novelraw Chapter 959: A Large Ritual Ground
Chapter 959: A Large Ritual Ground
Han Yu remained silent.
She had been fighting this alone all this time.
Watching.
Investigating.
Trying to stop her own brother.
Then suddenly...
Han Yu noticed something.
One location on the map.
His eyes narrowed.
"Wait..."
Madam Cold Fang turned.
Han Yu pointed.
"This location..."
His voice slowed.
"It’s near Tropic Snow Town."
Madam Cold Fang nodded.
"Yes."
Han Yu immediately remembered Palm Hand Lu.
The hidden mansion.
The ritual records.
The corpses.
His expression shifted.
"He knows."
Madam Cold Fang looked at him.
Han Yu continued.
"Palm Hand Lu already knows about the ritual."
"He was collecting records."
"He wanted the longevity method."
"He has formation masters too."
"If he finds the missing sites..."
The mountain became silent.
Madam Cold Fang slowly looked back at the map.
For the first time...
Concern appeared in her eyes.
Han Yu stared at the glowing circle.
Two points remained.
Only two.
And suddenly...
He had a very bad feeling.
Because if Palm Hand Lu also understood the ritual... Then they were no longer chasing one mad Frost Bat.
There were now multiple players moving toward the same prize.
Han Yu and Madam Cold Fang remained atop the snowy mountain while the mist map floated before them. The marks glowed faintly in the cold air, connected together into the massive ritual circle that stretched across the frontier.
Looking at it now, Han Yu felt a strange pressure in his chest. He had seen formation arrays spanning mountains before. He had even worked on large mining arrays for the Blood Sect. Yet this thing felt different.
This was not merely an array.
It was a ritual.
And the materials were human lives.
"There are only two points left." Han Yu muttered while looking at the map. "But the problem is that the exact locations are vague." He pointed at the unfinished areas. "These are not fixed points. The corpses only need to be within the area and it still works."
Madam Cold Fang nodded.
"The ritual has tolerance." She explained. "As long as the deaths happen within the designated range, the mark forms."
Han Yu frowned.
He thought for a moment before asking another question.
"If the corpses are moved, does it affect the ritual?"
Madam Cold Fang shook her head immediately.
"No."
Her answer was firm.
"Once the ritual is completed and the corpses are used, the mark remains. The place itself becomes engraved." Her eyes narrowed. "Moving them afterwards changes nothing."
Han Yu’s expression darkened.
That meant ordinary methods were useless.
Destroying the corpses.
Moving them.
Burning them.
All meaningless.
Once the deaths happened, the ritual point remained forever.
His eyes drifted back to the map.
One unfinished section lay almost exactly where Palm Hand Lu’s hidden estate was located.
"We should handle this first." Han Yu said.
Madam Cold Fang looked at the mist map and nodded.
"Yes."
Her voice turned colder.
"This man has touched things he should never have touched."
Han Yu did not disagree.
Palm Hand Lu had gone beyond curiosity. He had hidden corpses. Gathered records. Studied the ritual. He was already halfway into the mire.
"As for the other location..." Han Yu spoke. "I’ll monitor it."
Madam Cold Fang glanced at him.
"How?"
Han Yu gave a small smile.
"You’ll see when we get there."
Of course the answer was already spreading through his mind.
Chitterfang.
The rat network.
At that very moment thousands of rodents were already receiving orders through the mental connection.
Spread.
Observe.
Watch every possible site.
Watch the forests.
Watch the plains.
Watch everything.
If someone moved there, Han Yu would know.
A few hours later the two arrived near Palm Hand Lu’s estate. Dense jungle surrounded the hidden domain. Thick roots twisted over the earth while vines draped over ancient trees. The hidden array concealed everything perfectly.
Han Yu stopped in the air.
"There’s an array here." He said. "We need the key."
Madam Cold Fang paused.
Then to Han Yu’s surprise she simply shook her head.
"No need."
She raised one hand.
Her palm pressed lightly into empty air.
Immediately frost spread outward.
CRACK.
A thin layer of ice appeared over seemingly empty space.
Han Yu’s eyes widened.
The invisible barrier appeared under the frost.
Then it shattered.
The hidden formation broke open like frozen glass.
Han Yu stared.
She had frozen the array itself.
Not the energy.
Not the surroundings.
The actual formation.
And broken it.
The gap opened silently.
No alarms.
No fluctuations.
Nothing.
The two entered without resistance.
Below them the hidden estate spread out in full view.
Mansions.
Gardens.
Training grounds.
Servants moving about.
Cultivators stationed on patrol.
Then someone noticed them.
"INTRUDERS!"
The shout echoed.
Immediately chaos erupted.
"Everyone get ready!"
"Enemies!"
"Sound the alarm!"
Men rushed from buildings.
Weapons appeared.
Formation discs activated.
Han Yu and Madam Cold Fang simply floated there calmly while the estate descended into panic.
Han Yu honestly felt no pressure.
He had Madam Cold Fang beside him.
A Dao Treading cultivator.
Even without her he felt certain he could defeat Palm Hand Lu. Then suddenly several men wheeled out large metallic tubes. Seeing them, Madam Cold Fang’s expression changed.
"Thunderclap Cannons!?"
Han Yu blinked.
"What are those?"
The woman frowned.
"Those things can kill Dao Shell cultivators if enough spirit stones are loaded."
Han Yu froze.
"What!?"
Below them men hurriedly propped the cannons up.
Spirit stones poured into slots.
Formation lines lit up.
Han Yu immediately felt danger.
"Shit!"
His eyes sharpened.
"Number Eight."
"Number Twelve."
"Number Eighteen."
"STOP THEM!"
Madam Cold Fang looked around in confusion.
"Who are you talking to?"
Then the shadows moved.
SHUA
The darkness beneath the men suddenly rose. Three figures appeared soundlessly. The defenders froze. The things standing there looked utterly horrifying. Tall bodies wrapped in black mist.
Their long arms ended in sharp claws, violet energy leaking from their forms and their faces looked half corporeal and half ghostly. Purple lights flickered where their eyes should be.
These were the special Jiangshi.
Han Yu’s hidden guards.
The evolved hybrids of Curse Phantasm Jiangshi and Fear Jiangshi.