The Fairy: From the Traveling Merchant

Chapter 912 Xue Bailing

Zhao Chen wielded a flying sword of magical artifact quality, its sword light tracing a beautiful trajectory as it swiftly neutralized the numerous spells cast by the three undead souls.

These three undead souls were said to have the cultivation level of the eighth level of magic power, but since they only had instinct left, their movements were actually extremely rigid, and the spells they used were just the same few over and over again. They were okay to deal with magic power cultivators without inheritance, but for Zhao Chen, even if they were disguised as a collateral descendant of the Wang family with the sixth level of magic power and using the "Ethereal Sword Song" which he had only learned a few days ago, he could still easily defeat them if he got serious.

However, Zong Fangqing, the head of the Zong family, was unaware of all this. In his eyes, although the Wang family boy's swordsmanship was impressive, he was only able to hold his own against three dead souls. If he put in a little more effort, he might be able to defeat him.

But he does indeed have a trump card up his sleeve!
However, Zong Fangqing still hesitated. He glanced at the Peng family members who were driven into a corner, especially Peng Qi, who was now in grave danger and had almost been struck by magic several times, nearly losing his life...

"I heard that 'White Spirit Sword' really likes Peng Qi as his disciple. The fact that he hasn't come to save him even now shows that Xue Bailing really didn't come!"
"In that case..."

Thinking of this, and seeing that Zhao Chen had actually rescued Meng Zhenshou and several other elders of the Night South with a single attack, and that they were now on the verge of joining forces, Zong Fangqing finally made up his mind and took out a coffin made of spirit wood from his storage bag.

As soon as the talisman on the coffin lid was lifted, a terrifying pressure of primordial energy spread in all directions, causing every cultivator who sensed it to feel their legs go weak and to feel fear and dread.

But this didn't affect Zhao Chen. Firstly, he had the ability to "shield fear," so even before he became a cultivator, he wasn't afraid of mere Yuan Qi pressure. Secondly, the thing in the coffin was at most at the Gang Sha Perfection realm, something that could be easily crushed. What was so scary about it?
Bang!

The coffin lid was blown off from the inside, and then a burly figure nearly three meters tall jumped out of the coffin, letting out a roar that was not human.

"Tsk tsk, a corpse of a martial artist who has reached the peak of Gang Sha... This Zong Fangqing really did get the fate of the Demonic Sect. No wonder I saw some shadows of the 'Thirteen Yin Spirit Swords' in his swordsmanship. It's a pity that he used this swordsmanship in a bad way before, probably to cover it up. Otherwise, he might not have lost to the 'Flying Fox Sword Technique'."

While Zhao Chen was sighing inwardly, the town guard Meng anxiously transmitted his voice: "Young Master Wang, be careful! This corpse refiner is the great hero Huli Hu. He is a rogue cultivator from Jizhou who has reached the peak of the Gang Sha realm. He mainly cultivates 'Battle Techniques' and stayed in Qizhou for several years, making quite a name for himself. Until a few years ago, he suddenly disappeared. Everyone thought he had left Qizhou, but they never expected that he had been poisoned by the main family!"

Before achieving supernatural powers, martial arts practitioners who cultivate "Battle Techniques" indeed lack effective means to deal with intangible things like ghosts. In addition, if they are caught off guard, it is not unacceptable for them to be defeated unexpectedly.

As Zhao Chen nodded, he saw the refining corpse roar and charge towards him. Suddenly, his sword light changed, no longer as swift as the wind, but like a light drizzle, it continued to attack the enemy on the other side.

Faint, ethereal music and singing could be heard from all around.

This is a Yin Sha spell called "Song of Drizzle" from the Wang family's side branch martial art "Ethereal Sword Song". It can be combined with "Sword Flicking Mad Song", "Ethereal Sword Shield", "Gentle Breeze Sword Robe" and "Ethereal Sword Qi" to form a fourth-grade divine power called "Ethereal Formless Sword".

Although Zhao Chen was only a beginner, he had the prerequisite spell "All Things in the Universe" and his swordsmanship was even higher than that of ordinary supernatural masters, so his imitation was quite decent.

At least those three souls with eighth-level magical power were so bewildered by the singing and music of "Song of Drizzle" that they couldn't find Zhao Chen's whereabouts for a while.

With his hands free, he naturally threw another sword, aiming straight at the lunging corpse, but the flying sword was caught by the corpse with its bare hands and snapped in two with a "crack".

Seeing this, Zong Fangqing showed a contemptuous expression and mocked, "This corpse refining used a lot of precious materials. In addition, Hulu has mastered body refining. Ordinary eighth and ninth level spells can't do anything to him. Even if you, a sixth level cultivator, have a good inheritance, what can you do?"
"Heh, this was originally prepared for Xue Bailing, but unfortunately, Young Master Wang, you 'stumbled into hell' and deserve this calamity!"

The sudden appearance of Zhao Chen had put considerable pressure on him, and he only relaxed now, which is why he couldn't help but utter a sarcastic remark. Of course, Zong Fangqing's words were also intended to disturb Zhao Chen's composure and suppress his momentum.

Meanwhile, Meng Zhenshou and several other renowned figures from Ye Nan also showed expressions of despair. After all, once "Young Master Wang" was defeated and killed, they would likely be destined to be refined by the formation composed of the four black banners.

But at that moment, Zhao Chen curled his lips, turned his head and looked at a corner outside the black banner, completely ignoring the corpses that were already close at hand, and said loudly: "If you don't come out, I will deal with these dead souls and corpses, and then all your plans will be in vain."

Upon hearing his words, everyone around was taken aback, and then looked towards the corner where Zhao Chen was looking, but they couldn't find anyone.

Zong Fangqing sneered, "There's no need to show off such childish tricks. It seems that Young Master Wang has truly run out of ideas!"

Zhao Chen sighed, "You're completely being played like a puppet without even realizing it... It's pathetic, and it's also hateful!"

Before he finished speaking, a dazzling light emanated from his sleeve, instantly annihilating all the magically powerful spirits in the courtyard. Then, before his fist could strike Zhao Chen's body, it swiftly and decisively crushed the corpse's head, heart, and all other vital organs.

In the blink of an eye, the situation completely reversed, leaving everyone present dumbfounded, feeling as if they were dreaming.

Because this is the power of "supernatural abilities"!

Zhao Chen then spoke again leisurely, "If you don't come out soon, I'm going to destroy those four black banners as well!"

"Ugh!"

Just then, a woman's sigh rang out, and then a slender figure dressed in plain white clothes emerged from the mist swirling around the black banners.

"Senior Xue?"

"Xue Bailing?!"

"White Spirit Sword!"

The cultivators who recognized the person immediately spoke up.

But the "White Spirit Sword" ignored them. Her beautiful eyes were full of "melancholy" as she said softly, "Why can't you just obediently let Zong Fangqing perform a blood sacrifice, and then I will take revenge for you, so that I can gain both fame and the benefits of the blood sacrifice?"

(End of this chapter)