Free Web NovelThe pain and power brought by Hua Sang's extremely unstable Spirit Mark have always been commensurate.
Although the immense force she endured was called "ten thousand jin", it was actually a virtual number; the actual force was far more than exactly ten thousand jin.
When Hua Sang was first brought to Da Chunyang Palace, Qingxia Zi, in order to build a relationship with her new disciple and help her resolve inner knots, once confidently told Hua Sang, "Your power is not scary, at least I'm not scared. If you don't believe me, you can punch me with all your might."
Thus, the young Hua Sang was moved by Qingxia Zi's sincere eyes and earnest tone, and she seriously punched her, resulting in three broken ribs and internal injuries to her spleen from the night's erosion.
Of course, Qingxia Zi didn't show any abnormalities at the time, enduring the pain to complete the first round of psychological counseling for Hua Sang. It wasn't until Zhang Huainan helped her heal that she dropped her pretense and spat out half a basin of old blood.
According to Qingxia Zi's later recollection, she felt as if she had been hit head-on by a high-speed train.
What was even more fatal was that the train was carrying a whole carriage of nuclear waste...
Had Hua Sang not resisted by ignoring Qingxia Zi for half a year, Qingxia Zi might still be jokingly calling her "High-Speed Rail Hero" today.
This level of brute strength is more lethal and efficient than most Spells, which is why Hua Sang chose to use Body Technique to attack.
The Thirty-Six Forms of the Six Harmonies Palm she used, although named after the palm, had one hundred and eight variations when combined with changes in punches, kicks, and palms.
She directed the one hundred and eight variations at the itemized Hu Chuan, repeating them over thirty cycles. The force erupted within that pale ball of flesh. According to Qingxia Zi, it was equivalent to over four thousand trains carrying nuclear waste crashing wildly inside his body.
The resulting trajectory was more chaotic than a national railway map...
"Puff——!"
Accompanied by a muffled sound of flesh and blood exploding, that mass of flesh and blood, still unsuitable for children even with three layers of pixelation, shot out, splashing thick, dark goo that traced a path over a hundred meters long on the asphalt road.
Hua Sang watched the twisted mass of flesh fly away, her body hunched over, her trembling hands resting on her knees. Her slightly parted thin lips, accompanied by the violent heaving of her chest, expelled columns of water vapor.
"Hoo-hah—hoo-hah—!"
Is it over? Did I get rid of that guy?
Thinking this, Hua Sang adjusted her state slightly, then turned to look at Lu Yibei and Qingji behind her, and was slightly startled.
Hu Chuan, acting as the Power of the Code F Monster, had created a "Qingji" using the ruler, and she hadn't disappeared yet. Lu Yibei was still being beaten...
The Senior "Qingji"'s attacks were so sharp and vicious that they were frightening and made one's scalp tingle.
It was like watching someone insert a bamboo skewer into the gap of a toenail and then violently kick a wall. Although not fatal, just watching it caused a sense of piercing pain.
"..."
However, although Lu Yibei looked quite miserable right now, she didn't seem to be in any life-threatening danger.
Senior Qingji is Lu Yibei's great-great-Grandpa. A Grandpa disciplining his granddaughter falls within the scope of family matters...
At this time, would it be inappropriate for me to intervene? Hua Sang thought.
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During the exchange between Lu Yibei and Qingji, although the buzzing sound of sword colliding with sword echoed in their ears, the muffled explosion of the pale flesh and blood still penetrated the buzzing sound and reached their ears.
The moment they heard the muffled sound of flesh and blood bursting, the two briefly lowered their swords and looked towards Hua Sang's direction. The scene that met their eyes made them both freeze.
Qingji, "..."
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The second before, he was worried that he would disappear with Hu Chuan's sudden death, but the next moment, he realized that he seemed to be completely unaffected.
Is it because of... the urban legend that kid was acting as the Power for?
This is good too, there's still a chance to complete the final guidance for my great-granddaughter-in-law... Qingji thought.
He knew very well that once Lingtai Pure Karma was completed, he would likely disappear, and then he would have no chance to guide this great-granddaughter-in-law anymore.
After all, with his elderly memories, he was originally the abandoned part of existence...
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"The base is almost gone, and he's still here furiously clashing with me, stupid, muddled, human-headed beast-braying!"
Lu Yibei spoke to herself, secretly delighted in her heart. She glanced at her side out of the corner of her eye, froze for a moment, then suddenly turned around and saw Qingji still standing there. Her whole body instantly stiffened.
Qingji twisted his neck and clasped his hands together to loosen his wrists. Accompanied by the crisp 'click-click' sounds of his joints, he spoke slowly, "You just... said who was human-headed beast-braying?"
