Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!-Chapter 267 - 182: Are You My Husband? (Third Update)

Chapter 267: Chapter 182: Are You My Husband? (Third Update)

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“It’s really troublesome.”

Su Jie glanced at the severed limbs, inheriting the self-healing ability of the Thousand-Hand Centipede; it accelerated recovery from the injuries, with flesh buds crazily sprouting on the regenerating limbs, yet the process consumed an immense amount of Spiritual Power.

For a Sixth-Grade Fierce Ghost, even Su Jie, who possessed a Primordial Spirit, found the fight extremely difficult.

“You’ve got quite some endurance, but this is where it ends,” remarked Zou Minzun with a cold laugh.

It was because of the numerous ghosts within this Heavenly Soul Formation that he truly felt confident.

Just at this moment, the ghosts that had walked out of the houses in the Han Mansion finally reached the battlefield.

These ghosts ranged from First Grade to Sixth Grade, especially the three Sixth-Grade ghosts—the Sword Labor Ghost, the Headless Ghost, and the Starving Ghost—their strength was not inferior to that of the Nine Sons Ghost Mother.

As for the Fifth-Grade Fierce Ghosts, they numbered over a dozen, while the other Fourth-Grade, Third-Grade, down to Second-Grade and First-Grade Fierce Ghosts, totaled more than a thousand, forming a terrifying ghost army.

Such a ghost army was something not even a combined force of Su Jie and Yu Wenjing could handle.

“Now, do you understand the gap between us?”

The voice of Zou Minzun was cold. The Heavenly Soul Formation actually wasn’t his but belonged to the Heavenly Soul Sect, and he had merely borrowed it to influence these semi-wild ghosts inside the formation.

In the Heavenly Soul Sect, the Heavenly Soul Formation was the Sect’s ultimate asset; it was said that the most powerful Heavenly Soul Formation even housed a Ninth-Grade Fierce Ghost.

Compared with Ghost Ridge Palace, the Heavenly Soul Formation was equivalent to Insect Valley, which could usually be used for disciple training and capturing fierce ghosts.

During a fight, it could also be carried around for deployment, controlling the semi-wild fierce ghosts inside for attacks.

The expressions of Xiao Fengyuan, Yu Wenjing, and Mo Shiyao all changed drastically at the scene.

“Indeed terrifying!”

The voice of Su Jie fell, and the Painting Woman and the Lantern Ghost attacked Zou Minzun once again.

As the Lantern Ghost and the Painting Woman were mobilized, Su Jie also made his move; his Primordial Spirit connecting with heaven and earth, tapping into the nearby Tao River, allowing a wisp of Taoist aura to descend upon the world.

As a bloodline slit opened at the top of his skull, Su Jie soared high, shouting, “Heavenly Might, aid me.”

With a thunderous crash!

Su Jie’s entire aura surged, seemingly becoming the center of this world.

Zou Minzun was shocked to his core, finally understanding why Su Jie could control two Fifth-Grade ghosts.

This man, clearly of the Yunling Realm in cultivation, possessed a Primordial Spirit—there was no mistake, that was the effect of the Primordial Spirit.

Using the Heavenly Might for oneself, managing the flow of Spiritual Power of a small part of the world, was something only a Primordial Spirit could do.

While Zou Minzun was shaken, a fissure at Su Jie’s glabellar region wildly absorbed Spiritual Power, and eventually, Su Jie, like an air-to-ground missile, swiftly flew through the sky. As Zou Minzun watched with splitting eyes, Su Jie flashed past one ghost after another, landing in front of a pavilion in the bamboo forest, and slapped his palm on Han Ruyan’s top of the skull.

With that palm strike, the Spiritual Power of this world surged like a tide.

Han Ruyan was the Array Eye of the Heavenly Soul Formation; when she was struck by Su Jie, it was as if the Array Eye was damaged.

Sizzle!

At that moment, in the sky dome above, the black fog enveloping East Victory City gradually dissipated, revealing the long-unseen blue sky to the view.

“The formation has been broken.”

“Run quickly, those fierce ghosts are catching up.”

