Ruan Fuwan didn't expect that Ye Bailu still wanted to kill him. His first reaction was to sacrifice the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and this time he instinctively summoned all the evil spirits.
But before the evil spirit pounced on Ye Bailu, Ruan Fu hurriedly withdrew his spiritual power. At this moment, Chu Danfeng's attack had arrived, and the fierce murderous aura penetrated the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. Ruan Fu was counterattacked, and his body suddenly shook. The whole process took only a few breaths. Although Huang Changtian was a step slower, he also drew out his disciple sword. The final fatal sword was Ye Bailu's Qiuyue.
Ghost cultivators are supposed to cultivate their spiritual bodies. Ruan Fuyin's mind was unstable due to the consumption of the "Soul Control Technique" just now. When the Qiuyue Sword pierced through his body for the second time, he no longer had no reaction, but gushed out black blood.
The ghost cultivator first abandons his physical body, and then uses his spirit and soul to build a new body. The new body then merges with the spiritual body, and if one is damaged, all are damaged. Although no one knows what the "black blood" that flowed out is, it is undoubtedly a heavy blow. For a moment, the body seems to turn back into a transparent state before it can be stabilized again.
Ruan Fu pressed the wound on his chest, and saw the thick black blood flowing from between his fingers, then turned into mist and dissipated in the air.
He was like a leaky thatched house. His figure gradually faded. He knelt on one knee, raised his head and asked Ye Bailu: "Bai Lu, what do you want me to do to forgive me?"
Ye Bailu's eyes were still red and swollen, but she looked at him coldly: "I want you to pay for my child's life. But this has nothing to do with forgiveness. A mother will never forgive the murderer who killed her son."
Ruan Fu laughed miserably and sighed, "Bai Lu, you can't kill me. I have already reached the Mysterious Realm, and I can finally be with you forever. After I completed my training, I didn't even attend the ceremony of succeeding the manor owner. The first thing I did was to come back to find you."
Ye Bailu sneered: "Be with me forever? All you want is eternal life."
Ruan Fu looked at her steadily: "No, you know, I never lie to you."
“… It’s not important anymore.” Ye Bailu closed his eyes and suddenly poured in his spiritual power. The Qiuyue Sword glowed white and the tip of the sword cut through Ruan Fu’s chest, rapidly enlarging the wound.
Ruan Fu let out a scream that sounded like crying and laughing, and the next moment, his entire body disappeared out of thin air!
"The soul flew away?" Huang Changtian couldn't help but shout, "Is it that easy? Isn't he a powerful being in the Mysterious Netherworld Realm?"
But just as he finished speaking, a gust of cold wind suddenly rose up, making the broken window frames rustle, and the room was filled with the howling of ghosts, which was shrill and piercing and lingered for a long time.
Chu Danfeng thought to himself: This is too big! !
He knows the answer to this question, as that's how it's played out in the movies. After being provoked, the villain will suddenly go berserk and his fighting power skyrocket. But that ghost cultivator is originally a big shot in the Xuanming realm, and the highest of them is only at the Jindan realm. Even if they were tied together, they wouldn't be enough to fill his teeth!
Several people were blown to and fro by the strong wind. Chu Danfeng poured his spiritual power into his limbs and bones, trying to steady his body. At the same time, he instinctively grabbed Hua Tingxuan and protected him in his arms. He was used to protecting his children. No matter how talented or tall the child was, in his eyes, he was still the little kid who needed his protection.
At the same time, he was also worried about Ye Bailu, fearing that the irrational ghost cultivator would do something bad to her, but he felt the "big bean" in his arms suddenly hugged his waist.
Hua Tingxuan was almost as tall as Chu Danfeng, with long arms and legs, and could completely wrap his arms around his waist, "Little Senior Brother, don't go. It's dangerous."
"Don't be afraid, Brother is here." Chu Danfeng just agreed out of habit, and then he felt something more in the cold wind, and "paper money" was flying everywhere.
"What the hell is this? Why are they scattering paper money? Do ghost cultivators fight by scaring people?" Huang Changtian was so scared that his voice was shaking.
Chu Danfeng waved the folding fan in his hand to spread out a few pieces of "white paper" that were harder and sharper than steel, and shouted: "Don't be afraid, it's not paper money, it's the paper-making technique of Guihu Villa!"
Huang Changtian used his sword moves to try to resist, wailing: "That's even more terrifying!!!"
Paper-making is the representative magic of Guishe Villa and is well-known in the world of cultivation. Each paper figure is driven by the soul of the caster and can serve as the master's control. The stronger the soul, the more paper figures can be driven. From this room full of paper figures, one can see how profound and terrifying the cultivation level of the new owner of the villa, Ruan Fu, is.
