Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 238, page 029: The Cuckoo's Cry of Blood
The ashes, drawn by some mysterious force, transformed into chains that shot out of the brazier and soared into the sky like menacing spider lilies, accompanied by eerie blue flames, gathering in the night sky and coalescing into a ball.

The decree spread outwards, and crimson fireworks bloomed in the sky. Faintly, one could hear a woman's shrill scream echoing in the air from within the mysterious crimson power.

"It has actually reached the level of taking human form..." Sanshui looked up at the gradually forming destiny in the sky. Its whole body was covered in dark blue flames, and crimson electricity was running around it. It had no facial features and was just a humanoid frame supported by ashes and embers.

Jin Ziyue's right eyelid twitched slightly. The opponent's energy seemed to have increased significantly. The surging energy stirred the night wind, and the faint smell of blood could be detected in the air.

The humanoid figure in the air slowly descended, and when it touched the ground, the invisible aura spread out like ripples.

Jin Ziyue stood with his knife in hand, took a step forward, and blocked San Shui Linxin's path.

A sharp pain shot through his head, and unknown information flooded into his senses like a bursting torrent:

The cuckoo cries blood.

In ancient times, a wise king perished and transformed into a bird that returned home, crying mournfully every night and dying with resentment. Its remaining soul wandered the world, its resentment undiminished for thousands of years, accumulating hatred into malevolence, and it survived by devouring the souls and fates of its hosts.

They absorb the surrounding resentment, forming vengeful spirits that obey commands.

Imperial edict.

characteristic:
Emperor of the Vast Sea: The only decree in the world.

The emperor's command is as firm as heaven: it intimidates, controls, and commands those below the emperor, but is ineffective against commands belonging to the same emperor.

"In the end, you chose to stand against me, Fate Chaser."

Its voice was androgynous, carrying a faint sense of authority, like a cold-blooded executioner.

Jin Ziyue's expression remained unchanged as he said, "Your anger is too strong. If you don't control it, it will only burn you in the end."

"Heh heh heh, can a cold-blooded person also be overflowing with compassion?" The other person's smile was laced with sarcasm. "This is not like you. A few days ago, I would have had to be very careful when dealing with you."

Jin Ziyue could tell from the guy's arrogant tone that it had increased in power in a short period of time, which was why it dared to appear in front of him so brazenly.

"But now, I have no reason to be afraid anymore, so our cooperation ends here."

"Cooperation?" Sanshui looked at Jin Ziyue with a thoughtful expression.

[The Cuckoo's Cry of Blood] raised an eyebrow and said sarcastically:
"Yes, I gave him a heads-up, telling him you were an imposter and hoping you would fight each other. Who would have thought that a cold-blooded killer would also be obsessed with women? But it's good, because he shifted his attention to you, which gave me the opportunity to take advantage of the situation, storm into Fuling Temple, and devour the mountain spirits in the back mountain, so that I could truly achieve the transformation."

"Hmm... So, the old monk is probably doomed?" Sanshui Linxin ignored the first half of the sentence and instead became concerned about the greedy monk.

“It’s not that bad. With his abilities, escaping won’t be a problem,” Jin Ziyue said. He clearly remembered that Abbot Long Yi’s command was a rare escape technique called [Golden Cicada Shedding Its Shell].

"Besides, you can come up with such a lame lie so easily, you're nothing special." Sanshui and Eming confronted each other from a distance, their lips curled in disdain.

Jin Ziyue frowned slightly. He knew that the evil spirit's words were not unfounded, but Sanshui Linxin's performance had convinced Jin Ziyue from the bottom of his heart, and it knew that it could not bewitch him, so it had no choice but to change its strategy.

【Dujuan Crying Blood】 said with a mocking expression, “Oh? Is that so? Our young lady still thinks highly of herself. Knowing your fate, I feel a little sorry for you.” After saying that, she covered her mouth with the back of her hand, but a more amused smile appeared on her face.

San Shui's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly, but his aura remained undiminished as he said, "What a joke."

“It’s disturbing your mind.” Jin Ziyue glanced at Sanshui out of the corner of his eye, giving her a supportive look.

"Hmm." Sanshui nodded in response, "This guy is just being disgusting, be careful."

Jin Ziyue also knew that [The Cuckoo's Cry of Blood] had been interfering with the two people's minds and disrupting their tacit understanding in a seemingly unintentional manner. However, these words contained a great deal of information, and with the girl's intelligence, it was impossible for her not to notice.

At this moment, the soft light beneath Sanshui Linxin's feet continued to converge towards the array's core, then sublimated into pure soul energy, nourishing her soul.

The girl felt her long-lost abilities returning, and a hint of confidence flashed in her eyes: "If we're going to settle this tonight, then I'll play along to the end."

After saying that, the illusory figure beside him slowly materialized. The tall martial artist stepped forward steadily, with a slender knife at his right waist. His hand with distinct knuckles rested on the hilt of the knife. His dress swayed without wind, and his long black hair was tied in a bun. His clogs made a soft creaking sound as he walked.

The swordswoman was a woman, but her face was concealed beneath a strange mask, with only her yellow, crystalline eye sockets providing any view. She slowly drew her longsword, its silvery gleam cascading like a clear spring onto the grass.

Jin Ziyue glanced at Sanshui with some surprise; she was clearly more adept at controlling the sword attendant.

Sanshui noticed his gaze, glanced at him smugly, and said, "What, you're allowed to improve, but I'm not allowed to secretly become stronger?"

"No."

[The cuckoo cries blood] She snorted coldly and said, "Flirting even when death is imminent, who wins and who loses, you can try it and see."

Having said that, it seemed to have no interest in communicating. With a wave of its hands, wisps of blue smoke rose from the grass, and the faint wails of vengeful spirits could be heard. [The Cuckoo's Cry of Blood] possesses the ability to manipulate vengeful spirits. In the surrounding desolate wilderness, where countless people have died over the centuries, the souls that slumbered underground have awakened under its power and are now wandering among the fields.

The wailing and howling made Sanshui feel uneasy. She couldn't see the fate decree, but this vengeful spirit seemed to be the vessel of the soul and the fate decree. So, in the dim moonlight, she could vaguely glimpse the vengeful spirit drifting like wisps of smoke.

Jin Ziyue, on the other hand, was able to barely discern the location and number of evil spirits by using the energy emanating from Mingci.

In the blink of an eye, the evil spirits swarmed together like sardines, quickly numbering in the hundreds and thousands, surrounding the ancestral home of Sanshui and emitting deafening wails.

"Come on, let me see what kind of sparks can be produced by the combined efforts of the renowned Fate Master and the Spirit Communicator."

【The Cuckoo Cries Blood】With a smile on her lips and her hands outstretched, the wandering evil spirits seemed to receive a command, and hundreds and thousands of evil spirits seemed to turn a corner and rush over like a giant dragon sweeping its tail.

Evil spirits are the vessels of destiny and soul. They have no physical form, and their weak energy is insufficient to support them in touching physical objects, so they cannot attack physical objects. However, they plunder souls and destiny. Once entangled, they are like a swarm of bees that can penetrate anywhere, or a swarm of locusts that can leave nothing but desolation in their wake.

"Roar--"

Countless evil spirits blotted out the sky and the moon. As they surged, it was as if you could see their claws scratching and thousands of mouths howling in unison, densely covering the entire field of vision.

(End of this chapter)