The three attackers converged on him—ghosts, corpse puppets, and swarms of gu insects charged toward Chu Xuan.
With a gesture, Chu Xuan summoned his Sky-Shielding Umbrella, and suddenly, a ghastly two-headed, four-armed Ghost King appeared, towering six zhang tall, his body clad in jagged, protruding armor.
The air around him was thick with a chilling ghostly aura and a menacing murderous vibe. His massive mouth seemed poised to devour all souls.
Each of his powerful arms wielded a different ghostly weapon: a loop-headed saber, a vajra staff, a steel hammer, and a trident.
The corpse commander, terrified by the sight, screamed and fled.
The four arms bellowed triumphantly to the sky as the vajra staff was hurled, smashing the ghost commander into two. The ghost commander, sensing danger, promptly fled.
The four arms then threw the trident, pinning it to the ground. A sweep of the ring pommel saber unleashed a blade aura, exploding the swarm of gu insects into oblivion.
"A Ghost King?!"
The leader of the bandit cultivators' eyes bulged, his instincts screaming at him to flee. But how could their speed compare to the mighty Ghost King?
The massive steel hammer descended swiftly from above, smashing the two remaining assailants into a pulp with a thunderous crash!
The four-armed Ghost King roared in excitement, howling up at the sky.
Chu Xuan frowned, "The bodies still have their uses, next time don't smash them so badly. How are your brothers supposed to eat?"
The excited howl of the four-armed figure suddenly stalled, and it hung its head low like a chastised dog, whining softly to show understanding.
Chu Xuan nodded approvingly, "Good, recognizing your mistake is what makes a good dog—no, a good ghost!"
Of the three bandit cultivators, two were now mere pulp. The third, already petrified with fear, was left with a vacant stare.
Chu Xuan promptly used a soul-searching technique on this survivor. "Interesting, at first glance they seem like ordinary bandit cultivators, but they are actually stooges for the Duan family. Anyone purchasing from the Bai and Qin family trading halls could be targeted by them."
"Since the Duan family has such stooges, the Bai and Qin families must have them too, right?" Chu Xuan scoffed, casually breaking the man's neck and tossing him into the Corpse Nurturing Tower.
As for their storage bags, after a quick search that yielded a substantial amount of spiritual stones but nothing else of interest, Chu Xuan hummed a tune and, still under the guise of Huikong, returned to Righteous Dao City. He had just reached the entrance of his cave abode when he noticed two figures approaching from a distance, seemingly headed straight for him.
Chu Xuan's eyes brightened with amusement upon recognizing the duo approaching him. They were Xiao Fengxian and Yuan Zichu, both of whom he had encountered before. Xiao Fengxian still sported his characteristic elegant and handsome demeanor.
As they halted before him, Yuan Zichu subtly sized Chu Xuan up, while Xiao Fengxian clasped his hands in a formal greeting. "Fellow daoist Huikong, I am Xiao Fengxian. We met over a year ago; I trust you still remember me?"
Chu Xuan smiled in response, "I remember. What brings you, fellow daoist Xiao, to my doorstep?"
Xiao Fengxian's poise remained flawless as he explained, "You might not be aware, but a year ago, fellow daoist Yuan also became an honorary elder for the Duan family. His expertise in talismans far surpasses mine; he is now a distinguished guest of the Duan family." He then shifted the topic, "As you might know, the number of third-tier cave abodes in Righteous Dao City is limited. Once someone occupies one, there are none left for others."
His tone was sincere, seemingly genuinely concerned for Yuan Zichu. Chu Xuan simply listened to their exchange with a faint smile, not immediately revealing his thoughts. freewebnøvel.com
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