While Sun Busan and Sun Busi were engaged in a heated argument, Shi Hufa had been secretly channeling his true energy, attempting to use his unique secret technique to break the seal on the golden core. However, no matter how hard he tried, and despite testing several secret methods, it was like throwing a stone into the sea—there was no response at all. This realization made his face change color, confirming that Sun Busan’s earlier words were not empty threats.
“Shi,” Mei Qing said calmly, “take a good look. The situation is entirely in my hands now. If you don’t speak, with the capabilities of the Imperial Guards, how much can we not uncover? Moreover, Yang Jin over there hates you to the bone. If you don’t speak, do you think he won’t? Once he wakes up, the first thing he’ll tell us is the location of your cult, who gathers there, and what their intentions are. At that point, what room for maneuver will you have? A wise man knows when to yield. Don’t make the same mistake twice.”
Shi Hufa was deeply moved by Mei Qing’s words. His eyes turned to Yang Jin, who was lying not far away, and suddenly, his gaze froze.
Unbeknownst to everyone, Yang Jin had already woken up, and one of his hands had reached out to grab Zhao Dayou’s ankle, who had his back turned to him.
Following Shi Hufa’s gaze, everyone was shocked. Before they could utter a word, Zhao Dayou let out a cry and fell to the ground. Before the inkstone in his hand could hit the floor, Yang Jin had already snatched it away.
Having been tricked by Sun Busan before, Yang Jin knew the power of his sonic attack. As soon as he saw the copper bowl appear, he knew something was wrong and immediately shut off his five senses. Once the sonic attack passed, he quickly played dead on the ground.
Despite this, the loud noise had nearly knocked him out. So, when Zhao Dayou came to take the inkstone, he endured the pain and didn’t move. After a brief recovery and realizing it was almost midnight, he could no longer delay and stealthily reached out to snatch the inkstone from Zhao Dayou’s hand.
With the inkstone in hand, Yang Jin didn’t hesitate. He chanted, “Gods and ghosts, heaven kills and earth destroys, command!” As he spoke, his left hand formed a seal and struck the long nail embedded in his chest.
This strike drove the nail completely into his body. Strangely, the black nail didn’t cause a single drop of blood to spill.
“The Heaven-Severing Curse!” Shi Hufa seemed terrified, pointing at Yang Jin and stammering, “You dare use this curse now? Aren’t you afraid of turning to ashes within three quarters of an hour?”
Yang Jin’s twisted face was filled with excitement as he laughed maniacally, “I never planned to live long. It’s midnight now. Once I free my father, you’ll all be buried with us!” He let out a beast-like roar of laughter.
As he laughed, his waist bent lower and lower, and his graying hair turned snow-white at a visible speed. His aged face became covered with wrinkles, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a frail old man.
Yang Jin seemed oblivious to the changes in his body. He took out several bright red talismans and pasted them onto the inkstone. He then placed the inkstone on the coffin and knelt down.
But the group heard a series of chirping sounds around them. The thousands of puppets that had been restrained by the Red Glow Bracelet had risen again. These puppets, clearly severely damaged with tattered clothes and shrunken bodies, were now even more ferocious under the influence of Yang Jin’s Heaven-Severing Curse. They multiplied instantly, splitting into eight.
The eight puppets moved like they were fighting for their lives, creating gusts of yin wind as they attacked Mei Qing and the others.
Meanwhile, Yang Jin knelt straight on the ground, his hands forming a heart-shaped seal. He chanted, “Gods and ghosts, gather the souls. Souls to the South Pole, spirits to the North Star…”
The chant was long, and before Yang Jin could finish a few lines, Shi Hufa shouted, “Stop him! He’s trying to transfer the evil spirits from the inkstone into Yang Zui’s corpse in the coffin. If he succeeds, the corpse will become an evil zombie, and we’ll all die at its hands!”
Hearing Shi Hufa’s words, Sun Busan and Sun Busi exchanged glances of doubt. But considering Yang Jin’s earlier threat to have them all buried with him and seeing his desperate actions now, they couldn’t help but believe it. They each began chanting, activating their magical tools to attack the puppets.
Having fought these puppets before, Sun Busan and Sun Busi should have had the upper hand this time. However, the puppets were now fighting like their lives depended on it. Their eight arms moved like lightning, and their nails grew long and sharp as blades, striking Sun Busan’s protective shield with metallic clangs, as hard as steel.
