Yun Shang and Old Liu's faces turned deathly pale, but I deliberately turned my head away, not looking at them, and quickened my hand seals.

As the withered skin continued to spread across my arm, I suddenly heard someone shout, "I offer my lifespan to replenish Li Po's life, I will not regret any misfortune, and I will not resent death!"

I felt someone press their hand on mine, and the withered arm regained its vitality, the flesh and blood swelling back inch by inch towards my wrist.

Feng Ruoxing roared, "Who will guard the door for me?"

Although the lifespan of a Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren can be transferred at will, it also consumes the caster's own power.

By lending her lifespan to me, Feng Ruoxing lost her ability to fight against the arts of sorcery.

Jing Henyun stepped forward and said, "Yue Hai Lou is my territory, I will guard it."

Jing Henyun didn't use any secret techniques, nor did she reveal any weapons. She simply stood at the door with her hands behind her back. "Yue Hai Lou is my territory. Anyone who dares to act wildly on my territory is making an enemy of Jing Henyun."

"You may escape the ghosts and gods, but you will not escape the pursuit of my Yue Hai Lou."

The sorcerers who had been eager to act a moment ago were as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over their heads. They all stopped and stood there looking at each other, not knowing what to do.

Zhang Fang shifted his body slightly. "Woman, how come I didn't see that you had such abilities a few days ago?"

Jing Henyun's eyes flashed with cold light. "If I hadn't been careless for a moment, would it be your turn to speak here?"

Zhang Fang's face was gloomy. "Charge in and capture that woman alive, or you will die now."

People are always more afraid of the immediate fear. As for whether they will be beheaded after surviving this crisis, it is no longer something they continue to consider.

"Kill!" As someone took the lead in rushing towards the door, Jing Henyun reached out her hand to Feng Ruoxing. "Sister, lend me your sword."

In the next moment, a flash of sword light appeared in Jing Henyun's hand.

Jing Henyun's sword is different from Ye Yang's.

Ye Yang's sword is like a thunderbolt, and a single strike can tear the sky apart.

Jing Henyun's sword, however, is like a beauty turning her head, her eyes full of gentle and stunning brilliance. After flashing before people's eyes, what is left is the bloody mark of the sword cutting off life.

As the sword light, like autumn water, flowed past the eyes of several people, four heads all fell to the ground, and the headless corpses were still standing in the corridor, spurting blood.

Jing Henyun held her soft sword diagonally, letting the blood droplets roll down from the blade, and looked coldly at Zhang Fang behind the crowd.

A beauty like jade, with a gaze like a knife.

Zhang Fang sneered, "A swordsman is just that. The one who truly dominates the arts of sorcery is still Mr. Bai, Old Shang. Am I right?"

"Yes, yes… you are absolutely right." Shang Xingyan's voice came from nowhere.

Zhang Fang's voice paused. "Since I'm right, why don't you take action?"

Shang Xingyan stammered, "This… this…"

Zhang Fang's voice sank. "Is that woman innocent? Or is your Heavenly Punishment technique ineffective against her?"

Before Shang Xingyan could speak, Zhang Fang said again, "Kill them, and after you and I each get what we need, you will be able to do whatever you want in the provincial capital's sorcery world in the future. A ghost official's promotion always requires some merit!"

"Don't worry, with me blocking Li Po, he can't do anything to you!"

Zhang Fang's appetite was too big. He not only wanted the arts of sorcery but also wanted to control Shang Xingyan.

Zhang Fang is now in an invincible position. As long as he forces the sorcerers to attack the secret room, even if we can stop them, we will pay a heavy price.

If he wants the arts of sorcery, he can't afford to lose all the sect leaders here.

If he wants Shang Xingyan, he has to force him to violate the iron rules of the underworld to get a hold of him.

After a moment of silence, Shang Xingyan suddenly roared, "The mortal sorcerer Jing Henyun, arbitrarily killing people, this official will punish her on behalf of the underworld, the punishment—"

As his voice rose, a whirlwind of yin energy raged in the secret room. As the yin energy, like a blade, danced wildly in the secret room, the whistling wind slashed down towards Jing Henyun's neck.

Jing Henyun's sword light was like flowing water, forming a layer of white light around her body. It collided with the yin wind, and the sounds of clashing metal echoed continuously. The door of the secret room was also completely sealed off by the yin wind and sword light.

Feng Ruoxing, who was constantly transferring her lifespan to me, had beads of sweat on her forehead. "Are you not done yet?"

"Don't give me your lifespan!" I gritted my teeth and said, "The ghost god has gone back on his word."

The most terrifying thing about using incantations is not the backlash, but the ghost god going back on their word.

The curse caster doesn't have the ability to curse the opponent himself and must use the ghost god to cast the spell from a thousand miles away. The ghost god will also ask the sorcerer for a certain reward.

However, ghost gods may not all keep their promises. Once they find that the cursed object exceeds their estimated level, they will temporarily increase the reward.

If the sorcerer can't provide it, the ghost god will forcibly demand it.

Sorcerers often can't afford such a price, so curse casters must be fully prepared before casting a curse.

And before I cast this curse, I misjudged Shang Xingyan's identity and didn't expect Zhang Fang to bring Shang Xingyan into the space behind the mirror.

The ghost god I invited went back on his word at the most critical moment.