In the deserted house filled with white paper figures, Ruan Fu's voice was pervasive, as if coming from all directions: "Bai Lu, it doesn't matter if you don't forgive me now. One day you will figure it out. Come with me."
Immediately afterwards, Ye Bailu was actually lifted up in the air by several palm-sized paper figures, and even his hands and feet were controlled by the paper figures that swarmed over him.
"Damn it, let my senior sister go!" Huang Changtian shouted and swung his sword to cut the paper figures, but the paper figures with short arms and legs were more agile than him. Even if they were lucky enough to be cut, they could flexibly dissipate the force and even make a sound of metal clashing when they collided, which seemed to make them invulnerable to swords and spears. Huang Changtian missed the attack and was instead caught, with wounds all over his body from the sharp edges of the paper.
Upon seeing this, Chu Danfeng ordered, "Xuan'er, don't move," and rushed over. He stepped on the snow-white paper, flew into the air, first used a fan of wind to drive away the paper figures that were besieging Huang Changtian, and then rushed straight towards Ye Bailu.
"Don't be afraid, senior sister. Xiaowu is here!" Chu Danfeng gathered all his true energy, and the bamboo fan began to emit a spiritual flow like a firefly. The bunch of red and green peach blossoms on the silver paper fan also seemed to be glowing with vitality, as if peach petals were falling. At this moment, in the dark, damp, and windy abandoned old house, Chu Danfeng became the only bright color.
He was wearing a folding fan, a white robe, and a silver waistband that made his thin waist and limbs look slim. The faint light from the bamboo fan in his hand illuminated half of his body, revealing his black hair and white skin. Among the paper figures in the sky, his elegant and graceful appearance was not inferior to that of a ghost cultivator. He looked like a...
"She's just like a sexy ghost." Such an inappropriate thought suddenly popped up in Hua Tingxuan's mind.
The next moment, Senior Brother "Yan Gui" had waved away the paper figures around Second Senior Sister, and Ye Bailu fell. Chu Danfeng stretched out his hand, as if to support her by the waist, but Hua Tingxuan flashed and moved to her side in an instant, holding Ye Bailu's arm first.
His movements were so fast and natural that no one noticed. They all thought that the child had followed him at some point. Hua Tingxuan did not give others time to think and shouted, "Junior Brother, paper figurines are afraid of fire!"
Ruan Fu's sneers came from all directions, one after another - he had hidden his soul in indescribable paper figures.
Chu Danfeng stopped what he was doing upon hearing this, as if he was thinking about something.
Huang Changtian saw this, gritted his teeth and covered his flesh wounds, and shouted anxiously: "It's useless! Guixu Villa's paper-making technique is invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire! Let's find a way to escape!"
Ruan Fu simply laughed out loud: "Stop daydreaming! None of you can escape."
At this point, Ye Bailu was also desperate and said, "Ruan Fu, this is a grudge between us. It has nothing to do with them. I will go with you and let them leave!"
Unexpectedly, Ruan Fu agreed readily. Although he did not show up, he said loudly: "Okay! You can leave on your own."
But Chu Danfeng suddenly said, "What if you don't leave?"
"You're not leaving?" Ruan Fu said sinisterly, "You are Bai Lu's fellow apprentices. I now know that she likes to care about insignificant people. I'm afraid of hurting her feelings again, so I don't want to hurt anyone. But that doesn't mean I can't take your lives. If you insist on being ungrateful..."
Before he finished speaking, a flame suddenly appeared from Chu Danfeng's fingertips, and the thin flame wrapped around the paper figure closest to him in the blink of an eye.
"Heh—" Ruan Fu's mocking tone suddenly changed before it even landed, "What—what kind of fire is this?!"
Huang Changtian exclaimed in excitement: "Damn it, it's really on fire!!!"
Chu Danfeng thought: This is the magic fire of the Bifang bird, it is certainly not the same as ordinary fire!
He made another effort and tried to direct the evil fire to his natal bamboo fan. He gathered all his spiritual power and fanned it towards the paper figures. With the help of his natal magic weapon, he actually fanned out a raging flame. The paper figures were quickly burnt and cried out in pain.
"The house is on fire too, let's go!"
Without Huang Changtian's reminder, the others also ran away. Only Hua Tingxuan fell behind, but was finally pulled out by Chu Danfeng. They managed to escape before the deserted house was completely turned into a sea of fire, leaving only the paper figurines in the room being burned by the karma fire.
The Bifang bird waiting at the end of the bluestone corridor let out a long cry, and when the sisters and brothers climbed onto its back, it spread its wings and took off. The group looked back at the ancient house with flickering flames behind them. They had different expressions, but they all breathed a sigh of relief.
Huang Changtian sat cross-legged on the bird's back, holding his belly in shock and said, "Xiao Wu, what kind of fire is that? Why is it so powerful? Do you think that ghost cultivator will be burned to death?"