The two were frantic as Yang Jin’s chanting grew faster. The zombie in the coffin seemed to sense its impending freedom, emitting increasingly shrill cries that made everyone’s hair stand on end.
Seeing the situation was dire, Mei Qing stepped forward, extending his spiritual sense to lock onto the puppets’ true forms. He formed hand seals and chanted, “Yin and Yang divide, thunder arises, halt!”
The eight puppets were momentarily immobilized by Mei Qing’s Thunder Restriction Technique. But this time, the puppets only paused briefly before a tremendous force surged through the restriction, breaking Mei Qing’s spell.
Seizing the opportunity, Sun Busan let out a sharp whistle, and the copper bowl enveloped the puppet. Sun Busi struck, knocking the puppet to the ground.
At the same time, Yang Jin finished his chant and let out a final burst of maniacal laughter. He clapped his hands together, and the long nail in his chest shot out with a “thud.” A drop of green blood slowly dripped from his chest onto the inkstone.
“It’s over, it’s over…” Shi Hufa muttered, “With blood as the sacrifice, the soul transfer is complete. Once the evil zombie emerges, we’ll all be doomed.”
Hearing Shi Hufa’s words, Yang Jin’s laughter grew even more intense. He laughed and said, “Imperial Guards! Incense Sect! You despicable villains! You ruined my family. Tonight is the night I take my revenge. Let’s see how you all end up, haha…”
The people behind Mei Qing were terrified, their eyes fixed on the coffin as if Yang Zui’s corpse would jump out at any moment.
However, what happened next was beyond everyone’s expectations. The drop of green blood on the Seven-Star Inkstone didn’t cause any unusual reaction. Instead, it slowly flowed down the inclined surface of the inkstone, dripped onto the ground, and disappeared without a sound.
The coffin emitted another series of “clucking” sounds, filled with confusion and anxiety.
Yang Jin, still laughing maniacally, froze at the sight, muttering in disbelief, “How is this possible? How is this possible? Why? Why?”
Although Mei Qing and the others didn’t fully understand what had happened, they knew that something had gone wrong with the blood sacrifice and soul transfer, which was why Yang Jin was so shocked.
“Haha…” Shi Hufa laughed heartily, “Yang Jin, you should give up now. Even the heavens don’t want you to succeed. Your blood sacrifice was rejected. What soul can you transfer now?”
“Impossible!” Yang Jin trembled, on the verge of madness, and roared, “You’re lying! You’re all lying! I’ll fight you to the death!” As he spoke, he waved his arms wildly, rushed to the coffin, and grabbed the inkstone, muttering, “Impossible, you’re lying, you’re lying!”
The coffin suddenly emitted a sharp, mournful cry, like a grieving ape. Yang Jin shouted, “Father! Father!” The cries grew increasingly shrill. Yang Jin’s eyes turned red as he screamed at the inkstone, “It’s all your fault! I’ll kill you!”
With that, he raised the inkstone and was about to smash it on the ground.
But his body was now so weak that as he lifted the inkstone, his hand slipped, and the inkstone fell, hitting him on the head. Everyone saw him freeze for a moment before collapsing softly to the ground.
As Yang Jin fell, the cries from the coffin grew even more furious, almost deafening. Just as everyone stared at the coffin in shock, with a loud “bang,” the coffin shattered into pieces, and a snow-white figure leaped out.
Mei Qing and the others were startled. The figure was covered in long, white hair, its face dark, with cold, gleaming eyes. Its long arms ended in dark green nails, and it panted heavily, its neck stiffly turning as if searching for something.
When it saw Yang Jin lying on the ground, it turned its head sharply, its cold eyes glowing with a blood-red light. With a long “squeak,” it leaped straight up, as tall as a person, and lunged at Mei Qing and the others.
Seeing its ferocious approach, everyone took a step back. But Shi Hufa, who had been restrained, was now left exposed in front. The white-haired zombie pounced on him without hesitation. A piercing scream followed as the zombie’s claws, sharp as blades, tore through Shi Hufa’s chest and pulled out his still-beating heart!
Holding the bloody heart in its hand, the zombie’s iron-like face showed a cruel smile. It then opened its mouth wide and swallowed the heart whole. With another long “squeak,” it leaped again, charging at Mei Qing and the others.
“Mr. Shi,” Mei Qing said calmly, “you should see clearly now that the situation is entirely under my control. If you don’t speak, do you think the capability of the Jinyiwei won’t allow us to uncover the truth? Besides, Yang Jin over there hates you bitterly. If you don’t talk, don’t you think he won’t? I’m afraid once he wakes up, the first thing he’ll tell us will be where your cult is located, who they are, and what they are planning. At that time, what room for maneuver will you have left? A wise person knows when to yield. Don’t make the mistake of clinging to your position.”
