Before Master and Daoist Tang could shout "Be careful!"
Mo Ting and I had already sensed the chill on our backs and the impending danger.
That chilling sensation made us both feel an inexplicable sense of peril.
Perhaps it was due to our many recent experiences, making us highly sensitive to such feelings.
The moment this sensation appeared, it was a split second before Master and Daoist Tang's warning.
I raised the peach wood sword in my hand, without looking back, and thrust it behind me.
I didn't know what was behind me, but I knew it certainly wasn't good.
As my sword pierced, I heard a cry of "Ah!" and the blade sank into someone's abdomen.
Looking up again, I was surprised to see.
It was a ferocious-looking white-clothed ghost, its claws raised high, less than half a meter from my back.
If I had been even a fraction slower, I might have been bitten to death from behind by this thing.
Astonished, I abruptly pulled out the peach wood sword and kicked the white-clothed ghost to the ground.
The white-clothed ghost whimpered on the ground and struggled a few times.
Black mist billowed from its body, visibly decomposing and disappearing.
Only a pile of straw fragments remained on the ground.
Good heavens, this white-clothed ghost was also cultivated.
Beside me, Mo Ting excitedly patted my shoulder:
"Brother Qin, well done!"
I let out a breath and smiled slightly.
Stabbing that white-clothed ghost behind me was actually a stroke of luck.
If it happened again, I couldn't guarantee I'd react perfectly.
Master and Daoist Tang in the distance also let out sighs of relief.
Daoist Tang even smiled and said to my Master:
"You old trash, you're trash, but you've got a quick-reacting disciple!"
My Master rolled his eyes and ignored Daoist Tang.
But he was clearly satisfied with my performance.
However, before we could celebrate.
The demonic cultivator Miao Nanzi in front of the wooden shed chuckled twice:
"You're happy too soon, the real show is just beginning!"
As soon as he spoke, Miao Nanzi formed a sword-finger seal with his right hand in front of his chest.
He then let out a low growl:
"Come out!"
At these words, a strong, chilling wind suddenly swept around the wooden shed.
Mo Ting and I felt another surge of oppressive energy.
The next second, we saw figures in white appearing one after another around the wooden shed.
They were white-clothed ghosts.
One, two, three; in an instant, seven or eight white-clothed ghosts with hollow, dark eyes appeared around us.
Seeing the seven or eight white-clothed ghosts, Master and Daoist Tang's expressions turned grim.
My Master simultaneously said to Daoist Tang beside him:
"You old bastard, to catch a thief, capture the king first.
Let's kill this demonic cultivator, and these little ghosts will scatter on their own."
Daoist Tang looked coldly around, licking his dry lips.
He picked up the black wine gourd from his waist with his right hand.
He flicked open the lid with his thumb, took a mouthful of wine, and turned his head to say:
"You two kids be careful, we'll deal with this demonic cultivator first."
With that, he raised his exaggerated broadsword and slashed towards Miao Nanzi.
My Master glanced back at me. Although he didn't speak.
I knew what he wanted to say, he definitely wanted me to be careful.
I nodded slightly.
At this critical juncture, I didn't want to cause him any trouble.
Seeing me nod, my Master didn't hesitate.
He charged towards the demonic cultivator Miao Nanzi, holding his copper coin sword.
As soon as Master and Daoist Tang attacked, the several white-clothed ghosts around them turned and surrounded Mo Ting and me.
They all wore ferocious expressions and growled "Wu wu."
"Be careful, Old Mo!"
I roared, swinging my sword at the closest white-clothed ghost, forcing it back.
Although Mo Ting was injured last night, he wasn't holding back now. Instead, he was excitedly channeling his chuunibyou:
"The road is long, only my sword accompanies me. It's either you die, or I die.
Brother Qin, we have to fight again."
Saying this, he also raised his peach wood sword and began to fend off the attacking white-clothed ghosts.
These white-clothed ghosts were all very ordinary.
At best, they were the same strength as the white-clothed ghosts I could kill with the Ancestor's incense ash.
Other than having slightly more strength than ordinary humans, they felt unremarkable.
For me now, if it were one-on-one, I wouldn't be afraid at all.
With a magical artifact in hand, I even had a chance of winning one-on-two.
But now, their numbers had reached eight.
Winning would be a bit difficult.
However, Mo Ting and I stayed close together, actively defending, and counter-attacking when opportunities arose.
We could definitely handle it for a short while.
Victory against superior numbers was also possible...
On the other side, the demonic cultivator Miao Nanzi had already engaged my Master and Daoist Tang.
Miao Nanzi was very powerful, fighting with his bare hands.
Facing two opponents, he was not at a disadvantage.
Mo Ting and I were busy dealing with the eight ghosts, and we didn't have the extra time to check on Master and the others.
At this moment, the eight ghosts surrounded us, pouncing forward with "ao ao" cries.
Their faces were ferocious, fangs bared.
If any of us were bitten, it would not end well.
We leaned against the large tree, relying on the peach wood swords in our hands, defensively limited.
After all, this was a fight for our lives, and our opponents were ghosts.
If there was any mistake, we would lose our lives.
There was no chance for a do-over; caution and calmness were the greatest prerequisites for survival.
After we defended for a few minutes, these ghosts, intimidated by the Bagua mirror, peach wood swords, and fox claws, dared not advance rashly.
They were all making probing attacks and sneak attacks...
Perhaps due to his injuries, Mo Ting's movements were restricted.
After swinging his sword, he tore his wound.
A sudden pain caused his movement to falter.
A white-clothed ghost seized the opportunity and bit down on Mo Ting's arm.
Fortunately, I was close to him and noticed it beforehand.
Grasping the fox claws in my left hand, I saw the white-clothed ghost bite towards Mo Ting's arm, and I thrust the claw down.
It landed precisely, piercing the ghost's neck.
My Master once said that my fox claws were "immortal claws."
They belonged to an old fox that had achieved sentience, a rare magical artifact.
With this stab, the white-clothed ghost's eyes widened.
Clutching its neck, it let out a miserable "ao ao" cry.
It immediately fell to the ground, its body trembling and twitching, in extreme pain.
Mo Ting was relieved at the sight.
But the next moment, Mo Ting's expression turned shocked, and he glared fiercely at me.
Raising his peach wood sword, he lunged towards me...