Yinshan Record

Chapter 120 Ghost Ancestor Cangtian
The main hall was ravaged by these ghostly birds, leaving it in ruins and adding to its desolate state.

“These thieving birds,” Wuzhiqi said, brandishing his iron rod with a flourish, “are probably after the Azure Emperor’s Treasure Garden too. They’re certainly well-informed.”

"The Ghost Ancestor Palace acts ruthlessly and leaves no room for compromise. It seems unlikely that things will end well today. If this first move fails, there will surely be other changes. Everyone, please be careful."

The fairy of Gusha, carrying a long sword, gave orders in a loud voice.

"Feng Xi, your magic weapon, Xuan Yin, makes the Ghost Ancestor Palace's methods ineffective. Please intercept them for the first formation."

“Wuzhiqi, your physical body is resilient, ranking after Fengxi. Conserve your strength. When the Ghost Ancestor Palace goes south, there will definitely be a fifth-rank figure in charge. We will need you to step up then. Save some tricks for later.”

"Qingqiu, you can't be of much help. Go behind Wuzhiqi. Fengxi, you keep a close eye on her."

Her voice was hoarse, yet it sounded like a general strategizing and deploying troops.

Su Che was at the forefront, serving as a feint and bait. Wu Zhiqi was the main force, while Cang Feng didn't need to observe the changes. The little fox was just a soul-splitting clone, hiding behind Wu Zhiqi.

"There aren't many experts within the Ghost Ancestor Palace. Experts of the fifth rank and above don't move easily, so the advantage is on my side."

Su Che looked at Gu She beside him and thought, "So this puts me at the very front?"
In the stillness of the night, twelve green lanterns rose from all directions, inscribed with eerie cinnabar talismans. The thick, solid red marks between each stroke looked like drops of blood about to fall from the lanterns.

Layers of yin energy climbed up along the thick fog.

Amidst the mist, tiny will-o'-the-wisps flickered in and out of sight, and Su Che heard only whispers of this kind.

Su Che channeled his magic power, causing the eerie light within the Nine Bends of Yin Spring to expand, encompassing all four of them within its protective range.

Hehe, hehe.

"twitter."

The sounds of scratching were incessant as Su Che channeled his magical power into his eyes.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw countless vicious ghosts in the mist stretching out their claws and scratching at the eerie light that protected them.

There was a crippled soldier ghost, missing arms and legs, covered in arrows, still wielding a broken sword; a faceless female ghost dressed in a crimson wedding gown, with a three-foot-long tongue sticking out; a sick ghost with a belly as big as a jar and a head as small as a fist; a consumptive ghost with a body as thin as a long rope and a head covered in snake scales; and a handsome scholar ghost with blood constantly flowing from his eyes and an open mouth full of eyeballs...

Countless evil spirits are gradually breaching the defenses of Yinquan Jiuqu.

"Wuzhiqi, hurry!"

The little fox let out a cry.

"No, it's not the right time yet."

Gu She's hand, still holding the sword sheath, remained motionless.

"Under the twelve Azure Netherworld Yuan Chen lamps, a hundred ghosts roam in broad daylight, but this is nothing more than a common scene, not enough for Wuzhiqi to make a move."

Su Che stood at the very front, feeling the pressure from the horde of ghosts.

The Yinquan Nine Bends was indeed a defensive artifact made of Xuan Shui Jing Ying, and it handled the simple attacks of this group of ghosts with ease.

"It's alright, I can manage."

Blah, blah, blah.

A gust of cold wind blew, causing the tree branches to sway and the windows to shake and tiles to fall.

"I am a member of the Yellow Bandits under the jurisdiction of the Ghost Ancestor Palace of Beiman. I have met several friends. May I ask your esteemed name?"

Amidst the eerie wind, a powerful voice pierced through layers of yin energy and reached one's ears.

"Unrivaled guest beneath the blue lamp, sword-wielder buried at the Beiman grave. It was him who came."

Wuzhiqi clicked his tongue, and his grip on the iron rod loosened slightly.

The Northern Mang Ghost Ancestor Palace is considered a prestigious sect among all ghost cultivators in the world. The saying "One Ancestor, Seven Saints, and Thirty-Six Walkers" refers to the Ghost Ancestor who attained immortality, the Seven Saints who are seven fourth-rank masters in the Northern Mang Ghost Ancestor Palace, and the Thirty-Six Walkers who are thirty-six fifth-rank ghost cultivators in the Ghost Ancestor Palace.

Because they were either guest elders or core disciples of the sect, their daily duty was to travel the world on behalf of the Ghost Ancestor Palace. Huang Kou was one of the more well-known figures among them, known as "the peerless guest under the Azure Lamp, the sword-burying man at the Northern Mang Tomb."

The peerless guest beneath the Azure Lamp refers to this man who mastered twelve Azure Yuan Chen Lamps, each with its own wondrous and unpredictable uses. The swordsman buried at the Northern Mang gravesite refers to his unparalleled swordsmanship, surpassing all thirty-six other swordsmen.

Wuzhiqi was fierce and aggressive by nature, but when faced with this swordsman from the Ghost Ancestor Palace of Beiman, he was momentarily intimidated.