After hearing Mei Qing’s words, Shi Hufa was deeply moved. He looked toward Yang Jin, who was lying not far away, and suddenly his eyes widened.
Unbeknownst to them, Yang Jin had already awakened at some point, and one of his hands had reached the ankle of Zhao Dayou, who was facing away from him.
Following Shi Hufa’s gaze, everyone was greatly startled. Before they could cry out, Zhao Dayou let out a cry of pain and fell down. The inkstone he was holding had not yet touched the ground when Yang Jin snatched it away.
Yang Jin had once suffered at the hands of Sun Busan and knew all too well how powerful his sound attacks were. Therefore, as soon as he saw the copper bowl appear, he realized something was wrong. He immediately shut off his five senses and, after the sound attack had passed, quickly pretended to be dead by lying flat on the ground.
While Sun Busan and Sun Busi were busy refuting each other, Shi Hufa had been secretly channeling his true essence, attempting to use his unique secret technique to break the golden core’s seal. However, no matter how hard he tried, after testing several secret methods, all efforts were like stones sinking into the sea—utterly ineffective. Only then did his expression change, realizing that Sun Busan’s earlier words were not empty threats.
“Shi,” Mei Qing said calmly, “take a good look. The situation is entirely in my hands now. If you don’t speak, with the capabilities of the Imperial Guards, how much do you think we can’t uncover? Besides, Yang Jin over there hates you to the core. If you don’t talk, do you think he won’t? Once he wakes up, the first thing he’ll tell us is the location of your cult, who gathers there, and what they aim to achieve. By then, what room for maneuver will you have? A wise man knows when to yield. Don’t keep making mistakes.”
Shi Hufa was deeply moved by Mei Qing’s words. His eyes turned to Yang Jin, who was lying not far away, and suddenly, his gaze froze.
Unbeknownst to everyone, Yang Jin had already awakened. One of his hands had reached out and grabbed Zhao Dayou’s ankle from behind.
Following Shi Hufa’s gaze, everyone was shocked. Before they could utter a word, Zhao Dayou let out a cry and fell to the ground. The inkstone in his hand hadn’t even hit the floor before Yang Jin swiftly snatched it away.
Having once fallen victim to Sun Busan’s sonic attack, Yang Jin knew full well how dangerous it was. The moment he saw the copper bowl appear, he knew trouble was coming. He immediately shut off his five senses and, once the sonic attack passed, pretended to be dead on the ground.
Despite this, the loud noise had nearly knocked him unconscious. So when Zhao Dayou approached to take the inkstone, he endured and didn’t dare move. After recovering slightly and realizing it was almost midnight, he could delay no longer. He secretly reached out and snatched the inkstone from Zhao Dayou’s hand.
With the inkstone in his grasp, Yang Jin didn’t hesitate. He chanted, “Spirits of gods and ghosts, heaven kills, earth destroys, command!” As he spoke, his left hand formed a seal, and he struck the long nail embedded in his chest.
The strike drove the dark, heavy nail completely into his body. Strangely, not a single drop of blood flowed from the wound.
“The Heaven-Severing Curse!” Shi Hufa seemed terrified, pointing at Yang Jin and stammering, “You dare use this curse now? You’ll be reduced to ashes within three moments!”
Yang Jin’s twisted face was filled with excitement as he laughed maniacally, “I never planned to live long. It’s midnight now. Once I free my father, you’ll all be buried with us!” His laughter echoed like a beast’s roar.
As he laughed, his body bent over, and his graying hair turned snow-white in a matter of seconds. His aged face became even more wrinkled, and in an instant, he transformed into a frail, elderly man.
Yang Jin seemed oblivious to the changes in his body. He took out several bright red talismans and affixed them to the inkstone. Then, he placed the inkstone on the coffin and knelt down.
But the others heard a series of chirping sounds around them. The thousands of puppets that had been restrained by the Crimson Bracelet had risen again. These puppets, though severely damaged with tattered clothes and shrunken bodies, were now even more ferocious, having been invigorated by Yang Jin’s Heaven-Severing Curse. They multiplied, instantly splitting into eight.
The eight puppets moved like they were fighting for their lives, their movements stirring up a chilling wind as they attacked Mei Qing and the others.
