Chapter 49

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Chapter 49

“What did you say?” Bai Tan overcame the shock and used his sleeve to wipe away the blood on Li Wuzhang’s face, “Who caused you to be in this state?! This is… this is a spell, isn’t it?”

Li Wuzhang shook his head, “Shidi, don’t ask anymore, quick, leave…”

Bai Tan gritted his teeth furiously and said, “Leave, why should I* leave? Who dares to hurt my* people… I* definitely won’t let the person off easily! Say it, who is it?”

Li Wuzhang’s lips were trembling, and his voice was so hoarse, it no longer sounded like a human’s, there was even blood seeping out from his mouth, “I can’t say it…I can’t say it! Shidi, listen to Shixiong’s advice, leave this place, the further, the better.”

“I understand now…you can’t say the name of the person who cast the spell.” Bai Tan realized what was going on, helped Li Wuzhang to the bed, and sealed an acupoint in the center of his forehead, rendering him unconscious.

Fetching some tea water to help Li Wuzhang wipe the bloodstains off of his face, he then observed Gui Yu’er on the bed for a while. Seeing that she wasn’t as pale anymore, and her breathing was stable, he immediately felt a little relieved. After that, he changed into a clean set of clothing and stepped out into the corridor, seeking the person who’d injured Li Wuzhang.

It was already deep into the night, the building was dark and gloomy, so silent and still, it really did seem like an abandoned Buddhist temple. Some of the people were asleep, reserving their energy for the opening of the Great Wu Lin Assembly. The remaining people that were still awake, were either practicing their skills by themselves or secretly observing others, preparing for possible situations ahead of time.

Bai Tan looked around but felt a wave of dizziness, his body swayed. It was only because he quickly grabbed onto the railing that he didn’t fall down the floors. He was still recovering from the sword injury and having spent half the night helping Gui Yu’er treat her wound, added on to his injury. At that moment, he had no energy and felt weak and tired.

He rubbed his temples, forcibly ordering himself to keep going.

He could tell, the spell was most likely a type of speech restricting spell. Those types of spells were documented in a scroll “Evil Curses and Toxic Scriptures” that he’d once secretly read in Cang Jing Ge. The art of spell casting was different from the teachings of martial arts, it came from a further part of the Western Region, the scriptures were obscure and difficult to understand, it seemed mythical, almost. Even within the Fu Tu Sect, it was a taboo, and also because the scripture was in shambles and incomplete, there was barely anyone who understood how to use it. When Wu Yanfu was still alive, he hadn’t seen him use spells either. Who could it be?

Was it someone from the Sect who had read the scriptures before too, or was it someone from another sect who knew how to cast spells?

Where had Li Wuzhang gone earlier? Why was he asking him to leave repeatedly?

Could it be a strong, ruthless person? Was it Fu Lu?

Bai Tan’s mind was filled with questions, he walked along the railing slowly and suddenly heard the “creaking” of a door being pushed. It came from below. He looked over and saw a human figure emerging from the darkness.

Getting a clear look at the person’s appearance, Bai Tan was surprised, immediately his questions dispersed and were replaced with fully bloomed, murderous intentions.

He saw the person blow the lantern out in his hand, and flitted down the stairs like a spirit. Bai Tan followed silently, all the way out of the front door of the Dragon Gate Building, over a fencing wall, through a dense forest, and finally arrived at a desolated monastery.

Secretly peeping as the figure walk into a small temple in the monastery, Bai Tan summoned Shiyue, gripped it tightly in his hand, and let out a chilling laugh. It was a dark and windy night, suitable for a murder to happen. Since you came out courting death, don’t blame me*.

With that thought, he crept closer, step by step, in the darkness of the night. When he was at the door, he heard whispers coming from inside, there seemed to be more than one person present in the temple. The voice started off extremely soft, but gradually became louder, became intertwining, ragged breaths, and after that, bits of amorous moans were mixed in.

Bai Tan was stunned, thinking of the sight of the two hugging intimately that night, he crept to the door as softly as he could while staying close to the wall. He turned his head to look in, it was so dark inside the narrow, cramped hall of the temple, that one could barely see his own hands stretched out in front of himself. There was only a ray of moonlight that filtered through the cracks in the roof tiles, vaguely illuminating the intertwined figures below. In the darkness, Si You seemed to have completely turned into a bewitching python, slowly killing the prey that had entered its trap.

……

Even though Bai Tan couldn’t clearly see who the other person was, he could at least tell that the person was not Tian Su, and felt an anonymous sense of gladness.

