From the Carp that Brings Children to the Celestial Officials

Chapter 397 The lingering ghost
"Oh no! Those black dogs are chasing us again!"

The door to the room was suddenly pushed open, and a boy walked in from outside, his face showing a slight look of panic.

Although they can reincarnate continuously, if they spend this thousand years being hunted down, they may not only fail to achieve perfect Dao heart, but may even develop flaws.

"It's really haunting!"

One of the girls slammed her fist heavily against the door beside her. Despite her delicate hands, the impact sent dust flying off the door frame.

Although these cultivators cannot cultivate in their dreams, they can still use some martial arts techniques to temper their bodies. In the eyes of mortals, they are beings capable of defeating a hundred men.

Unfortunately, the entire world is controlled by that old monster's "Celestial Masters Sect".

Each time they awaken their memories, they immediately become alert if anything shows any abnormality.

The entire world is now searching for the whereabouts of the "Outcasts." As the old monster's control over the world becomes increasingly stringent, it is becoming more and more difficult for them to hide.

"Let's fight them. At worst, we'll be reincarnated and just be more vigilant in our next life."

A boy with a scar near his eye said angrily.

The injuries on his face were from when he was chased by people from the Celestial Masters Sect.

These words immediately created a somber atmosphere among the crowd, mixed with a hint of resentment.

Each time they are reincarnated, it takes them at least ten years to cultivate to the peak of their physical body. Does that mean they will achieve nothing again during these ten years?
“We can be optimistic. That old monster is already very old. In another twenty years, he may die of old age.”

"Even if we can't outlive him in twenty years, we'll wait another twenty years. When he killed me last time, we found that his body was already having problems."

A kind-faced young man spoke slowly.

Although the others were unwilling, that was the situation, and they had no choice but to accept it.

"Ling'er, you are the only one among us who hasn't been discovered by them yet."

"You are now a follower of the Southwest Branch, and this identity is hard-won. You will leave through the secret passage in a moment. If you can kill us and make a name for yourself, you might be able to get closer to that old monster."

A boy who had been silent all along suddenly looked at the girl and spoke.

Waiting for the old monster to die is ultimately passive; who knows how much longer he can live?

If we could seize the opportunity to kill him, perhaps the Celestial Masters Sect would collapse immediately.

The girl wanted to say something more, but suddenly heard the sounds of fighting outside.

The group then lifted a partition in the room, revealing a large hole, and pushed the girl inside.

After everything was restored, the others quickly drew their weapons from various parts of the room, pushed open the door, and rushed outside. In other rooms, many martial artists dressed in tight-fitting clothes also appeared.

Having been killed so many times, they naturally learned their lesson.

If you can establish a sect, you can naturally gather followers.

They taught body-strengthening techniques to trusted individuals, and secretly acquired weapons to slowly increase their strength.

Some people join the "Celestial Masters Sect" to conceal themselves.

"Swish swish."

They had just stepped out of the room when they heard the constant sounds of arrows piercing the air and bowstrings vibrating.

Above the sky, countless arrows fell like locusts.

The boys were agile and their clothes fluttered in the wind. Their blood and energy were so abundant that even their outer garments were billowing.

The arrows landed on them, but were immediately deflected.

Even if one cannot cultivate the Qi Refining Method, the Body Tempering Method, which strengthens blood and qi and opens acupoints, remains unaffected. At most, the effect will be somewhat less due to the lack of special bloodlines and insufficient resources.

"rush out!"

A young man took the lead, took off his outer garment, and with a shake of his hand, it seemed to scatter countless arrows in front of him like a dark cloud.

Then, with a swift movement, like a wisp of green smoke, he rushed out of the courtyard in the blink of an eye.

Outside the courtyard, hundreds of Celestial Masters Taoist followers, clad in leather armor and wielding long spears and crossbows, formed a square formation.

The dark mass of people resembled an iron tide.

When he saw these people, his eyes grew even colder, and he swept his longsword horizontally.

A faint blue light appeared on the blade, and the ordinary hundred-forged steel sword swept across the necks of more than a dozen people like a peerless divine weapon.

Blood spurted out, and these people instantly clutched their necks and collapsed to the ground.

Behind him, the other youths and martial artists brandished their swords and slashed at the arrows, their feet flying like a sharp blade, trying to carve the group apart.

But there are too many of these Celestial Masters sect followers.

Even as people died one after another in front, those behind still lined up, weapons raised, shouting in unison, their voices rolling and shaking people's hearts.

No matter how they charged, there was always a steady stream of Celestial Masters followers who came forward to surround them.

Even though these teenagers and martial artists were all capable of taking on a hundred men, they still suffered repeated injuries during the constant encirclement and attack.

"You traitors, prepare to die!"

As their situation became increasingly critical, a young girl suddenly shouted from among the [Celestial Masters Sect] members, and then thrust her spear toward the heart of the boy with a cinnabar mark between his eyebrows.

Her face was filled with gritted teeth and anger, but a hint of pain lurked in her eyes.

But in order to kill that old monster, she had no other choice.

The boy with cinnabar in his hair was about to thrust his sword, but when he saw that it was a girl attacking, his movements slowed down. He even deliberately exposed his chest to meet the spear.

In the blink of an eye, the spearhead was already at the boy's heart.

"See you in the next life. I hope the old monster will be dead by then."

A resolute glint flashed in the eyes of the young man with cinnabar, but his heart was filled with a sense of righteous indignation.

However, he waited for several breaths, but the spear did not pierce his chest.

On the contrary, the girl's figure seemed to be bound by an invisible force, frozen in mid-air.

"what?"

The vermilion-clad youth's pupils contracted as he watched this scene; the old monster's power had actually increased again!
Such power is not uncommon in the real world, but in this place devoid of spiritual energy and where cultivation is impossible, it is nothing short of a miracle.

No, this is a true miracle.

Upon witnessing this scene, the black-clad cult members' eyes gleamed with fanaticism.

The reason they were so fearless was that they truly believed their Celestial Master was a deity, and that after their death they would enter the heavenly realm and enjoy boundless blessings.

"I said, we need to capture them alive."

An aged voice came from behind the crowd. Upon hearing this voice, the faces of several teenagers changed drastically, and they immediately put their longswords to their necks, intending to commit suicide.

Otherwise, they would be thrown into prison and subjected to countless tortures.

(End of this chapter)