Chapter 103
The Xuanmen sect leader’s mind raced—Please, stay away from us!
Leave them some dignity, a chance to survive, they didn’t want to be the world’s villains!
The benevolent elder, a kind smile on his face, looked at the Xuanmen disciples like a proud grandfather, this Xuanmen, brought to its current status by his own hand, all righteous and virtuous Daoists, willing to sacrifice themselves for the greater good, their emotions controlled, dedicated to justice, true cultivators like himself back in the day.
And now, expelled?
‘Don’t you want your judgeships anymore?‘
The leader and the elders, hearing this, their gazes darting towards the police officers, almost knelt, Please stop talking! Don’t be so selfish, Ancestor!
They craved those positions, what cultivator with merit and ambition wouldn’t want to be a judge in the afterlife?
But earned through righteous deeds, not by causing chaos and destruction.
The Xuanmen leader’s face hardened, his ancestor’s words dragging them down, he had to act now, before they were drowned in the public’s outrage.
He declared loudly, “Nonsense! You’ve been expelled! Your name is no longer in our records! Stop with your lies! No one in Xuanmen wants your judgeship!”
He said this, although inwardly conflicted, having been tempted himself, a surge of gratitude for Wu Heng, they had severed ties, destroyed the statue, distanced themselves, otherwise, they would be the ones condemned now.
He looked at the shadowy figure, his voice pleading. “You’re still our ancestor, please, stop this, the human world is united, you can’t win.”
Too many variables, those pathetic ghosts, not even paid, and ordinary spirits, now fighting against the malicious ones, protecting their loved ones, willing to risk their very existence.
Unity, the greatest threat, and what would he gain from all this chaos?
Creating more work for the Xuanmen?
They were receiving more assignments lately, a trusted and respected organization, but if that was his ancestor’s plan… they would be truly damned.
As the leader was pondering this, his elders, having already decided, approached Wu Heng, their voices low, respectful.
“Grandmaster, do you have any… silencing spells? Or medicine?”
Wu Heng: “…”
These were truly devoted disciples.
The elder’s face darkened, he waved his sleeve, a gust of Yin wind, and countless ghosts emerged, the temperature plummeting.
Another wave of fear washed over everyone.
Wu Heng suddenly leaped forward, his aura exploding, a clash of power, his and the Xuanmen ancestor’s, their figures blurring, a chaotic dance, Wu Heng’s power, ancient, raw, wild, imbued with the essence of nature, pushing the elder back, step by step.
[Doctor Wu, so gentle in his live streams, he actually fights! Is this old man the mastermind?!]
[The signal is terrible ever since that female ghost slipped through my door crack.]
The Xuanmen leader, seeing the laggy live stream, suddenly shouted, “Time to cleanse our sect!”
His disciples followed, their weapons raised, their formations ready.
A burst of power from Wu Heng sent the ancestor reeling, and as he faltered, their leader shouted, “Activate the formation!”
Gone was his earlier benevolent facade, his clothes torn, his hair a mess, Yin qi seeping from his form as his disciples surrounded him, the familiar formation, created by himself, to vanquish a powerful demon that threatened their city,
And now, used against him, a final test, it seemed they had learned something.
As the formation activated, threads of spiritual light, linking each practitioner to their ancestor, appeared, visible even in the darkness, a web, a net.
Tears welled up in their leader’s eyes as he looked at Wu Heng pleadingly.
Wu Heng knew. These invisible threads, bonds of loyalty and respect, second only to family.
Two fingers together, he drew water from the well, a sharp blade of water, severing the connections effortlessly, a clean break.
The ancestor, trapped in the formation, glared at him coldly, this shaman doctor, he had some skills.
Everyone had attachments, family, loved ones, friends, even this shaman.
He suddenly raised his head and let out a strange cry, carried by the wind, a distant, ancient sound, a siren’s call.
Far away, in Nan Nuo—
Everyone huddled inside their homes, the group at Chengde Medical Clinic especially tense.
He Yunxiao’s eyes widened suddenly, “What’s that sound?”
Li Hao, “What sound? Are you hearing things?”
A strange, unsettling melody echoed in his ears, each note a vibration against his eardrums, like… a snake’s hiss.
Everyone, seeing his reaction, looked towards the door, their bodies tense.
Although still dark outside, shadowy figures appeared, growing larger, and they realized…
A giant snake, standing upright, taller than a two-story building,
It couldn’t be Da Bai.
Xi Xi, nestled in He Yunxiao’s hands, her vertical pupils fixed on the shadow outside, as if entranced.
“Xi Xi, what’s wrong?” Mrs. He, noticing her granddaughter’s strange behavior, her voice filled with concern.
Everyone looked at her, something was wrong.
“What’s going on outside now? Are there any more cannons upstairs? Another zombie wave?” Wu Su cursed, “That Lai brat, couldn’t he send more?!”
Zhou Yi, his voice urgent, “He Yunxiao, put Xi Xi down! Back away from the door!”
He Yunxiao, one hand covering his ringing ears, the other clutching Xi Xi, hearing a frantic hissing, a mix of urgency and desperation.
He felt… uneasy.
He looked at the giant snake’s shadow through the door cracks. “That’s… that’s the snake from before!”
Li Hao, Wang Dong, and the three Black Hairs felt a chill run down their spines, the memory of their crawling incident.
