I am the Ruler of the Kingdom of Mysterious-Chapter 403 - 367: Fortuitous Encounter

The dramatic face overhead was clearly the power of the Opera God, and asking for the Opera God’s help came at a significant cost.

Da Xuan was not entirely unprepared. When Xuanqing, the Yellow Robe Taoist, saw the anomaly in the sky, he had already ordered the accompanying disciples to set up the altar and offerings they had long prepared.

Standing behind the table, he held a Peach Wood Sword and chanted under his breath.

As he recited a phrase, the surrounding disciples would follow in unison.

"Yin and Yang are in chaos, the living suffer, the disciple sincerely prays, Daoist Lord descends upon the world!"

"Exhibit might to subdue demons, righteousness purifies the filth. Radiance protects, all evil spirits perish!"

"Urgently, like the law commands, to exorcise evil!"

The Yellow Robe Taoist raised the Peach Wood Sword high and fiercely slashed it towards the dramatic face in the sky, an invisible sword light carrying overpowering strength, directly tore the dramatic face apart, leaving a black scar.

However, as this sword struck down, the Yellow Robe Taoist, together with dozens of robe-clad disciples around him, had their black hair turned white, and their once-full skin became dry and wrinkled, their lifespan rapidly exhausted.

The Yellow Robe Taoist held on with effort, watching as the black scar in the middle of the dramatic face began to expand in unutterable forms, continuously consuming as it tried to restore the face to its original state.

Those who had bled from their seven orifices upon seeing the dramatic face, at this moment, seeing the black scar in the center were torn to pieces by an invisible force before even falling to the ground, their intestines strewn all over.

"Bow your heads and close your eyes, do not gaze directly at the Ghost God!"

The Yellow Robe Taoist shouted loudly, and the entire army echoed it, the sound waves rolling one after another, spreading to every corner of the battlefield.

"Wind, come! Clouds, come!"

With his last bit of strength, the Yellow Robe Taoist grabbed the tribute rice from the table and scattered it toward the lamps. As fires burst forth, a violent wind arose, dark clouds rolled in, gradually covering everything behind, making it impossible to see the struggle between the Daoist Lord and the Opera God.

Without the restraint of the Opera God, Da Xuan’s soldiers and generals equipped themselves with their Ten Victory Stone weapons and continued to battle with the reanimated corpses of the Qianshou Army.

Deputy General Pang En leapt onto the wall ruins, his long spear aiming straight for the face of the Purple Skirt Pipa Girl.

Amidst the sound of the pipa, hundreds of ghosts blocked the way, the Ghost General riding a decayed warhorse leapt out, the horse’s hooves smashed through the hundred ghosts, clearing a path for Pang En.

The Ghost General was imposing, the other musicians scattered like birds and beasts, pursued and intercepted by the Yin Walker Colonels.

Qiu Wanjun, with his tongue injured and unable to speak, kept his eyes fixed on the Hua Dan still singing continuously atop the city gate tower.

Qiu Wanjun snorted coldly, disappearing from his horse and instantly appearing near the Hua Dan; he also possessed a similar Instant Teleportation ability to Sang Que.

The guards on the city wall, seeing Qiu Wanjun, immediately charged at him. Before they could approach, their bodies trembled as if pinned in place, their skin quickly ulcerated, and their flesh and bones swelled and deformed. In the midst of tearing sounds, their heads grew larger and larger, and a pair of bony horns protruded from their flesh.

At first glance, those rotting, pus-filled, ever-expanding heads looked like a Minotaur’s.

Behind the Hua Dan, a ghost with a bull’s head and human body, dressed in crimson armor, suddenly appeared, fiercely stabbing a steel fork at the Hua Dan.

The Hua Dan showed no fear, continuing to step lightly and sing, nimbly dodging the Minotaur’s attacks.

More and more guards ran over from all corners of the city wall to attack Qiu Wanjun, but everyone who got close was infected by the strange plague, turning into rotten Minotaurs, controlled by the Minotaur Ghost, changing directions and attacking the Hua Dan.

The battlefield was a chaotic dance of demons, the dead piled higher and higher, turning the entire battlefield into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Sang Que had long since run down from the city wall, staying away from the battlefield.

