I Have A Dual World Seal-Chapter 570: Ghost Manor’s Marriage Raid

The sound of drums and gongs reverberated through the air, vivid decorations adorning the area.

Red lanterns, curtains, candles, window decorations, and paper cuts filled the front courtyard of the manor, as if a wedding was about to take place.

The only anomaly was that the red wasn't a joyous bright hue but a dark red resembling blood, with an indistinct sense of ominous darkness lingering around.

Another noteworthy point was that although the three of them barged in on horseback, there wasn't a single human shape around in the front courtyard, not even a ghostly one.

The man surnamed Zhang, with a sharp gaze, protected his horse with Sword Qi and charged straight to the back courtyard.

"Where do these ignorant Fierce Ghosts come from, daring to act recklessly in the mortal world. Open for me!"

Sword Qi wreaked havoc, tearing a big opening in the Yin Qi enveloping the entire manor.

"The Ghost King's wedding, the living come to celebrate!"

"Evil guests enter on their own, with no return!"

"Hahaha!"

"Hehehe!"

"Cackle!"

"Gargle!"

The sounds of music and eerie laughter were everywhere, then the Yin Qi retreated, revealing the front hall of the front courtyard, its doors open, leading straight to the main courtyard.

As the three scrutinized the view, they saw pitch darkness beyond the front hall's back door.

"Playing tricks! Let's go!"

Humans and ghosts have different paths, sensitive to energies. These Ghosts have formidable Dao Practice, and ever since the three approached this forested Ghost Manor, they knew stealth was impossible.

Thus, they opted for a direct confrontation, meeting head-on, to see if the Ghosts infiltrating the mortal world from the Netherworld were stronger or if the Daoist and Sword Cultivator's coordination was superior.

The three galloped through the hall, and then...

They saw over a dozen round tables set in the main courtyard, each table laden with ten dishes of raw, bloody entrails, the stench mixed with Yin Qi overpowering their senses.

The main hall was decorated like a wedding hall, adorned in golden-red silk and flower candles.

Drums, copper gongs, suona, dongxiao, bamboo pipes, pipa, moon lute, zhongruan, yaoqin, zither, chimes played in unison, ostensibly festive music but hauntingly eerie to hear.

The main focus was...

Inside the main courtyard, there still was no one to be seen.

"What's going on?"

Even the man surnamed Zhang was a bit bewildered, his sword energy formidable, but it needed enemies to be effective, "Could it be the wedding is over and they've returned to the Netherworld?"

Ning Shusheng immediately panicked upon hearing this, "What! Has Qianqian already been captured and taken to the Netherworld?"

"No!" Rong Song stated, "The feast on the tables hasn't been touched, the wedding banquet hasn't started!"

"But where are the ghosts?" asked the man surnamed Zhang.

"The ghosts are right..."

Rong Song's face darkened, "What a powerful Mind-Bending Array, too bad you encountered me."

"Golden Palace Treasure Mirror, disperse!"

With a clear shout from Rong Song, a Spirit Treasure Mirror appeared above his head, circling in the air. Its surface emitted a golden light, illuminating a scene of transforming environments where Fierce Ghosts emerged.

"What?"

"Oh!"

"Ah!?"

Inside the main courtyard, the multitude of ghosts who were watching them with mocking eyes were astonished, unexpected that Rong Song could withstand the Ghost Manor's Mind-Bending Array.

In the next moment, with the obstruction of the Mind-Bending Array gone, possibly sensing danger, the Wooden Slip Ning Shusheng held radiated golden light, shielding him at the center, where a few shrill screams were heard.

Ning Shusheng gazed around to see a few black ghostly forms retreating from a nearby table, lurking near other tables with menacing stares directed at him.

"So many ghosts!"

In the main courtyard, over a dozen round tables were seated by fifty to sixty ghosts.

There were zombies with dark faces, corpse ghosts with disheveled hair, big-headed and sharp-toothed ghost infants, and mourning souls with drooping tongues.

