Chapter 339 - 339 337 Monster Emergence

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339: Chapter 337: Monster Emergence 339: Chapter 337: Monster Emergence Lin Jue only felt an immense humiliation. He pressed down on his sword hilt with a somber face, ready to teach this ignorant brat a lesson. Meng Zifei hastily reached out to hold his shoulder, saying with a smile, “The Unicorn is an immortal beast from Penglai Immortal Mountain. Even our Alliance Hierarch struggles to keep one, yet this young girl can hide and foster a whole nine of them. Lin brother, you must think this through.” Lin Jue’s imposing manner immediately weakened by a third, his face turning red with pent-up frustration, watching Baili An and the others disappear inside the jade carriage. He coldly flung his sleeve, his tone brimming with barely concealed bitterness. “They’re just some scions who know nothing beyond depending on their family treasures, all show and no substance! Hmph, when it comes to battling in the Ghost Realm, these young masters and misses are destroyed in a single blow!” Meng Zifei simply smiled without a word. Lin Jue had finished mocking Baili An and now turned his sarcasm on him, scoffing, “What’s this? I just saw you calling that youngster brother and pal. How comes he won’t even let you into his jade carriage?” Meng Zifei wasn’t annoyed and replied with a lifted eyebrow and a smile, “There must be a distinction between men and women, a gentleman should ‘not see what is not proper to see.'” “Hypocrite!” Through the carriage window and snow curtains, Baili An watched the tiny black-roofed boat in the vast river. It had been about half an hour since he arrived at this place. But that small boat had only traveled a few tens of meters. The spaces of both the Second Realm of Ghost Mountain and the small Forget River are refracted and twisted. Even for a Ghost, reaching the other shore quickly is no easy feat. Baili An didn’t understand why the Ghosts, who were more than capable in the First Realm of Ghost Mountain, were in such a hurry to move to the Second Realm. In the First Realm of Ghost Mountain, outsiders practicing cultivation could be seen everywhere. It was clear that the Empress had opened the doors of the Inner Sect to the outside world, allowing all the cultivators within the border city to enter. Three months had not yet passed; the test that he had sourced was now being attempted by countless others, which was distinctly unfair to him. Baili An didn’t care about this unfairness. What he cared about was when he would be able to see his rabbit. Crossing the river was not an easy task. At least, up to now, countless cultivators had been obstructed by this river. According to Meng Zifei, two incense sticks ago, Yin Baishuang from Cangwu Palace had taken steps across the water as paths, ignoring the Ghost as she had reached the opposite bank first. Her familiar ability with Cangwu Palace’s Moqi Hall meant she didn’t need a ghost ship to cross the river. However, the river was three hundred miles wide, and each step taken would expend Spiritual Power equivalent to a thousand miles in normal space. Even with the aid of special techniques, without a robust supply of Spiritual Power, falling into the river halfway would be an extremely dangerous matter. Although anxious to find his rabbit, the small Forget River could not be forcefully crossed. He had to wait until the river monument was fully illuminated by moonlight, when a Ghost God would appear. Fulfilling one wish of the Ghost God in the river, it would peel off its own skin to make various types of boats to ferry people across. Ghost Mountain lay in a deep abyss cliff, where daylight struggled to penetrate. Baili An couldn’t comprehend from where the moonlight would reach here. He had no choice but to patiently wait. Campfires flared, their light faint and bleak. During the battle at the deserted house, Fang Geyu’s Spiritual Power was excessively drained, and further, her Essence Blood was absorbed by the Tree Demon. Fortunately, there was a Magic Array inside the jade carriage that allowed for stable meditation and the recovery of Spiritual Power. Once inside the carriage, she began to regulate her breath and meditate, closing her eyes to recuperate. Li Jiujiu was also extremely tired from successive days of fighting, leaning against a cushion and falling into a deep sleep. In Ghost Mountain, where the yin energy was excessively powerful—especially in this small Forget River between life and death—the deficiency of dark forces could also be fully replenished. More strangely, the inside of the jade carriage seemed unable to block the cold dampness of the river water. Baili An settled into meditation with closed eyes. In this quiet and cold space. He felt sleepiness that he hadn’t felt for a long while. Similar to that night at the Yun residence, where the mysterious and alluring scent on his collar brought him a peculiar sensation. Like someone who had grown used to their own bed finally finding a comfortable soft bed, drowsiness overtook him. His consciousness, half-clear, half-drowsy, he managed to have a light nap for a moment. On top of the jade carriage, there was not only a Barrier to protect against enemies, but there was also a sophisticated soundproofing technique in place. When Fang Geyu was in a state of meditation, no one knew that her Divine Sense was actually projected outward. She felt a bit surprised at Bai An’s light sleeping state but didn’t voice any questions, silently opening the soundproofing technique. The inside of the carriage became even more peaceful and quiet. She retracted her Divine Sense and started to focus on meditation to restore her strength. Time passed unknown, and within the eternally dark world of Ghost Mountain, the first ray of moonlight arrived. The pale, eerie moonlight illuminated the hills and, through the thin curtains, cut scattered speckles onto Baili An’s face. The sleepiness faded, but he felt a cold touch between his eyelids, as if the moonlight itself was moving across his face. He opened his eyes, only to find complete darkness inside the jade carriage. He had napped for a moment, and Baili An’s spirits were fully reinvigorated. Intuitively, he sensed that one person’s breathing was missing from the jade carriage. His heart sank slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He raised his hand to his cheek, and his icy fingertips touched something extremely cold and slippery, which rapidly moved away at his touch. Something was clinging to his cheek, and upon being touched by his fingers, it fled as if frightened. Then there was light. It turned out it wasn’t that the vision in the jade carriage was dark, but that his eyes had been covered and obscured by something. Baili An lowered his head, looking at the wet strand of hair remaining between his fingers, he couldn’t help frowning. It was a very peculiar situation. No one in the carriage noticed where the hair had come from; all around was still quiet. What puzzled Baili An even more was that this hair was clearly the work of a Ghost, and yet the Ghosts outside the small Forget River were able to penetrate the Unicorn’s carriage silently. Baili An glanced around the carriage. Fang Geyu was still in meditation, Li Jiujiu was still sleeping deeply. Only Su Jing, whom he had placed on the soft couch of the carriage – was gone. He didn’t wake Fang Geyu or the others, as even Baili An himself did not know what had happened. He gently opened the carriage door and the moonlight decantly lit the river monument; everything was extremely quiet. However, Baili An’s palm that pushed the door felt cold and chilling. Those tents located on the swamp and firm ground were covered in black, lustrous hair, unknowingly soaked and heavy enough to make the tents creak under the pressure. Two cultivators on patrol fell to the ground, their abdomens alarmingly swollen, with pitch-black hair wriggling and crawling out of their orifices like fine worms, moss-like, covering their entire cheeks. Baili An strode over, his fingertips forming two spheres of clear, clean water, which slipped into their nostrils like fish. The hair that floated like seaweed suddenly reacted violently, and the men bent over, vomiting black, foul-smelling water, their abdomens gradually flattening. They managed to resist the Ghost-inflicted affliction, thus saving their lives. On the ground, the wide expansive black hair spread like a shadowy cloud. At that moment, a splash came from the riverbank.

Chapter 339 - 339 337 Monster Emergence

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