Twisted Dreams-Chapter 236 - 206: Mo Yulin Captured

'Ye Fan' tossed a pair of Mother Talismans into the air, one black and one white, and two streams of talismanic script whirled above 'Ye Fan's' head, forming a Spiritual Power whirlwind!

The surrounding grass, leaves, and broken talismans began to float, talismanic symbols reappearing on their surfaces.

'Ye Fan' clasped his hands together, muttered darkly:

"Go!"

The grass, leaves, and broken talismans, now inscribed with spells, possessed ample power, like brand new talismans.

These new talismans shot towards the Xie Qilin like a storm!

The corner of Xie Qilin's mouth curved into a cruel smile:

"Well then, it seems the old man will suffer a bit!"

Xie Qilin took a drag from his pipe, his cheeks puffed high.

"Puff!"

As he exhaled, the gray stream of smoke surged forward like roaring flames, rushing toward the new talismans!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The sound of explosions rang continuously, sending rocks and sand flying at the top of the valley!

Blood trickled out of Xie Qilin's ears, but he didn't care, his gaze unwavering.

During this period, he had consumed many souls.

Some of the Extraordinary Power within these souls had been absorbed by Xie Qilin.

At this point, even without the help of the Eight-foot Bride, he could still fight against Ye Fan who was in the state of being possessed by Mo Yulin for several rounds.

He was no longer the weakling who previously relied on the Eight-foot Bride.

'Ye Fan' once again clasped his hands to form a seal, commencing a second wave of assault.

On the ground, the scattered leaves, grass broken in two, and shattered talismans began floating again, covered with dense little dots.

If an Extraordinary were to observe closely, or use a magnifying glass, they would see that these dots were actually symbols too small to discern with the naked eye!

This wave was stronger than the previous one!

"Shriek!"

A chilling, ghostly wail echoed across the top of the valley.

The Eight-foot Bride appeared behind 'Ye Fan', her claws plunging viciously into the back of 'Ye Fan's' head.

'Ye Fan's' eyes widened in shock, his Spiritual Power spiraling out of control.

The scattered leaves, grass split in two, and shattered talismans all fell to the ground, the symbols vanishing from them.

"Come out!"

The Eight-foot Bride roared, forcefully pulling out something from within 'Ye Fan'.

'Ye Fan' rolled his eyes back, contorted in pain, enduring excruciating agony!

Gradually, the Spiritual Power belonging to Mo Yulin disappeared from Ye Fan, his formidable aura waning as he collapsed to the ground.

In the hands of the Eight-foot Bride, she grasped the soul of an old Taoist.

She greedily eyed Mo Yulin, extending her tongue to lick the old Taoist's body.

This was the sweetest, most delightful, and most nutritious soul she had ever encountered!

Unable to restrain herself, the Eight-foot Bride opened her mouth wide, about to devour Mo Yulin.

Ye Fan, horrified, watched the scene, struggling to rise, extending his hand towards Mo Yulin:

"No!!!"

Xie Qilin spoke displeasedly:

"Wife."

The Eight-foot Bride halted.

This belonged to her husband; she couldn't eat it at will.

The Eight-foot Bride, suppressing the greed within her soul, held Mo Yulin, delivering him to Xie Qilin's side.

Xie Qilin looked at Mo Yulin, clicking his tongue in surprise:

"You're the second soul I've seen that still has awareness even after death."

The first was the Eight-foot Bride.

Mo Yulin, bound by the Eight-foot Bride, couldn't extend any of his Spiritual Power, nor could he even speak.

Ye Fan's betrayed master felt humiliated, forming a single-handed seal, wanting to call upon Master Liu.

Mo Yulin resignedly shook his head at Ye Fan.

Ye Fan's actions halted.

Xie Qilin was very restrained with souls.

Summoning Master Liu would probably just feed the Eight-foot Bride more.

Xie Qilin waved lightly, and the Eight-foot Bride loosened her grip on Mo Yulin slightly.

Xie Qilin snuck a mocking glance at Ye Fan, asking:

"Old man, do you have anything to say to your apprentice?"

He finally defeated Ye Fan once, feeling elated.

The Ghost Star's Fate had three arch-enemies.

Using the Divine Divination Technique of the elderly host a lot lately, Xie Qilin pondered on the metaphysical ties to those three enemies.

He was the Ghost Star's Fate; the three enemies were 'Dao Su', 'Immortal Star', and 'Demon Star'.

This Ye Fan was the Immortal Star.

Mo Yulin looked at Ye Fan:

"My disciple Ye Fan is a one-in-a-billion genius, even if I am not here, you must cultivate diligently."

Xie Qilin sneered:

"So impressive?

Such an impressive genius, only capable of calling his master to fight me?

Even causing his master to be caught by this rascal?

Old man, do you know? You will die."

Mo Yulin scoffed at Xie Qilin, proclaiming:

"My disciple Ye Fan has the potential of a great emperor!"

Xie Qilin was taken aback.

Mo Yulin chuckled:

"These past years, I've been engrossed in metaphysics.

Apart from the Horsefront Divination Class and Big and Small Arithmetic Tasks, I've also read quite a few Xianxia novels.

Isn't this how they're written? The master gets captured, and the disciple's potential is then truly unleashed.

The next time my disciple sees you, it will be the day you meet your end and he ascends."

Xie Qilin's smile froze, something deep inside him that he didn't want touched was struck hard.

This was his greatest fear, that the old host's prophecy would come true.

Xie Qilin's face darkened, his eyes flashing with murderous intent:

"Then I'll kill your beloved apprentice now!"

Mo Yulin looked at Xie Qilin condescendingly:

"Old Taoist that I am, I divined one thing for my disciple today.

He will not die today."

Xie Qilin's eye twitched, his mind at war with itself.

He truly didn't intend to kill Ye Fan.

Ye Fan should die at the foot of the mountain tomorrow, not here.

But, Mo Yulin's words really stirred his desire to kill.

Xie Qilin took a deep breath, snorted coldly, and stored Mo Yulin within the oil paper umbrella.

He glanced at Ye Fan, saying coldly:

"I'll be taking this old man.

Useless thing, for the sake of the old man, I'll spare your life."

Saying this, Xie Qilin swept out a fierce wind, lifting a large stone, smashing it onto Ye Fan's head.

Ye Fan's head thudded, and he lost consciousness.

....

At the foot of the Peach Mountain.

Demons were battling against the Talisman Sect disciples.

It wasn't exactly a battle; it was a one-sided chase.

The demons pursued, and the Talisman Sect disciples fled.

More than half of the Talisman Sect disciples had perished.

Before the battle, the Talisman Sect disciples had planned battle formations and strategies.

Now it seemed, whoever ran the slowest was at the front.

At this moment, black smoke billowed from within the valley of Peach Mountain.

The Heartless Little Monkey reined in his horse.

"Neigh~"

The Heartless Little Monkey turned to look towards Peach Mountain, his eyes wide with fury:

"Those damn bastards! They're robbing the place! Return with me!"

The demons immediately followed the Heartless Little Monkey, running toward the direction of Peach Mountain.

Seeing the demons depart, the Talisman Sect disciples all let out a collective sigh of relief, plopping down onto the ground.

Some were pale, shivering as they hugged themselves.

Some squatted on the ground, continuously vomiting.

The scene today was too gruesome.

In today's world, even seeing a dead body was rare, let alone witnessing demons obliterate someone's head with one punch right before their eyes?

From the large group that came, only seven or eight remained.

A Talisman Sect disciple shakily said:

"To the gathering point, quickly to the gathering point!"

They had agreed that if something unexpected occurred during the battle, they could regroup at the arranged forest location.