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He knew that everything had settled down, and with the dragon energy successfully absorbed, the world's order would gradually return to normal.
He glanced at Chai Xian, who was lying unconscious on the ground, and felt a mix of emotions.
He waved his hand gently, and a soft force enveloped Chai Xian, lifting him up slowly and flying towards Chai Xian's residence.
After settling Chai Xian in, Wei Changxuan turned and left the courtyard.
His figure gradually disappeared into the distance under the sunlight, and finally, a long-awaited peace returned to this place.
Chapter 201 There's still a demon! The smell of living people!
After everything was over, Wei Changxuan and the women settled down in the courtyard again.
We're getting ready to leave tomorrow morning.
However, at night, Wei Changxuan noticed that something was amiss.
It wasn't just the appearance of the demon, but also the strange appearance of the monk Jingxin and others.
So Wei Changxuan went to Jiang Fang and said...
"I always felt that this so-called demon might not be so simple, and the appearance of Monk Jingxin made the matter even more confusing."
Miss Jiang, you are thoughtful and observant. Pay close attention to the words and actions of the people in the Chai household, especially those associated with the Demon-Slaying Assembly.
See if you can find any clues;
Miss Mu, you are skilled in medicine. If you encounter someone harmed by a demon, you might be able to find a way to break the evil spell from them.
Furthermore, everyone must be extremely careful in their actions. There are likely hidden dangers within the Chai residence; a single misstep could lead to utter destruction.
Jiang Fang and Mu Nanzhi nodded solemnly, their eyes resolute, revealing fearlessness and decisiveness:
"Don't worry, Young Master Wei, we will definitely keep an eye on it."
If there is any conspiracy, we will not let it succeed; we will uncover the truth behind it.
In the days that followed, the group searched the Chai residence thoroughly for ancient books, leaving no corner unexplored.
They searched the entire library, examining every bookshelf; they explored the secret chambers of the Chai mansion, groping their way forward in the darkness.
However, all efforts were in vain; the ancient books disappeared without a trace, like stones sinking into the sea.
Meanwhile, Monk Jingxin seemed to realize that someone was watching him, and his whereabouts became even more secretive.
He often went out alone late at night, his figure disappearing into the depths of the Chai mansion's courtyard, only to reappear later...
He reverted to his compassionate demeanor, making him seem even more unfathomable.
As the day of the Demon-Slaying Conference drew closer, the atmosphere in the Chai residence grew increasingly tense.
A sense of oppression seemed to permeate the air, making it difficult to breathe, like the calm before a storm—seemingly peaceful, but actually turbulent, making people feel uneasy.
Just when everyone was at a loss, Jiang Fang was in the servants' quarters of the Chai residence.
A garment covered in black stains was found.
The shape of the stain was very similar to the black spots on the body of someone harmed by a demon, as if it were the mark of the same evil power.
Jiang Fang's heart tightened; her intuition told her that this dress might be the key to uncovering the truth.
She cautiously approached, her fingers just about to touch the strange black stain, when hurried footsteps were already close at hand.
Jiang Fang's heart clenched. She quickly looked around and her gaze fell on the bamboo basket piled with miscellaneous items next to her.
Without thinking twice, she leaped onto the ceiling beam.
They began to conceal themselves, observing the newcomer's every move.
With a creak, it was pushed open, and two dark shadows were projected onto the ground.
Through the gaps in the bamboo strips, Jiang Fang saw the black boots of Wang Bo, the steward of the Chai family. The boots were polished to a shine.
At this moment, however, it was trembling slightly at 643.
The other person was wearing straw sandals covered in mud, which were still dripping with mud.
A muddy puddle formed on the ground—this was definitely not the attire of a servant, exuding an air of mystery and eeriness.
"Get rid of these things quickly." Uncle Wang's voice trembled as he lowered it, as if he was desperately suppressing his inner fear.
"If our aunt finds out we're secretly keeping clothes tainted with demonic energy..."
"What's there to be afraid of?" The owner of the straw sandals spoke in a hoarse voice, as if it had been worn down by time and evil.
"When the formation activates at midnight, the entire Chai residence will be..."
The man stopped abruptly, sniffing, and said warily, "It smells like a stranger."
Chapter 202 A Terrifying Rebirth Ceremony!
The night was as dark as ink, and the mountains and forests were completely silent, broken only by the occasional chirping of insects.
Jiang Fang hid in a dense bamboo forest, her body pressed tightly against the bamboo basket, her breathing barely perceptible.
Her right hand slowly reached towards her waist, her fingers gently gripping the hilt of the soft sword. Her palms were already covered in a fine layer of sweat, and the cold touch calmed her down a little.
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept in without warning, rustling the bamboo leaves.
Jiang Fang's heart tightened. Just then, a crisp "ding" rang out as two bone-piercing nails were precisely driven into the edge of the bamboo basket. The sharp sound was particularly jarring in the silence.
Almost simultaneously, Jiang Fang spun around and rose into the air, her soft sword moving like a nimble silver snake.