"Uh, this, I actually..." Lu Yibei opened her mouth, just about to argue, when the sword blade in Qingji's hand had already slashed in front of her.
A strong and sharp sword energy rushed towards her. Lu Yibei's vision went black, and she vaguely heard the name of a dish in her ear. Her mood instantly plunged to rock bottom.
She heard Qingji say, "Wensi Tofu..."
"???"
No, old man, why do you keep picking on those dishes?
Are you implying... that I'm very weak? Lu Yibei thought.
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During the exchange just now, Lu Yibei had vaguely found the corresponding relationship between the names of the dishes that occasionally popped out of Qingji's mouth and the sword moves he was about to perform.
Based on the pattern she had observed so far, the complexity of the ingredient preparation when making the dishes Qingji occasionally mentioned was directly proportional to the sharpness of the corresponding sword moves.
The more complex the cooking process of a dish, the more swift and sharp the corresponding sword move would be.
However, the dish names she had heard before were all home-style dishes such as "Stir-fried Cabbage with Chili", "Braised Pork with Preserved Vegetables", and "Spicy Chicken".
When cooked in normal portions, preparing the ingredients would only require a few dozen cuts at most.
Wensi Tofu, on the other hand, is known for its exquisite knife work, tenderness, purity, and melt-in-your-mouth texture. When making it, a palm-sized piece of tofu needs to be cut horizontally at least eighty-eight times and vertically one hundred and eighty-eight times.
According to the experience she had summarized, this strike would be at least dozens of times sharper and swifter than before!
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"Clang——!"
A piercing buzz erupted.
The instant the sword blades collided, Qingji stepped forward, his wrist skillfully twisted, and the long sword in his hand, adhering to Lingtai Pure Karma, drew a half-circle arc. Then, with the sword hilt forward, he lifted it and pointed it at Lu Yibei's forehead.
Like a dragonfly touching the water, it touched and retracted instantly.
In that instant, vast and majestic power, transmitted through the sword hilt, poured into Lu Yibei's body, filling her limbs and bones. That power ravaged every inch of her flesh and every inch of her bones, then violently erupted at her vital points.
For a moment, Lu Yibei even felt that the core of the urban legend itself was about to be shattered.
Her body floated backward lightly, spinning in mid-air, drawing a beautiful arc.
Although Qingji hadn't used the Reverse-pattern Evil Flower Gu in that strike, Lu Yibei felt that all sounds had disappeared, and the flow of time became incredibly slow at that moment.
The raindrops scattered in the air fell slowly. She could even see the trails left by the raindrops as they pierced through the thick fog.
That feeling was not as if Qingji had used some strange Spell, but rather as if he had cut a small gap in the long river of time.
Is this... a true Calamity level? Lu Yibei thought.
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In the dead silence, after her figure had traveled dozens of meters in mid-air, she heavily smashed onto the ground, bouncing several times, creating a few shallow pits, and then slid further back along the wet road until she hit the mountain wall at the bend of the road.
"Boom——!"
With a loud bang, the light in front of Lu Yibei's eyes gradually dimmed.
"..."
Although she had always thought the Ancestor was as strong as a monster before, this time...
Doesn't he really count as power creep?
Planner, look at him! Lu Yibei thought.
She knew clearly that if Qingji's sword had been the tip pointing at her forehead in that strike, she would be dead now...
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Late night, India.
On the empty helipad, a helicopter bearing a special emblem took off, carrying several Psychic towards the Pashupatinath Temple.
These Psychic were members of a special organization called Aptya.
Aptya is named after the deity "Tritaaptya" in Indian mythology who repels demons, and it is an organization similar to the Night Watch within India.
However, unlike the Night Watch, their daily work can be described as extremely difficult.
After all, in a country with numerous religious sects and beliefs, when encountering urban legend incidents, people are more willing to seek help from temples or use urban legend to defeat urban legend. One can only say...
India has its own folk customs here?
Not long ago, Zhang Huainan sent a message from the God Kingdom of the Code F Monster. After receiving his message, a certain Nameless Book immediately contacted various forces.
During this process, he found that the Pashupatinath Temple had lost contact, so he turned to contact the local Aptya.
Although Aptya is in an awkward position in India, they are also the organization in India most willing to cooperate with the Night Watch's actions.
After receiving the message from Nameless Book, the nearest Aptya outpost to the Pashupatinath Temple immediately dispatched personnel.
...