“Haha, we can finally leave.”

The disciples were overjoyed, gazing at the blue sky and white clouds, seeing hope for survival continue.

“Brother Su’s righteousness is acknowledged. I owe you a favor today; let’s meet again another day.”

Yu Wenjing smiled and clasped his hands, disengaging from the battle with Gongyang Ji and rising to the high skies with a wave carrying many disciples.

“Su Jie, hurry up!”

Ning Xinyue also cheered up, following Xiao Fengyuan as they climbed onto the back of the Thousand-Handed Centipede, ready to make their escape.

However, to Ning Xinyue’s surprise, Su Jie had been standing still ever since he struck that palm.

Su Jie didn’t want to stay; he simply couldn’t move.

As he struck Han Ruyan’s body, his spiritual power erupted like a volcano.

The woman’s eyes, which had been tightly closed all along, slowly opened to reveal a pair of eerily vacant ones.

Their gazes met, and Han Ruyan, with her arms on Su Jie’s shoulders, unleashed a weirdly cold force that pervaded his body, making him stiff on the spot.

“Break free for me.”

Su Jie’s primordial spirit emerged, shining brightly with golden light as the Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunder exploded, forcibly regaining control and breaking the stiffness.

Just as he turned around, Zou Minzun, with a massive army of ghosts, charged crazily towards him.

“I swear to flay you alive.”

Zou Minzun was going mad; he had not expected Su Jie to possess a primordial spirit, let alone that Su Jie would head straight for Han Ruyan.

The Ghost Bride, not yet fully cultivated, awoke. She was currently a fifth-grade fierce ghost. If things had gone as he planned, with a month of cultivation, he could have elevated the Ghost Bride to the sixth or even seventh grade.

Before him was the sinister Ghost Bride, and behind him was the massive ghost army brought by Zou Minzun; Su Jie’s chance for retreat had been lost.

High above in the sky dome, the Thousand-Handed Centipede constantly blasted Purple Light Rays and spit Death Decline Curse Clouds while Ning Xinyue and Xiao Fengyuan did their best to block them.

The Lantern Ghost raised its lantern, and one by one, the Painting Women emerged, but against the massive ghost army, it was merely a drop in the bucket; their defense line was instantly torn apart.

Su Jie furrowed his brows, with Zou Minzun right at his heels and Han Ruyan eerily blocking his path.

Su Jie’s divine sense kept spreading, searching for an escape, but suddenly discovered that the eye-shaped curse on Han Ruyan’s jade-like back, due to the recent surge of spiritual energy, had become greatly blurred.

That was the curse Zou Minzun used to control Han Ruyan, ensuring the successful cultivation tied to their contract.

With the Ghost Bride’s cultivation process disrupted by Su Jie, the curse rune also withered simultaneously.

An audacious idea suddenly sprang into Su Jie’s mind.

“Let’s risk it all!”

Looking at the vacant-eyed Han Ruyan, Su Jie bit his fingertip and, as fast as lightning, smeared his blood on Han Ruyan’s forehead while vigorously activating the “Nine Nether Ghost Cultivation Technique,” with his primordial spirit controlling the infiltration into Han Ruyan’s body.

Han Ruyan paused on the spot, affected by Su Jie’s forceful contract, causing her already fragile connection with Zou Minzun to disintegrate instantly. Now, Han Ruyan, like a wild fierce ghost, was free from control.

“You dare!”

Seeing this scene, Zou Minzun’s veins bulged on his neck, his face turning red with anger.

“Are you my husband?”

Suddenly, a chilling, ghostly voice emerged.

Han Ruyan’s gaze swept over the dried corpses hanging from the pavilion, including Han Jinghuan and Han Mother, and her lifeless eyes locked onto Su Jie with an incomprehensible sound.

“No…”

Just as Su Jie uttered the word, it instantly triggered the Ghost Bride’s killing mechanism.

Mysteriously, Su Jie’s body began to transform from his legs, swiftly turning towards a clay and wooden sculpture, even the light of Su Jie’s primordial spirit trembled intensely, flickering like an unstable flame.