Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!-Chapter 254 - 169: Uninvited Guest (Second Update)
Chapter 254: Chapter 169: Uninvited Guest (Second Update)
Han Ruyan was supported by her mother at the door of Han Mansion, where her mother fed her a mouthful of “riding sedan rice,” signifying not to forget the grace of being raised.
“All right, prepare to get on the flower sedan chair,” she said.
Han Jinghuan gently twisted his mustache and waved his hand to signal.
The flower sedan chair arrived at the front, and Xie Wenyi stepped forward, about to take Han Ruyan’s hand to lead her onto the sedan chair.
“The auspicious time has come.”
But just at that moment, a laugh suddenly echoed in everyone’s ears.
This voice arose not only at the entrance of Han Mansion but was also heard by all the citizens of East Victory City.
Yu Wenjing, Xiao Guanglian, Mo Shiyao, and other Righteous Disciples’ faces changed dramatically.
“Who is speaking?”
Han Jinghuan looked around, unable to find the source of the sound, only noticing that the sky in the distance had darkened layer by layer.
Black mist enveloped the sky dome, like a massive black bowl, covering East Victory City underneath.
“Eh!”
Su Jie frowned and, with one hand pulling Ning Xinyue and the other hand pulling Xiao Fengyuan, silently retreated behind Yu Wenjing and the others.
Xie Wenyi took two steps back. Seeing the black mist in the sky dome, he seemed to realize something, and his face turned several shades paler.
Next to him, an elder with white hair and beard appeared, whispering, “Prince, quick, follow me, those evil people from Heavenly Soul Sect.”
“Haha, on such a joyous day, how could we miss it? The Heavenly Soul Sect comes to offer a wedding gift as well. I am Zou Minzun, presenting a wedding dress.”
“I am Gongyang Ji, presenting a phoenix crown.”
“Zhong Shiguan, presenting a pair of embroidered shoes.”
Above the clouds of the sky dome, three figures appeared, floating in the heavens, with sinister gazes sweeping around, finally fixing their eyes on Han Ruyan.
“Elder Gongyang, let the children in; everyone can hardly wait to dine. The Ghost Bride needs enough Blood Sacrifice,” one of the elders with a cold demeanor and clearly the highest status said sternly. He was Zou Minzun, a senior elder of the Heavenly Soul Sect.
“Elder Zou, as you say, I will control the Heavenly Soul Formation well,” replied Elder Gongyang Ji, dressed in a black robe and of short stature.
“Elder Zhong, if you dare to act rashly again, don’t blame me for flaying your skin first,” Zou Minzun added, his gaze turning toward the last elder with disgust and murderous intent.
“Rest assured, Elder Zou, not a single person will escape from East Victory City,” said the elder, trembling and with a hint of fear in his eyes.
Under their command, black mist spread throughout East Victory City, enveloping the entire city.
Various ghostly creatures appeared with the mist, killing anyone they encountered, shrouding the entire city in bloodshed and slaughter.
Su Jie watched the mist spreading, and he also saw the many ghosts.
There were Fierce Ghosts, grim and terrifying, with hunched figures; with every step, they coughed violently.
Once any of the nearby citizens came within fifty meters of one, they would start coughing violently, coughing up their own heart, liver, and lungs, dying a pitiful death.
“My skin, my skin, I need a new skin,” chanted one.
Some ghosts have gigantic forms, their bodies covered with burnt flesh; their eyes flickered with blood-red ferocity, as they repeatedly uttered this phrase.
And as for the common folk, it caught by this ghost, their skin would be violently stripped away and stuck onto the charred flesh of the ghost itself. With each person killed, it was like putting on a tattered, ragged garment, each patch made of human skin.
There were ghosts whose bodies were the size of wheels, with faces set in the middle, emitting crazy, piercing screeches. As they rolled thunderously over, they left a trail of crushed human remains behind.
In a short amount of time, East Victory City was filled with dead bodies everywhere. All the common folk who had been slaughtered left behind grudges that refused to disperse, slowly drifting into the black fog and gathering above the Han Mansion.
