Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 234 - 159: Ten Directions Ghost Realm (Part 2)

Chapter 234: Chapter 159: Ten Directions Ghost Realm (Part 2)

"Hmph, let’s see what other tricks he has left."

Scholar Chaihu snorted coldly.

He knew the Demon Child wouldn’t be easy to handle.

"Ding!"

Just as his words fell,

inside the underground palace, the sound of metal falling rang out.

Ding!

Ding!

Ding ding ding!

The sound gradually became more and more shrill, like needles constantly stabbing into everyone’s minds.

"Iron Wire Demon Zither, that demon actually brought such a magical artifact into the underground palace."

Scholar Chaihu frowned.

He swiftly pulled out three talismans from his robe, tossing them into the air. The talismans radiated a layer of firelight overhead, the flames extending downward like a wall to block out the sound, weakening the demonic tune.

"Aaaah!" 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

The talismans couldn’t cover all the sharp, piercing zither chimes.

Several young disciples couldn’t stand it; they covered their ears and smashed their heads against the underground palace walls.

"Senior brother, there’s no need for us to just keep suffering in here. As long as we station ourselves outside and surround the place, I don’t believe that old demon can escape."

The old woman suggested.

Standing at the door of the underground palace,

she felt the demon zither’s sound was unbearable. If they kept forcing themselves to endure this, how would they fight once the demon came out?

"Alright!"

"Retreat!"

At these words, Scholar Chaihu quickly led his people out of Zhenbei Prison.

The two talismans hovered overhead, emitting a layer of firelight to ward off the Iron Wire Demon Zither’s harm. But judging by how fast they were burning, the two talismans could only last less than fifteen minutes at most.

"Wooo—wooo—wooo!"

"What is that?"

"Ghosts!"

Just as Scholar Chaihu and his group rushed outside,

people saw dark clouds of black mist surging from Zhenbei Prison. The mist writhed with claws and fangs, as if formed by the spirits of those who perished inside, hideous and frightening, especially so in the darkness.

"Master is making a move."

"Ten Directions Ghost Realm, Master has recovered!"

Uncle Fu and the others exclaimed in delight.

The black mist emerging from Zhenbei Prison were indeed ghosts—a demon sect technique, the Ten Directions Ghost Realm. It required immense power to perform, and the forceful refinement of ghost soul power, raising them as puppets, to unleash the array’s true might.

And Zhenbei Prison was rich in dark yin energy.

People died in prison constantly, new ghosts appeared every day—it was the best place to cultivate the Ten Directions Ghost Realm.

Not every ghost could be refined, but over two decades, Old Demon Child had enough time to forge over a dozen powerful Chong Ghosts, each enough to threaten an Innate Powerhouse.

"The dead aren’t even allowed to rest—no doubt the demon cult is brimming with evil; they deserve to die!"

Scholar Chaihu declared righteously.

He swiped out a golden Dharma Seal, attempting to repel the incoming Chong Ghosts.

"I shall send you to reincarnation myself."

The old woman waved her duster, casting forth ribbons of iridescent light, making any Chong Ghost that approached her scream with ear-piercing shrieks, white smoke hissing off their bodies.

"Ding ding ding ding ding!"

The Iron Wire Demon Zither’s cacophony persisted.

The Ten Directions Ghost Realm condensed thicker and thicker; all around Zhenbei Prison, a hundred ghosts howled together, the bone-chilling sound incessant. Residents nearby felt cold to the bone, wrapped in their blankets, heads buried, shivering with fear.

"What a terrifying method—the demon sect is truly not to be trifled with."

Liu Jinhu stood in the distance.

He watched as Scholar Chaihu and the others were engulfed by the Ten Directions Ghost Realm, his heart grim with fear.

Although with his level of cultivation and primordial power, ordinary Chong Ghosts couldn’t get close to him—even if shrouded by the Ten Directions Ghost Realm, he could escape swiftly. Still, the thought of fighting puppeted ghosts made by others left Liu Jinhu somewhat uncomfortable.

"I hope there’s something I want inside the underground palace."

Liu Jinhu was filled with anticipation.

He had no interest in the struggle between Yun Gui Sect and the demon sect.

But just thinking of the Old Demon Child hiding in Zhenbei Prison’s underground palace for over twenty years made him itch to act; he, like many others, believed some tremendous opportunity was hidden within.

Otherwise, why would the Demon Child have stayed there for decades instead of enjoying luxuries in his sect?