Meanwhile, Yang Jin knelt straight on the ground, his hands forming a heart-shaped seal. He chanted, “Spirits of gods and ghosts, gather the souls. The soul points to the South Pole, the spirit moves to the North Star…”
The incantation was long, and Yang Jin had only recited a few lines when Shi Hufa shouted, “Stop him! He’s trying to transfer the evil spirit from the inkstone into Yang Zui’s corpse in the coffin. If he succeeds, the corpse will become an evil zombie, and we’ll all die at its hands!”
Hearing Shi Hufa’s words, Sun Busan and Sun Busi exchanged doubtful glances. But recalling Yang Jin’s earlier threat of burying them all and seeing his desperate actions now, they couldn’t help but believe it. They began chanting, activating their magical tools to attack the puppets.
Having faced these puppets before, Sun Busan and Sun Busi should have had the upper hand. But this time was different. The puppets fought with a ferocity, their eight arms moving like lightning, their nails growing long and sharp as blades. They struck Sun Busan’s protective barrier with a metallic clang, as hard as steel.
The two brothers grew anxious as Yang Jin’s chanting grew faster. The zombie in the coffin seemed to sense its impending freedom, emitting increasingly shrill cries that sent shivers down everyone’s spines.
Seeing the situation was dire, Mei Qing stepped forward, extending his spiritual sense to lock onto the puppets’ true forms. He formed a seal with his hands and chanted, “Yin and Yang divide, thunder arises, halt!”
The eight puppets were momentarily immobilized by Mei Qing’s thunder-binding technique. But unlike before, the puppets only paused briefly before a tremendous force surged through the binding, shattering Mei Qing’s spell.
Seizing the opportunity, Sun Busan let out a sharp whistle, and the copper bowl rose, enveloping the puppets. Sun Busi struck, knocking one of the puppets to the ground.
At that moment, Yang Jin finished the last word of his incantation and let out a wild laugh. He clasped his hands together, and the long nail in his chest shot out with a “thud.” A drop of green blood slowly dripped from his chest onto the inkstone.
“It’s over, it’s over…” Shi Hufa muttered, “With his heart’s blood as the sacrifice, the spirit transfer is complete. Once this evil zombie emerges, we’re all doomed.”
Hearing Shi Hufa’s words, Yang Jin’s laughter grew even more maniacal. “Imperial Guards! The Incense Sect! You despicable scoundrels! You ruined my family! Tonight is the night of my revenge. I’ll see how you all end up, haha…”
The people behind Mei Qing were terrified, their eyes fixed on the coffin as if Yang Zui’s corpse would leap out at any moment.
But to everyone’s surprise, when the drop of green blood fell onto the Seven-Star Inkstone, nothing unusual happened. Instead, the blood slowly slid down the slanted surface of the inkstone, dripped onto the ground, and disappeared without a sound.
The coffin emitted more confused and anxious cries.
Yang Jin, still laughing maniacally, froze at the sight. He muttered in disbelief, “How is this possible? How? Why? Why?”
Though Mei Qing and the others didn’t fully understand what had happened, they knew something had gone wrong with the blood sacrifice and spirit transfer, leaving Yang Jin in shock.
“Haha…” Shi Hufa laughed heartily, “Yang Jin, you should give up now. Even the heavens don’t want you to succeed. Your blood sacrifice was rejected. What spirit can you transfer now?”
“Impossible!” Yang Jin trembled, on the verge of madness. “You’re lying! You’re all lying! I’ll fight you to the death!” He flailed his arms, rushed to the coffin, and grabbed the inkstone, muttering, “Impossible, you’re lying, you’re lying!”
Suddenly, a sharp, mournful cry came from the coffin, like the wail of a grieving ape. Yang Jin shouted, “Father! Father!” As the cries grew more piercing, Yang Jin’s eyes turned bloodshot. He glared at the inkstone and roared, “It’s all your fault! I’ll kill you!”
With that, he raised the inkstone and prepared to smash it on the ground.
But his body was now too weak. As he lifted the inkstone, his hand slipped, and the inkstone fell, hitting him on the head. Everyone watched as he suddenly stiffened and then collapsed to the ground.
The moment Yang Jin fell, the cries from the coffin grew even more furious, so sharp they seemed to pierce everyone’s ears. As everyone stared at the coffin in shock, there was a loud crash. The coffin shattered into pieces, and a snow-white figure leaped out.
