Chapter 5

In the midst of cherry blossoms dancing in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of promise written there.

As cherry blossoms danced in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of promise written there.

In the air, he initiated the sword-drawing stance, a white light flashed, and it was already upon him. Jiang Hao only felt his body become light, and he saw a headless body falling down, which seemed to be his own. He felt very surprised, his mind already blurred, not knowing that he had been decapitated.

Mo Xian did not linger, not even to tidy up the corpse. His figure flashed and disappeared amidst the trees.

Within a short month, the six ghosts—Qing Si Gui, Diao Si Gui, Wang Si Gui, and Xiao Qi Gui—were assassinated. The judge of the Yama Hall, Zheng Guo, and the marquis Bai Li Cong, were furious.

However, the Qing Si Gui and others would not disappear, and the Yama Hall would quickly replenish personnel. New Qing Si Gui and others would soon be born.

Wu Ying Gui and Luo Sha Gui looked at the body of the Soul Chaser Ghost, which had already been treated for preservation.

"The body was beheaded with one sword," Wu Ying Gui closed his eyes, and a scene of the Soul Chaser Ghost being killed appeared in his mind. After a while, he opened his eyes and said, "It's not a sword technique I know well; it should not be the martial arts of the Yama Hall."

"Can we request the judge to perform the Three Lives Dream Return to recreate the scene?" Luo Sha Gui gave Wu Ying Gui a flirtatious look.

"Do we need the judge's help for such a small matter! Even the Soul Collector wouldn't help!"

"What happened?"

"In the depths of Luoshan, the Lustful Ghost found an interesting place, possibly an array. Unfortunately, we, the Thirty-Six Ghosts, only know martial arts and not array techniques. The Black and White Impermanents went to that place."

"Such a thing, the Soul Collector's involvement should be able to break the array. I wonder what kind of important figure the judge is?"

"You'd better not inquire!" There was a hint of fear in Wu Ying Gui's voice, "Even the Soul Collector doesn't know who it is!"

The Soul Collector, also known as the Black and White Impermanents, possesses magical abilities. When they meet, they usually wear masks. The Thirty-Six Ghosts, of course, are now only about twenty. However, in a year, they should be able to replenish to thirty-six.

At this time, Mo Xian had arrived in Luoyi. After a month of assassinations, he was somewhat injured. Great concealment lies in the city, and Mo Xian went to the capital of Zheng Guo.

He knew the Yama Hall was definitely investigating him. He had caught them off guard, but his identity would eventually be discovered by the Yama Hall. He knew the power of the Yama Hall.

But he did not expect to be right under the judge's nose, and the Yama Hall did not expect Mo Xian to still be alive and to have come to Luoyi.

Luoyi was a large city, with a population of nearly 500,000 in this era. Mo Xian did not live in the city but at the edge of the city. Killers are also human and need to eat.

This was a small village, and at the western end was a small estate, covering several acres, separated from the outside world by a wall. A few years ago, Mo Xian secretly bought it, telling no one, planning for the future.

If he were killed, everything would be over. Otherwise, he would have a place to retire when he was old. He was still young but planned ahead. He did not want to be a killer for life.

The house was here, entrusted to a neighbor to take care of. The yard was planted with various flowers, including some rare varieties. However, they were not bought; some were stolen, and some were transplanted from deep in the mountains.

When he returned to the house, he did not sit idly by but tended to the flowers. During the day, he pushed a cart into the city to sell flowers and plants, completely hiding himself among the people.

The world has many flower growers, and no one pays attention. But if there were many rich people, it would be very noticeable.

He sold flowers but always paid attention to the dynamics of the martial world. He knew that the Yama Hall's branch was not far from Luoyi. He wore a straw hat and sold flowers in the market, occasionally looking up at the Yama Hall's branch, which was about half a mile away.

The Yama Hall's branch was outwardly a pharmacy, the famous Cixin Hall in Luoyi.

Another day ended, and he pushed his wheelbarrow out of the city. He wore a straw hat, covering his face, and wore a gray robe, with a slightly hunched back. Even those familiar with Mo Xian would not associate this somewhat shabby man with the famous Broken Sword Mo Xian in the martial world.

At the city gate, a sound of hooves came, and Mo Xian slightly raised his head. His eyes flashed with a sharp light and then lowered. He felt a familiar presence from this person and knew it must be Wu Ying Gui.

Wu Ying Gui was the most mysterious, and Mo Xian had never seen his face. Every time they met, he was like a shadow, elusive and unpredictable. But a person's aura cannot be hidden when they are not paying attention.

He must have come here for a reason, Mo Xian thought.

Mo Xian could not follow directly, as any unusual movement could easily attract Wu Ying Gui's attention.

Mo Xian disguised himself as an ordinary person, wanting the Yama Hall people to not notice him. It was already late, and although Mo Xian was curious, he still pushed his cart out of the city...

Mo Xian wore night clothes, his face covered, and under the cover of darkness, he prepared to climb over the wall.

