Baili An, feeling the icy Sword Intent of the Emotion Slayer Sword, busily said, "Miss Jing, stop chasing. That shadow was deliberately released by to be devoured, to lead the way."
The ghostly entity that had just appeared was a Shadow Resentnt, extrely rare in the Mortal World, ferocious by nature, and thrived on consuming shadows.
Su Jing halted, the flas surrounding her extinguished as if by an invisible torrential downpour.
Yin Baishuang looked disdainfully at this impatient individual, "Does that female ghost have a grudge against you, or did she elope with your lover? You flared up so suddenly, nearly burning my skirt."
Su Jing sheathed her sword with indifference, her elegant deanor as untouched as ink on white paper, betraying no sign of the stormy fury within.
Baili An also found it strange that she suddenly made such a grand gesture, even drawing the Emotion Slayer Sword.
Su Jing caught both of their expressions. She remained silent for a long while, her crow-feather-like delicate eyelashes casting a heavy shadow as she stared down, intently picking at the embroidery stitched on her cuff.
Only when her snow-like fingertips picked out a slender silver thread from the white crane embossing did she slowly lift her head, her expression cool, "I wasn’t angry, I just found the red attire of that female ghost garish, that’s all."
She doused Yin Baishuang with a look devoid of expression.
Dressed in red, the brows of the Miss Yin quickly darkened. Interpreting Su Jing’s words as a double entendre, she let out a sneering laugh, "I am aware, Young Sect Master Su. Your spiritual power knows no bounds. What’s the point of bullying a re ghost? If you’re itching for a real fight, why not spar with ?"
The two, in their quarreling, unintentionally cast Miss Yin into the enemy’s ranks.
Just as Baili An was about to diate, fearing they might co to blows, a painful and sorrowful moan rose from underfoot.
"Ouch... Ouch..."
"It’s killing ... Who lit such naughty fire!"
Yin Baishuang’s eyebrows arched with a scoff, "What now, do all the Shadow Resentnts under the ground belong to turnips, and they’re trying to escape in droves?"
Baili An found the moaning voice sowhat familiar, his expression subtly changing, "That’s not a Shadow Resentnt—it’s a living person."
It sounded like the group of cultivators who had just been scattered and lost.
Without hesitation, Baili An summoned the Autumnwater Sword, and with a raised sword, he began digging until he discovered that the group of survivors was affixed tightly to the soil by grass vines like layers of corpses.
This genuinely startled Baili An. While it was normal that a Shadow Resentnt could ensnare one or two cultivators with its eerie thods, the simultaneous ensnarent of more than twenty cultivators by such a creature was truly astonishing.
They were not re mortals unaware of cultivation, having survived the life-and-death adversities posed by demons, most were seasoned cultivators.
After rescuing everyone, Baili An inquired how they ended up in such a state, only to receive vague responses that couldn’t clearly explain their predicant.
Yin Baishuang held nothing but contempt, "That was a Shadow Resentnt. They never harm with evil power; they consu human shadows, mastering the taste of human seven emotions and six desires, thereby controlling human weaknesses to set traps and wait for their prey. What we saw earlier was a headless Fierce Ghost. What they must have seen could have been a bewitchingly beautiful woman."
At this revelation, the cultivators’ faces turned red with sha, and they hung their heads silently, unable to utter a word.
After rescuing everyone, Baili An, using the remnants of his shadow’s energy, led the group in a certain direction.
The deeper the exploration of the underground palace, the softer the ground, covered by wild grass and blue flowers, each step felt indescribably odd.
Soft, ice-cold.
As if walking on top of decaying corpses.
As they proceeded into the depths, the blue flowers and grass grew more vigorous, swallowing their feet up to their ankles.
Traveling on, they occasionally crushed white bones underfoot, giving the place an even more ominous and gloomy atmosphere.
Within the earth veins, though it was impossible to see the outside sky, it was clear that they had been wandering this sea of flowers for a long ti, yet still didn’t see its end.
Looking back, they couldn’t even find the way they had co.
The underground palace was, if anything, far too vast.
Just as unease and terror started to swell and impatience grew amongst the group, in the distance through the dark and sea of flowers, two red lacquered pillars stood erect. Not ten ters apart, the two pillars were connected by a thick hemp rope and black talisman remains.
It resembled the Divine Pillars used in ancient sacrifices.
On those pillars, bound and unconscious, were none other than Lin Zheng and Ye Shu.
Soone imdiately turned pale with shock, "Young Marquis!"
They rushed forward to rescue them.
Lin Zheng, his head askew and a trace of blood on his lips, seed to wake from the call. He lifted his head and saw people running towards him to help, but his expression showed no joy—instead, his eyes wide with terror, he shook violently and let out a gut-wrenching scream, "Don’t co over!!!"
His scream truly startled everyone; they thought he had seen so trap or so other danger. They all began to channel their Spiritual Power to their eyes, scrutinizing the surrounding yin energy, checking for any malevolent Arrays set by ghosts.
But after a thorough examination with Spiritual Vision, they found only the sea of flowers—the flowers remained just that, devoid of any threat.
Soone puzzled, "Young Marquis, what’s wrong?"
Lin Zheng, desperate and earnest, tried to scream a warning again, but the coarse hemp rope binding him slithered like a yellow snake up his body, constricting his neck, making it hard for him to breathe, his face turning bright red.
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