Chapter 38

The originally mournful and sorrowful zither music suddenly changed tone, instantly becoming as if thousands of horses were galloping, passionate and stirring. The interludes between the long notes resembled the tremors of hooves pounding the ground, causing the sand and soil to tumble down from the hole that Lin Du’s formation had blasted open.

But no one cared.

Because two malevolent spirits had taken over two cultivators.

For these cultivators, who were at most at the level of “Qin Heart,” it was impossible to stop the possession process.

The only way was to kill.

The four not-so-normal geniuses of the Supreme Sect had undoubtedly begun to harbor murderous intentions.

The tall young man who originally had a scholarly air had already raised his sword, ready to strike, while another charming female cultivator, resembling a fairy, had transformed her whip into a long snake.

And Lin Du, who was previously looked down upon as the most talented, completely crushed the last seven intact corpses with a simple gesture, the sound of cracking bones incessantly filling the air.

She appeared relaxed, even casually clapping her hands after crushing them, and then raised her gaze towards the person still standing in the corner.

“When did you possess this body? Was it the first one to ask by Yan Qing?”

It was indeed Yan Qing. Yan Qing’s strike was not as fierce as Ni Jin Xuan’s soul-destroying whip. Though the sword aura was intense enough to intimidate malevolent spirits, Jin Xuan’s whip might have only hit slightly, causing the spirit to evade.

Their cultivation levels could only sense the approximate location of the spirits.

Yuan Ye was sitting amidst a pile of white bones, wholly immersed in his music, his facial muscles tensing with the rhythm. The two strings being played with his bow were particularly moving.

No one understands the impact of spiritual attacks better than a musician.

But the premise is, don’t hurt indiscriminately.

The people originally in front of Yuan Ye had silently dispersed, not wanting to be harmed.

Lin Du, enduring the agitation of her spirit, said, “Come out, don’t make me say it a second time.”

The person sneered and drew a spiritual sword. “You want me to come out? Why should I? This body is mine now, so what? If you have the capability, kill me.”

Lin Du responded, “Did you all hear that? He’s asking for it.”

“Friend Lin, wait!” Someone panicked, “This person is a direct disciple of the Gui Yuan Sect, one of the three major sects. We absolutely cannot kill him!”

“Is it so easy for a direct disciple of the Gui Yuan Sect to be possessed?” Lin Du took another step forward. “That’s really pitiful.”

“Friend Lin!”

Lin Du gently hummed and took another step forward, as the spiritual sword came straight for her face.

“If Friend Lin kills him, it’s likely to cause trouble!”

“Do you have a better idea? Do you know if his original soul has already been devoured by this old thing?”

Lin Du disliked trouble, but she disliked threats even more.

The Gui Yuan Sect disciples who had previously obstructed drew their spiritual swords, intercepting the attack aimed at Lin Du. They shouted urgently, “Senior Brother Wu Xi, I know you’re still here. Wake up!”

Lin Du’s hand, holding the Floating Life Fan, paused, and her pupils trembled.

Wu Xi?

Isn’t he the somewhat eccentric person in the summer’s story?

How old is he now? Still playing with a bunch of kids?

[Yes, the story of Summer and Wu Xi originally involves a cold, socially anxious second sister × a younger direct and straightforward little wolf dog.]

Lin Du: … So, this thing can’t die, right?

[It can’t die.]

Lin Du didn’t miss the system’s words and, without waiting for her to ponder the deeper meaning, Wu Xi had already pushed aside his blocking fellow disciple and was heading straight for Lin Du.

This person was at the peak of the Qin Heart realm, just a step away from breaking through to the Golden Core stage, so he came to this secret realm to explore and seek opportunities.

Lin Du’s cultivation was one level lower than his.

She frowned. Since he couldn’t die right now, she might as well give him a thorough beating.

As the spiritual sword approached, Lin Du raised her hand to block the cold, sharp tip with her fan. Then she smoothly opened the folding fan, “If you won’t come out, then I’ll beat this person to death, and we’ll see if you’ll come out to switch to a new body.”

Her tone was calm and emotionless, like a snowstorm.

The Floating Life Fan opened, and frost slowly crept up the sword tip, onto the person’s fingertips and wrist, and then at an almost terrifying speed, it froze his entire body.

The possessed Wu Xi initially tried to use spiritual power to resist the frost, but it was in vain. The chilling air penetrated his pores, causing his muscles and meridians to stiffen.

The man’s neck and forehead veins bulged from the strain, but his muscles could not move, and a thin layer of icy mist covered his vision.

Unprecedented fear swept through his entire spirit, and the original soul within the body began to counterattack at the right moment.

His body could not move, and his soul was tearing and fighting.

The man’s throat made a hoarse sound, incredibly hoarse, as if a spirit was crawling out from beneath accumulated ash. “This is…”

The answer came in the form of a punch to his face.

No matter how perfect one’s Qin Heart realm was, as Yan Ye said, no one could withstand her punch under the clouds. So no one could withstand it.

Lin Du aimed for the face.

“Will you come out?”

Lin Du retracted her fist, grabbed the person’s throat, and slowly applied pressure. The pale back of her hand revealed thin skin, protruding blue veins. Despite the ghastly appearance, it looked almost like a piece of art.

The melody of the Xi Qin grew increasingly intense. Ni Jin Xuan stood beside her with her whip, “Come out quickly! If you have the ability to snatch men, then come out and fight me!”

Lin Du’s eyelids twitched, and the corner of her mouth curled. She barely managed to hold back a laugh.

The disciples of the Gui Yuan Sect were anxiously pacing, but no one dared to come forward to save him.

They had all witnessed how Lin Du crushed the skulls of high-level cultivators one by one.

Whether this top talent on the Qing Yun List was truly sickly, they did not know, but he was certainly insane.

The young man’s face turned an increasingly deep purple, his pupils rolling back, his throat’s hoarse sound growing heavier. Mixed with the suddenly harsh long note of the Xi Qin, a black-gray substance quietly seeped from his nostrils, heading straight for Lin Du’s face.

The malevolent spirit, filled with determined hostility, tried to collide with her but failed.

It passed through Lin Du’s body in astonishment, and was struck by Ni Jin Xuan’s whip, scattering into ashes like burnt paper, gently floating in the air.

The screech of the Xi Qin rose, and in an instant, it seemed as though invisible sound waves completely annihilated the fragments of the malevolent spirits.

Only then did Lin Du release the man’s throat. “What’s your name?”

The man opened his mouth but found his throat and soul painfully sore.

Lin Du glanced at the other disciples of the Gui Yuan Sect. “Watch him carefully. Don’t let him walk behind you. After leaving the secret realm, have your elders probe his soul.”

The few disciples nodded obediently.

On the other side, the whip cracked again.

Yan Qing knocked the man unconscious with the back of his broad blade. The malevolent spirit, disturbed by Yuan Ye’s musical notes and attacked by the original soul, fled in a panic. Its end was the same as the previous spirits—scattered to pieces.

Ni Jin Xuan retracted her whip, her bright apricot eyes still sparkling. “Uncle Junior Master, are you tired? Does your hand hurt?”

The onlookers: … You people from the Supreme Sect are all insane!