Chapter 38

"An Spirit Master!"

With a snort of anger, Yin Yang held his knife in his right hand, his figure transforming into a swift bolt as he darted out through the car window. In the next moment, there was a light 'clank,' followed by several groans from outside the window.

The Cloud-Turning Car finally landed, the entire vehicle shaking violently. Zong Shou released his grip at the moment the car hit the ground. He hovered in mid-air until the shock from the impact subsided, then gently landed. He then moved swiftly, deliberately avoiding the windows on both sides. He lifted a small table in front of him, using it as a shield.

All these actions took less than a breath. Almost simultaneously, two flying darts and three talismans rushed in from the right window, exploding in mid-air. Countless needle-like points and a shower of ice spread throughout the cabin.

Nearly half of the needles and ice shards nailed into the table in front of Zong Shou, making a series of 'ding ding' sounds.

After the needle and ice shower, several black mists exploded on both sides of the Cloud-Turning Car. It was already night, with heavy rain pouring down, making it impossible to see anything. When the black mist spread, it made the area within a hundred feet of the Cloud-Turning Car even more obscured.

Zong Shou's eyebrows immediately arched. The attacks were relentless; these people really wanted his life!

He bit his fingertip, using his blood as ink to draw two simple runes on the side of his eye and near his ear. One was 'Keen Ear,' and the other was 'Clear Eye.'

Immediately, several cool streams of air rushed in, and within fifty feet, almost all sounds were captured by Zong Shou's hearing. His vision also became much clearer, though he still couldn't see far, he could clearly see the area within ten feet around him.

He saw two black figures silently slipping in through the window, using the mist as cover.

Before these two could even get a clear view of their surroundings, two white lights shot out from Zong Shou's sleeves, piercing through their throats.

Two silver-white willow leaf flying knives tore through their vocal cords and trachea. The two black figures could only manage a faint, almost inaudible hiss before they could no longer make a sound.

As Zong Shou darted over, he caught their limp bodies and gently placed them against the sides of the cabin. The entire process was completely silent!

The pupils of the two figures narrowed slightly. This person's movements were even more skilled than theirs!

Looking at his age, he was only about thirteen. Was he really the Crown Prince of Qiantian Mountain, rumored to be weak and unable to fight?

Before they could think further, Zong Shou's fingers pressed heavily on their foreheads. After a dizzying sensation, all their consciousness vanished.

Zong Shou's movements did not pause for a moment. He took the swords from their hands and left the Cloud-Turning Car. His movements were swift, like a spirit fox leaping, and completely silent.

Outside the car, countless raindrops the size of soybeans were falling densely. The sound of the rain was deafening, almost completely drowning out the sounds from Yin Yang and Chuxue. The strong wind was as cold as a knife, but it could not disperse the thick black mist.

As he left the cabin, Zong Shou drew two more runes on his body, again using his blood. One was 'With the Wind,' and the other was 'Avoid the Rain.'

When his figure entered the heavy rain, he seemed to become a vague, indistinct mass of air, hidden in the wind. The raindrops naturally slid to the sides as they fell.

He carefully looked ahead and saw a man with a cloth covering his face, about ten feet away, looking alert and suspicious, watching the direction of the Cloud-Turning Car. He seemed puzzled about why his two companions had not returned. His eyes glowed green, indicating that he had some magical assistance to see through the black mist.

Zong Shou smiled silently and moved like a bolt of lightning. Before the man could react, he had already crossed the ten feet of space. The sword flashed, piercing through the man's skull as he tried to intercept with his own sword.

Zong Shou twisted the sword tip, not bothering to check the result, and continued eastward.

When the spell was activated, others might not have noticed, but he had a vague sense that the Spirit Master who cast it was likely in this direction.

This was not just the experience he had accumulated from countless battles in the virtual realm; it was also the confidence of a real-world Heaven Rank Martial Ancestor!

"These two swords, one is Fengqian, and the other is Tayan, both are talisman weapons! They are even better than my Songwen Fengjian. What is the background of these people?"

In just a few breaths, Zong Shou had a basic understanding of the quality, weight, and abilities of the two swords. However, this information only deepened his confusion.

The Songwen Fengjian cost him a third-stage beast crystal, equivalent to 100,000 silver taels before the Spirit Tide. The Fengqian and Tayan swords were even more valuable. Even if the price was doubled, two third-stage beast crystals might not be enough to buy them.

Who could be so generous? A third-stage demon beast is equivalent to a Secret Martial Master in combat power. They are rare, and it is difficult to kill one.

Such swords, forged by a mid-rank Spirit Forger, would be considered treasures even by some Secret Martial Masters. It was suspicious that they were in the hands of mid-rank martial masters.

Suddenly, there was another explosion in the air. Yin Yang's voice roared out the word "Kill!" A white flame immediately rose into the air, wrapping around a bright, snow-white blade of light.

As the fiery blade flashed, a charred figure fell from the sky.

"Why does Uncle Yin's aura seem off? It seems to be restrained by something. I sensed it when I first formed my Soul Sea, and it is even more obvious now in his battle—"

Zong Shou was puzzled but showed no emotion and did not turn to look. He calmly activated the talismans on the two swords.

If before he was hidden in the wind with some separation, now, with the 'Fengqian' talisman on the sword activated, Zong Shou was completely integrated into the wind.

When the 'Tayan' talisman was activated, a layer of black shadow appeared around Zong Shou, obscuring his figure. The sound of his footsteps was completely eliminated.

With the help of the wind, Zong Shou's speed was like a ghost. In the blink of an eye, he had left the area covered by the black mist. Using the power of the talismans, he moved like an invisible shadow in the dense forest. In just ten breaths, he was 1,700 steps away.

In his field of vision, a figure appeared. A man in his thirties, wearing a white robe, remained spotless even in the muddy, rainy forest.

He had set up a simple altar around him, with two white candles and three burning soul-stabilizing incense sticks in front. The ground was splattered with beast blood, forming a yin-yang symbol.

The man in the white robe held a peachwood sword, standing in the center of the symbol, his feet on the yin and yang eyes, with four yellow talismans floating in front of him. He was chanting incantations.

He opened his eyes and sneered, "You actually found me here. It seems the Crown Prince is not without capable people! Since you're here, you will die!"

With a slight gesture, the four talismans were launched, gathering the water and ice spiritual energy from the forest and shooting through the air.

Zong Shou's expression was indifferent, but his figure moved forward instead of retreating. His speed increased by a full thirty percent! He charged forward to meet the four ice talismans.

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