The helicopter proceeded towards the Pashupatinath Temple. The high-speed rotating rotors made a deafening noise. Under the cover of the noise, several Aptya members freely discussed topics they usually wouldn't dare to talk about in public.
"If you ask me, the Night Watch should have just notified us from the start, and then we would have taken people directly to the Pashupatinath Temple and sealed it off. That way, there wouldn't have been so much trouble."
"I just don't know what's good about believing in urban legend. Giving up the initiative, if it were me, I'd be happy to!"
"Tsk tsk, you guys still don't know? The monks in that broken temple look decent on the surface, but they're better at having fun behind the scenes than anyone. Last time I was on vacation in Hyderabad, I personally saw two monks having a great time twisting with Misses in a nightclub..."
"When did you go to Hyderabad?"
"..." In the silence, the man and his girlfriend exchanged glances, and the atmosphere became very stiff.
The next moment, the helicopter suddenly vibrated violently, and an unusual sound came from the rotors, breaking the silence.
"Damn it, a bird hit the rotor!" The pilot said, half complaining and half explaining, "Minor issue, nothing to worry about."
The helicopter became quiet again.
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A few minutes later.
Inside the cabin, someone suddenly pointed out the window and let out a cry of surprise.
"Everyone look, what the hell is that?!"
They were approaching the Pashupatinath Temple. Everyone looked in the direction he pointed and saw the outline of the temple and the small town settlements around it, as well as some horrifying things.
The sky looked like there were auroras, shimmering with colorful light. Large numbers of birds were circling below the clouds, emitting uncomfortable hissing and screeching sounds.
Attached to their bodies were all sorts of strange items, either with their heads full of plastic straws, or wrapped in nylon fishing nets, or with half of a damaged shopping bag covering their bodies.
That appearance reminded one of the creatures harmed by ocean garbage seen in documentaries.
Looking from afar, it was as if all the garbage from an entire landfill had flown into the sky!
On the ground, a monster, entirely pale, was crawling over the Pashupatinath Temple, moving slowly. It looked like a giant snake, or some kind of worm magnified countless times.
Its body, which looked like sticky flesh and blood, was constantly wriggling, emitting colorful mists of light. From time to time, thick tentacles extended out, attempting to capture the birds flying across the sky.
On its back, the tissue that looked like fluff, when examined closely, turned out to be figures of people.
Those figures were half-merged into the monster's body, presenting various postures, either twisted and struggling, or ferocious and angry, or with their eyes tightly closed as if praying, their expressions devout.
Just looking at them, it felt as if you could hear their death cries.
"Damn it, what the hell is this thing? Do those guys from the Night Watch really think we can deal with this level of urban legend?"
"Stop talking nonsense, Ali, go, hurry up and go back and apply to the organization for the big stuff!"
The helicopter became chaotic, but soon fell silent.
"You... can't go back." The pilot said in a strange voice, slowly turning around. It was then that everyone saw that his hands had somehow merged with the control stick, and on the instrument panel, several strands of pale flesh and blood, like threads, extended out and merged into his chest.
In the dead silence, the helicopter suddenly jolted without warning, as if being dragged by something, and fell towards the ground. However, the expected crash explosion did not occur.
The helicopter seemed to have fallen into a viscous liquid, without causing any ripples or making any sound.
"Woo——!"
A chilling, strange roar echoed above the Pashupatinath Temple.
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Lu Yibei clearly remembered being thrown back by Qingji and hitting the mountain wall, but as her consciousness gradually cleared, she found herself seemingly lying in someone's arms.
She slowly woke up from her daze, feeling excruciating pain all over her body, yet also an indescribable comfort.
That feeling was like getting a Thai massage with a powerful Vajra Palm.
Immediately after, she suddenly felt someone circling her long hair on the top of her head with a finger, then leaning down and blowing a puff of warm, moist air into her ear canal.
Goosebumps covered her body instantly, and her body shivered.
Immediately after, a familiar voice sounded in her ear.
"My Bei Bei, because she couldn't beat the Ancestor, her inner self collapsed from fear and she wants to find a place to cry loudly, boohoohoohoo, so pitiful..."
"Shut up, nonsense, I didn't!" Lu Yibei blurted out, opening her eyes, and saw Chatterbox Girl's cheeky face, realizing she was resting her head on her knees.
"How is it? Have you never tried a lap pillow before? Doesn't it feel good?" Chatterbox Girl smiled, "It's free, a reward for being a loyal customer."
"Oh, right, do you want to try a chest pillow?"
Lu Yibei, "..."
Absolutely not necessary, I just experienced what it feels like to be meat on a chopping board...
Speaking of which, I've perfectly resolved the situation here!
Why did she come out?
