Chapter 9

"Ha ha, just as I expected, Lady, where are you going?" the Ghost Without a Shadow said with a smug laugh.

"Get lost!" Lvyi said coldly.

"You are just a woman, using your beauty to serve others, and you still can't be content. The Judge has long predicted that there would be remnants coming to save you!"

"Who is the Judge?" Mo Xian asked.

"Who is the Judge? Ha ha, since you are a dead man anyway, why not tell you? He is Lord Zheng!" The Ghost Without a Shadow laughed loudly.

"In that case, I understand, it's him!" At that moment, all the mysteries were solved, Mo Xian's voice first rose, then lowered.

Hearing this, the Ghost Without a Shadow coldly scrutinized Mo Xian and suddenly said, "You are the Explosive Ghost Mo Xian, so you didn't die after all. The deaths of the Soul Chaser and others were your doing, right?"

"It was me," Mo Xian did not deny it.

"Then you will die!" The Ghost Without a Shadow said, and an iron lotus appeared in front of Mo Xian, seemingly blooming slowly but actually moving very quickly.

At the same time, Mo Xian's dagger moved in a blocking stance, just in time to block the lotus.

The Ghost Without a Shadow seemed surprised. Just as he was about to control the iron lotus, it was blocked by a sword. A few months ago, Mo Xian should not have been able to block it.

The Ghost Without a Shadow's fingers moved slightly, and the Heavenly Wolf Spider Silk flowed, causing the iron lotus to spin and create several illusions, which then descended towards Mo Xian.

Lvyi raised her hand and cast a spell, a faint green light appeared, forming a dragon snake that lunged at the Ghost Without a Shadow and bit at him.

"Magic!" The Ghost Without a Shadow floated backward like a shadow, his face changing drastically.

Mo Xian and the others did not see his face, as the Ghost Without a Shadow appeared to them as a faint shadow.

But the iron lotus in his hand emitted a faint blue smoke, the Heavenly Wolf Smoke! This was an extremely precious drug, and if inhaled accidentally, it would cause weakness throughout the body.

Mo Xian, with his sharp eyes, saw the blue smoke and shouted, "Be careful, this is Heavenly Wolf Smoke, don't inhale it!"

He raised his sword in a washing stance, holding his breath, and blocked the iron lotuses. Then he leaped up, his sword stance changing to a thrusting stance, and he seemed to become one with the sword. With a loud roar, the sword light extended, directly chasing the Ghost Without a Shadow.

The dragon snake bit at empty air, and Lvyi changed her hand seal, forming two dragon snakes that lunged forward and immediately entangled the Ghost Without a Shadow. As the dragon snakes approached, the Ghost Without a Shadow felt his body numb, and his movements slowed involuntarily.

Not good! The Ghost Without a Shadow was greatly alarmed. He gathered his energy from his dantian, disregarding whether his body could withstand it, his meridians aching, similar to the Heavenly Demon Body Dissolution Technique. In an instant, his combat power increased nearly twofold, and the dragon snakes were immediately broken free.

Even if this method succeeded, his body would be unable to fight for three months afterward, and his lifespan would be shortened.

Mo Xian saw his body suddenly swell, becoming clearer, and his hair turning half white in an instant. He knew that the Ghost Without a Shadow had activated a secret technique, and his sword did not show mercy.

With a "pu" sound, the Ghost Without a Shadow's figure, which had just become clear, was about to fade, and Lvyi's face turned pale. At that moment, the sword found an opening and pierced the Ghost Without a Shadow.

The Ghost Without a Shadow let out a half-angry roar, his voice abruptly stopping, and the ghostly light in his eyes immediately dimmed.

"Explosive Ghost, you dare to betray the Hall of Yanluo!" A hoarse voice shouted, and a man with a black mask and black clothes appeared.

Mo Xian, seeing the Black Wuchang appear among the Soul Chasers, said with a cold laugh, "The Hall of Yanluo treats me like grass. I have long been on the death list. If it weren't for my good fortune, my bones would have been long gone. You are allowed to kill me, but I am not allowed to kill you? What a joke!"

The Black Wuchang was furious: "You are just an assassin. The organization wants you to die, it is showing you respect!" As he spoke, he raised his palm, the Black Heaven Great Hand Seal, which was not a mundane martial art but a mysterious technique similar to magic.

Mo Xian saw the black hand seal coming and gritted his teeth. Behind him were the Lvyi sisters, and he could not let them down. Mo Xian had this one good quality: he was clear about his debts and favors, and he would repay those who had done him a favor.

Mo Xian did not back down. Although he knew he was no match for the Black Wuchang, he thrust his sword with all his might towards the hand seal. In an instant, he forgot about life and death. The thrusting stance emitted a white light, and with a loud boom, Mo Xian's body swayed, as if he was about to retreat, but he held his ground, his feet sinking into the mud, a trickle of blood appearing at the corner of his mouth, his face first turning red, then deathly pale.

"Ah! You actually resisted my attack with a mundane martial art, not bad! Unfortunately, you are dead today." The Black Wuchang glanced at him and said casually.

Seeing Mo Xian block the attack, Lvyi cast a spell, and a green dragon snake appeared in front of the Black Wuchang, opening its mouth and spewing poison mist.

"Interesting, you actually have evil magic, and you dare to show it in front of me!" The Black Wuchang turned his face, seeing Lvyi attacking him, and said indifferently. He formed the Vajra Seal and chanted a mantra, a black light appearing, blocking the dragon snake's attack.