"Oh no, Feng Xi, be careful of his Fangcun Sword Aura!"

Gu She seemed to suddenly think of something and said in a low voice.

Young Master Su didn't recognize any of the names, such as Huang Kou or the Sword Burial Man. However, the sword aura he was cultivating in his dantian seemed to have been stimulated by something and suddenly showed some signs of arousal.

Danger is right ahead.

With a thought, Su Che summoned the Two-Faced Ghost General, who flew out from the Nine Bends of Yin Spring, wielding a large shield, and roared loudly.

"Who dares to offend Lord You..." Before he could finish speaking, a pure white sword light, no more than a foot long, streaked through the air, cleaving the shield and the ghost general in two.

Amazing.

The two-faced ghost general reappeared in an instant, brandishing his large shield.

"...Kamui."

The pure white sword light struck again, cutting the ghost general into three pieces.

A demon was dressed in a black robe, with disheveled hair, a beard that reached his chest, narrow eyes with snake-like pupils, and a layer of green light on his pale face.

"I never expected to meet a friend from the Ghost Path here. The Ghost Ancestor Palace of Beimang cordially invites all Yin cultivators from across the land to jointly study the Great Dao. If you are interested, you may wish to ascend the tower for a visit. As for you all, why are you hiding yourselves like this? What is your intention?"

Huang Kou appeared like a ghost beside the main hall, accompanied by a burly man in a black robe. This man was bronze-colored and had five long horns like those of a goat on his head.

"Hmph, staying in an ancient temple in the dead of night, they're obviously not good people. Brother Huang, we both come from reputable sects, why don't we join forces to eliminate these treacherous figures? What do you think, Brother Huang?"

The burly man stared intently at the little fox and Gu She: "Judging from their bone structure, these two must be seductive enchantresses. Brother Huang, please be gentle with your actions later. After I capture them, I will interrogate them thoroughly to find out what their schemes are. Could it be that they intend to disrupt my important human affairs?"

Wuzhiqi moved silently in front of Su Che.

"Judging from your serious and servile demeanor, you must be someone from the Northern Demonic Sect's Cangtian Cult."

"Hehe, you have a good eye. I always keep my word."

The five-horned demon clasped his hands in a salute and said, "Our Heavenly Sect walks the world with the principle of righteousness. It is only polite for us to greet you. Righteousness and evil cannot coexist. When we fight, we will not be polite at all."

"The Cangtian Sect is a major sect of the Northern Demonic Sect. Both of them are fifth-rank experts. Yan Bixing seems to be following the Demonic Sect's body-refining path. With the two of them working together, Wuzhiqi alone probably can't withstand them."

Gu She whispered, "Be careful. I have a powerful technique that will kill these two without a doubt, but it might accidentally injure others. Be careful."

Wuzhiqi swung his iron rod.

"Enough with the nonsense, we're all here to see the Azure Emperor's Treasure Garden and show off our skills."

The iron rod whipped up layers of gale-force winds, transforming into countless shadowy rods that swept towards the two men.

The burly man with five horns swung his fists to meet the layers of club shadows, the iron clubs striking his body with dull thuds.

As Wuzhiqi's staff flashed like a tidal wave, the burly man stood firm like a lone cliff amidst a vast ocean.

"Damn it, you're supposed to be a fifth-rank expert, so why is your staff so weak? Could it be that you're trying to seduce your brother Yan? You little brat, you know I'm the kind of person who responds to force but not gentleness! Old Huang, just you wait and see how I take this bastard down..."

Su Che listened to these words, which were full of confidence and a desire to devour Wuzhiqi alive. He was momentarily shocked. Could this person from the Demonic Sect be so terrifying?
"Don't be so arrogant, behold my Tai Xuan Yin-Yang Micro Dust Sword!"

The longsword of Gushe was finally drawn, and an overwhelming and unstoppable sword intent came from the sky, causing a chill to rise in the hearts of the six people in the hall.

What terrifying swordsmanship! Su Che felt that once Gu She drew her sword, it would sever all changes, laws, and existence in the world. Everything would be reduced to nothingness under the terrifying sword intent and pressure.

This swordsmanship has already surpassed the fifth rank and is on par with the position of immortality.

Above the sword's edge, a three-foot-long blue rainbow appeared. Gu She, wielding the sword, was like a fairy from the moon palace, gracefully ascending to the celestial realm.

The sword flashed.

Su Che took several steps back and pulled the little fox into his arms.

Huang Kou, a disciple of the Ghost Ancestor Palace, frowned deeply, and twelve streaks of blue light appeared behind him.

Wuzhiqi unleashed a layer of staff shadows that shot skyward as he retreated.

The demon leader of the Azure Heaven Sect, Yan Bixing, clenched his fists, his body radiating golden light, and every inch of his skin trembled violently.

Nothing happened.

Gu She gripped the longsword in her hand, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Go back!"

She shouted at Su Che and the little fox, then drew her sword and held it horizontally in front of them.

"My swordsmanship is unreliable when it malfunctions..."

The demon of the Azure Heaven Sect laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.

"Damn it, such a big show, and it was just a silent fart..."

Huang Kou looked at Gu She with a heavy and wary expression.

(End of this chapter)