Although Chen Yao arrived late, her sudden appearance, utilizing her special blood, did indeed significantly alleviate our pressure, deterring the swarm of green-skinned little lizards.
“Master, Senior Brother, I’m late,” Chen Yao said, a trace of self-reproach in her voice.
I replied with a laugh while casting talismans and fending off the small lizards, “Junior Sister, you’ve arrived just in time.”
“Yes! These little nuisances are truly tiresome,” Old Mo added in a low tone.
Uncle-Master continued to block the front, his palms constantly striking out: “Everyone, stay alert, don’t get injured!” His repeated reminders showed the extent of his fear of these little lizards.
“Understood!”
“Yes, Master!” We all responded.
Although Chen Yao’s cultivation was not high, having been a disciple for only a few months, her innate talent and conditions were exceptional. Blessed by the Heavenly Gang Fire Destiny, her blood was extremely effective against these Yin and malevolent spirits.
Chen Yao, unafraid of pain, spat out several mouthfuls of blood mist. The mist spread around us, forming a protective barrier. The little lizards, upon contact with even a tiny amount of this blood, would instantly lose their ability to move and then transform into blue blood. Our pressure was greatly reduced.
Under Uncle-Master’s lead, we managed to hold on for about five minutes. The little lizards began to tremble, then started to rot, transforming into puddles of blue blood.
Seeing the crisis averted, all of us let out a sigh of relief. Dealing with these little lizards was more troublesome and dangerous than facing the lizard demon itself.
Uncle-Master’s suspended heart finally settled back into his chest. Looking at the pools of foul-smelling blue blood around us, he sighed, “That was close.”
“Uncle-Master, what exactly is this Amaterasu Alliance? You’ve never mentioned it before,” I asked.
Old Mo also nodded: “Yes, Master, what was that green-eyed thing just now? It was terrifying. And why did that demonic cultivator suddenly explode, releasing so many little lizards?”
Only Chen Yao, having arrived late, was unclear about the situation. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her clear eyes wide as she looked at us, saying nothing.
Hearing our questions, Uncle-Master frowned, his eyes filled with a murderous rage. It seemed the Amaterasu Alliance had stirred up some unpleasant memories for him. After a long pause, he finally spoke, “That lizard demon had a forbidden curse on it, which it might not have known about. It spoke words it shouldn’t have, triggering the curse, which then manifested the Amaterasu Eye and those little lizards. Alas! Enough said about the rest, let’s go back!”
With that, Uncle-Master did not wish to continue the conversation. He turned and strode away, leaving the three of us exchanging bewildered glances. The Amaterasu Eye? Uncle-Master definitely knew something, but he was unwilling to tell us.
After a while, Chen Yao asked us, “Second Senior Brother, First Senior Brother, what happened just now? What explosion? The Amaterasu Eye? Where did those little lizards come from?”
Hearing Chen Yao’s questions, Old Mo and I recounted what had happened. We also asked Chen Yao why she had arrived so late. She showed us her phone. This area was too remote; there was no signal. Old Mo’s shared location had stopped transmitting long ago. Chen Yao could only search the Hundred Islands Lake scenic area by herself. It was only after hearing the sounds of fighting from our direction that she rushed over. She happened to see us being besieged by a group of little lizards and using talismans. So, she ran over and used her special blood to help alleviate our pressure.
At this moment, my mind was filled with what had transpired, the lizard demon cultivator claiming to be human but transformed into a demon, and the “Amaterasu Alliance” from that so-called Fusang Island. There was something going on here… But since Uncle-Master chose not to speak, the matter was likely significant. Regardless, these Eastern cults were truly detestable, extending their reach even into our Great Huaxia. We muttered a few words, filled with indignation. We hadn’t even dealt with the Black Demon Cult, the Longevity Society, or the Underworld Cult, and now another “Amaterasu Alliance” from the Eastern Isles had emerged. Our world of mystical arts was far from as peaceful as it seemed; the more we learned, the more complex and vast it became.
We then followed the path back to the Jintang Feng Shui shop and saw that human skin again. Uncle-Master glanced at it and signaled for us to wrap it up and take it away. As for anything else, Uncle-Master did not let us touch it. Everything else was to remain as it was… Chen Yao was still a little worried and privately asked Old Mo and me if this would lead to legal trouble. After all, this lizard demon cultivator was still technically a person, and he ran a shop. Now that he was dead, even though there were no remains, it could still cause problems. Old Mo shrugged, appearing unconcerned. He said, “Whatever happens, happens.” Whether it was carelessness or genuine fearlessness, I couldn’t tell. I also didn’t know the lizard demon’s social connections. Anyway, the deed was done, and overthinking it was useless. I just told Chen Yao not to worry too much. If the police did come, there was no evidence, and they wouldn’t be able to investigate.
Leaving the Jinguang Feng Shui Hall and getting into the car, ready to head back, Uncle-Master suddenly said to Old Mo, “Go to Nanshan Mausoleum.” Old Mo, hearing they were going to the mausoleum, was puzzled, “Master, why are we going to the mausoleum so late?” Uncle-Master took a drink and said, “I want to pay respects to the old fool!” Paying respects to my master. I glanced at Uncle-Master. He looked troubled, clearly affected by today’s events. Since Uncle-Master didn’t say anything, I didn’t press the issue and signaled Old Mo to drive. So, we didn’t go home that night but headed to Nanshan Mausoleum. By the time we arrived, it was nearly midnight. Uncle-Master led us directly into the mausoleum. Soon, we reached Master’s tombstone. Seeing that Master had saved my life, I immediately knelt and kowtowed three times to Master’s tombstone. Old Mo and Chen Yao also bowed and called him Uncle-Master. Then, I heard Uncle-Master say to me, “Xiao Qin, go to Rose Supermarket to get some incense and candles. I have a few things I want to say to your Master…”