Chapter 118: Chapter 115: The City is Full of Little Lambs

Song Ciwan unleashed a rain of fire that filled the sky, slaughtering everything in her path.

This level of combat prowess immediately stunned Xie Yunfeng and his group, who were locked in a chaotic battle with the aberrations up ahead. A single thought surfaced in their minds simultaneously: ’Crap, someone’s trying to steal our prize!’

One of the Martial Artists even cursed on the spot, "Dammit, where did this powerhouse come from?"

Fueled by a surge of anger, he swung his blade forward, cleaving an opening in the horde of aberrations in front of Xie Zhang.

Xie Zhang cried out and immediately scrambled to escape.

More aberrations grabbed at him from behind. He shrieked, stretching out a hand and yelling, "Father! Save me!"

Xie Yunfeng, who had his own hands full, tossed out a small, dark ball amid the chaos and shouted, "Zhang! Activate your shield! I’ll use this Profound Thunder Pearl to clear a path for you!"

BANG!

The Profound Thunder Pearl flew into the air, but somehow, it collided squarely with a Flying Disc Magical Artifact launched by another Cultivator.

When they collided, the Profound Thunder Pearl was instantly knocked backward, shooting straight toward Song Ciwan.

It flew with incredible speed, as fast as a bolt of lightning.

An instant later, there was a tremendous BOOM!

The Profound Thunder Pearl had exploded.

A blast of black lightning, shot through with flickering white light, crashed down upon Song Ciwan.

Behind her, Xie Yunxiang cried out in alarm, "Brother Xin!"

Both anxious and furious, he snapped back to his senses. Without another moment of hesitation, he slapped the Human Skin Mask Song Ciwan had given him onto his face, stuck a Divine Movement Talisman to his body, and took off at a sprint, charging straight for Song Ciwan.

In that instant, the Heaven and Earth Scale manifested beside Song Ciwan.

A potent mass of emotional energy was collected: [Human Desires. The shock, fury, and worry of a Qi Transformation Stage Cultivator. Value: three jin and two taels. Exchangeable.]

Xie Yunxiang was still crying out in anguish, "Brother Xin!"

Song Ciwan: "..."

’Thanks a lot.’

In that split second, Xie Yunxiang saw layer after layer of thin, white shields of light erupt from the young man at the center of the lightning blast.

These shields appeared and vanished with incredible speed.

But while they vanished quickly, there were simply too many of them.

Layer after layer, they were stacked one atop the other, seemingly without end.

A Martial Artist from Xie Yunfeng’s camp was dumbfounded and couldn’t stop himself from blurting out, "Dammit, what kind of turtle is this guy? He..."

Before he could finish, Song Ciwan suddenly took a step forward.

In truth, she had only stacked ten Armor Talismans on herself. Ten Armor Talismans were, of course, a finite number.

But in that fleeting moment, the continuous flashing of the Armor Talismans created a visual effect that was more than enough to bluff her opponents.

And most importantly, when experts clash, that single instant is often all that matters.

And so, just as six of the ten Armor Talismans shattered in succession, Song Ciwan strode forward.

She was using the Wind Manipulation Technique, and at Master Level, no less.

Cultivating the Wind Manipulation Technique was not as easy as practicing a low-class skill like Grasshopper, but Song Ciwan, relying on her exceptional comprehension, had still managed to advance it to the Master Level in a short period.

When her body moved, she was no longer just flowing with the wind—it was as if she were generating a hurricane in her wake.

The hurricane gusted, and Song Ciwan instantly escaped the range of the lightning.

She raised her hands and swiftly formed a series of hand seals, her fingers becoming a blur of afterimages. A Fire Dragon as thick as a child’s arm took shape between her palms, a wisp of Heart Sutra Fire concealed within.

Song Ciwan shouted crisply, "Go!"

In an instant, the Fire Dragon raised its head, traversed the space between them, and hurtled forward with a scorching, malevolent aura.

ROAR—

For a fleeting moment, it sounded like the cry of a true dragon.

