Chapter 281 - 281 279 Feng Qing

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281: Chapter 279: Feng Qing 281: Chapter 279: Feng Qing Overwhelmed by confusion, Fang Geyu stopped in his tracks, but behind him, the female corpse He Sha suddenly widened her greenish-grey eyes and cried out sharply, “Be careful! He’s back!” A shudder ran through Fang Geyu’s heart. Before he could react and determine who the ‘he’ mentioned by the corpse was, a shadow darker and more terrifying than the darkness itself swept through the gloomy tunnel like a chilling wind, wrapped in sinister yin energy under the faint light. The ancient dust silently rose from the ground, and a strand of hair brushed across his face, a wicked breath grazing past him like a blade’s edge. Unable to respond, Fang Geyu felt a chill in his chest and looked down. He saw blood soaking his red clothes, blooming tragically like a fresh red blossom at the center of his chest, with threads of black energy twining around him like venomous threads, stretching behind him into countless wisps of dark aura. He could even detect the scent of blood diffusing through the air. “Baili Xianxian!!!” screamed Baili Xianxian, with red-rimmed eyes. Death loomed close, leaving Fang Geyu dimmed, devoid of fear, with only a faint, inexplicable regret. The black energy that pierced through his heart was like mist, gently swirling around a pale, skinny index finger, devoid of any blood color. Suddenly, a pale man with an aura of yin appeared in the cold, silent basement; the limp female corpse, previously behind Fang Geyu, somehow ended up in this man’s arms. The man had a small drum attached to his waist and clutched another drum made of human skin in his hand, with his green-black, sharp nails dripping with blood. Only then did Fang Geyu realize that he had silently lost his human skin drum during their close encounter. His palm was empty, his wrist throbbing with pain, marked by three fresh claw imprints. “Ghost… Ghost…” Baili Xianxian’s face turned pale with horror, his heart sinking into despair. “Hmph.” Ghost scoffed coldly, his finger entwined with black energy gently moved, and Fang Geyu felt a tearing agony in his chest, as if his heart was being sliced into a thousand pieces. Yet, this intense pain clarified his dim vision, replacing despair with a clear and bright determination. Ghost looked surprised to see such an expression on Fang Geyu’s face now. Just as he was about to make a move, the female corpse He Sha moaned in pain, untimely. His gaze shifted, looking down at the fading features of the female corpse, his pupils narrowed sharply, no longer caring about Fang Geyu. His palm pressed against the cold back of the female corpse, and slowly transferred a stream of pure Yin Resentment into her body. With the departure of the yin energy, the three dark red apricot blossom marks under Ghost’s eyes faded colorlessly, his pitch-black eyes turning to a dull grey. He pursed his lips. Seeing the female corpse’s condition improving, with her features becoming clear again, his lips curled into a cold, relieved smile. “When will you change that stubborn nature of yours? When I blinded you, you didn’t even whimper, but now I’m merely trying to kill someone who hurt you, and you can’t contain yourself?” The female corpse was smaller than him, her yin body severely damaged, barely able to rest against his chest. Every time she grew close to him, her right hand would instinctively press against his chest, not as a gesture of affection. Her five fingers were like blades, constantly thinking about how to break open his chest and pull out the rotten, blackened heart inside! Ghost raised an eyebrow, as if he was accustomed to her actions, and spoke in a detached tone, “Don’t worry, with me here, you won’t die.” Imitating Fang Geyu’s tone, the female corpse taunted him, “But I’m already dead, killed—by—you!” Ghost laughed instead of getting angry, shoving the human skin drum into the reluctant He Sha’s arms, “All things exist in this world, including ghosts. I am dressed as a ghost, following the path of immortality. Both immortals and mortals cannot escape the saying ‘Life and death are not by one’s own control.’ But with me, your life and death, your fate, are mine to decide.” He pinched the female corpse He Sha’s chin and looked into her green-grey pupils, his harsh features softening slightly. “Don’t be afraid, it’s just shedding a shell. You are different from those ordinary mortals. You won’t sink into death and pain like stepping into an abyss or walking on thin ice. That trembling, cautious life is over.” He Sha, who was fearless just moments ago, turned exceedingly pale at these tender words, her teeth chattering. She spoke in a very light voice, which seemed careful but made Baili Xianxian break out in a cold sweat, “Feng Qing, why haven’t you died yet?” Without guessing, one would know that Feng Qing was the Ghost’s name. Ghost, a fierce ghost roaming the Mortal World and Ghost Path for three thousand years, was known only for his name as a ghost, while his human name, forgotten by the world, was buried before he committed suicide and became a demon. Yet, unexpectedly, one could hear the former name of Ghost from the mouth of a female corpse. Hearing this name, a fierce look flashed across Ghost’s eyes, his hand sliding from her chin to her neck, veins bulging as he said, “I told you, you could call me by that name in private, but don’t be too presumptuous in front of others!” His palm was about to exert force when he heard Fang Geyu’s mocking tone from aside, “Feng Qing, coming from a Taoist Sect that rose and fell three thousand years ago. Within the sect, you were the least regarded disciple, yet the one the Sect Master favored the most. The Taoist Sect began at Yun Mountain, fell at East Huai Mountain, and it was you, Feng Qing, who caused that sect-destroying war.” Ghost’s expression turned stormy. Fang Geyu slowly turned around from the shadows, ignoring the heart-wrenching pain. She held her sword with one hand, gently wiping her fingers across the wound. The snow-white fingertips were smeared with a bewitchingly crimson color. Her disdainful gaze did not waver. Baili Xianxian was stunned and thought to herself that this madwoman truly wasn’t afraid to provoke the terrible ghost, Evil Star. As Ghost kept silent, Fang Geyu chuckled and added, “Back then, the Taoist Sect’s Sect Master was entering a crucial phase of his cultivation for ascension. In that era, resources were scarce, Spirit Stones were deeply buried in ancient rivers, guarded by Demon Beasts, imposing limits to human cultivation. For a mortal to become an ascending Immortal was a miracle amidst incredibly hard circumstances. Your master was touched by fate, slated to break the mortal bonds and achieve a miracle, but regrettably, you didn’t heed the old man’s advice, came down the mountain, and involved yourself in grave trouble.” As she spoke, Fang Geyu’s gaze leisurely shifted, and for only the second time since entering the basement, she turned her attention to Baili Xianxian.

Chapter 281 - 281 279 Feng Qing

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