That damned snake!
‘Hiss, hiss, hiss—’
Xi Xi, hearing the hissing, her body coiling and uncoiling, seemed to be struggling,
He Yunxiao, vaguely understanding the meaning, his face darkening, “So it’s trying to steal my daughter now!”
He had lost his abs because of that snake!
And now it was back, claiming to be the reason for Xi Xi’s birth.
As he watched in horror, Xi Xi jumped from his hands and towards the door, which suddenly creaked open, she slipped outside into the Yin wind,
Stopping to look back at him, a flicker of… confusion in her eyes, he reached for her, held back by his friends, he was about to cry, unable to break free, then looked at the fox. “Su Da Yi, help her! She’s… entranced!”
Su Da Yi, its gaze intense, it remembered what Wu Heng said, Heaven’s trials for every spirit, Da Bai’s courage, hers, her weight, and Xi Xi’s, her true nature, this wasn’t for her to interfere.
“Xi Xi! You’re my daughter! The one I carried for three months! Where are you going?! You’re not evil!” He Yunxiao cried, tears streaming down his face.
The others also looked troubled. Only Xi Xi and Su Da Yi could stand against those malicious ghosts, if she turned against them, they were in serious trouble, should they even fight back?
Xi Xi stared at He Yunxiao, then, abruptly turning, slithered outside.
She looked at the water snake, surrounded by the ghosts, its presence commanding. Then, baring her fangs, in a flash, she attacked, biting its neck.
Xi Xi didn’t understand much, she had only sensed his joy within him, he was happy about everything, small things, new things, even winning a basketball game.
Then his joy faded, replaced by worry and sadness.
And she just wanted him to be happy.
That was her sole purpose, a small magic snake, a byproduct of dark magic, yes, but born from his emotions, pure, untainted, not evil, not like them.
And He Yunxiao’s cries only strengthened her resolve,
She was his daughter, his joy, nothing else.
“Charge! The Fox descends!” Su Da Yi, hearing the frantic hissing, rushed out, seeing the snake’s predicament, its jaws clamped around its neck. She leaped into the air, her chubby body crashing down on the ghosts, who, caught off guard, were squashed flat.
Su Da Yi rolled around on the ground, shaking the dust off her fur, then noticing some survivors, cursed, and with a puff of smoke, transformed, a stunning woman, her figure curvy, her skin pale, her fox eyes seductive, draped in white fur, her long dark hair adorned with white fluffy balls, she exuded elegance and power.
Su Da Yi bared her long, red claws and slashed at the ghosts, their screams echoing through the night.
He Yunxiao and his friends watched, stunned, this beautiful woman in fur, her fierce attacks, piling up the ghosts, jumping on top of them, creating a… compressed file, enjoying their screams, who was she?!
Turning its head, Su Da Yi saw Li Hao and the others staring, then, quickly covering its face, ready to transform back, pointing at them, its voice a furious hiss, “Forget it! Collective amnesia! Don’t look at me! Turn around!”
Li Hao was surprised. “Seriously? Such high standards for a beauty?”
She still wanted to lose weight?
With that face, a legendary seductress!
Wang Dong, and the others, who had assumed she was just using her weight as an excuse, her human form too ugly, they were stunned.
“Miss Su, interested in joining the entertainment industry? My family owns an entertainment company, guaranteed stardom!” Wang’s father, ignoring the chaos, extended an offer.
Su Da Yi looked at them suspiciously, really? Didn’t cameras add weight?
And weren’t they obsessed with thin, pale girls in this world?
It kicked another ghost aside, took out a small mirror, and looked at its reflection, its features delicate and refined, despite its voluptuous figure.
Could it… be beautiful… even like this?
It observed their awestruck gazes through the mirror and, its tail twitching smugly, perhaps it could…
The Xuanmen ancestor, frowning slightly, hadn’t expected that little gray snake’s attack, things weren’t going as planned.
But as long as the end result was the same…
He looked at his descendants with a benevolent smile, watching as the leader shouted, “Send our ancestor on his way.”
The shadowy figure in the formation flickered, fading as the Yin wind swirled around it,
“Our ancestor… has ascended?” an elder whispered, staring at the dissipating figure, their own hands… they…
Had they killed their ancestor?
[Even families have black sheep. This is righteous extermination, isn’t it?]
[Exactly, that serial killer in our village who was executed? He became a vengeful ghost. This kind of thing happens.]
[My… my father was a rapist. He’s a malicious ghost now. I’m so sorry. QAQ]
[Why is the sky still dark? Still so much Yin qi?]
Mr. Shi, reading these comments, his face grim, picked up the phone and called the police.
The Xuanmen leader, his eyes red-rimmed, looked at the darkened sky.
Wu Heng said calmly, “That was just a… projection, a small part of him.”
The Xuanmen disciples were stunned.
So that’s why they could defeat him! Just a small fraction of his power, how could they think their founder was that weak?
The leader, exhausted from the ritual, asked anxiously, “Where’s his true form? What is he planning?!”
Wu Heng asked, “Do you know the consequences of disrupting the balance of the human world?”
They looked at him, puzzled.
Wu Heng smiled faintly, “When chaos reigns, a new King of Hell is chosen.”
Aku sudah menduga, hahaha, itu ML.