But guarding the entrance to Old He’s house were the most elite disciples of the Liao Ghost sect.
"Jingtang, let the others outside tangle with the Liao Ghosts. You and I will enter the house and kill Old He."
Luo Yunzhou and Luo Jingtang, the pair of brothers, flung human skin towards Old He’s roof.
Two figures appeared on the rooftop, stomping down and crushing the green tiles into a crater as they leapt into the house.
...
When Zhou Xuan and Lv Kunming arrived at Old He’s house entrance,
the four disciples of Wuzuo had already slain half of the Liao Ghosts at the door.
The remaining seven Liao Ghosts were barely holding on.
"Fifth Brother, in front of Old He’s house, beneath the locust tree."
From about ten ters away, Zhou Xuan reported the coordinates to Lv Mingkun, then removed the "Bi Fang" mask from his waist, donned it on his face, and struck the gavel.
The Wuzuo disciple Han Sitang, who was standing in front of Old He’s house, suddenly froze.
Lv Mingkun thrust forward, his Bamboo Leaf Blade shooting straight into Han Sitang’s neck.
"Pfft!"
Han Sitang, consud by murderous intent, was just about to drive his blade into the chest of a fallen Liao Ghost disciple. Yet he suddenly realized—the Liao Ghost disciple on the ground had vanished.
The next second, a tingling sensation spread from his neck. He looked down to check but saw nothing. Reaching up to feel, his fingers t the tip of a blade protruding an inch from his neck.
"Bang!"
His body collapsed with a thud.
"Return!"
Lv Mingkun gestured towards Han Sitang’s corpse, and with a summon, the Bamboo Leaf Blade flew back into his hand.
"Under Old He’s signboard."
Zhou Xuan reported another coordinate and struck the gavel again.
Dream Generation—
Standing under the signboard, Wuzuo disciple Liu Luoyu heard the sound of the gavel. His body froze, and then, just like Han Sitang, his neck was pierced. He collapsed onto the ground, transford into a cold corpse.
"Are the Liao Ghosts sending reinforcents?"
"Are we sending reinforcents?"
Not only were the Wuzuo disciples dumbfounded, but even the disciples of the Liao Ghost sect were confused.
The remaining two Wuzuo disciples were Liu Gui, equipped with Five Incenses, and Wan Changbo, ranked fourth among five.
"It’s a storyteller!"
Liu Gui was the first to respond.
Zhou Xuan had no ti to exchange pleasantries. He struck the gavel, causing Liu Gui’s body to sway briefly, though his gaze remained sharp and lucid.
"He’s Five Incenses."
Zhou Xuan realized Liu Gui’s dream was not enveloped, imdiately took off the Bi Fang mask, and revealed the "Nuoshen’s Hand" tattoo, completing the final stroke with Bone Teeth.
Imdiately,
a frenzied divinity glinted in his eyes.
"Tap!"
Zhou Xuan donned the Bi Fang mask again and struck the gavel once more.
Now Liu Gui entered the dream, his eyes losing clarity.
"So this storyteller can actually pull into a dream—his abilities aren’t bad."
Even after falling into the dream, Liu Gui remained aware he was dreaming and had thods for breaking free.
Chanting a spell, purple corpse-spots materialized on his body, his eyes devoid of pupils, replaced by whiteness akin to a dead man’s.
"Xiao Zhou, he’s using the Corpse Transformation Technique—the fifth-tier thod of Wuzuo. He’s beco a corpse, a dead object that no longer resonates with your Perception. Your Dream Generation won’t control him."
Yun Ziliang, watching the commotion from the alley, sipped tea while advising Zhou Xuan.
Upon hearing his thod exposed, Liu Gui turned towards the voice and saw an old man clutching a teapot.
"Kill this storyteller first, then I’ll kill you."
Liu Gui marked Zhou Xuan as his primary target.
He gleaned that the critical powers aiding the Liao Ghosts were a Wuzuo disciple and a storyteller.
The Wuzuo disciple’s incense seed stronger, yet the true threat lay with the storyteller.
The storyteller’s Dream Generation rendered Wuzuo disciples sitting ducks, paralyzed without resistance, enabling Lv Mingkun to harvest lives with reckless abandon, instantly taking down Liu Luoyu and Han Sitang.
Eliminating the storyteller would resolve this battle.
And he had a solution for dealing with storytellers.
Using Corpse Transformation Technique, he gathered all his Perception into his body, isolating it from resonation with the sound of the gavel.
With this technique,
Liu Gui had already slain four storytellers.
The fifth would soon follow.
While he envisioned his flawless plan, an imnse wave of Perception surged into his body from nowhere.
The Perception, like a tidal wave, overwheld him; he couldn’t expel it, forced to endure its violent intrusion.
"You want to beco a corpse? Since you enjoy turning into a dead thing so much, let fulfill your wish."
Zhou Xuan struck the gavel once more.
"Tap!"
This sound echoed endlessly in Liu Gui’s mind, a deafening resonance that shook his very being.
"Impossible! My Corpse Transformation Technique is deployed—how is Dream Generation still happening?"
"As long as you’re still alive, I can find your Perception. With Perception, I can generate dreams."
This was the storyteller’s eighth-tier technique—Dream into Dream.
A thod entirely distinct from "Dream Generation."
By leveraging his unparalleled Perception, Zhou Xuan forcefully infiltrated Liu Gui’s body, corrupting his consciousness via Perception to trigger the dream.
Through Divination, he amplified his incense to Four Incenses.
A storyteller with Four Incenses could barely contain a Five Incenses opponent in a dream.
Accompanied by the gavel’s reverberation,
Liu Gui plunged deeper into the dream. He seed to see countless Zhou Xuans standing before him, instinctively slashing his Bamboo Leaf Blade in frenzy.
Yet from others’ perspectives, he was rely swinging at empty air, like a blinded soul in terror.
Zhou Xuan adjusted his long robe, elegantly strolling towards Liu Gui.
Wan Changbo shouted desperately, "Brother Ghost! Brother Ghost! The storyteller’s right behind you—he’s right behind you!"
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