The reason for this draconic roar was that Song Ciwan had once personally witnessed the Flood Dragon Xiao Hong, who was dozens of miles long, being subjected to death by a thousand cuts.

Though Xiao Hong had seemed utterly powerless against the Dragon Maiden at the time, the truth was that for him to be able to transform into a Flood Dragon and survive for a millennium, the toughness of his Dragon Body had long ago transcended worldly comprehension.

Having witnessed the grand spectacle of the dragon’s slaughter, the scene had left an incredibly deep impression on Song Ciwan.

Now, experiencing battle firsthand, she suddenly felt a flash of spiritual insight. The scene of the great dragon soaring into the sky seemed to transform into a unique kind of mental image, creating a strange resonance with the Blazing Flame Technique she was casting.

The moment the dragon took flight, the entire space seemed to stutter for a heartbeat.

A dozen low-level aberrations nearby instantly shrieked, and then, with a WHOOSH, they dissipated into wisps of smoke.

The Cultivators in Xie Yunfeng’s camp didn’t have time to react, nor did Xie Yunfeng himself.

He was a Late-stage Qi Refining Cultivator, his Cultivation a Small Realm higher than Song Ciwan’s. But as the Fire Dragon struck, only a single thought flashed through his mind: ’It’s over...’

It truly was over. He could not dodge this soul-stealing strike.

As the Fire Dragon slammed into him, his Magic Robe pulsed with halos of light.

But the robe’s defensive power might as well have been made of paper. In an instant, the Magic Robe shattered, and Xie Yunfeng was sent flying backward with a pained scream.

Flames blazed fiercely on his body. As he flew back, he knocked over dozens of aberrations before landing with a THUD in front of Xie Zhang.

The scene fell silent. Even the ash-walker aberrations, which possessed only simple instincts, seemed to have been frightened.

Further back, Xie Yunxiang was stunned once again.

In the time it took him to begin his sprint, Brother "Xin Mian" had already completed what could only be described as a stunning counter-kill.

Song Ciwan received another mass of emotional energy: [Human Desires. The shock, joy, and worry of a Qi Transformation Stage Cultivator. Value: one jin and five taels. Exchangeable.]

In truth, it wasn’t just Xie Yunxiang who had contributed the mass of emotional energy. There was also Xie Yunfeng, the one she had just counter-killed, whose emotions were even more intense.

[Human Desires. The shock, fury, and hatred of a Qi Refining Stage Cultivator. Value: three jin and six taels. Exchangeable.]

And then there were the other Cultivators who had witnessed the scene.

[Human Desires. The shock, fury, and fear of an Innate Second Transformation Opening Early-Stage Martial Artist. Value: one jin and two taels. Exchangeable.]

[Human Desires. The shock, worry, and fear of an Innate First Transformation Martial Artist. Value: two jin and two taels. Exchangeable.]

[Human Desires. The shock, worry, and joy of a Qi Refining Stage Cultivator. Value: one jin and one tael. Exchangeable.]

...

’Who in Xie Yunfeng’s camp could possibly be feeling joy, on top of shock and worry?’

Just then, Xie Zhang let out a pained shriek. Xie Yunfeng had crashed into him, and some of the flames on his body had spread to his son.

Crying out in pain, Xie Zhang grabbed onto Xie Yunfeng and wailed, "Father!"

Behind him, more aberrations surged forward. They piled onto Xie Zhang, and in turn, pushed Xie Yunfeng further down beneath him.

The low-level ash-walker aberrations acted only on instinct. They instinctively bullied the weak and feared the strong, and they instinctively followed the rules of the Eternal Pavilion, tirelessly continuing their attempts to assimilate Xie Zhang.

"You deserve to die, you broke the rules, you deserve to die..."

"Go and die. No, you don’t have to die. Just become one of us."

"Hee hee hee, return to eternity..."

More and more aberrations piled on top. Xie Zhang, who lay beneath them, gradually fell silent. The flames on Xie Yunfeng, buried even deeper, flickered out, and he too stopped moving.

Back in the Mortal World, on Wangjiang Mountain, the Cultivators who had remained behind and witnessed this scene were rendered speechless.