Chu Danfeng glanced at Ye Bailu's expression and coughed.
Unfortunately, the Third Senior Brother was still in the excitement of escaping death, and didn't understand at all. He continued, "That can't be the case. Isn't he a powerful person in the Mysterious Netherworld Realm? I heard that there are many paper-cutting techniques. If we miss one, can he survive? Xiaowu, why do you keep coughing? Were you choked by the smoke?"
"…" Chu Danfeng could no longer bear it, and hit Huang Changtian hard with his fan bone, gritting his teeth and saying, "Third Brother, aren't you injured? Can you shut up and take a breath for a while?"
Seeing Chu Danfeng desperately winking at him, Huang Changtian finally realized what was happening and said awkwardly, "Even if he's not dead, he must be seriously injured. So many paper figures have been burned to ashes, which means that only one tenth of his soul remains. Don't worry, Senior Sister—"
What a nice "Don't worry, Senior Sister"! Chu Danfeng wanted to cover his face when he heard it. He sincerely hoped that Third Senior Brother would stop talking about irrelevant things.
But Hua Tingxuan, who had been silent the whole time, also spoke up, "Third Senior Brother is right. He was seriously injured. In serious cases, he may die. In minor cases, he will need to recuperate for three to five years. He will not come out to harass Senior Sister again."
Chu Danfeng was somewhat relieved to hear this, and silently signaled Huang Changtian with his eyes: "Children can comfort others, look at you again!"
Huang Changtian felt wronged and responded with a look: "We are talking about the same thing! I am just talking about something irrelevant. He is just a sweet and caring person. You treat him differently!"
Hua Tingxuan half-leaned on his junior brother in a clingy manner. Chu Danfeng and others thought that the boy's words just now were a clumsy way of comforting his senior sister, but no one noticed that he was holding a complete paper figure in his hand hidden in his sleeve.
After a moment of silence, Huang Changtian suddenly asked in surprise: "Xiaowu, what happened to your hair?"
Chu Danfeng was startled: "Ah?"
Hua Tingxuan also sat up and tucked his hair behind his ears. "It's nothing, just a strand of hair turned red."
The action was intimate and skillful, and Huang Changtian almost blurted out "Why does Junior Brother Hua act like your little wife?" Chu Danfeng didn't care. He just pulled out the hair again, held it in front of his eyes, and sighed silently.
It's not possible that every time he uses his ability to control the demonic fire, his hair will change back to the Shamatte style.
But it was just a thought and he didn't dare to complain - Ye Bailu hasn't said a word since he left the deserted house.
After all, reuniting with such a scumbag in such an intense scene would make anyone feel bad. Huang Changtian only listened to the general idea outside the window, but Chu Danfeng entered the barrier of "soul control technique" and saw every detail of their past.
He was really afraid that his second senior sister would become unhappy, so after returning to Shuangji Sect, Hua Tingxuan asked for permission to return to Jinxiu Tower and remove the censorship spell on the male brothel owner. Chu Danfeng did not intervene much, but only reminded her to "be careful and don't run around" and let her go.
On the way back to Lixu Peak, Huang Changtian and Chu Danfeng, two close junior brothers, didn't dare to breathe, for fear that one wrong word would make their senior sister sad. In the silence where one could hear a pin drop, Huang Changtian's jade disc for transmitting sound suddenly exploded.
“Third Junior Brother! Are you all okay? Why is there only... a scorched earth here!” The eldest senior brother’s voice in the jade disc was trembling. As the first disciple of Lixu Peak, Zhou Yuanshan has always been steady and self-controlled. When has he ever lost his composure like this
Chu Danfeng: “…”
Huang Changtian: “…”
Ye Bailu: “…”
Huang Changtian slapped his forehead and said with a sad face: "Oh no! I forgot to tell Senior Brother that we are out of danger!"
When Huang and Chu were trying to pass the buck to each other and ask the other to explain to the senior brother, Ye Bailu finally said the first words since escaping danger: "Let me tell you."
Seeing that the two junior brothers were stupid and didn't move, Ye Bailu fiercely snatched the jade disc, but his voice was almost gentle, with a smile on his lips, but his eyes were a little sour, "Don't worry, senior brother, the children sacrificed their lives to save me, and now they are all fine."
At the same time, Hua Tingxuan also returned to Jinxiu Tower alone. Of course, he was not thinking of removing the restriction for Qingfeng with good intentions. He trapped a trace of Ruan Fu's soul in the paper man, and prepared to let the male brothel owner testify with him to see if this ghost cultivator was a reborn person.
But there is one more thing.
So Qingfeng saw Hua Tingxuan coming back in a rage, and with the intention of ruining the place, she made a request that was not too unreasonable: "Give me a few copies of the erotic pictures you mentioned before, the ones that teach how to serve people."