
Elegant patterns stretched across the bluish-purple blade, and even a layer of scales covered the back. As the blade grew increasingly alluring, its edge became increasingly thin. With a single swing, the surrounding wind seemed to be cut off.
The sword cut through the dark clouds.
The ghost cultivator's head also fell from his neck.
His body fell into the bumpy sand, turned into black mist, and gradually dissipated.
"Solved? Then we..."
Lin Zhuyue ran towards him. As she ran, she felt that something was wrong with Shi Can. Her words got stuck in her throat and she rushed forward quickly.
The blade of the absolute sword flashed from behind.
Lin Zhuyue had no time to rejoice. She used her palms to support herself on the sand, flipped to the left, and dodged another ray of knife light.
She raised her head and looked at Shi Chan.
Shi Can was also looking at her, his face expressionless, his eyes hollow, as if he had lost his mind. He took a step towards Lin Zhuyue, raising the knife as he walked towards her.
“Shi Chan?”
Lin Zhuyue retreated while saying,
"It's me, Shican? Shican?"
The absolute blade in Shi Can's hand fell.
Lin Zhuyue jumped to the side. Her movements were unstable and she fell to the ground. She almost got a mouthful of sand and even the tip of her nose was scratched by the sand.
However, this minor injury is nothing compared to being slashed by the absolute blade.
If you get hit, you will definitely die.
Lin Zhuyue pursed her lips, got up from the ground, and raised her hand to wipe the dust off her face.
Shi Can slashed with a knife.
Lin Zhuyue dodged to the side in fear, and then, as if going to die, he kicked his feet and rushed straight towards Shi Can.
This foolish behavior shocked the unconscious Shi Chan.
When Lin Zhuyue rushed to him, he finally reacted and raised the sword in his hand. He swung the sword towards Lin Zhuyue, and the blow was enough to split Lin Zhuyue in two.
but--
"Bang."
Before the absolute blade fell, something hit Shi Chan's head hard from behind.
Shi Can gradually regained consciousness.
He said to Lin Zhuyue: "You are okay..."
"Bang!"
His head was hit hard again and he fell forward.
Lin Zhuyue gasped and dodged to the side, watching Shi Can fall face down in the sand.
She hooked her finger, and the Ukiyo-e scroll that Shican had knocked on twice returned to her.
The first one was to wake Shican up, and the second one was purely to vent his anger.
Lin Zhuyue squatted down and poked Shi Can's head. Shi Can had a whorl on his head, and Lin Zhuyue had always wanted to poke it, but was too embarrassed to do so. Today, he finally got his wish.
When Shi Can woke up again, he was already lying in Yunze Medical Clinic.
Tushan Yunlin, wearing a yellow and green floral jacket and beach pants, a gold chain around his neck, and flip-flops on his feet, sat in the ward and spoke to Lin Zhuyue in a very "heroic" manner:
"The spiritual weapon, Absolute Blade, actually appeared a long time ago. But at that time, it was not called Absolute Blade, it had another name - Demon Sword."
"It's incredibly sharp, capable of severing everything, but the price is that it will erode the owner's sanity. Compared to our ancestors who lost their minds after grasping the demon sword, this kid has already mastered its control very well. If he hadn't pursued power so excessively, this situation wouldn't have happened."
Shi Can closed his eyes and thought:
If you don't let me pursue power, you will kill me.
Tushan Yunlin and Lin Zhuyue soon discovered that he had woken up.
Tushan Yunlin left after saying remember to pay the medical fee.
Lin Zhuyue was still in the ward, holding a wet towel, wiping his face while asking:
"Want to eat? I'll ask your chef to cook something?"
Shi Chan narrowed his eyes and asked, "Will you feed me?"
"……ah?"
Shi Can said faintly:
"Consider it compensation for breaking my head."
Lin Zhuyue defended herself: "It didn't break!"
Shi Can's eyes became much more dangerous. He stared at Lin Zhuyue thoughtfully for a long while, and said with certainty:
“…It was you who hit me.”
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