Yinshan Record

Chapter 203 Jade Scenery Sword (Fifth update, thanks to Brother Happy Big Axe for his support)
The Yin-Yang Dharma King's ghostly form vanished into the passageway in an instant.

This old ghost's ability to hide himself is truly remarkable. Su Che thought he should find an opportunity to ask him for advice.

My esteemed Master Yu Lizi has important matters to attend to and has no time to personally instruct me. That despicable Northern Mang Ghost Ancestor is nothing but a scumbag; he just threw down a sword manual and ran off.

Right now, the equally respected Yin-Yang Dharma King is right next to me. I should maintain an open attitude and learn more from him.

Let's learn this skill of concealment first.

Su Che slowly moved forward. Kongyou Temple was not a well-known Buddhist temple in Jiankang City.

When they were ambushed by the White Deer Cave, the Su family had summoned every prominent deity in Jiankang City. If the Kongyou Nunnery truly possessed any power, their family should have been among those who had consumed their incense ashes.

The construction of such a large-scale underground tunnel was overseen by a Xuanmen master from the Yujing lineage.

Fifth-rank experts are not commonplace; currently, the top combat forces in both the North and South are fifth-rank experts.

There was one hidden beneath this unknown, dilapidated temple.

"He who comes is stopped."

As Su Che was walking forward, a deep, powerful voice rang out in front of him.

This is a natural underground cave with stalactites growing unevenly, resembling the teeth of a giant beast with its mouth open.

This area was incredibly vast, with a fist-sized luminous pearl hanging every dozen steps on the stone wall, casting shadowy glows throughout.

The sound came from the distant horizon.

"Retreat immediately. Considering how difficult it has been for you to reach this level of cultivation, do not make a mistake for yourself."

Su Che looked ahead and saw a mysterious gray mist between the stalactites. Even when he used the full power of his Lieque Thunder Eyes, he could not penetrate the thick mist and could only see a few dozen steps ahead.

There was indeed a hidden meaning.

After careful consideration, Su Che concluded that the only force capable of creating such a formidable presence beneath Jiankang City could be the Liang Dynasty.

However, that old ghost Yin Yang Dharma King is really something; he managed to bypass these layers of fog without alerting the person on the other side.

Su Che slowly stepped forward and took the "Nine Netherworld Records" given to him by the Yin Yang Dharma King. Since he was doing a service for the Yin Yang Dharma King, it was only right to use his magic weapon.

I can't risk my life like this; we've only known each other for a short time and aren't even that close yet.

Turning to the first page, one sees a picture of a ghostly blue head, with two small characters written in vermilion next to it: "Panhu" (盘壶).

This must be the name of the ghost, as its magical power surged.

A hideous ghost head, the size of a basket, appeared in the air, opening its huge mouth and emitting a sharp ghostly howl.

The ghostly howls tore through the mist and carried into the distance.

This old man has quite a collection.

Four crimson ghost eyes grew on the top of the ghost head, and when it roared, ghostly blue flames surged from it.

"You've chosen a crooked path, and that's your own death. Heaven cherishes life, so you can't blame me."

Before he finished speaking, Su Che felt a vague sense of unease in his heart.

This is bad, we need to get out of here quickly.

In the next instant, Su Che used his magic power to retreat several steps.

A beam of white light, swirling up layers of mist, descended upon the spot where Su Che had stood. Had he not dodged in time, he would have been pierced through by the light. Truly formidable.

Su Che escaped unharmed, but the ferocious ghost head he summoned was not so lucky. The white light missed its target but did not miss. Instead, it turned upwards and immediately cut the ferocious ghost head in two.

However, the enormous, hideous ghost head rolled in the mist, and the two pieces immediately separated into two identical ghost heads, both spewing ghost fire.

"Hmph, a mere grain of rice."

The Jade Scenery Daoist, seated amidst the mist, let out a cold laugh.

Another crimson light pierced through the mist, piercing through the two ghost heads in one fell swoop. Layers of crimson flames surged, and the two ferocious ghost heads instantly turned to ashes.

The Nine Netherworld Record stirred slightly. Su Che turned the page and found that the original deep blue color of the page he had just flown out of had turned dark. A vertical line had been added above the two characters "Panhu" written in cinnabar, as if it were a sharp sword slashing down from above.

"How many evil spirits do you have left? Come and test the power of my magic sword."

Although the East Sea Sword Palace is famous throughout the world for its leading sword cultivators, it doesn't mean that they have absolute dominance just because of the word "sword".

Sword cultivation refers to a cultivation system that takes sword intent as its foundation, introduces sword energy, nurtures sword aura, forms a sword embryo, and ultimately achieves this. Beyond this system, there are areas of interaction and integration with sword cultivation in various schools, including the Xuanmen, Buddhist, and even demonic sects.

The magic sword used by the Jade Scene Daoist before us is a peerless flying sword that the Xuanmen (mysterious sect) imitated the sword-cultivation techniques and was made with Daoist magic and supernatural powers. Although it is essentially a magic weapon, once it is used, it also has a chilling sword light and murderous aura.

The sword light just now was so fierce that Su Che couldn't immediately discern the method of the magic sword used by the Jade Scenery Daoist.

However, the Taoist's question opened up Su Che's mind.

How many evil spirits are there? I have about one book left.

Without hesitation, Su Che turned the pages of the Nine Netherworld Record one by one, his magical power surging as he illuminated each of the evil spirits on the pages. To ensure there were no mistakes, the Third Young Master Su directly pointed out ten ferocious evil spirits, each with a strange shape and roaring incessantly.

Among them was an extremely powerful demon, dressed in red, holding a scepter, with a blue face and fangs, dressed as a judge.

He glanced left and right, then clasped his hands in a salute to Su Che.

"Greetings, Lord."

This was the first time Su Che had ever seen such a powerful ghost that possessed sentience yet could still be controlled, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances at it.

"It seems that the Lord of Mount Tai has passed on his throne, and today a new ruler has ascended the throne."

Lord Taishan? A new ruler ascends the throne?
Su Che looked at the Nine Netherworld Record in his hand, wondering where that old ghost Yin Yang Dharma King got this thing from.

"Demons and monsters, behold my magic sword soaring through the sky!"

Before Su Che could think further, a crimson sword light, billowing with heat waves, shot towards him again from within the mist.

Su Che secretly exclaimed in amazement. Although the magic sword had not yet reached him, he felt waves of heat rising around him, and a surge of fiery energy flowed into his body through his seven orifices.

Such powerful firepower.

Given the current situation, there was no way of knowing where the Jade Scenery Daoist was. Su Che was confident that with the Azure Emperor's Treasure Garden at his disposal, he couldn't control him for the time being.

He felt ashamed and with a thought, he retreated sharply, preparing to use the same trick again, having these fierce ghosts from the Nine Netherworld Records take the fall and bear the brunt of the lightning.

"All ghosts, heed my command! Mount Tai stands tall and majestic, and your lives are boundless!"

The red-robed judge shouted, waved his tablet, and unleashed layers of magical power. The remaining ghosts roared, their magical power merging with his. Together, they created streaks of eerie light, like an impenetrable wall, which actually kept the vermilion magic sword at bay.

(End of this chapter)