Shocked! The Young Master's Petite Darling Is a Master of Mysteries-Chapter 242: The Trap Within a Trap

Xia Mian lightly curved her lips upwards, even though she didn’t want to face this worst-case scenario, she had no choice but to prepare for it.

These Divine Clan guards were very likely already controlled by the Soul-devouring Clan, and everything they displayed now was all an illusion!

Xia Mian slightly tilted her head, exchanging a glance with Lu Zechuan.

If they were from the Soul-devouring Clan, then the Soul-devourers occupying the Divine Clan bodies now were much stronger than the ones she encountered before. At the very least, they’ve hidden within the Divine Clan members without outsiders noticing any flaws.

"Young Miss, who is this person? What is he saying?" The Great Elder was utterly confused, looking at Xia Mian with deep bewilderment.

Xia Mian nonchalantly curved her lips and slowly walked in front of the Great Elder.

She slowly crouched down, gently tapping the Great Elder’s forehead with her finger.

As Xia Mian’s fingertip touched, the Great Elder’s once groggy head suddenly felt lighter, as if something had been expelled from his body.

Xia Mian slightly tilted her head back, looking above the Great Elder’s head.

Above the Great Elder’s head, a mass of black mist lingered, constantly shifting in mid-air, transforming into various terrifying shapes.

It seemed that Xia Mian’s light touch earlier had caused him harm. Although forced out of the Great Elder’s body, he couldn’t leave this place.

Like a balloon pulled by an invisible hand, floating back and forth above the Great Elder’s head.

Even more frustrating for the black mist was that after being expelled from the Great Elder’s body, he couldn’t even make a sound.

"This is..." The Great Elder was completely shocked.

When did this thing enter his body?

No wonder he always felt his head was dizzy!

It must have been this thing’s doing!

Xia Mian’s eyes narrowed into two black lines, speaking softly, "Soul-devouring Clan member."

Upon hearing Xia Mian’s words, the Great Elder’s face immediately changed.

For so many years, the Divine Clan had been unrivaled among the Mystical Sects, with no fear of any race. If they had to admit some apprehensions, the Soul-devouring Clan would definitely be on the list!

This race, damn, doesn’t play by the rules!

Always trying to absorb other people’s souls, possessing others’ bodies — truly hard to guard against!

"Then, they..." The Great Elder looked back at those Divine Clan guards.

Though the face was still the same, now the Great Elder wasn’t sure if the person inside the shell was the original.

Xia Mian slightly squinted her eyes; whether they were original could easily be tested.

Xia Mian once again raised her finger gently, pointing towards the forehead of a guard behind the Great Elder.

This time, before Xia Mian’s finger could touch the opponent’s forehead, a puff of black smoke shot out from the guard’s body...

Xia Mian laughed.

These Soul-devouring Clan guys had some skills, but just a bit.

"Damn woman!" Since this time the black mist emerged before being touched by Xia Mian, he could still speak.

He morphed into a huge skull in mid-air, its empty eye sockets staring at Xia Mian intently, and if there were light within, it could probably burn her to ashes on the spot.

Xia Mian smiled nonchalantly, "Damn? Your race is the most disgusting, the most detestable!"

As Xia Mian said this, she raised her hand and pointed at the black mist, a bright yellow flame leaping from her fingertip, directly burning the black mist.

The black mist let out a series of piercing screams, the cries were as miserable as could be.

Seeing all this, the remaining Divine Clan guards, initially frightened, immediately had a drastic change in their expressions.

Afterwards, they all stood up, no longer displaying the previous weakness and lethargy but were instead replaced by ferocity and rage.

"Damn woman!" Their faces twisted, slowly inching closer to Xia Mian.

Apparently, the souls of the Divine Clan guards were aware that their bodies were being seized and began to resist fiercely, causing the two souls within these guards’ bodies to clash, each suffering from splitting headaches and starting to scream in pain holding their heads.

The Great Elder’s face immediately changed, "Young Miss, these Soul-devourers are devouring our Divine Clan guards’ souls!"

Once these Soul-devourers completely devour the Divine Clan members’ souls, those Divine Clan members would become walking corpses!

Sun Xiao also showed a hint of fear on his face, slowly stepping back two steps, "Grand Ancestor, these people are insane!"

Xia Mian lightly curved her lips, "Scared?"

Sun Xiao immediately stiffened his neck, "No!"

Before the Grand Ancestor, he absolutely couldn’t show fear!

He had been looked down upon by his master for so many years, even being kicked out of Yukun Mountain as an Outer Disciple. If he could gain the Grand Ancestor’s favor, re-entering Yukun Mountain wasn’t impossible!

"Not scared? Then go beat them up!" Xia Mian’s lips slightly curled, "Weren’t you confident when dealing with me?"

Sun Xiao looked embarrassed, "Grand Ancestor, that was me failing to recognize my own people..."

Fearing that Xia Mian would bring up old accounts, Sun Xiao hurriedly stepped forward, positioned himself firmly with legs apart, and started to use his magic.

The magic of Yukun Mountain followed a style of grand and sweeping movements, but Sun Xiao had only learned the basics, so his magic appeared somewhat unsophisticated.

Nevertheless, it was enough to deal with these Soul-devourers, as long as he faced just one or two.

But against a group, he would struggle.

"Young Miss, you must save them!" The Great Elder was anxious, these were all elite Divine Clan members, if they were lost like this on a mission with him, how would he face the Divine Master afterward?

Xia Mian’s eyes narrowed, cold light gleaming beneath them.

Some of these Divine Clan guards were very familiar to her, she had seen them before when Xia Liang was teaching her and Lu Zechuan the magic to leave the Divine Clan.

They were enthusiastic, kind-hearted, and not fit to become mere shells for a disgusting race like the Soul-devouring Clan!

"Don’t worry, they’ll be fine." Xia Mian slightly pressed her lips, glancing up at Lu Zechuan.

"The Wood Clan has a magical technique that can separate a person’s soul from their body," Lu Zechuan said gently, "I only heard Ling Fei mention it while at the Inch."

"We can give it a try," Xia Mian looked deeply at Lu Zechuan. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

The man before her was the Young Master of the Wood Clan, the chosen one, yet he always followed her silently, willing to play a background role.

It really was a waste of a valuable resource.

Encouraged, Lu Zechuan turned to face the Soul-devouring Clan members baring their fangs and claws, charging toward them.

With a gentle tap of his long fingers on the ground, the wet moss instantly peeled off from the ground, spontaneously forming a soft long whip.

Spiritual energy emanated from the whip, full of dangerous aura.

"Go!" With a flick of Lu Zechuan’s finger, the whip began to indiscriminately attack the approaching Soul-devouring Clan members.