AVL Chapter 132

Seven people decided to kill the fierce ghost.

 

Xi Jue said: “When the time comes, stay far away, hear me? It could slap you to the horizon with one claw. I won’t save you.”

 

Yan Ling finally couldn’t help turning back to say quietly: “You’ve said that eight hundred times already.”

 

Xi Jue frowned: “Who am I doing this for?”

 

“For me, for me.” Yan Ling said. “So stop talking. I know how to protect myself.”

 

Xi Jue sneered: “You?”

 

Yan Ling: “…”

 

Looking at Yan Ling’s eyes, he really wanted to make Xi Jue mute before killing the fierce ghost.

 

Heng Yudu sat in his chair, saying with difficulty: “Really won’t let me help?”

 

Before Rang Chen could speak, Xi Jue launched an indiscriminate attack: “Help with what? Add to the chaos? One Yan Ling is already enough for us to bear.”

 

Heng Yudu: “…”

 

The others all looked at Xi Jue with reproachful eyes.

 

Xi Jue frowned: “Which sentence did I say wrong?”

 

Heng Yudu knew the Xi family’s young master had a strange temper and didn’t argue. He raised his hand to summon several glazed sparrows, landing one on each person’s shoulder: “If something happens, use the glazed sparrow to find me.”

 

Xi Jue asked: “What use is finding you?”

 

Heng Yudu held back and held back, but ultimately couldn’t hold back. Smiling gently, he said: “Of course to collect your corpses.”

 

Everyone: “…”

 

This person was the real indiscriminate attacker.

 

Xi Jue was retorted into submission. Just about to speak, Yan Ling irritably tugged him: “Let’s go. Remember to send me into the middle of that black fog.”

 

Xi Jue said coldly: “How nice if I just sent you back to Tianyan Academy to stay? You still want to get close to that ghost thing—are you trying to die faster?”

 

Yan Ling said angrily: “I need to talk to it! If I don’t get close, how can I talk?”

 

Rang Chen, seeing the two about to argue again, hurriedly said: “Did Ling’er hear something with ‘Idle Listening to Sounds’?”

 

“Don’t call me Ling’er.” Yan Ling muttered quietly. He always felt this name was too delicate, not masculine at all. What if he was affected by this name and couldn’t grow tall? “—I heard it. His resentful energy comes from Xiezhi Sect’s verdict.”

 

Yan Ling recounted the youth’s story in detail. Everyone was silent for a long time.

 

Xi Jue moved his hands and feet, stuffing bean-sized Tianyan spirit pearls into his mouth for emergencies. Seeing their varied expressions, he asked puzzled: “What’s wrong? Let’s kill him. What are we waiting for?”

 

Everyone: “…”

 

Confirmed—this person completely lacked empathy and compassion.

 

Xi Jue, having been indulged since childhood, didn’t think others’ suffering concerned him at all. His face full of confusion as he met everyone’s glares.

 

Yan Ling stepped on his foot once. Before Xi Jue could explode, he said: “Let’s go!”

 

With that, everyone together left the spirit mustard seed.

 

Xi Jue cursed once, following with a stern face.

 

The vast secret realm seemed entirely under that vengeful ghost’s control. Almost as soon as everyone left the protection of the spirit mustard seed’s illusion barrier, the clear sunny sky instantly turned into overcast clouds.

 

Pitch-black resentful energy came howling from afar.

 

Feng Yu had controlled ghosts since childhood. His perception of resentful energy was much keener than others. Seeing that overwhelming yin energy, his small face turned deathly pale. He supported Liu Changxing with difficulty, shaking his head: “I feel we can’t do this.”

 

Liu Changxing encouraged him: “We can. Look how composed Ling’er is.”

 

Feng Yu looked over accordingly, pursing his lips: “You might be seeing wrong. His calves are trembling.”

 

Liu Changxing: “?”

 

Composed Yan Ling’er grabbed Xi Jue’s hand, saying quietly: “Remember to send me over.”

 

Xi Jue’s brows furrowed tightly, saying irritably: “Are you sure you can make him eliminate his resentment just by talking?”

 

“Yeah.” Yan Ling nodded. Thinking about it, he took out a small cloth pouch. “If he doesn’t listen, I’ll stuff this poison in his mouth. That can also eliminate resentment.”