“This is a demon, a demon has appeared.”
Startled, Han Jinghuan kept backing away, paralyzed by the scene.
Han Ruyan’s body trembled. She understood that these Demon Cultivators from the Heavenly Soul Sect had come for her too.
Her Heavenly Spinning Jade Light Body had actually attracted several members of the Secret Realm from the Heavenly Soul Sect.
High above in the sky, an Elder from the Heavenly Soul Sect descended, the short statured Gongyang Ji looked past Han Ruyan and locked his gaze on Xie Wenyi, “Nanjing King of Jingzhou, you meddled with the eradication of our Heavenly Soul Sect. We have been looking for you for a long time; don’t be so eager to leave!”
Color drained from Xie Wenyi’s face, and he shouted loudly, “Heavenly Soul Sect, you sinners, if you dare lay a hand on me, the entire Da Li Dynasty will have no place for you.”
“Heeheehee! Well said! We of the Heavenly Soul Sect have long lost any refuge, and isn’t it all thanks to you? What fear could a bunch of lost souls and wandering ghosts have of being hunted? Today, I, Gongyang Ji, will kill you as the first sacrifice!”
With a light wave of his hand, a rotten corpse, reeking of decay, appeared behind Gongyang Ji.
The rotting corpse possessed some sort of special ability, and just by appearing, Xie Wenyi’s entire body began to decompose, his skin blistering with abscesses as he screamed in terror.
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Xie Wenyi’s jade pendant at his waist lit up with a fluorescent light; if not for this Defensive Magical Artifact, Xie Wenyi would have been killed instantly.
Xie Wenyi let out a wretched scream. The elderly Secret Realm cultivator, Tang Lie, stepped in front of him. His Spiritual Energy surged skyward, shielding Xie Wenyi behind him.
“Kill him, Elder Tang, quickly kill him for me.”
Xie Wenyi’s eyes were full of hatred, as he gazed at his severely decayed skin and shakily pointed at the emaciated Gongyang Ji.
Tang Lie stood before Gongyang Ji, his expression serious and grave.
As for the other Armored Soldiers brought by Xie Wenyi, they were now shrouded in black fog, locked in combat with a multitude of ghosts, barely able to protect themselves.
In the sky, two other Elders were also slowly descending, one of whom was a figure that Su Jie found somewhat familiar.
It was the Painting Woman, except now, the voice that came out was male; clearly, Zhong Shiguan’s Divine Soul had taken refuge in this Fierce Ghost’s body, clinging to life desperately.
Dragging Ning Xinyue and Xiao Fengyuan with him, Su Jie quickly took cover inside the Han Mansion.
“We must kill all these Righteous Disciples to avoid further chaos.”
Zhong Shiguan’s eyes held deep hatred as his gaze swept wildly across the crowd. However, the Ghost Ridge Palace Demon Cultivator Disciple he loathed most was nowhere to be seen.
“It’s you.”
At first glance, Mo Shiyao recognized the Painting Woman. Hearing Zhong Shiguan’s voice, as if understanding something, she shouted, “You actually dare to show up again, forsaking even your physical body just to trap me. With such power, you shouldn’t talk so big about killing all of us.”
Zhong Shiguan appeared momentarily stunned, looking at Mo Shiyao with confusion. What nonsensical things was this woman talking about?
“So you are that worthless Elder!”
Qi Shijian stepped forward, eager to impress Mo Shiyao. A giant toad came forth from his sleeve, opening its mouth to swallow Zhong Shiguan whole.
“Another one from Ghost Ridge Palace, seeking death.”
Enraged, Zhong Shiguan eerily appeared before Qi Shijian, and a pair of pale, ghostly hands reached out, causing Qi Shijian’s entire body to jolt. A chunk of flesh from his neck seemed to have been erased from existence, its edges crystalized as if mirrored. Had he stayed a moment longer, his whole body might have been wiped from the air.