Mei Qing and the others were stunned. The figure was covered in long, white hair, its face dark, its eyes gleaming with a cold light. Its long arms ended in sharp, dark green nails. It panted heavily, its neck stiffly turning as if searching for something.
When it saw Yang Jin lying on the ground, it turned its head sharply, its cold eyes blazing with a bloody light. With a long, shrill cry, it leaped high into the air and lunged at Mei Qing and the others.
Mei Qing and the others stepped back in fear. But Shi Hufa, who had been restrained, was now exposed in front. The white-haired zombie pounced on him without hesitation. A piercing scream followed as the zombie’s claws, sharp as blades, tore through Shi Hufa’s chest and ripped out his still-beating heart!
Holding the bloody heart in its hand, the zombie’s iron-like face twisted into a cruel smile. It opened its mouth wide and swallowed the heart whole. With another shrill cry, it leaped again, charging at Mei Qing and the others.
With the inkstone in hand, Yang Jin wasted no time. He began chanting a spell: “Gods and ghosts, emperor of heaven and earth, obliterate! Exorcise!” Saying so, he changed his left hand’s gesture and struck the long nail embedded in his chest with one palm.
This blow drove the nail deep into his body. Strangely, although the nail was black and sunk into his body, not a single drop of blood flowed.
“The Heaven’s Annihilation Curse!” Shi Hufa seemed to be frightened stiff, pointing at Yang Jin and stuttering, “You dare to use this curse now? Don’t you know it will reduce you to dust within a quarter of an hour?”
Yang Jin’s twisted face was filled with excitement. He laughed maniacally, “I never intended to live anyway. The hour of Zi has arrived. Let me rescue my father from his plight. You can all die with us!” Saying this, he let out a wild, beast-like laugh.
As he laughed, his waist kept bending down. His graying hair visibly turned snow-white in an instant, and his aged face gained even more wrinkles. In the blink of an eye, he had transformed into a frail, elderly man on the brink of death.
Yang Jin seemed unaware of the changes happening to him. In his hand, he took out several bright red talismans, pasting them one by one onto the inkstone he held. Then he turned and placed the inkstone on the coffin, kneeling down in front of it.
However, everyone suddenly heard a chirping sound nearby. The thousands of puppets originally subdued by the red halo bracelet were standing up again. It was clear that this puppet had suffered severe damage, its clothes tattered and its size significantly reduced. However, after being stimulated by Yang Jin’s final Heaven’s Annihilation Curse, its fierce and malevolent aura remained undiminished. Moreover, it transformed repeatedly, instantly splitting into eight.
These eight puppets fought as if their lives depended on it, forming a dense net. As they moved, chilling winds swept through the air, all aimed directly at the vital points of Mei Qing and the others.
Meanwhile, Yang Jin knelt straight on the ground, his hands forming the shape of the five elements cradling the heart, chanting a spell: “Gods and ghosts, emperor of heaven and earth, gather soul and spirit. Guide the soul to the southern pole, transfer the spirit to the northern star…”
This incantation was very long. Before Yang Jin had recited several lines, Shi Hufa shouted loudly, “Stop him quickly! He wants to transfer the evil spirit in the inkstone into the corpse of Yang Zui in the coffin. If he succeeds, the corpse will surely become an evil zombie, and we will all perish at its hands!”
Upon hearing Shi Hufa’s words, Sun Busan and Sun Busi couldn’t help but look doubtful. But recalling Yang Jin’s earlier words about wanting everyone to die with him, and seeing the desperate spellcasting before their eyes, they couldn’t help but believe it to some extent. They each chanted spells and activated their magical artifacts, attacking the puppets in front of them.
Since Sun Busan and Sun Bsi had fought these puppets before, they had gained more understanding of their techniques. Therefore, this time they should naturally have the upper hand. However, this time was different from before. The puppets fought as if their lives depended on it. Their eight arms moved with lightning speed, their nails growing long like sharp blades. When they struck Sun Busan’s protective charm, the sound was like metal striking metal, suggesting that their hardness was no less than that of high-quality steel.
Busan and Busi became greatly alarmed. They heard Yang Jin’s incantation speeding up, and the corpse of Yang Zui in the coffin seemed to know that liberation was imminent. It continuously emitted a “giggling” cry, each one more piercing than the last. The sound sent chills down everyone’s spines.
Seeing the situation was getting out of hand, Mei Qing quickly stepped forward, releasing her spiritual sense to remotely lock onto the puppets’ true forms. With her hands forming a seal and chanting a spell, she cried, “Yin and Yang separate and judge, thunder is born, prohibition proceeds, freeze!”