"Make your move!"

Seeing Scholar Chaihu and the others thrown into chaos by the Ten Directions Ghost Realm, Uncle Fu led his group to charge in.

"Look, it’s the demon cult people!"

"I knew they’d return for sure."

"Damn, I dodged too slowly earlier—I’ve lost almost half of my primordial power. How can I enter the underground palace now?"

"Better let them fight to the bitter end so we can reap the spoils."

...

Ever since the Spirit Devouring Array was destroyed by the Emperor of the Great Tang’s order,

those Innate Powerhouses who’d started to withdraw now came rushing back, some watching from afar.

Among them, some spotted Uncle Fu and his men—a host of demon sect masters skimming close to the ground, assaulting the ranks of Yun Gui Sect. Quite a few onlookers were visibly excited, eager for fresh chaos.

In the eyes of many,

the demon sect wasn’t necessarily synonymous with evil.

Yun Gui Sect was hardly a model of righteousness, either.

Indeed, to a lot of people, the self-proclaimed "orthodox" and "immortal sect" Yun Gui Sect acted high and mighty, treating ordinary Innate Powerhouses as trash, looking down on them at every turn.

Many secretly wished to see Demon Cult Disciples slaughtering the ranks of Yun Gui Sect.

"Boom!"

Zhenbei Prison trembled.

The underground palace gates finally opened.

A terrifying aura swept from within, surging to all directions.

"Master!"

Uncle Fu cried out in delight.

"Welcome, Master, on your emergence from seclusion!"

The other demon sect disciples were likewise overjoyed, as if with their Master out, Scholar Chaihu and his lot would be easily slaughtered like vegetables.

"Jin Mu, Zhisheng, Lai Fu, Duan Tian—follow me!"

Scholar Chaihu slashed down a Chong Ghost, his figure flashing like a shadow as he charged back into Zhenbei Prison.

His skills were sharp and his courage fierce.

With four disciples in tow, he fought out of the Ten Directions Ghost Realm,

charging into Zhenbei Prison’s interior.

"I’ll help Master!"

"I’ll go with you!"

"Not needed—come with me and let’s slaughter these hypocrites first!"

Uncle Fu stopped his fellow disciples from entering the prison, leading them in a killing spree outside instead.

He wielded a long saber, unleashing the Loulan Slash repeatedly at Yun Gui Sect disciples.

"So he’s the one who forced me off the cliff?"

Liu Jinhu watched Uncle Fu killing left and right, a single Loulan Slash gravely wounding a Yun Gui Sect disciple—he couldn’t help but frown.

With his level of cultivation,

he could naturally see that Uncle Fu’s Loulan Slash was quite skilled, formidable indeed.

But compared with that night on Black Iron Mountain, when a single Moon-Slaying Style forced him off the cliff, something about it seemed different.

He felt Uncle Fu’s Loulan Slash tonight was on a lower Realm than that of that night.

Was it just a one-time burst that night?

Or is Uncle Fu now hiding his strength, not using his full power?

Either way, Liu Jinhu felt puzzled.

"Whoosh!"

Jiang Feng was running all the way out of Dragon Capital.

Pushing Monkey Escape to its limits.

He didn’t relax until he was well outside Dragon Capital.

Then he checked his Fortune Point.

Fortune: 196,667

"Another increase of more than ten thousand. I’ve already left Dragon Capital—at this distance, no matter how dangerous it gets at Zhenbei Prison, it can’t affect me. Still, I wonder what’s happening over there?"

Jiang Feng murmured with doubt.

"Hey, I’m not the only one who ran."

"A whole lot of people escaped too."

Suddenly, Jiang Feng noticed that near the city gates, there were many more figures—all fleeing from Zhenbei Prison’s direction.

"They must know what’s up."

Jiang Feng approached, wanting to hear what they were talking about.

"Damn it, such bad luck—we got nothing, and lost nearly half our vitality instead."

"Damn, I hope both the demon sect and Yun Gui Sect all die in Zhenbei Prison."

"That bastard Demon Child, still not dead?"

"He’s guarded that underground palace for so many years—any treasure there has long been taken."

"Let’s wait till they both lose, then we sneak back in."

The crowd grumbled, swearing and cursing.

Jiang Feng noticed their auras were in chaos—though several looked fine outwardly, they gave the impression of being heavily vitality injured.

Old Demon Child, damn eunuch... Hearing those curses, Jiang Feng felt all the more astonished.