novelraw Chapter 463, By What Right?
Chapter 463, By What Right?
"Boom!"
"Click~"
Calamity clouds surged and lightning flashed frequently.
The sudden appearance of lightning tribulation froze Hua Changxi, who was about to rush into Black Mountain to save people, in place.
"What's the background of this Black Mountain?"
She merely slashed with the Floating Light Sword, yet it summoned a lightning tribulation!
The thunderous python coiled within the tribulation clouds, poised to strike.
Hua Changxi, who was locked on, had a pounding heart and dared not make the slightest move, as if the tribulation lightning would strike her down if she moved.
However, looking at the shattered stone gate in front of her and feeling the aura of the Vermilion Bird Army emanating from it, she hesitated again.
If she doesn't go into the mountains to rescue people this time, will the imprisoned Vermilion Bird Army soldiers be able to hold out until she comes again?
At the same time, deep within Ghost Mother Mountain, a sudden clap of thunder shook the entire dungeon, sending dust flying everywhere, and even the ghost runes carved on the walls began to flicker.
Inside the prison, the Vermilion Bird Army and human cultivators were also startled by the thunderous sound.
Song Weimin frowned: "A ghost clan is breaking through the borders?"
Gongshu Xingyan shook his head, deep in thought: "Impossible. Ghost Mother Mountain is the ancestral vein of the Ghost Clan, and Ghost Infant River is the source of Yin and turbid Qi in the world. Who would dare to trigger a heavenly tribulation here?"
As they were speaking, a flurry of footsteps sounded outside the cell.
"Quick, something seems to have happened at the altar!"
In the blink of an eye, all the ghost guards who were watching the prison fled, and the prison fell into an eerie silence.
opportunity!
A glint flashed in Gongshu Xingyan's eyes, and he quickly gave Song Weimin a look, signaling him to cover for him. Meanwhile, he took out the Ghost Chisel, preparing to break the restrictions in the prison cell.
He was imprisoned in the Ghost Realm for over a hundred years, and transferred between several Ghost Clan prisons. The Ghost Chisel was the only Ghost Clan artifact he had heard of that could break the restrictions.
However, breaking the seal with the Ghost Chisel requires one's own essence, blood, and soul as a catalyst, at a great cost—at best, one's cultivation will be completely destroyed, and at worst, one's soul will be torn apart.
After breaking the ban, he will inevitably fall into a state of weakness, at which point he will need a companion he can trust.
Song Weimin was the companion he chose.
Although this person is somewhat pedantic, he is reliable.
Song Weimin understood, but did not move. Instead, he looked at the Vermilion Bird Army and other human cultivators in the prison cell, his face showing hesitation.
When Gongshu Xingyan saw him like this, he knew something bad was about to happen. Just as he was about to say something, Fang Zhuyue walked over.
"Now that the ghost soldiers have left, can you take us with you?"
Seeing that Gongshu Xingyan remained silent, Fang Zhuyue continued, "Leaving the prison is only the first step. After that, you will definitely encounter the Ghost Clan's encirclement and pursuit. Take us with you; at least we can clear the way for you."
Song Weimin chimed in, "Let's bring them along."
"Didn't you say that whether we can escape or not depends on fate? If that's the case, then every extra person means one more chance of survival."
Inside the cell, hundreds of eyes turned to look—among the Vermilion Bird Army and human cultivators, all imprisoned and on the verge of despair.
At this moment, a faint yet burning flame of survival ignited in their eyes.
Looking at those haggard faces, Gongshu Xingyan recalled his own century of imprisonment, his heart softened, and he finally sighed.
However, just as he was about to activate the Ghost Chisel to break the prison's restrictions, footsteps sounded outside the prison again.
Chu Tianye, accompanied by several of his men, strode over.
Fang Zhuyue's expression hardened, and he immediately waved his hand. The Vermilion Bird Army quickly surrounded the iron railing and used their bodies to block Gongshu Xingyan and Song Weimin.
Chu Tianye thought he would be whipped again, but he stopped outside the cell door and watched them quietly, his eyes filled with complex and indescribable emotions—resentment, jealousy, madness, and a deep-seated sorrow.
In the dead silence, he suddenly raised his hand.
The next moment, his men began pouring a pungent, foul-smelling, black, viscous liquid into and around the cell.