While Sun Busan and Sun Busi were engaged in a heated argument, Shi Hufa had been secretly channeling his true essence, attempting to break the golden core’s seal with his unique secret technique. However, no matter how hard he tried or how many secret methods he employed, it was like throwing a stone into the sea—there was no response. His face turned pale as he realized that Sun Busan’s earlier words were not empty threats.
“Shi,” Mei Qing said calmly, “take a good look. The situation is entirely in my hands now. If you don’t speak, with the capabilities of the Imperial Guards, how much do you think we can uncover? Moreover, Yang Jin over there despises you to the core. If you don’t talk, do you think he won’t? Once he wakes up, the first thing he’ll tell us is the location of your cult, who gathers there, and what their intentions are. By then, what room for maneuver will you have? A wise man knows when to yield. Don’t make the same mistake twice.”
Shi Hufa was deeply moved by Mei Qing’s words. His eyes fell on Yang Jin, who was lying not far away, and suddenly, his gaze froze.
Unbeknownst to everyone, Yang Jin had already awakened. One of his hands had reached out and grabbed Zhao Dayou’s ankle, who was standing with his back to him.
Following Shi Hufa’s gaze, everyone was shocked. Before they could utter a word, Zhao Dayou let out a cry and fell to the ground. The inkstone in his hand hadn’t even hit the floor before Yang Jin swiftly snatched it away.
Having once fallen victim to Sun Busan’s sonic attack, Yang Jin was well aware of its lethality. The moment he saw the copper bowl appear, he knew something was wrong. He immediately shut off his five senses and, once the sonic attack passed, pretended to be dead on the ground.
Despite this, the loud noise had nearly knocked him out. So, when Zhao Dayou approached to retrieve the inkstone, Yang Jin endured the pain and didn’t move. After a brief recovery and realizing that the hour had already reached midnight, he could delay no longer. He stealthily reached out and snatched the inkstone from Zhao Dayou’s hand.
With the inkstone in hand, Yang Jin didn’t hesitate. He chanted, “Spirits of gods and emperors, heaven kills and earth annihilates, command!” As he spoke, his left hand formed a seal, and he struck the long nail embedded in his chest.
The strike drove the dark, heavy nail completely into his body. Strangely, not a single drop of blood flowed from the wound.
“The Heaven’s End Curse!” Shi Hufa seemed petrified, pointing at Yang Jin and stammering, “You dare use this curse now? Aren’t you afraid of turning to ashes within three moments?”
Yang Jin’s twisted face was filled with excitement as he laughed maniacally, “I never planned to live long anyway. It’s midnight now. Once I free my father, you’ll all be buried with us!” He let out a beast-like roar of laughter.
As he laughed, his body began to bend uncontrollably. His graying hair turned snow-white at a visible rate, and his face aged rapidly, covered in wrinkles. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a frail, elderly man.
Yang Jin seemed oblivious to the changes in his body. He took out several small, bright red talismans and affixed them to the inkstone. He then placed the inkstone on the coffin and knelt down.
Suddenly, a series of chirping sounds filled the air. The countless puppets that had been restrained by the Red Glow Bracelet stood up once more. These puppets, though severely damaged with tattered clothes and reduced in size, were now even more ferocious under the influence of Yang Jin’s Heaven’s End Curse. They multiplied instantly, splitting into eight entities.
The eight puppets moved as if fighting for their lives, creating a chilling wind as they attacked Mei Qing and the others with deadly precision.
Meanwhile, Yang Jin knelt straight on the ground, his hands forming a heart-shaped seal. He chanted, “Spirits of gods and emperors, gather the souls. Souls to the South Pole, spirits to the North Star…”
The incantation was long, and Yang Jin had only recited a few lines when Shi Hufa shouted, “Stop him! He’s trying to transfer the evil spirit from the inkstone into Yang Zui’s corpse in the coffin. If he succeeds, the corpse will become an evil zombie, and we’ll all die at its hands!”
Hearing Shi Hufa’s words, Sun Busan and Sun Busi exchanged looks of doubt. However, recalling Yang Jin’s earlier threat of burying them all and witnessing his desperate spellcasting, they couldn’t help but believe it. They began chanting, activating their magical tools to attack the puppets.
Having fought these puppets before, Sun Busan and Sun Busi should have had the upper hand. But this time was different. The puppets fought as if their lives depended on it, their eight arms moving like lightning, their nails growing long and sharp as blades. They struck Sun Busan’s protective barrier with a metallic clang, as hard as steel.