 

Xi Jue: “???”

 

Tianyan above, hurry and return that gentle, cute Yan Ling’er!

 

Yan Ling didn’t know where his courage came from. Looking at the wall of resentful energy about to reach them, he said to Xi Jue: “Go!”

 

That poison he’d asked Lezheng Jiu for. Feng Yu looked at it and said it was useful, but specifically whether it would work on that level of vengeful ghost, he didn’t know. But something was better than nothing.

 

Xi Jue looked at him incredulously. But things had come to this—there was no choice. He could only hope Yan Ling truly had a way to counter the vengeful ghost. Raising his hand to grab his wrist, he said quietly: “Don’t blame me if you die.”

 

Just as his words fell, ‘Wheresoever I Roam’ activated. Golden spiritual power instantly transformed into several golden threads wrapping around them.

 

Rang Chen’s eyes flashed gold. He suddenly said: “Go north.”

 

Fortune and misfortune were hard to predict, but north would have life.

 

Xi Jue had no time to think. Subconsciously taking Yan Ling, he instantly went north.

 

Yan Ling covered one ear with one hand. His Foundation Establishment cultivation’s meager spiritual power condensed into fragmentary light. The resentful energy was faster than him—almost the instant they appeared, it swung a black smoke, like an overwhelming giant palm slapping toward the two.

 

Xi Jue’s speed was extremely fast. Scooping up Yan Ling in one motion, he instantly disappeared from the spot.

 

‘Wheresoever I Roam’ originally wanted to take the two directly into the smoke. But that wall condensed from resentful energy was actually like a Tianyan barrier—the xiangwen completely couldn’t penetrate it.

 

Xi Jue nearly crashed headlong into it. In that critical moment, he raised his hand to strike heavily, shocking his wrist until it nearly broke. But with difficulty he retreated several steps, not crashing into the resentful energy.

 

Everyone’s cultivation was at most Liu Changxing’s half-Golden Core. After the long sword was unsheathed, using full strength to slash only cut a thin gap in the resentful energy. But it quickly slowly merged back together.

 

The resentful energy was like giant palms brandishing claws, slapping down everywhere. In just a few moves, everyone was in a sorry state.

 

Even in this situation, Yan Ling’s courage didn’t diminish. He was determined to kill that fierce ghost.

 

Xi Jue raged: “Where exactly does your courage come from?!”

 

It was just Sheng Jiao being knocked unconscious by that yin energy—those who didn’t know would think Sheng Jiao’s soul had scattered, making this shorty so angry.

 

Yan Ling didn’t want to say more. His gaze suddenly fell on the gap where Liu Changxing had slashed with his sword. Suddenly he said: “Send me there! Quickly!”

 

Though Xi Jue rolled his eyes, he still instantly sent him there.

 

But that gap looked like it could only let one person through. Xi Jue directly activated ‘Wheresoever I Roam’ to go through. But the slowly closing gap in midway seemed deliberate—violently isolating the two, instantly swallowing Yan Ling within.

 

When Xi Jue reacted, that wall of resentful energy had completely merged.

 

“Yan Ling?!”

 

Yan Ling.

 

Dizzying spinning—Yan Ling stumbled forward. His internal organs felt compressed. Covering his lips, he nearly vomited.

 

Strangely, his ears that had been noisy and clamorous suddenly seemed isolated by a barrier. So quiet he could only hear his own breathing and heartbeat.

 

Yan Ling looked up confused, discovering the surroundings were completely snow-white. He seemed to have mistakenly entered an unfamiliar small world. Looking around everywhere, he couldn’t see the end at all.

 

Yan Ling climbed up with difficulty, trying to walk a few steps. The sound of footsteps crisply echoed in his ears.

 

This was the first time since Yan Ling awakened ‘Idle Listening to Sounds’ that he felt the world so quiet.

 

He looked blankly at the surroundings. After reacting for a while, he realized he should have entered that mass of resentful energy.

 

But the surroundings were empty—no one there.

 

Yan Ling raised his hand to cover his ear, touching a trace of blood on his earlobe. He frowned and carelessly wiped it. Just about to walk forward again, an icy hand suddenly slowly rested on his shoulder.