But such a scene acted out on the sacred grounds of Buddha, was enticingly beautiful and indescribably tempting. Bai Tan had only peeped for a short moment, but he too, couldn’t help feeling a little heated up. He quickly calmed himself down, averted his eyes. Knowing Si You must be using “Tiannu Gouhun” to practice double cultivation of the Sky of Six Desires, and absorbing neili. It was probably so that he would be able to get himself a place in the ranks during the Great Wu Lin Assembly. Hmph, that was a good plan, but how could he let him succeed!

As that thought surfaced, Bai Tan immediately started gathering his neili, jumped in, and swung his weapon straight at Si You!

However, Si You reacted immensely fast, dodging to the side, he pulled his robes up with one hand while a long rope shot out from the sleeve of the other. The impact caused Bai Tan’s weapon to slant from its intended path, the blade slid over the man who was lying on the floor. Instantly, a gash, so deep that his bones could be seen, was slashed across his torso, causing the person to let out a blood-curdling cry before he died on the spot.

Bai Tan knew it was bad news, he glanced at the person and felt that he looked a little familiar, but he couldn’t afford to be distracted. He chased closely after Si You out of the temple door and cut the person off in the monastery. At that moment, Bai Tan was furious, and his skills were vastly better than half a month ago. In less than ten blows exchanged between the two, Si You was utterly defeated. With the blade held against his throat, he kicked him to the ground ruthlessly, stepped on his chest, bent down, and gave him over ten consecutive slaps on his face. Causing the person’s cheeks to bleed, and a couple of teeth to drop, leaving him only with the ability to gasp for air.

Done with the round of beating, but feeling like it wasn’t enough to vent his anger. Bai Tan picked up a tooth, flicked it into the man’s mouth, and grabbed his jaw tightly, forcing him to swallow it, “When you ridiculed me* that day, you should have seen this coming.”

The man clenched his teeth tightly and stared at him with vicious hatred. Yet, a shred of a smile with unknown significance surfaced on his face, “Little evildoer…… rest assured since you make things difficult for me, I won’t make it easy for you either.”

Bai Tan shifted more weight onto the leg that was stepping on his chest, causing the ribs to crunch under the force. Staring at the pretty face as it contorted, he slowly spat out each word, interrogating, “It was you who cast the spell on Li Wuzhang, wasn’t it? If you tell me* how the spell can be undone, I* can spare your wretched life.”

“Ha, you think it’s me?”

Bai Tan stepped harder, and sneered, “It isn’t? Who else could it be aside from you?”

“Of course, Li Wuzhang and I are both Hu Fas, our martial arts are roughly on par, he’s a little better in fact. A spell is only cast when the other person is inattentive, how would I get the chance to cast a spell on him?” Si You coughed violently, and pressed his lips together, wiping the blood that spilled out from the corners of his lips, “Though I don’t know the art of spell, I know how to undo it…… If you really are worried about him, you either have intercourse with him to transfer the spell to yourself or kill the person who cast the spell. I am not the person who cast it, it would be of no help even if you were to kill me.”

“Nonsense! Whether you are or you aren’t the person who cast the spell, I* will kill you. Your denial, I* don’t believe it either, why don’t I find out by killing you first!” Bai Tan was about to swing his blade down to chop his head off, but at that instant, Si You’s eyes widened, and let out an exclamation while looking behind him, “Yanfu!”

Bai Tan was shocked, he turned around to look, and his blade slowed. In that split second, Si You smacked the ground and slid backward while still staying close to the floor. Bai Tan was quick to react and caught his belt, but Si You spun around, got up, raised his arm, and pounced straight at the blade. Of course, Bai Tan wouldn’t shun nor retreat, he went along with it and struck with the blade!

A cold glint flashed by, instantly a screech erupted, cutting through the silence of the night. Half of a forearm flew out with the sleeve, a huge gush of blood suddenly spurted out from where the man’s arm was severed, splattering all over Bai Tan. In the time that it took to wipe his face. The person with a severed arm had already leaped over the wall in front and escaped towards the Dragon Gate Building.

Knowing that nothing good would come from him reaching the Dragon Gate Building, how could Bai Tan let him off, he held his weapon and went after him. He was about to fatally hit Si You’s back when they were in front of the Dragon’s head, but the figure in front of him shifted, and a sharp weapon came straight at him!

Bai Tan took three steps back and saw that it wasn’t anyone else other than Tian Su who came. He wore a mask that seemed like a brass mirror, and the weapon that he held was the Pori ax, which had been left in the ruins under the quicksand. The dragon scale-shaped saw-tooth on the blade of the hook in his hand and the feather-shaped reversed spikes on the sharp edge of the ax clashed in a deadlock. At that moment, neither retreat nor moving forward was an option.

Translator: Crispyfry

Proofreader: Grumpykit

QC: Xiao

Xiao’s Comments: Oh, oh…

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