She could do nothing to stop what was happening here, especially with Mo Yan Shu causing trouble from behind.

All she could do was preserve her life.

Sang Que fled southward from the battlefield, using her Instant Teleportation ability to traverse through the woods, but soon, as she continued south, only to find herself back on the battlefield, Sang Que realized this area had become a Ghost Realm, impossible to escape.

The embroidered shoes were useless in this Ghost Realm, but fortunately, Sang Que still had three trigrams left she could use. Hiding behind a tree, thinking of escape, she activated the Geng Trigram representing the Life Gate, extended her hand forward, and took a step.

The surrounding scenery suddenly changed, and Sang Que stepped directly from the woods back into that chaotic burial mound, bumping into a group of people.

"Mulan?"

"Sister Qiao?"

In the chaotic burial mound, Qiao Ling showed a surprised expression, behind her was a Ghost Vendor with one blind eye and a carrying pole over his shoulder.

A team followed behind them, and among the men and women leading, Sang Que immediately noticed the clear-browed, refined man carrying an erhu and the little boy always beside him holding a gourd flute.

They were Cheng Ge, the Gu Master, and Xingzhu, the Dragon and Snake Child.

"You aren’t dead?!"

Cheng Ge also recognized Sang Que; Sang Que had already removed the mole from her face when she last met Mo Yan Shu.

Sang Que temporarily ignored Cheng Ge, who also didn’t immediately reveal Sang Que’s identity as the Yin Child Master, but suppressed his anger, glaring at Sang Que.

Sang Que guessed that Qiao Ling and the Ghost Vendor were here to capture Mo Yan Shu, she asked Qiao Ling, "Are only the two of you here? Where are the others?"

The others, naturally referring to the rest of the Nine Songs; if they were to capture Mo Yan Shu, the strongest combatant, the Gu Master, although absent, at the very least they should’ve brought the assassins, right?

Qiao Ling bore a hint of bitterness in her brow, saying softly, "We haven’t been in contact with the others for many years, the Vendor sent them messages, but whether they can make it, who knows. By the way, from where did you emerge? We’ve been circling this burial mound for a quarter of an hour and still can’t find the direction to Jianshui City."

Sang Que glanced back at the Yunzhou people and quickly explained the situation over at Jianshui City to Qiao Ling and the Ghost Vendor, as the Yunzhou crowd listened behind. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Upon learning that the Class Leader of the Ghost Opera Troupe intended to sacrifice everyone in the entire Qinzhou to advance to the Ghost God Realm, even the usually indifferent Yunzhou people showed disbelieving expressions.

Qiao Ling and the Ghost Vendor exchanged a look, and Qiao Ling declared firmly, "Even though the Class Leader’s chances of success are slim, we cannot just watch this happen."

The Ghost Vendor was solemn; his lineage mastered intelligence from eight directions, with many things orally passed down, he knew much more than others.

The Ghost Vendor said, "In ancient times, the ghosts far beyond the Sixth Level but not reaching the Seventh Level, like Water Ghosts, Plague Ghosts, Dream Ghosts, Earth Ghosts, were initially tamed by Yin Walkers. Yet, these Yin Walkers died attempting to ascend to the Ghost God Realm, leaving behind these powerful Evil Ghosts, hidden in the Hidden Realm, harming the living."

Thus, the matter could not be ignored by the Nine Songs people, the Class Leader must be stopped at any cost.

Qiao Ling and the Ghost Vendor looked at the Yunzhou crowd behind them, they had brought five hundred people this time, all elite Gu Masters and Ghost Witches of Yunzhou, having already formed an alliance with Qiao Ling and the others on the way.

The Gu Master was originally one of the Nine Songs but was captured and taken to Shengjing, Qiao Ling and the Ghost Vendor promised to rescue him, so the Yunzhou people naturally were willing to help.

Qiao Ling requested assistance from the Yunzhou people, knowing that if Qinzhou fell, Yunzhou, bordering Qinzhou, would definitely be affected.

Ang Cheng Ge quietly spoke a few words in the Yunzhou dialect to several elders, then looked at Sang Que.

"We can fully assist with this matter, but we have one condition: regardless of the outcome, she must come back to Yunzhou with us afterward."