Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld

Chapter 315 - 103: Establishing Authority (Ten-Thousand-Word Long - )

"As expected!"

Fang Mansion’s rear hall.

While enjoying the performance of Jin Shu and Liu Qinghuan, Fang Zheng appeared to sense something. He looked towards the front courtyard and sighed softly:

"A great tree attracts the wind of demons!"

"What was destined to come has indeed returned. I just didn’t expect it to come so soon. It seems the deterrent power of Fang Mansion is still somewhat lacking."

With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the two women and leisurely moved to the side room.

Here.

A Magic Altar had long been set up.

Engraved on the ground were Seven Stars, and the altar was adorned with offerings. Ancient talismans were inscribed everywhere, exuding a sense of having weathered the ages.

Seven-Star Divination Altar!

This altar was set up two hundred years ago by a Mage from the Pure Yang Palace, serving as a treasured centerpiece of the Three Purities Temple, and now it had been moved to Fang Mansion.

Stepping onto the altar, Fang Zheng held his breath and focused, reaching out to pick up the Copper Bell in front of him.

He gently shook it.

"Jingle jingle..."

The sound of the Copper Bell was clear and resonant. As the bell rang, an intangible aura silently emerged, and Fang Zheng’s eyes sharpened.

"Jingle jingle..."

The bell rang once more.

Fang Zheng only felt his Divine Thought rippling deep within his Sea of Consciousness, as if summoned by something, and his consciousness suddenly leaped, merging with the altar before him.

The range of perception surged!

"Jingle jingle..."

In an instant.

Fabrics on the altar fluttered, and a gentle breeze suddenly arose in the vast Fang Mansion.

And within Fang Zheng’s perception, the aura of everyone in the Fang Mansion was suddenly in full view, and with a thought, the ’view’ shifted accordingly.

It was as if there were a 360-degree surveillance camera with no blind spots.

A sense of complete control welled up within him.

"No wonder it’s an extraordinary altar personally established by a Mage of the Pure Yang Palace. At this moment, even Low Tier talismans displayed by me would probably have incredible power."

Fang Zheng muttered to himself:

"No wonder!"

"No wonder Zhang Mingrui is confident in standing against a Mage at the Three Purities Temple; a good altar is truly critical for practitioners."

"Hmm..."

"They’re here!"

Within his perception, several auras entered Fang Mansion.

These individuals landed soundlessly and seemed to be thoroughly familiar with the layout of Fang Mansion’s courtyard, avoiding the patrolling nurses, their goal directed straight toward the rear courtyard.

"Spirits of Heaven and Earth, Thunder God and Lightning Goddess, heed my command!"

Fang Zheng stepped with the Yu Step, muttering incantations, and reached out to grab a few Spirit Talismans, lightly rubbing them with one hand, causing them to ignite spontaneously.

"Boom..."

Flames rose without leaving ashes.

"Mist arises!"

"Go!"

The aura interconnected, causing the air at a certain place in Fang Mansion to tremble, and from the void, wisps of mist suddenly emerged, instantly covering an area completely.

The individuals who had leaped into Fang Mansion were enveloped by the suddenly appearing mist, leaving them momentarily stunned.

"What’s going on?"

"Why did the mist suddenly arise?"

"Something’s wrong!" someone shouted lowly:

"There’s something wrong with this mist!"

Ordinary mist would obscure vision, but its location could still be known. However now...

Everywhere the eyes could see, the surrounding mist was dense and unmoving. Slightly turning the body, one could no longer distinguish east from west, or even know where they were.

To the extent that even up and down felt disoriented, as if heaven and earth had been reversed.

At this moment.

The Fang Mansion nurses finally realized something was wrong.

"Intruders have broken in!"

"Capture them!"

"Protect the Master!"

Various chaotic shouts rang out successively, and more people armed with bows and arrows and powerful crossbows fired arrows at the figures cloaked in mist.

"Bang..."

"Whoosh!"

"Clang clang..."

The sound of collisions echoed.

"Experts!" One person parted the nurses, gazing at the figures shrouded by the mist; the dense mist seemed to have little effect on Fang Mansion’s nurses.

This person’s eyes resembled Copper Bells, with a face full of stubble, holding a Ghost Head Saber, exuding the aura of a True Qi Martial Artist.

In recent years, Fang Mansion had been expanding, nearly doubling in size compared to before. The original nurses were certainly no longer adequate.

Now, besides Wu Hai as Fang Zheng’s personal guard, there were three head nurses who took turns overseeing the patrols, and each was a Martial Artist hired at great expense.

Xue Yang was one of them.

He gazed at the masked individuals, lightly waving a hand at the nurses:

"Release the arrows!"

"Whoosh!"

With leadership, arrows no longer scattered but descended like a curtain upon the masked individuals trapped in the mist.

"Thud!"

"Ah..."

This time, the sounds of screams and roars rose.

However, several figures managed to break through the mist’s obstruction, appearing before the nurses.

Though the mist could confuse one’s perception, its coverage was limited, and as long as one charged mindlessly, there was always a chance to break through.

"Whoever crosses into Fang Mansion without permission!"

"Die!"

Xue Yang’s eyes widened as he drew his saber in anger, the blade light engulfing two individuals, the heavy Ghost Head Saber clashing with a short blade in one of their hands.

"Clang..."

The three immediately separated upon impact.

"Martial Artists!"

Xue Yang’s facial muscles twitched:

"You, as Martial Artists, stoop to such lowly deeds?"

"Hmph!"

The masked man snorted coldly:

"Too much talk, take this!"

......

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh whoosh!"

At the same time.

Another dozen or so shadows leaped into Fang Mansion from various directions.

Standing atop the altar, Fang Zheng could clearly perceive the auras mingling into Fang Mansion, continuously casting spells to guide the nurses to intercept them.

Dozens of nurses, all elite Martial Artists.

Along with the leadership of three Martial Artists, they were equipped with excellent weapons and bows and trained relentlessly, sufficient to handle most situations.

However...

Tonight’s circumstances were evidently abnormal.

"The Golden Carp has attracted too many Martial Artists to Gu’an County; these people are trying to take advantage of the chaos."

Fang Zheng sighed lightly, once again casting a spell to trap several people while pointing at the Five Ghosts’ Pouch before him, making the Fierce Ghost and Resentful Soul howl as they flew out.

The Fierce Ghost was equivalent to a Martial Artist.

In fact,

If Martial Artists had no method to restrain ghosts, their strength was inferior to the Fierce Ghosts.