Sun Busan and Sun Busi grew anxious as Yang Jin’s chanting grew faster. The zombie in the coffin seemed to sense its impending freedom, emitting increasingly eerie cries that sent shivers down everyone’s spines.
Seeing the situation was dire, Mei Qing stepped forward, extending his spiritual sense to lock onto the puppets’ true forms. He formed a seal with his hands and chanted, “Yin and Yang divide, thunder commands, halt!”
The eight puppets, restrained by Mei Qing’s Thunder Restraint Technique, momentarily froze. However, this time was different. The puppets only paused briefly before a tremendous force surged through the restraint, breaking Mei Qing’s spell.
Seizing the opportunity, Sun Busan let out a sharp whistle, and the copper bowl flew up, enveloping the puppets. Sun Busi struck, knocking one of the puppets to the ground.
At that moment, Yang Jin finished his incantation and let out a wild laugh. He clasped his hands together, and the long nail in his chest shot out with a “thud.” A drop of green blood slowly dripped from his chest onto the inkstone.
“It’s over, it’s over…” Shi Hufa muttered, “With the blood sacrifice, the spirit transfer is complete. Once the evil zombie emerges, we’ll all be doomed.”
Hearing Shi Hufa’s words, Yang Jin laughed even more maniacally, “Imperial Guards! Incense Sect! You despicable scoundrels! You destroyed my family, and tonight is the night I take my revenge. I’ll see how you all end up, haha…”
The people behind Mei Qing were terrified, their eyes fixed on the coffin as if Yang Zui’s corpse would leap out at any moment.
However, what happened next was beyond everyone’s expectations. The drop of green blood on the Seven Star Inkstone didn’t produce any strange phenomena. Instead, it slowly flowed down the inclined surface of the inkstone, dripping onto the ground and disappearing without a sound.
The coffin emitted a series of confused and anxious cries.
Yang Jin, still laughing maniacally, froze at the sight. He muttered in disbelief, “How is this possible? How is this possible? Why? Why?”
Although Mei Qing and the others didn’t fully understand what had happened, they knew that something had gone wrong with the blood sacrifice and spirit transfer, leaving Yang Jin in shock.
“Haha…” Shi Hufa laughed heartily, “Yang Jin, you should give up now. Even the heavens don’t want you to succeed. Your blood sacrifice was rejected. What spirit can you transfer now?”
“Impossible!” Yang Jin trembled, on the verge of madness, “You’re lying! You’re all lying! I’ll fight you to the death!” As he shouted, he flailed his arms, rushed to the coffin, and grabbed the inkstone, muttering, “Impossible, you’re lying, you’re lying!”
Suddenly, a sharp, mournful cry came from the coffin, like the wail of a grieving ape. Yang Jin shouted, “Father! Father!” The cries grew increasingly piercing. Yang Jin’s eyes turned red as he roared at the inkstone, “It’s all your fault! I’ll kill you!”
With that, he raised the inkstone and was about to smash it on the ground.
However, his body was now so weak that as he lifted the inkstone, his hand faltered, and the inkstone slipped from his grasp, hitting him on the head. Everyone watched as he suddenly stiffened and then collapsed to the ground.
As Yang Jin fell, the cries from the coffin grew even more furious, so sharp they seemed about to shatter eardrums. Just as everyone stared at the coffin in shock, there was a loud bang, and the coffin exploded into pieces. A snow-white figure leaped out of the coffin.
Mei Qing and the others were stunned. The figure was covered in long, white hair, its face dark, its eyes gleaming with a cold light. Its long arms ended in dark green nails, and it panted heavily, its neck stiffly turning as if searching for something.
When it saw Yang Jin lying on the ground, it turned its head sharply, its cold eyes blazing with a bloody light. With a long, shrill cry, it leaped up, straight as a board, and lunged at Mei Qing and the others.
Mei Qing and the others stepped back in fear. However, Shi Hufa, who had been restrained, was now exposed in front. The white-haired zombie pounced on him without hesitation. A piercing scream echoed as the zombie’s claws, sharp as blades, tore through Shi Hufa’s chest and pulled out his still-beating heart!
Holding the bloody heart in its hand, the zombie’s iron-like face twisted into a cruel smile. It opened its mouth wide and swallowed the heart whole. With another shrill cry, it leaped up again, charging at Mei Qing and the others.
