Chapter 449: Chapter 274: The Old Witch Finally Meets Her Match! Who Will Come Out on Top? (5K Subscription Request)_3
Qi led them into a willow forest.
The mist lingered over the willow forest, and the branches swayed like ghostly claws reaching out to claim lives.
Ahead, they came upon a tall willow tree.
Its branches hung low, like a splendid canopy.
At this point, Qi had slowed her pace.
Beneath the willow, two figures stood.
Both were men clad in golden armor.
The two men were tall and imposing, their golden armor glistening in the distance like Divine Generals.
Qi walked over to them; Duan Yun hid behind another willow, his sword finger ready.
If that girl dared any tricks, he’d send her to the heavens with a finger strike.
But Qi simply waved at the golden-armored guards, and they turned away, disappearing into the night. View the correct content at
Now, Qi was waving them over.
Duan Yun stepped out from behind the tree, still holding his sword finger, followed by Feng Ling’er and Shen Ying.
The little miss hadn’t played any tricks.
"Where did they go?" Feng Ling’er asked softly.
"I sent them to pee," Qi said.
"To pee?"
"I used a hand signal from my master, and they went off to pee. Without that signal, they wouldn’t go even if you blew them up there," Qi said earnestly.
Although it sounded like a joke, the truth was rather sinister.
Because Qi had told them that one of the golden-armored men had already exploded once before.
The living dead of Yellow Jade Island were all under her master’s control.
And beyond the willow tree, there was a house.
The house looked ordinary, but once inside, a passageway leading downwards was immediately apparent.
The passageway led deep underground and was quite wide.
Supposedly with no guards, Qi didn’t slow down.
Shen Ying couldn’t help but wonder, "This place for imprisoning people, it’s only guarded by those two?"
If that was truly the case, the security here was much looser than she had expected.
Qi, seeming somewhat puzzled, said, "Those two are very powerful. Before coming to the island, one was known as ’Flying Thunder God Axe.’"
Hearing the words "Flying Thunder God Axe," both Feng Ling’er and Shen Ying fell silent.
As veterans of the Martial World, they knew the weight of those words.
Years ago, Hu Chong, the senior brother of the Huashan Sword Sect, led his junior disciples through Martial World, where their sect was influential and Hu Chong was considered a top contender among the younger generation.
However, at an inn, an axe-wielder gave his beloved junior sister too many glances and Hu couldn’t resist snapping, "What are you looking at!", igniting a confrontation.
In Martial World, axes were considered inferior to swords and sabers, not to mention compared to the Huashan Sword Sect.
Normally, when faced with the numerous and powerful Huashan Sect, one would submit.
Yet this axe-wielder wouldn’t budge. \n(o)v.e\
A clash ensued, and Hu Chong was confident of his victory, but that day the axe-man hacked his way from the inn’s backyard to the next street, Xiyuan, slaughtering Hu Chong and most of the other three generations of disciples.
It was said that the man’s axe-throwing was likened to "thunder’s flight," killing with each throw.
Later, several elders from the Huashan Sect sought to capture him but failed, either injured or in vain, and the matter was never mentioned again.
Considering the Sect Leader of the Huashan Sword Sect was famous for holding grudges, the fact that such a blood feud was dropped spoke volumes of the fearsomeness of the axe-wielder.
This axe-wielder was none other than "Flying Thunder God Axe" Jin Shankai.
Who would have thought such a man, notorious throughout the Martial World and even the Huashan Sect couldn’t touch, would end up here as a golden-armored guard, deprived even of the freedom to urinate.
And their condition seemed little better than the living dead.
For a moment, the two women felt an even greater dread for Jade Guanyin.
Duan Yun, oblivious to this history, showed little reaction.
Before long, they arrived at the immortal platform.
This underground space was indeed constructed as a prison, iron bars partitioning off cell after cell.
Most cells were empty, but some held people who appeared unconscious.
Duan Yun and the others also noticed that each cell housed a Guanyin Statue, in front of which candles burned.
At that moment, an eerie scene startled Duan Yun and his companions.
Several inmates confined in the cells were eating the candles.
They were munching on the candles meant for offering to Guanyin, savoring them as if they were delicious.
Shen Ying and Feng Ling’er felt the hairs on their necks stand up.
After all, they had heard that only those possessed by ghosts would eat candles.
Could it be that each cell contained nothing but ghosts?
Where then were Ning Qing and Ziyu?
At this moment, Qi suddenly turned, smiling sweetly at them.
Duan Yun, keeping his sword finger ready, asked, "What are you smiling about?"
"Old Demon Duan, you smell so good. Haven’t you noticed this place actually smells quite fragrant?" Qi stood there, smiling sweetly.
Shen Ying suddenly felt alarmed and said, "This fragrance is poisonous!"
As she spoke, she began to sway from side to side.
Using all her strength, she spun out Nine Death Silkworm Silk, wrapping both herself and Feng Ling’er beside her.
This Silk Armor was tough to break with blade or sword and could hold out for some time.
But by the time she thought to save Duan Yun, it was too late.
Her consciousness was already blurring, and he was too far away for her to reach.
Duan Yun’s cultivation was obviously deeper, but as he looked at Qi, sweating on his forehead, he said, "Who are you?"
"My lord, I have languished day and night longing for you, and now I can finally savor your essence," Qi giggled.
At that moment, she had lost all appearance of innocence and youthfulness, transformed into someone unspeakably beautiful.
"J, Jade Guanyin."
After Duan Yun uttered those three words, he fell down stiffly.
"Take them to my room, I want to torment their beloved right before these two women," Jade Guanyin ordered.
As her words fell, the Guanyin statues in those cells stood up.
They continued to chew the candles as they approached Duan Yun and the others.
Their skin was sallow as rock layers, each face resembling Guanyin. They chewed the candles like malevolent spirits, creating a chilling and horrifying sight.
All along, Duan Yun and the two women had not realized that Qi was Jade Guanyin, nor had they suspected the Guanyin statues to be alive.
The aura emanating from these Guanyins was faint but similar to the scent of the candles.
What Jade Guanyin also hadn’t noticed was that at this moment, Duan Yun’s skin and pores were subtly writhing like breath.