Free Web NovelChapter 1850: Chapter 1055: Where There’s a Will, There’s a Way_2
Nalan Shuo and the others were aware of Tong Han’s relationship with him. With Tong Han’s testimony, this matter became even more credible, and the Patrol Defense Office would hold the Ghost Sect accountable, while he just counted as dying in vain.
It’s not entirely in vain, as the Jiu Mountain Family would use his death to make a big fuss.
This is merely speculation, but it cannot be denied that the possibility is very high. Another guess is that Jiushan Cangxuan also couldn’t confirm what exactly this treasure on him was, so he remained inactive to see his reaction when he realized the Wordless Heavenly Scripture was stolen.
If his reaction was intense anger followed by swallowing this dumb loss, it would indicate normalcy. However, if he fled in sheer panic, it would prove that he had a guilty conscience; otherwise, why would he run without reason? This garment definitely has major issues.
It must be like this; otherwise, given Jiushan Cangxuan’s abilities, why wouldn’t he modify his memory? It’s not difficult for him.
If Jiushan Cangxuan decided to act, he wouldn’t even know he lost the Wordless Heavenly Scripture. Knowing this proves it was Jiushan Cangxuan’s deliberate act, aiming to cast a long line to catch a big fish.
At the same time, Yang Xiao recalled Elder Sheng, the dean, once telling him about the supreme treasure, Hundred Demons Coffin Clothes, which the world knows very little about. After all, it hasn’t appeared for nearly three hundred years, so even some top-level experts don’t know its details; few people can recognize it.
As one of the top authorities in treasure appraisal of the current age, he chose to believe Elder Sheng.
With this thought, Yang Xiao’s mind was suddenly clear, further strengthening his judgment. He could confirm that his every move was under the surveillance of the Jiu Mountain Family experts. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
Playing by ear, Yang Xiao knew what to do; he pretended to be furious, slammed his fist on the bed, got up in a huff, ready to confront Jiushan Cangxuan, demanding the Wordless Heavenly Scripture. Direct and straightforward actions are the best way to resolve this deadlock.
Nalan Shuo once taught him not to fear making the situation big. The bigger the waves, the more valuable the fish; the larger the commotion, the safer he would be.
Once determined, Yang Xiao immediately summoned the Soul-Capturing Mirror. Yet, just as the mirror appeared in his hand, his brows furrowed, as if he suddenly noticed something. In the next moment, his figure flashed and vanished from sight.
He arrived in the Mirror World, cautiously pushed open the secret room’s door, only to find the Mirror Ghost sitting by the bed, turned to the side with its back to him and the Wordless Heavenly Scripture placed in front.
This scene sent a chill down Yang Xiao’s spine. He never imagined the Mirror Ghost was the one who stole the book.
And the Mirror Ghost showed no reaction to Yang Xiao’s arrival, remaining motionless, not even raising its head. For a moment, Yang Xiao dared not act rashly.
He attempted to order the Mirror Ghost to stand up, but there was no response at all. To him, the current Mirror Ghost was like a stranger ghost.
His mind raced rapidly, and Yang Xiao realized this matter had nothing to do with Jiushan Cangxuan; he had misunderstood. There’s only one possibility for the Mirror Ghost losing control: it was influenced by the Source Ghost in the Wordless Heavenly Scripture, at least for now.
But Yang Xiao couldn’t understand; the Wordless Heavenly Scripture was supposed to be the good sister’s magic artifact, already controlled by her. How could it suddenly lose control?
But now, there was no room for much thought, as the situation hadn’t reached an irreparable stage yet. If the Mirror Ghost lost control and escaped with the Wordless Heavenly Scripture, that would be a big problem.
Indeed, this book is no simple matter; no wonder it ranks among the six untradable secrets of the Taoist Sect, actually subverting the Mirror Ghost behind his back.
With a thought, the Ghost Lantern appeared in his left hand. As the green light lit up the entire secret room, Yang Xiao hadn’t yet found the silhouette of the Source Ghost, nor had the right-hand Human Bone Staff detected a single trace of evil intent. This secret room was... very clean.
Without hesitation, Yang Xiao struck out with a staff, directly knocking down the Mirror Ghost. To ensure the Mirror Ghost lost its ability to resist, Yang Xiao ruthlessly gave two more blows.
Seeing the Mirror Ghost fall stiffly, confirming safety, Yang Xiao then cautiously approached. He saw the Wordless Heavenly Scripture spread open on the bed, its pages shrouded in mist.