He decided to investigate the Cixin Hall at night. He had not forgotten his purpose; he wanted to disrupt the Yama Hall.

He bent his waist and used the Land Flying Technique. His figure shot out like an arrow, leaving a series of illusions silently. Fortunately, it was night; otherwise, it would have been shocking.

He had not gone far when he saw a shadow flash ahead, somewhat familiar. He felt a movement and saw some trees by the road. His figure flashed, and he hid behind a tree.

At night, although Mo Xian had practiced night vision, he could only vaguely see the shape, not the details.

Mo Xian focused, but the figure had already disappeared. As he was carefully searching, he heard the sound of clothing rustling. Someone else was coming, and it was not an ordinary person.

Two figures stopped not far away, and a woman's voice said, "Night Walker, are you sure that demoness is here?"

"Luo Sha Gui, you don't believe my tracking skills. She is injured and can't run far. She should be nearby. Be careful; she can use demonic arts."

"Don't worry. She has been hit by the Soul Collector and is in no condition to fight. If the Soul Collector didn't want her alive, she wouldn't have escaped!"

Mo Xian hid behind the tree, carefully concealing himself. The Night Walker, ranked seventh, was just below Mo Xian, and Luo Sha Gui was above Mo Xian. However, Mo Xian was confident that he did not need to fear them at the moment.

The Thirty-Six Ghosts of the Yama Hall practiced extremely sinister and bizarre techniques, with significant flaws. They were not orthodox martial arts but techniques for one-hit kills, often relying on various tricks. In a fair fight, they were not strong.

At that moment, a pale green light flashed, and sand and wind rushed towards the two.

"Right on time!" Luo Sha Gui seemed to know it was coming and threw something. Instantly, the sand and wind subsided, and a woman leaped from the roadside bushes.

Mo Xian was stunned. It was her! It was Lady Lüru! How did she provoke the Yama Hall!

Without thinking, he grabbed the ground with his big toe, and his body seemed to use a teleportation technique, appearing behind the two. He initiated the sword-drawing stance, and in the darkness, a bright flash appeared, and the sword light was already upon them.

The situation was sudden, but the two reacted quickly. Luo Sha Gui's water-dividing spear turned, and her body crouched. In the darkness, a shadow pierced towards Mo Xian, like无形的水一样卷向Mo Xian, ignoring the sword light above her head, determined to take Mo Xian down with her.

Her technique was called the Female Demon Yin Water Technique, which made her body as fluid as water. The water-dividing spear was purely offensive, with no defense, often resulting in a one-hit kill.

The Night Walker, however, used a pair of Wu hooks. He grunted, and his eyes glowed green in the darkness. Mo Xian felt as if his eyes were struck, and he closed them. His body twisted like a dragon, and the sword light in the air turned, evading Luo Sha Gui's water-dividing spear in a bizarre manner.

The sword light then fell on the Night Walker's head. The Night Walker blocked with his hooks, trying to lock Mo Xian's sword, but he locked nothing. His body froze, and suddenly, it split in two.

The Night Walker practiced a technique called the Pupil Technique, which, combined with his Wu hooks, was often impossible to defend against. However, this Pupil Technique, though nearly magical, was not true magic. Mo Xian, upon hearing the Night Walker's name, had already been on guard. The Night Walker did not expect that the supposedly dead Mo Xian was the masked person before him.

The sword-drawing stance looked simple, but Mo Xian had practiced it countless times. People often only saw the light, not realizing it was too late. Although Mo Xian had not perfected this technique, its power was far beyond what ordinary people could imagine. According to the book, the sword-drawing stance had no end; as one's skills deepened, its mysteries became endless.

When Mo Xian dealt with the Night Walker, Lady Lüru had already leaped behind Luo Sha Gui, her fingers extending several inches, ready to grab her. Unfortunately, Mo Xian had his eyes closed and used his ears to listen to every move, so he did not see this.

Luo Sha Gui's body moved, and Lady Lüru's attack missed. She thrust her hand backward, and the water-dividing spear was about to pierce Lady Lüru's abdomen.

Mo Xian turned his sword, and a flash of light appeared. The water-dividing spear was just about to reach Lady Lüru's abdomen. At this moment, she had already given up on capturing Lady Lüru alive and decided to kill her.

But her body suddenly stiffened. Mo Xian's sword had already pierced her throat. She died in confusion, not knowing who had killed her.

Lady Lüru's body swayed. With her magic broken and after several days of fleeing, she was already at the end of her strength.

But she still struggled, her eyes filled with fatigue, yet alert, watching the figure in night clothes and the masked person before her.

"Lüru, it's me!" Mo Xian immediately pulled off the mask covering his face.

Lady Lüru's expression immediately relaxed. Although it was night, they were not far apart, and with the help of starlight and the sound of his voice, she murmured, "Big Brother Mo!"

Her body swayed, and Mo Xian immediately stepped forward. She collapsed, unconscious.