novelraw Chapter 331 - 106: Five Ghosts’ Pouch Advancement
Chapter 331 - 106: Five Ghosts’ Pouch Advancement
Brother Wu’s saber technique was exquisite, and he came prepared. Seeing Xiang Xiu rushing over attempting to intercept, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
This is what I’ve been waiting for!
"Swish!"
The moonlight suddenly gathered into a crescent moon, slashing diagonally at Xiang Xiu.
Earlier, Xiang Xiu mentioned that in the Martial Scripture edited by the previous dynasty, there was one saber art among the top ten martial arts in the world—Ruyi Celestial Demon Saber.
According to legend.
This saber contains the power of the Six Desires Demon Gods, can command spirits and control creation, and is the number one saber art in the world.
And this saber technique belongs to the Joyful Union Sect. Although the saber technique learned by Brother Wu wasn’t the Ruyi Celestial Demon Saber, it was of the same lineage.
After years of training.
The saber can sever water and cleave waterfalls with tremendous power. This time, the saber strike was so concentrated, enveloping all around, it was almost unavoidable.
When the opponent’s saber strike shifted, Xiang Xiu immediately sensed something amiss. His hair stood on end, and without time to think, he launched a Qiankun Toss with his Qianyuan Palm.
"Bang!"
The saber light twisted, like the fragmented reflection of a round moon on water. The invisible powerful qi scattered, and Xiang Xiu groaned, forced to retreat repeatedly.
His hands trembled, ten fingers showing faint traces of blood, clearly wounded by the opponent’s sword qi.
Even...
If he hadn’t dodged in time, both hands would have been crippled!
"A Great Zhou Celestial Martial Artist?"
Brother Wu’s voice was disdainful:
"Just a worthless fool!"
He was just in his early thirties, having reached the Grand Circulation stage only a few years, his True Energy cultivation far inferior to the sixty-year-old Xiang Xiu, yet with just one move, he gained the upper hand.
Roar!
Xiang Xiu’s eyes widened in fury, and with a soundless roar, the ground beneath his feet exploded, taking eight continuous steps, dirt flying everywhere as he leaped towards the opponent.
Eight Continuous Attacks of Heaven and Earth!
He swung his arms, palm force whistling out, each strike faster than the last, aiming at vital points, each palm swing causing a deep, powerful sound in the air, with layered palm force.
Brother Wu’s complexion changed slightly, realizing this old fellow was still so fierce at his age, not to be underestimated.
As he retracted his curved saber, he twisted through the overwhelming palm force like a venomous snake, occasionally swinging a saber to break through the palm wind.
"Swish!"
"Bang!"
The two rolled and fought fiercely. The surrounding trees and grass suffered immediate damage, the ground exploding, trees breaking as if a beast was rampaging.
"Ah!"
"Ah..."
Xiang Xiu was enraged with bulging veins, eyes wide open, desperately swinging his palms, yet his decline was evident.
Though he had dozens more years of cultivation, rich with Jianghu combat experience, this couldn’t compensate for the difference in strength.
Brother Wu’s saber technique was ghostly and unpredictable, the curved saber exceptionally sharp, each contact with the fierce sword qi chilling his heart.
Like dancing on a razor’s edge, one misstep and he’d be fatally pierced.
Comparatively speaking.
Brother Wu wielding the curved saber maintained an air of ease, his actions becoming lighter, with a faint playfulness like a cat toying with a mouse.
"Screech!"
As Xiang Xiu struggled, a ghostly wail rose nearby.
Four Fierce Ghosts and one Resentful Soul leapt out from the Five Ghosts’ Pouch, turning and pouncing on Brother Wu, ghostly claws reaching first.
"Fierce Ghosts!"
"Mage?"
Brother Wu’s expression changed, his saber light surged again, a soul-stirring sword intent appeared, striking the ghostly claws.
"Screech!"
The Fierce Ghosts shrieked, ghost energy dissipating.
The nebulous ghost body even cracked under this saber strike.
Sword Intent!
Fang Zheng’s eye twitched, his expression serious.
Yet, unlike his own Martial Dao Will, the opponent’s sword intent came from saber technique, inherently vicious and poisonous, generating its own sword intent.
Moreover,
The sword intent was pure enough to cut through Fierce Ghosts!
This saber technique might not be inferior to the One-Character Heart-Clearing Slash!
"Hmm!"
With a soft hum, he thought, the ghosts in the scene changed, transforming into a black cloud enveloping several dozen feet, instantly filled with eerie ghost energy.
Ghostly shadows roamed unpredictably, ghost claws reaching out incessantly.
Five Ghost Transport Technique!
With the aid of Five Ghosts, Xiang Xiu’s burden lessened significantly. He let out a sigh of relief but stayed wary, focusing and continuing to fight with his palms.
Neither he nor the Five Ghosts were Brother Wu’s match.
Only by joining forces,
Was there a chance for victory!
"Hee hee..."
A charming laugh echoed, and a graceful silhouette floated closer to Fang Zheng.
"Young Master, such impressive skills, to keep five ghost creatures; but spending all day with such things, aren’t you afraid?"
"Ghosts are not as terrifying as the human heart." Fang Zheng turned his head, looking at the other:
"Isn’t that right, Miss?"
"That’s right, the human heart is much scarier than Fierce Ghosts." ’Junior Sister Qin’ laughed, her frail body drawing nearer:
"This one is named Keqing; may I know how to address you, Young Master?"
"Keqing?" Fang Zheng nodded:
"This feeling can be recalled; only at the time it was already far away, a fine name you’ve chosen, Miss."
"...What a wonderful poem." Qin Keqing’s beautiful eyes flickered in surprise:
"Young Master, you have such a talent for words, if my sisters from before met you, they wouldn’t resist offering themselves, just to share a night of joy."
As they spoke, the gap between them narrowed to a mere three feet, Fang Zheng squinted slightly, while Qin Keqing giggled and floated gracefully to the side.
Fly!
She was flying!
The elegance of this woman’s body technique was simply unbelievable, as if she ignored gravity and inertia, moving unpredictably, with her feet never touching the ground, impossible to grasp.
Whenever the distance shortened and Fang Zheng was about to act, she suddenly withdrew.
This continual pull and probe, with incessant giggles, distracted his attention, making him have to treat it with caution.
"Young Master smells so nice."
Qin Keqing sniffed lightly with her dainty nose, her beautiful eyes glimmering:
"What fragrance is it that makes one unconsciously immersed, even reminding Keqing of a senior sister from back then?"