White Bone Demon Trail

Chapter 3 Ending
The man surnamed Zhao was horrified by what he saw, but as a martial arts master who had practiced internal martial arts for many years and had fought with a knife for many years, he naturally had a sense of courage.

Faced with such a bizarre situation, he did not retreat. Instead, he suddenly drew his precious sword, stood up, raised the broadsword high, and was about to bring it down to cut off the ghost's head.

But the man surnamed Duan gave a strange smile, and his silver needle shot out even faster. Even though the man surnamed Zhao was agile, he barely managed to dodge the vital point. He shouted angrily, "Brother Duan! You're possessed!"

The man's thunderous voice did not bring him to his senses in the slightest. Instead, the same smile appeared on the face of the ghost-faced man and the man surnamed Duan, with the corners of his mouth stretching to the corners of his eyes in an exaggerated way, and a pair of blood-red eyes staring straight at him.

The man surnamed Zhao felt his scalp tingle from the stare and, without thinking further, directly raised his precious sword, channeled his inner strength, and slashed at the attacker.

Unexpectedly, the swordsman surnamed Li also had a ghost head crawling on his back, and the ghost, as if out of its mind, raised its sword and slashed at him.

The man surnamed Zhao had no choice but to turn around and defend himself, after all, he had experienced firsthand the skill of the other party's Mingjin sword technique.

The two clashed with swords, one with sweeping, powerful strokes, the other with agile, unpredictable movements, and the fight was evenly matched for a time.

The man surnamed Zhao became anxious. He straightened up and used his footwork to get behind the man surnamed Li, intending to cut off the ghost head.

But when he saw the ghost head clearly, he was suddenly stunned, because the ghost face lying on its back was his own face.

"How could it be my head?"

The man surnamed Zhao was extremely shocked and furious, and he was so angry that he exclaimed, "How could my head be a ghost?"

My head is a person!
Where is my head?
Where's the head?

His questioning grew louder and louder, as if he couldn't wait to prove something. Suddenly, the man surnamed Zhao grabbed his own neck with both hands, twisted it forcefully, and ripped his head off. Holding it up in front of him, he laughed and said:

"My head is human!"

It's a person!

As soon as he finished speaking, his body collapsed to the ground, blood gushing out from his headless neck.

Beside the body of the man surnamed Zhao lay two other corpses, dismembered by a broadsword; these were clearly the two men surnamed Duan and Li.

As the blood flowed into the ground, Bai Wuxiang's figure reappeared. He closed his eyes and regulated the yin energy in his body. The yang energy of human blood surged on the outside, while the yin energy of the spirit was contained within. In this way, he could walk in the world.

"Books often say that monsters and spirits are good at disguising themselves and bewitching people, which is really true."

Bai Wuxiang chuckled. Of the three, the man surnamed Duan was the most knowledgeable about spirits and monsters, and he was also possessed by a precious talisman. The man wielding the sword was as calm and composed as still water, and neither of them were easily bewitched.

Only the man surnamed Zhao who wielded the knife was brave, but this also made him easy to find weaknesses in. Just now, most of my illusion magic was used on him.

The man surnamed Zhao was captivated by the illusion and lost his mind. He was manipulated by the illusion to suddenly attack and kill two unsuspecting companions in reality, and finally ended his own life.

This is the terrifying aspect of ghostly illusions; however, their effectiveness is greatly reduced for those with strong wills or those who are on guard.

Bai Wuxiang's mind sank into his abdomen, where the strange treasure known to mortals as the "Corpse-Nourishing Pearl" shone brightly, absorbing the surrounding resentment. Then, a demonic spell entered his mind.

"Bone Attachment Technique: It allows one to attach resentment to the body of a mortal, thus avoiding the divine eye of cultivators and various forms of prying, and protecting oneself from the harm of yang energy."