 

His back was like an ice wall approaching—shocking Yan Ling into a full-body shudder. He turned around stunned.

 

A face full of youthful innocence stood quietly behind him, smiling at him—if Sheng Jiao were here, he could recognize at a glance this person was the youth in Shen Tianshe who made Sheng Jiao judge right from wrong.

 

He didn’t look at all like a fierce ghost, but rather like a youth innocent of worldly affairs. Looking at Yan Ling with a smile, he said: “Am I guilty?”

 

Yan Ling’s brows furrowed tightly. Honestly answering: “I don’t know.”

 

“Is stopping killing with killing correct?”

 

“Don’t know.”

 

“Good child.” The youth extended his hand to touch Yan Ling’s cheek, saying gently: “May you not need to know this answer in this lifetime.”

 

Though Yan Ling was treated as a child by Zhuxing House people, he couldn’t stand a stranger… a stranger ghost looking at him with such pitying eyes. His small face cold, he slapped away his hand, retreating half a step. He said indifferently: “You want to kill us?”

 

“Of course not.” The youth smiled. “What I want is Tianyan xiangwen.”

 

Yan Ling: “What?”

 

The youth’s eyes suddenly turned golden. Floating over again, he circled around Yan Ling once, saying flatly: “Tianyan is depleted. You three are probably the last Spirit-grade xiangwen in the Thirteen States. Tianyan needs sacrifice to make the Tianyan earth veins flourish with life again.”

 

Yan Ling didn’t quite understand, but instinctively felt the two words “sacrifice” revealed a kind of malice from Tianyan.

 

“…But no rush. Young birds don’t sing; unripe fruit hasn’t ripened.”

 

The youth’s golden spiritual power suddenly dissipated. The resentful energy on his body surged again. That quiet, handsome face was also gradually replaced by ferocity. The eerie quiet around them was abruptly broken. Countless clamorous sounds howled into Yan Ling’s ears, forcing fresh blood to flow from his ears again.

 

Yan Ling covered his ears, struggling to retreat half a step. His eyes unfocused for an instant but quickly regained rationality.

 

The youth had transformed back into a fierce ghost with bared fangs and brandished claws, letting out an earth-shaking roar as he lunged chillingly at Yan Ling.

 

Just as that giant palm was about to slap down, the surrounding resentful energy suddenly froze for an instant, then abruptly burst into scorching flames that rolled and burned.

 

That was the poison Lezheng Jiu gave Yan Ling.

 

Yan Ling was very clever—he didn’t directly apply it on the fierce ghost. Instead, when he first came in, he sprinkled it on himself. Through the earlier contact, it silently transferred onto the fierce ghost.

 

Now the poison finally took effect, transforming into flames the fierce ghost feared, burning blazingly.

 

Yan Ling took the opportunity to run out. But after just two steps, black ropes condensed from black fog flew over, directly wrapping around his waist and yanking him into the air.

 

The fierce ghost let out a heart-rending roar: “You dare?!”

 

Yan Ling didn’t know what fear was, still provoking: “Didn’t you just call me a good child?”

 

The fierce ghost: “…”

 

The shrill roar made Yan Ling swing around in the air. Just as the fierce ghost was about to fling him away, a figure instantly appeared, catching Yan Ling flying in mid-air in one motion.

 

Yan Ling looked over in surprise.

 

Xi Jue’s roar was even fiercer than the fierce ghost’s: “Don’t you want to live?!”

 

Yan Ling’s ear was severely injured—he couldn’t hear what he was saying at all. Carefully discerning his lip movements, barely knowing he was cursing, he could only shout loudly: “I didn’t! I know what I’m doing!”

 

Xi Jue: “You know shit!”

 

Forcing Young Master Xi to spout profanity.

 

Xi Jue, holding Yan Ling, immediately tried to activate ‘Wheresoever I Roam.’ But the fierce ghost’s black ropes arrived in a flash, directly binding the two together in entanglement.

 

Those black ropes’ resentful energy seemed formed from Tianyan. Once bound, Xi Jue’s ‘Wheresoever I Roam’ actually couldn’t activate.

 

Xi Jue froze, roaring at Yan Ling: “This is all your fault!”

 

Yan Ling: “What?! I can’t hear!”