Taking this opportunity, Sun Busan finally let out a sharp whistle. The copper bowl rose up, enveloping the puppets themselves. Sun Busi took advantage of the situation and struck the puppets to the ground.
At this moment, Yang Jin also finished reciting the final words. Then he let out another maniacal laugh, clapping his hands together. The long nail in his chest suddenly flew out with a “thud,” and a drop of emerald blood slowly dripped from his chest, falling directly onto the inkstone.
“It’s over… it’s over…” Shi Hufa muttered, “With heart blood as an offering, the soul is transferred and the spirit exchanged. Once this evil corpse emerges, I fear none of us will have a place to be buried.”
Hearing Shi Hufa’s words, Yang Jin’s laughter grew even louder. Laughing, he shouted, “Jinyiwei! Wenshang Sect! You despicable villains! You’ve ruined my family. Tonight is the day for me, Yang Jin, to take revenge. I want to see how you all end up, ha ha…”
Seeing this scene, the people behind Mei Qing couldn’t help but feel a chill in their hearts. Their eyes were glued to the coffin, as if expecting Yang Zui’s corpse to jump out at any moment.
However, the reality was quite unexpected. When Yang Jin’s drop of emerald blood landed on the Seven Stars Inkstone, there was no unusual phenomenon. Instead, the blood slowly flowed down the inclined surface of the inkstone, gently dripping into the dust on the ground from the side of the inkstone. There was not even a sound as it seeped into the earth and disappeared.
The “giggling” sound from the coffin sounded again, filled with confusion and anxiety.
Yang Jin, who had been laughing maniacally, saw this scene and froze in shock. Incredulously, he muttered, “How is this possible? How is this possible? This… why? Why?”
Although Mei Qing and the others were not entirely sure what had happened, they all understood in their hearts that something must have gone wrong with the blood sacrifice and soul transfer technique, which startled Yang Jin greatly.
“Haha…” Shi Hufa laughed loudly, “Little Yang Jin, you should finally give up now. Heaven itself refuses to let you succeed. Your blood sacrifice has been rejected. I wonder what soul you can transfer now!”
“It’s impossible!” Yang Jin trembled all over, almost madly roaring, “You’re lying to me! All of you are lying to me! I’ll fight you all to the death!” Saying this, he wildly swung his arms, rushed to the coffin, grabbed the inkstone, and muttered, “Impossible, you’re lying to me, you’re lying to me!”
Suddenly, a sharp wail came from the coffin, like the mournful cry of a grieving ape. Yang Jin cried out, “Father! Father!” As the wail echoed, growing sharper and sharper, Yang Jin’s eyes turned blood red. He glared at the inkstone and roared, “It’s all your fault! I’ll kill you!”
Saying this, he raised the inkstone and was about to smash it on the ground.
However, his body was already so weak that it couldn’t withstand even a breeze. As he lifted the inkstone, his hand slipped, and the inkstone suddenly flew out, hitting him right on the head. Everyone saw him suddenly freeze, then slowly collapse to the ground.
As Yang Jin fell to the ground, the wailing from the coffin suddenly became even more filled with anger. The sound was sharp and piercing, almost enough to rupture eardrums. Just as everyone was stunned and looking at the coffin, with a loud bang, the coffin suddenly shattered into pieces. The coffin boards flew apart, and a snow-white figure suddenly leaped straight out of the coffin.
Mei Qing and the others were startled. They saw that this figure was covered in long hair from head to toe, with a dark black face and eyes that glimmered with a cold light. Its long arms ended in long, dark green fingernails. It continuously breathed heavily with a “huh huh” sound, its neck stiffly turning in all directions, as if searching for something.
When it saw Yang Jin lying on the ground, it suddenly turned its head. Blood-red light burst from its cold eyes. With a long, piercing “screech,” without even bending its legs, it suddenly jumped straight up more than a person’s height and swiftly lunged toward Mei Qing and the others.
Seeing its fierce attack, Mei Qing and the others couldn’t help but take a step back. However, Shi Hufa had originally been subdued, and this sudden movement left him exposed at the front. Without hesitation, the white-haired zombie pounced directly onto Shi Hufa. A piercing scream was heard, and the zombie’s claws, sharp as blades, tore through Shi Hufa’s chest, pulling out a beating heart that was still “thudding.”
Looking at the blood-soaked heart in its hand, the zombie’s iron-dark face actually revealed a cruel smile. Then, with a wide open mouth, it swallowed the heart in one gulp. With another long, piercing “screech,” it leaped again, charging toward Mei Qing and the others.
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