Lvyi let out a sharp cry, like the mournful call of an injured animal. In mid-air, a white elephant appeared, with Bodhisattva Samantabhadra sitting on it, emitting a thousand rays of light. The white elephant lifted a foot and stomped down on the Black Wuchang.

The Black Wuchang laughed coldly, changed his hand seal to the Five Buddhas Seal, and chanted a mantra. With a loud boom, the image of Samantabhadra disappeared. This was an illusion and not part of the later techniques Lvyi learned from the *Muni Sanpan Sutra*.

Seeing Lvyi attack, Mo Xian quickly gathered his energy from his dantian and cast a sword strike, a curtain of light sweeping forward.

The Black Wuchang ignored Mo Xian, and Mo Xian was delighted. In front of the Black Wuchang, a figure suddenly appeared, wearing a white mask and white clothes, forming the Guardian Seal of the Vajra King. The seal hit the light curtain, and Mo Xian felt a powerful force, as if he had collided with a train, and he was thrown back, spitting out blood.

Both the Black and White Wuchangs appeared, and Lvyi's face turned ashen. She called out, "Sister, run!"

Lvyi's magic power was sealed by a spirit-sealing technique, and she knew they could not escape today. She only hoped that Lvyi could escape.

"Want to run? Since you came, don't leave!" The White Wuchang said coldly.

"Namah Sakyamuni Buddha!" A Buddhist chant rang out, and several people turned to see two figures approaching quickly. One was a monk in his thirties, holding a demon-subduing staff, and a young novice monk carrying a dragon-coiled staff.

Lvyi and Lvyi's bodies trembled; they recognized the monk in his thirties: "Hu Hai!"

Lvyi's emotions were complex: "Why are you here?"

"Namah Sakyamuni Buddha! The two of you, how are you? My master knew you would face a calamity and specially sent me and my junior brother Hu Ming to help." Hu Hai, who knew what had happened that day, said with clasped hands.

"Hu Ming?" Lvyi suddenly raised her voice, looking at the young novice monk, and asked bitterly, "You have reincarnated, are you well?"

Hu Ming's eyes showed confusion. He felt very familiar yet very strange, and he asked, "Who are you? Why do I feel so familiar with you?"

"I am Lvyi!" Lvyi's voice was a bit choked.

"Layman, Hu Ming paid with his life for you. The past is past, and the Hu Ming of this life is not the Hu Ming you knew. Today, he is here to repay his karmic debt." Hu Hai's voice was gentle, but there was a sense of distance in his words.

"Two bald monks, who are you? Intruding into the Lord's residence and talking nonsense with the Lady, leave now!" The White Wuchang said coldly.

"Layman, we need to take these three away!" Hu Hai said.

"Ha ha! A dung beetle yawning—big talk! Since the bald monks are meddling, you will stay!" The Black Wuchang laughed coldly, took a step forward, formed the Invocation Seal, and chanted a mantra: "Namo Bhumi, Tathagata."

In mid-air, a black wind suddenly arose, and ghosts and demons appeared, rushing towards the group.

Hu Hai formed the Vajra Wisdom Seal and chanted a mantra: "Om, Uruṇi, Svaha." A golden light emerged from the void, transforming into countless light bands, like snakes, wrapping around the black mist. With a loud sound, the black mist dissipated in an instant.

"Good bald monks, you are courting death!" The White Wuchang shouted, changing his hand seal from the Fundamental Seal to the External Binding Seal and shouting, "Om, Namah Samantabhadra!" A black mist rose from his head, quickly forming a mountain-like mass, pressing down on the group.

Hu Ming could no longer hold back. He let out a long cry, tightened his dragon-coiled staff, and charged at the White Wuchang. The staff roared, and a layer of golden light enveloped the staff head, and he attacked the White Wuchang.

Seeing this, the White Wuchang's face showed a mocking smile, thinking Hu Ming was another ignorant person who thought mundane martial arts could counter magic.

But before his smile could fully form, it changed. Hu Ming's staff technique was not only powerful but also infused with a madness. The black mist from his magic, upon touching the staff head, was immediately dispelled by the golden light.

"How is this possible?"

He did not know that this staff technique had transcended mundane techniques. It was a staff technique used in Buddhism to subdue demons and protect the law, and its user had a resounding name in Buddhism: Guardian!

The White Wuchang realized the situation was bad, quickly retreated, and formed a Vajra Wheel to protect himself, his face no longer showing contempt.

Seeing this, the Black Wuchang also formed a Vajra Wheel, raising it into the air, where it grew larger and was about to fall. Hu Hai immediately raised his demon-subduing staff, a golden light shining, and met the Vajra Wheel.

The Black and White Wuchangs both used the Vajra Wheel, which they normally did not use. Today, they were forced to use it, while the Lvyi sisters had no magical weapons.

Mo Xian had landed on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, feeling slightly better in his chest but still in great pain. He knew his injuries were severe, but he did not pay much attention, as it was not the first time he had been injured.

He quietly circulated his energy for two cycles to alleviate his injuries. Seeing Hu Ming fighting like a madman and the White Wuchang retreating step by step, he was very surprised. He did not expect Hu Ming to not only hold his own but also gain the upper hand.

"Two masters, do not linger in battle!" Mo Xian shouted. Lvyi suddenly came to her senses, understanding Mo Xian's meaning, and pulled Lvyi, saying, "Let's go!"

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