With a fierce momentum, it pierced straight towards the throat of the enemy hidden in the darkness, the movement was swift and decisive.
The man reacted extremely quickly; his black robe billowed with his movements, revealing half of his face covered in eerie purple patterns, which looked particularly ferocious in the moonlight.
Seeing that her first strike had missed, Jiang Fang suddenly changed her sword stance, the tip of her sword moving like a nimble butterfly, deftly flicking towards the token hanging at her opponent's waist.
Under the moonlight, the ancient and mysterious Jiuli totem on the bronze token was clearly visible, causing Jiang Fang's pupils to shrink sharply.
Upon seeing this, the man in black robes let out a chilling laugh, then with a flick of his wrist, a cloud of black poisonous mist instantly spread out.
Jiang Fang inwardly cried out in alarm and hurriedly leaped backward. In this moment of panic,
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Uncle Wang sitting slumped on the ground not far away, his face ashen, his crotch soaked, and his whole body trembling like a leaf.
"Chase!" A loud voice suddenly rang out. Wei Changxuan, holding a long sword, rushed over like a gust of wind, his sword pointing directly at the man in black robes.
The man in black robes remained calm and composed, his body twisting strangely as if he were merging into the darkness.
In the blink of an eye, it vanished from between the stone pillars of the corridor, leaving behind only a deathly silence.
Almost simultaneously, Janet rushed over, musket in hand, steam still rising from the muzzle.
Before she could react, the fan bone in Yan Lingji's hand shot out like an arrow and embedded itself more than three inches deep into the stone pillar.
With the sound of a mechanism turning, a hidden door slowly opened.
A deep, dark passageway was revealed, resembling the maw of a giant beast ready to devour its prey.
Deep within the secret passage, the dull thud of chains dragging on the ground echoed, accompanied by a low, eerie growl, as if from a wild beast.
It sent chills down one's spine. Upon seeing this, Mu Nanzhi's expression changed drastically, and the silver needles at her fingertips suddenly emitted a ghostly blue light.
His voice was tense and urgent: "It's the poison of the Mother of Miasma!"
She swallowed hard and continued,
"These black spots are not from evil magic, but from a potent Miao poison. The consequences of contact are unimaginable."
"It seems that Aunt Chai has a lot to explain."
Jing Ni's voice was as cold as ice, her sword tassel moved without wind, and she exuded a murderous aura.
Suddenly, she whirled around, throwing her short blade like a meteor. A tearing sound came from behind the pillar, like the sound of a monk's robe being ripped.
Immediately afterwards, the monk Jingxin, holding his prayer beads, slowly walked out. He had a compassionate smile on his face, but his eyes were filled with a chilling bloodlust.
Beneath the monk's robe, the same purple markings as those on the black-robed man were faintly visible.
"Amitabha." The voice of the monk Jingxin echoed in the night sky.
"Now that you have discovered the whereabouts of the Jiuli Holy Sect, why not join this humble monk to witness the grand rebirth ceremony at midnight tonight?"
As he finished speaking, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.
An unknown crisis loomed over everyone like a dark cloud...
Chapter 203 Raising Gu with Living People, Using Resentment as a Catalyst!
Deep underground, a chilling wind, carrying a nauseating stench of blood, emanated from an unknown source.
It swept in like a surging tide, instantly filling the entire secret passage.
Jingni's short blade, carrying a chilling killing intent, suddenly stopped three inches from Jingxin's throat.
In the dim firelight, the blade reflected the purple markings slowly writhing on the monk's neck—an eerie sight, as if the markings themselves possessed a life of their own.
Gradually, it formed a bewitching mandala pattern, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura.
When did the master become the guide of the Jiuli Holy Sect?
How could you, a member of the Buddhist community, do something so contrary to the teachings of the 643 scriptures?
His voice was deep and cold, echoing in the secret passage, carrying a hint of questioning and disbelief.
Ding--
A sharp sound suddenly rang out, and Mu Nanzhi's silver needle shot towards the ceiling of the secret passage like a shooting star.
Only then did everyone notice that the mermaid silk tied to the needle was faintly visible in the firelight. Looking up,
To their horror, they discovered that the area above their heads was already covered with barbed wire netting laced with Gu poison.
They were densely packed, like a net of death, as if they would fall at any moment and turn them into sieves.
(bhei) Jingxin seemed not to hear, fiddling with the prayer beads in her hand, a strange smile playing on her lips:
Do you know, Mr. Wei, that the eldest son of the Chai family, who was the only son in seven generations, drowned in his own lotus pond last year on the Double Ninth Festival?
His voice was leisurely and somewhat mysterious, as if he were telling a secret that no one knew.
Yet, at this crucial moment, an even more eerie atmosphere was added.
Yan Lingji's expression changed drastically, a cold glint flashed in her eyes, and the silk fan in her hand suddenly unfolded, its eighteen poisoned fan ribs shooting out in different directions like arrows.
A series of cracking sounds rang out, and blood-red incantations appeared on the walls of the secret passage.