"Ghost oil!"
Gongshu Xingyan's expression changed drastically. He suddenly rushed to the iron bars and shouted sharply, "Chu Tianye, what are you doing?!"
Seeing his nervousness, Song Weimin asked urgently, "What's wrong?"
"He's going to burn us alive!" Gongshu Xingyan's voice trembled. "Once the ghost oil is ignited, it will attract the ghost energy and ghost fire from Ghost Mother Mountain. At that time, we will either be burned alive by the ghost fire or killed by the ghost energy."
Fang Zhuyue then realized that Chu Tianye intended to kill them, and roared, "We are sacrifices to the Ghost Clan! How will you explain to the Ghost Clan if you burn us to death?!"
Chu Tianye laughed.
The laughter was manic and shrill, like a vengeful spirit crawling out from the depths of hell.
Chu Tianye took the torch lit by one of his men and looked at the Vermilion Bird Army in the cell: "Did you hear the thunder just now?"
Do you know what happened?
Chu Tianye's eyes were filled with resentment and anger: "A human cultivator has broken in, and in order to split open the gate of Ghost Mother Mountain, he has attracted a heavenly tribulation!"
Upon hearing this, the people in the cell were first shocked, and then their faces lit up with ecstasy.
"It's the Palace Master!"
"It must be the Palace Master who has come to save us!"
The Vermilion Bird Army soldiers shouted excitedly.
Gongshu Xingyan opened his mouth, his face showing disbelief and astonishment.
The Lord of Lingguang Palace has really come to rescue the Vermilion Bird Army.
But this is a forbidden area of the Ghost Realm. Isn't it a bit too reckless for the Lord of Lingguang Palace to barge in?
Looking at the excited Vermilion Bird Army, Chu Tianye's face became increasingly distorted and ferocious.
"Bang~"
Chu Tianye threw the torch in his hand into the cell.
"Boom!"
Inside the cell, green will-o'-the-wisps instantly rose up, licking the walls and floor like venomous snakes.
The air seemed to groan as the flames reached it.
The Vermilion Bird Army scattered in panic, some of them getting their arms licked by the flames, their skin instantly turning black and their soul flames flickering.
Watching the Vermilion Bird Army flee in panic and desperately try to avoid the ghost fire, Chu Tianye roared somewhat maniacally.
"You all should die!"
"Why?"
"Why should someone come to rescue you when you're imprisoned?"
Why is no one coming to save me?
Why hasn't the Chu royal family sent anyone to rescue me?
"If I don't survive, you won't leave Ghost Mother Mountain alive either."
While protecting her subordinates, Fang Zhuyue roared, "Chu Tianye, our Palace Master will not let you get away with this!"
Upon hearing this, Chu Tianye sneered repeatedly: "Do you really think the Ghost Clan's forbidden area is a place you can come and go as you please? Perhaps even the Palace Master of Lingguang Palace will die here."
His voice suddenly lowered, tinged with sorrow: "After all, I did make a contribution to the Chu royal family. By leading you Vermilion Bird Army into the Nine Netherworlds and using the Ghost Clan to kill the Lord of Lingguang Palace, I can consider it revenge for Thirteen."
Upon hearing his words, the Vermilion Bird Army was all greatly alarmed: "The Palace Master shouldn't have come to save us!"
Inside the cell, will-o'-the-wisps spread, and wails of agony filled the air.
"Never mind Chu Tianye for now, come and help Senior Gongshu!"
Gongshu Xingyan was using his ghost chisel to break the prison's restrictions.
Upon hearing this, Fang Zhuyue immediately rushed over and used her remaining spiritual power to help Gongshu Xingyan activate the Ghost Chisel.
Outside the gates of Ghost Mother Mountain, the moment the ghost fire in the prison cell was lit, Hua Changxi sensed that the aura of the Vermilion Bird Army was weakening.
In an instant, disregarding the threat of the heavenly tribulation, she did not hesitate any longer, transformed into a firebird, and flapped her wings to rush towards the gate of Ghost Mother Mountain.
"Click~"
The purple electric python descended, striking Hua Changxi precisely just before she entered the mountain gate.
"Pfft~"
Blood spurted out, and the firebird paused, its crimson flames dimming like a dying candle. But it did not stop, plunging headlong into Ghost Mother Mountain. (End of Chapter)