 

Xi Jue: “…”

 

Might as well die together.

 

The fierce ghost’s face was ferocious, determined to crush them both together.

 

Just as Xi Jue struggled desperately, a crackling lightning pattern suddenly appeared, shattering an opening in the tightly sealed resentful energy around them. Sunlight silently poured in.

 

Xi Jue turned back to look—his face immediately turned green.

 

Yan Ling was overjoyed instead. Legs dangling in the air, he kicked while cheering: “Sheng Jiao! You’re okay?!”

 

One hundred and seven Tianyan Pearls floated around Sheng Jiao, continuously emitting crackling lightning patterns. The temperature carried by the lightning was even more scorching than the poison fire—in an instant making the fierce ghost shriek sharply.

 

Sheng Jiao in blood-stained white clothes slowly walked over. Behind him was the blinding morning sun. With no time to exchange pleasantries with Yan Ling, he gripped Liu Changxing’s sword and directly cleaved down at the fierce ghost with spiritual power carrying the Tianyan Pearl’s lightning.

 

The fierce ghost couldn’t be exposed to sunlight. After the resentful energy was shattered by lightning patterns, it rapidly condensed again trying to block the blinding morning sun, simultaneously unable to attend to other matters.

 

Xi Jue and Yan Ling fell from the air in a sorry state. Sheng Jiao flung the two behind him in one motion. The long sword emitted crackling thunder sounds—actually summoning a small heavenly thunder with a boom, crashing directly onto the fierce ghost’s brow with crackling sounds.

 

Boom—!

 

Everyone present was startled by this sudden thunder.

 

Even Sheng Jiao hadn’t expected he could actually summon heavenly thunder. But to avoid frightening others, he could only barely maintain a composed expression, creating an air of “Yes, this heavenly thunder was summoned by me, nothing worth mentioning” calm demeanor.

 

The others were dumbstruck.

 

Yan Ling, seeing the fierce ghost about to scatter soul and spirit, immediately got up and lunged toward Sheng Jiao.

 

But the fierce ghost hadn’t completely dissipated yet. Using his last trace of strength, he condensed an ice arrow carrying frigid coldness, shooting straight toward Yan Ling.

 

None of the people present reacted in time. Only Headmaster Liu, who’d been hidden in the shadows with an illusion technique all along, impatiently clicked his tongue.

 

Just as he was about to act, he saw the fierce ghost as if stabbed by someone’s sword, suddenly screaming as his soul scattered—even that ice arrow transformed into a wisp of smoke.

 

Yan Ling looked in shock at the ice arrow about to pierce his brow transforming into a wisp of smoke, curling and slowly brushing across his forehead.

 

In the void, that fierce ghost youth’s voice seemed to sound again, accompanying this touch like a gentle caress.

 

“If you were me, you would also choose to stop killing with killing, repay resentment with resentment.”

 

“…May you not need to know this answer in this lifetime.”

 

After that, the white fog silently dissipated.

 

The morning sun finally poured over the ruins all around.

 

Everyone looked at each other.

 

Yan Ling covered his brow for a long while before looking with the others toward where the fierce ghost had just disappeared.

 

Fu Man stood there holding Yan Ling’s small wooden sword. Enjoying everyone’s attention for the first time, he was startled: “Huh? What, weren’t we supposed to kill him? Did I do it wrong?”

 

Everyone: “…”

 

Headmaster Liu: “…”

 

No one saw how Fu Man got there. Even the fierce ghost didn’t notice—he was stabbed by a peach wood sword until his soul scattered.

 

Silence all around—for a moment they didn’t know how to answer.

 

But the greatest contributor to this matter was Sheng Jiao who summoned heavenly thunder. Several people hurried to surround Sheng Jiao, feeling this person’s entire body wrote two large characters.

 

—Reliable.

 

So reliable.

 

Because Sheng Jiao came from a small clan, he always felt he couldn’t fit in among these young masters from great clans. This was the first time he’d been watched by others with admiring eyes—for a moment he couldn’t quite adapt.

 

Yan Ling looked at him with eyes about to glow too.

 

Sheng Jiao smiled faintly. Finally unable to hold on, a trickle of fresh blood flowed from the corner of his lips. He fell straight forward.

 

And fainted.

 

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