The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 28 Kunpeng and Luoshen Painting

"Boom!" A strange roar exploded within the dark cloud, and four kinds of gorgeous light—black, white, purple, and gold—intertwined.

At the very center of the light, three figures trembled, and then their expressions changed drastically!
"Not good!" A clear voice came from the ground, and then someone leaped up and arrived next to the villager who was hanging in the air in an instant.

The power of the spirits spread at an alarming speed, forming a thick energy shield that blocked the aftershocks of the explosion at the most critical moment.

"Pfft!" Three figures flew backward from the dark clouds. Xu Banxian spat out a mouthful of blood, making his already dark lips look even more eerie. Feng Ling and the woman couldn't help but ooze blood from the corners of their mouths. Although they weren't as disheveled as Xu Banxian, they weren't much better off!

"Kill the strongest one first!" A fierce glint swept across the three figures, and in the end, Gui Lingzi chose the mysterious woman in white.

With a whooshing sound, a ghostly blue claw rapidly approached. The white-clad woman, her body flying backward, revealed a resolute look in her eyes. High in the air, with nowhere to gain leverage, it was clear that she wouldn't have enough time to adjust herself.

Gritting her teeth, she blocked with the Purple Frost Sword in her hand, and in the next instant, the woman's pupils suddenly contracted.

A bewitching blue claw slowly enlarged, and an aura of death permeated the entire body!

No one noticed that a figure was approaching from behind the woman at an incredible speed.

With a leap into the air, a long spear with a fiery red tassel pierced through the air!

"Ah!" Thick smoke rose into the sky from the explosion, followed by a chilling wail.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, and many sighed inwardly, "What a pity for this righteous young woman!"

Immediately, the thick smoke subsided, and the rescued villagers stared in disbelief and horror, glancing around instinctively with strange expressions on their faces.

"Damn it...who are you?"

Drops of eerie black blood trickled down the fangs and landed on the outstretched claws. Gui Lingzi's body trembled violently, his blue ghost eyes fixed on the man in hemp clothing who was holding the woman around the waist.

"Hiss!" Everyone gasped, peering through the faint firelight filtering through the thick smoke.

In mid-air, the man with flowing black hair and an imposing presence held a red-tasseled fire-tipped spear in one hand. The spear tip was firmly embedded in Gui Lingzi's brow, while Gui Lingzi's outstretched ghost claws could not reach the two of them!
"Ah! That damned Ghost Curse... why did it have to activate at this time?"

A flash of red light appeared, and a terrified cry came from behind. A fierce glint of resentment flashed in Gui Lingzi's eyes as he quickly retreated.

He thought to himself, "Since I failed to kill this woman, killing those two old bastards wouldn't be a bad idea!"

The man stared at the ghost spirit, who was turning around like a mad dog and attacking the old man who was resisting the ghost yin curse, and a strange, unnatural look flashed in his eyes.

This man is none other than Feng Ling in his true form!
"Have you hugged enough?"

A cold yet sweet voice rang out, interrupting Feng Ling's dazed state.

Subconsciously releasing his left hand, Feng Ling turned around and gave the white-clad woman, whose pretty face was slightly flushed, an awkward smile.

"There was a moment of crisis just now, I meant no offense!"

Feng Ling didn't offer much explanation, nor did she encounter the unreasonable behavior she had imagined.

"Yes. Thank you..."

The mysterious woman in white glanced at Feng Ling with a complicated expression, nodded in agreement, turned and left, disappearing into the night in no time.

She was certain that with this person present, the hanged ghost would be subdued, and she wouldn't need to intervene further.

Little did she know that Feng Ling's actual cultivation level was only at the seventh level. The sudden attack that severely injured Gui Lingzi was merely a feint created for everyone present by using the "Shifting Stars" movement technique combined with the skillful use of minimal force to deflect a great weight!
"This aloof woman seems quite special!" Feng Ling's thoughts stirred slightly. From the woman's departing figure, he sensed the assassin's ruthless aura, just like himself in his past life.