He instantly realized this book had been used, just recently. The Mirror Ghost actually used this book to foresee the future.
Yang Xiao instinctively reached out, wanting to touch the Wordless Heavenly Scripture. He was eager to know what question the Mirror Ghost had foreseen and what kind of future it saw from the book.
And just as his hand touched the book, the mist originally enveloping the pages suddenly dispersed, and the scene emerging from the book made his whole body boil.
He saw a man draped in red, of extraordinary appearance, manipulating a Big Red Ghost Coffin, endlessly extracting spiritual power from the Ghost Coffin and squandering it.
At the same time, bursts of women’s cries emerged from the Ghost Coffin, like pleas for mercy.
Such exquisite technique, unparalleled in beauty—the peerless formidable one couldn’t be anyone else but him!
At this moment, Yang Xiao understood everything; Mirror Ghost used the Wordless Heavenly Scripture to foresee his own future.
And on that future day, indeed, Yang Xiao realized his desires, wrangling the Hundred Demons Coffin Clothes, suppressing the female demon of the Heavenly Water Pavilion, and sealing her back into the Big Red Ghost Coffin, extracting her spiritual power to nourish himself, ultimately achieving the status of unmatched mighty force.
"Well, well, well, I just knew, me, Yang Xiao, enduring humiliation and bearing burdens, capable of flexibility, will eventually await the day for vengeance!" The perennial humiliating life didn’t break Yang Xiao’s spine; instead, it tempered him into more resilience.
"Where there’s a will, there’s a way; risk all for success, and finally Qin will belong to Chu."
"The diligent are not forsaken by Heaven; after enduring hardship, three thousand soldiers of Yue can swallow Wu."
But before Yang Xiao could be inspired to compose a poem, a sudden change in front caught him off guard. In a daze, the images on the Wordless Heavenly Scripture altered.
The cries from the Big Red Ghost Coffin stopped unknown when, and simultaneously, in the imagery, the self, controlling the Ghost Coffin and conquering everywhere, turned his head, looked at the self beyond the scene, and showed a sinister smile.
The unforeseen shift made Yang Xiao’s heart sink, almost simultaneously, a freezing cold breath appeared behind him, and the secret room’s temperature sharply dropped to below zero.
Suddenly realizing something, Yang Xiao immediately changed his expression, threw the book onto the ground, then fiercely stomped on it, cursing angrily with each stamp: "It’s detestable to attempt to lure me into harming the good sister, do you really take me, Yang Xiao, for a fickle villain?!"
"What kind of person is the sister, owner of the Heavenly Water Pavilion, the admired heroine by all, how could she be fooled by such petty tricks? My sincere heart for the sister is evident to heaven and earth! I..."
Speaking thus, Yang Xiao kept silent, not because of running out of words, but because he couldn’t speak anymore, as a pair of plain white hands had already rested on his shoulders.
Yang Xiao felt half of his body being frozen, unable to move, only capable of sensing those hands gradually sliding towards his neck.
"Sister, don’t fall for the scoundrel’s schemes! My wholehearted sincerity to sister, I..."
In the next instant, a disharmonious sound arose, like a tape recorder, the previously fallen Mirror Ghost, unaware of when, climbed back up, holding the Ghost phone.
The sound from the Ghost phone’s receiver was unruly, filled with a great sense of delight from revenge: "Well, well, well, I just knew, me, Yang Xiao, enduring humiliation and bearing burdens, capable of flexibility, will eventually await the day for vengeance!"
"Where there’s a will, there’s a way; risk all for success, and finally Qin will belong to Chu."
"The diligent are not forsaken by Heaven; after enduring hardship, three thousand soldiers of Yue can swallow Wu."
Yang Xiao’s suspended heart ultimately died, and when looking at the Mirror Ghost again, both hands holding the Ghost phone, hair parted in the middle, face grinning flatteringly. Yang Xiao never expected that his image could one day be so wretched.
In the next moment, a hand pressed Yang Xiao’s head, another grabbed his neck, turning left hand clockwise and right hand counterclockwise. This was tough on Yang Xiao; even in childhood, he dared not wind toys like this.
Only after five or six rotations, Yang Xiao, with barely half a breath left, was thrown into the Big Red Ghost Coffin, with a "bang," the coffin lid closed, and outside instantly resonated with sounds of music and singing, as if joyfully sending off.
