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Chapter 307 A Close Call: Parasites [Part 1]

If it weren't for the facts, none of them would have imagined that Kuang San, who had always been so caring towards Kuang Tu, would disregard their master-disciple relationship and resolutely abandon Kuang Tu to escape alone when faced with danger.

"Ye Jin, it's dangerous here. I'll take you and Kuang Tu out first, and then I'll take good care of him."

"Yes. Senior Brother Feng, please be careful!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Ling nodded, waved his hand to disperse the energy of the corrupted and tainted barrier fragments, and quickly made a hand seal to send Ye Jin and the other person out of the main vortex.

After doing all this, Feng Ling focused his attention on the shadowy figure and Kuang San, quietly wiping away a trace of blood that had spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Clearly, Feng Ling suffered minor injuries from taking a whip from the shadowy figure, but he felt it was worth it to save Kuang Tu and Ye Jin's lives.

"Tsk tsk, you dodged pretty fast! You old bastard, if you dare hurt me, I'll sacrifice you to the heavens first!"

The dark figure glanced left and right, its gaze finally settling on the left side of the ravine. It let out a sinister laugh and dragged its gray-white whip as it approached Elder Kuang step by step.

"Hiss, hiss..."

The long whip emitted a corrosive stench where it touched the ground, and the death aura enveloping the black figure was violently depleted, revealing the figure of a woman in palace attire.

"Qinglan! You're still alive!?" Upon seeing the woman's face, Elder Kuang was shocked. His aura surged wildly, and a cold light flashed in his hand, but quickly disappeared without a trace, replaced by an energy hand blade.

Because the wide robe obscured part of his vision, Feng Ling guessed that the sudden flash of cold light should be Elder Kuang's natal magic weapon, but he didn't know why it was taken back as soon as it was summoned.

What puzzled Feng Ling even more than these perplexing behaviors was that Elder Kuang had only recently broken through to the thirteenth level, yet the intensity of the energy fluctuations he had just released momentarily reached the peak level of the thirteenth level!

"Bang! Bang bang!" Gas explosions erupted as the azure hand blade clashed violently with the gray whip.

Kuang Sanjiang's hand-to-hand combat skills were superb; even when he was at a significant disadvantage, he showed no signs of defeat.

Suddenly, the veteran soldier took a risky move, holding his blade horizontally to withstand a whip strike. He realized that although the opponent's attack was fierce and unparalleled, it lacked follow-up strength and was not flexible enough in changing moves. He immediately noticed something was wrong.

"Something's wrong! Your aura is unstable, and your joints are stiff like a puppet. You're not Qinglan; you're a parasitic ghost who's skilled at manipulating the bodies of the dead!"

Parasite ghost?
Upon hearing this, Feng Ling's pupils contracted slightly, and he subconsciously glanced at his own shadow, his heart filled with turmoil.

I don't know when,

His shadow silhouette

It actually transformed into the appearance of a woman!
Legend has it that parasitic ghosts possess two kinds of insidious curses that are impossible to guard against: one is concealment, and the other is parasitism.

Feng Ling first encountered the parasitic ghost in the Ghost Bamboo Forest. At that time, he broke two ghost Yin curses and left, thinking he had gotten rid of it, but he did not expect that he would still be affected by it.

"Sever!" Feng Ling shouted, dispelling the layer of Yin energy imprint attached to the shadow with a hand seal. He was filled with lingering fear.

It had been hiding in the shadows, patiently waiting to take the initiative when I was seriously injured and unprepared. However, Qinglan's epic body appeared unexpectedly, causing it to change its original plan.

“Young friend, this evil spirit is at least at the late stage of level thirteen. While she has just merged into this body, let’s join forces to knock her back to her original form. Otherwise, if she is given the chance to fully adapt to this body, we will only have the chance to run for our lives!” Kuang Lao was gradually unable to hold on, and he looked very flustered. But after confirming that the woman in palace attire was not Qinglan resurrected, he breathed a sigh of relief and then glanced at Feng Ling out of the corner of his eye.

Feng Ling frowned. The other party clearly wanted to share the blame with him. He wanted to refuse, but what the other party was saying was true.

If we miss the best opportunity to strike and allow this parasitic ghost, which uses Qinglan as its host, to fuse and adapt, who knows how far it might grow?

Although Qinglan's body was left as an empty shell due to the departure of the ghost spirit, the death energy within her had accumulated for thousands of years, and her size had long since reached the threshold of legendary status.

Otherwise, no matter how unexpected that whip strike was, it wouldn't have been able to injure Feng Ling.

"Old man, you know quite a lot! Too bad it's too late. I've almost fully integrated with this body, and I'm still grateful to have you as my practice subject! Now that your mission is complete, you can die!"

Just as Feng Ling was pondering that his injuries had almost healed and he could make a move, Qing Lan, who was being controlled by the parasitic ghost, let out a rampant and sinister laugh. Her aura suddenly surged several times over, and a suffocating energy wave exploded and swept across the area.

"Boom!!!" Amidst the earth-shattering explosion, a ball of grayish-white light covered the surrounding area and spread rapidly. Everything in its path melted away like snow in spring, and space distorted and wailed as if a balloon was deflating.

Halfway to epic level!
Feng Ling stared at the wrecked ground, his expression changing slightly. He knew that even if he had been prepared, being hit by an attack of this magnitude would have left him severely injured, if not dead. Moreover, Kuang San couldn't dodge in time and took the hit head-on; he would most likely be dead!
To Feng Ling's surprise, after the dust settled, the place where Kuang San had been was empty, leaving only a pile of crystal fragments.

It must have been through some kind of spatial magic that they were able to escape and save their lives in the face of danger.

"Feng Ling, since you are unwilling to join forces, then this old man will take my leave first. Take care of yourself!"

A faint Daoist voice came from above, and a stream of light somehow passed through the barrier and disappeared into the waters of Potianze Lake.

Ran! ?
Feng Ling stared at this scene with a black line on his forehead. Before he could even think about it, he shivered as if he had been stared at by a venomous snake and subconsciously dodged to the side.

In the next instant, a gray-white sharp light grazed his cheek, shaving off a few strands of hair.

"Feng Ling, it's your turn! You killed my sisters in the haunted house. You should have been slowly possessed by me under the influence of the parasitic blood curse, but I am able to obtain such a beautiful body now, and you deserve a lot of credit for that!"
"For the sake of your handsome face, surrender your life and become a servant, and I will spare your life!"

The parasitic ghost chuckled evilly as she retracted her whip. Her deathly aura enveloped her as she rose into the air, flicking her sleeve to create a gray-white light barrier that sealed off the entire space. She was determined not to allow the situation to repeat itself.

"Kill me? I admit I'm no match for you now, but even if you have the remaining power of an epic-level expert and reach the half-step epic realm, what do I have to fear?"

Feng Ling's eyes flashed with a cold light as he looked up at the parasitic ghost, who had a condescending attitude. Finally, he released the suppression of his cultivation and let his aura rise wildly.

Previously, with Elder Kuang around, even though Feng Ling had obtained the inheritance and made another breakthrough, he still deliberately concealed his cultivation level and suppressed it to the peak of the thirteenth level.

Feng Ling had an inexplicable sense of unease, and it was best not to reveal his true cultivation level in front of Elder Kuang.

But now, with no one around, Feng Ling faced the immense pressure of the parasitic ghost alone. His blood began to boil rapidly, and his cytokines couldn't help but cheer. He could finally fight without holding back!

Every time a creature hatches, it's a new beginning...

The world is full of chaos and troubles; may the sages offer you a pure land for your souls.

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(End of this chapter)