"Bone-attachment technique? This doesn't sound like a celestial art at all; it sounds more like a demonic art. Could it be that this strange pearl is a treasure passed down by a demon?"
"It can absorb resentment and transmit techniques; why call it a Corpse-Nourishing Pearl? It should be called a Vengeful Spirit Pearl!"

Bai Wuxiang's heart stirred slightly. This Vengeful Spirit Pearl absorbs resentment and casts demonic arts. If it has enough resentment, wouldn't it be able to cast demonic arts that surpass his own cultivation level?

Moreover, the fact that his skeletal body could become a spirit must be related to this pearl. He looked at the unconscious Old Jiang not far away, and after taking two steps closer, he noticed that the flame on Old Jiang's shoulder had been weakened by three points.

A person as frail as him is naturally an easy target for monsters.

Even if I have no intention of harming him, my yin energy will bring him illness or misfortune if I get close to him.

Bai Wuxiang sighed softly, "Although our mortal fate has been severed, I will help you this time out of consideration for your past relationship with the original owner of this body."

After saying that, he pointed at Lao Jiang's legs, and a series of cracking sounds came from the joints. The broken leg bones in his body were repaired and reconnected, and his joints were straightened. When he woke up, not only would his useless legs be able to walk again, but the illness in his body would also be reduced by three points.

It wasn't that Bai Wuxiang possessed any magical healing or life-saving techniques; it was simply that as a white bone spirit, his understanding of bones far surpassed that of ordinary people. Resetting bones and mending veins was merely a matter of moving a finger.

After all this was done, the sky above the mountain was already beginning to lighten, clearly indicating that dawn was approaching.

Bai Wuxiang stood in the forest gazing at the foot of the mountain, where a faint aura of human presence and death lingered.

He muttered to himself, "Since your wish remains unfulfilled, I will naturally make the trip for you."

These words were spoken to the last lingering attachment to his former self within his body.

The Bai family, once a powerful clan, has fallen to the point of being wiped out in these mountains, with no bloodline left. This feud will not end until the young master of the Bai family has a chance to settle it.

Bai Wuxiang had no longing for the fighting and killing in the human world. He had spent more than ten years in a coma in his previous life, half-awake and half-asleep, which made him cherish his newfound freedom.

Even if he were no longer human, he wouldn't want to lose this freedom.

As a White Bone Demon, if you want to be free, you need strength, cultivation, and Taoist attainment, so that you won't be beaten to death by some powerful person in this world and turn back into a skeleton, suffering that torment again.

After repaying the debts owed to the Bai family, he will retreat to the mountains and wilderness to cultivate in seclusion.

As for how to get revenge, that's also a problem right now.

Bai Wuxiang's eyes moved slightly, his gaze falling on Tian Erzhuang, a man still breathing amidst the pile of corpses.

"Xiaoqu Village, with 148 people, colluded with mountain bandits to seize all the money and grain of the Bai family, and killed all the Bai family members and their servants, totaling 62 people. Only two people survived."

"Does a poor, remote place breed unruly people? I'll go and check on these enemies for you."

As the sun rose, the mountain mist was thick. Golden sunlight shone through the forest mist onto Tian Erzhuang's face. He squinted, rubbed his eyes, opened them, and felt a little heavy-headed.

"How did I end up sleeping on this mountain? Where are the village chief and Dazheng?"

He shook his head, unable to recall anything that had happened the night before.

At this moment, a wave of hunger came from his stomach. Tian Erzhuang stopped thinking about these things and just wanted to go down the mountain to find some food to fill his stomach.

So Tian Erzhuang turned over, patted his buttocks, and shook off the dust. He noticed that his back was itchy, so he scratched it and felt as if he had twisted his spine, which was a little sore.

But he didn't think much of it; it would be strange if his back didn't hurt after sleeping in the mountains all night.

Tian Dazhuang rushed back to the village at the foot of the mountain, unaware that sometimes there was an extra figure behind him.

(End of this chapter)