Without pausing, Feng Ling descended towards the villagers on the ground while silently observing the battle situation in the air.

If he were to risk abandoning his avatar, he was confident he could severely injure Gui Lingzi, and then his main body could seize the opportunity to kill him completely!

Trading an eighth-level ghost spirit clone for a near-tenth-level ghost body... what a bargain!
"Ah!" A scream rang out, and Xu Banxian was enveloped in a ball of black and gold light and flew backward at high speed. A stream of blood fell from a hundred meters in the air and the smell of blood filled the air.

Without the shield formed by the Nine Heavens Demon-Slaying Curse, Ghost Spirit Child's claw would have killed him several times over while he was using his internal energy to resist the Ghost Yin Curse!
"hateful!"

Ling Weiyun's clone let out a furious roar, unleashing a surge of demonic power to suppress the red light that was trying to break free from his neck.

The intense feeling of suffocation caused even the ground itself to feel suffocated.

"And you old codger, come and taste my claws too!"

After using Xu Banxian as a punching bag, Gui Lingzi turned around and let out a wicked laugh. Then, a series of afterimages rushed towards Ling Weiyun's clone at high speed.

"Old lady..." the villagers below roared hoarsely, tears streaming down their faces. Feng Ling watched silently from the side, feeling very gratified.

"Pfft!" A sound of blood spitting out came from the aged figure. Everyone burst into tears, turning their heads away, unable to bear to look. They were afraid to see that scene...

Already under the influence of the Ghost Yin Curse, and now distracted by the fight, how much strength can he possibly muster to catch those terrifying, ghostly blue claws?
"What is that?" Feng Ling looked up at the night sky where his clone was, and noticed a faint light slowly growing stronger. A thought immediately struck him. Then, a look of surprise appeared in Feng Ling's eyes.

"Cancan! Go to hell..."

Ghost Spirit pressed his advantage, his ghostly face growing even more ferocious as he looked at the aged figure. A pair of ghostly claws, wreathed in corrosive energy, came flying through the air, as if he wanted to take advantage of the situation and kill the old man.
Everyone closed their eyes in grief, believing that the old man would not escape this calamity.

Unexpectedly, a sudden change occurred!
A brilliant light shone in the night sky, as if a dazzling star had risen. Then, a magnificent and enormous scroll of colorful light joyfully floated and fluttered from the old man's body. Faintly, a golden phantom with outstretched wings coiled around it.

"Ah! The Kunpeng and Luoshen Painting..."

Gui Lingzi let out a terrified howl, as if he had seen a ghost. He forcibly stopped in his tracks and retreated wildly in a gust of wind, trying to escape.

But... is it possible to escape?

The colorful scroll was like a will-o'-the-wisp moving with the wind; no matter how the ghost spirit tried to escape, it was ultimately suppressed by the colorful light it emitted.

"Wow!"

The phantom emitted a clear cry, and the terrified blue figure disappeared into the painting. Immediately afterward, the red light dissipated, and the Ghost Yin Curse was easily broken.

The scroll slowly shrank and flew back into the old man's withered hands, leaving behind a group of blank stares.

"Phew!" Both of Feng Ling's bodies breathed a sigh of relief, finally having dealt with this demon. He glanced at the scroll in his hand, a faint emotional fluctuation emanating from it.

This is the feeling of being connected by blood!

By sheer chance, Feng Ling obtained this mysterious painting of a roc spreading its wings, and by yet another chance, he successfully stained it with blood and refined it!

Meanwhile, at the Wang family compound, a crisp "bang" echoed from the dilapidated ruins. Upon closer inspection, it was the strange beam that had turned into a wisp of foul-smelling black smoke and dissipated with the wind!
For ease of reference and reader identification, Feng Ling's clone will still be called Ling Weiyun. While reading, just remember his true identity! Otherwise, the main plot after entering the Jade Purity Sect will become chaotic.

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