Although the number of ghosts was large, their auras were not very strong, weaker ones possessing twenty to thirty years of practice, stronger ones merely sixty to seventy years, at most the level of a City Patrol Envoy from the City God Temple.

Even Ning Shusheng's Buddhist Bamboo Slip couldn't hold them back.

"Qianqian!"

Ning Shusheng turned his eyes to the main hall and saw a woman in a phoenix crown and grand robe being forcibly held by two ghosts, ready to bow with a ghost in a red groom's robe.

"Hehehe! Initially, I thought of consummating the wedding right before this Scholar, making the heavens turn while the rain falls, but didn't expect a capable Daoist to interfere."

The groom turned around, his face handsome like a young man, yet pale like snow, his pupils pure black without light, clearly not human.

Meanwhile, the bride, feeble and supported by two female ghosts, looked at Ning Shusheng with anxious eyes.

"Don't worry Qianqian! We will definitely rescue you!" Ning Shusheng shouted.

With no hesitation, Rong Song and the man surnamed Zhang immediately took action!

"Golden Palace Heart Sword, strike!"

The man surnamed Zhang leapt off his horse, his form charging forward rapidly, the sword in his hand extending four fingers, the fierce Sword Qi instantly enveloping the groom from all directions.

"Come!"

The groom waved his hand, exuding Ghost Qi, confronting the man surnamed Zhang head-on.

"Take Qianqian away, I'll…"

Before he could finish, he felt two sharp swords pierce his mind, stifling a groan, unable to finish his sentence.

If you want to catch the bandit, catch the leader first – Rong Song and the man surnamed Zhang both attacked the groom simultaneously. Once this ghost is eliminated, the other little ghosts would scatter like birds and beasts, would they not?

However, even though they were prepared, the groom's power exceeded their expectations.

His Divine Soul was stable, Ghost Qi dense, able to battle two at once and still slightly gain the upper hand.

The three fought quickly, exchanging over a dozen rounds, it was then the group of ghosts comprehended the situation.

The two female ghosts escorting the bride attempted to take her to the back hall, while the ghosts in the courtyard approached the main hall with savage, ill-intentioned gleams in their eyes.

"Young Master Ning, you're protected by texts, unafraid of common ghosts. Quickly rescue Miss Qianqian. If they retreat into the back courtyard and hide in the array, they will be hard to find!" Rong Song shouted.

At this moment, Ning Shusheng, holding the Bamboo Slip, stood firm at the front entrance of the main hall, preventing the ghosts from entering to aid.

Hearing Rong Song and seeing the two female ghosts about to lead the bride away, he became anxious but glanced at the many ghosts blocked outside by him, feeling quite conflicted.

"These little ghosts can't trouble us. You go rescue her first!" shouted the man surnamed Zhang.

Upon hearing this, Ning Shusheng made up his mind, initially charging forward a few more steps, his bamboo slip emitting radiant golden light pushing the ghosts outside several more meters back before he retreated to the back courtyard chasing the two female ghosts dragging the bride.

"Seeking death!"

The groom abruptly shifted, dodging the sword, then his Divine Soul withstood a strike from the Golden Palace with resilience, appearing beside Ning Shusheng, extending a ghostly hand to seize his Bamboo Slip.

The Bamboo Slip shone with golden light, but merely dispelled Yin Qi, unable to harm the ghost's physical form.

"Not good. Young Master Ning, retreat quickly!" Rong Song shouted, and then unleashed another Golden Palace Heart Sword to distract the groom.

Affected by this, the groom paused, the great sword poised to pierce his back, forcing him to abandon Ning Shusheng, turn to fight again.

However, as the groom impeded him like this, Ning Shusheng was thrown aside, crashing into a row of chairs, unable to hinder the two female ghosts anymore.

But when he raised his head, he saw a scholar in green suddenly appearing at the rear door.