Chapter 123 Qin Village

The cultivator heading left had just turned the corner of the courtyard wall when he saw someone covering their face, crouching on the ground facing the wall.

The man immediately slowed his pace: "Who's there?"

The dark figure on the ground began to sob, "Immortal Master, save me! Immortal Master, save me!"

A trace of impatience flashed across the cultivator's face: "Wait here. I'll come back and deal with your matter later."

The dark figure chuckled coldly: "You said the same thing to me many years ago! But I never saw you again!"

The cultivator exclaimed in shock, "Who are you?"

"What do you think?" The dark figure chuckled coldly: "Who do you think I am? I am whoever you think I am!"

A travelling sorcerer would never look at that person, because they know: this kind of ghost is called a Suo Ming Yuan (Debt-Claiming Ghost).

Someone with nothing on their conscience won't see anyone familiar in a Suo Ming Yuan. But someone with a guilty conscience will see the Suo Ming Yuan as the person they wronged and caused to die.

When you truly start to see them as someone, the Suo Ming Yuan will begin to move.

The cultivator took two steps back in horror: "How could you be here?"

The dark figure chuckled coldly: "Senior brother, don't look the wrong way again. This isn't the sect!"

The cultivator tried to remain calm: "What nonsense are you talking about? Who's your senior brother? Who are you?"

"Senior brother, look behind you!" The dark figure suddenly stood up and pointed behind the cultivator, shouting, "Look behind you! It'll be too late if you don't look! Look quickly!"

"Shut up!" The cultivator shouted, but his head turned subconsciously.

That single glance made the cultivator's eyes widen. He saw a face protruding from the wall.

The figure, as if growing out of the wall, slowly broke free and pressed its face against the cultivator's: "Senior brother, 'don't look back,' that's what you taught me!"

"You've seen me, we can be together again."

"No..." Before the cultivator could finish speaking, the figure wrapped its arm around his shoulders: "Senior brother, come with me!"

"No... I..." The cultivator's soul was forcibly pulled out and dragged into the wall. In a short moment, two figures overlooking the corpse on the ground appeared side by side on the earthen wall.

One figure gave a chilling laugh, while the other cried desperately.

As the ghostly sounds of laughter and crying rose eerily in Qin Village, the urgent sound of the pipa, like a torrential rain, suddenly erupted from the other side of the courtyard.

The piece "Ambush from Ten Sides" sounded like a storm, its notes shaking the heavens. As the music began, the tiles of Qin Village trembled with the strings. The cultivators inside and outside the courtyard were plunged into the terrifying feeling of being surrounded by a vast army.

Old Liu on the mountain waved his folding fan and said, "Qin Xin is even more impressive than I thought. I only wanted her to take down one cultivator, but she's suppressed five of them. Very good, very good!"

As the three of the four cultivators in the courtyard turned around in horror, they saw a bloody mist filling the sky outside the courtyard walls.

The blood from one person's entire body seemed to have been flung into the air by the stirring music. The crimson mist danced with the music, and ghostly wails arose throughout Qin Village. The wronged souls of the masses, as if stirred by the music, cried out, their sorrowful voices gathering in the courtyard from all directions, truly like an ambush from ten sides, trapping and killing thousands of troops.

As the three cultivators drew their swords in preparation, Shen Zhengzhen, hanging on the flagpole, also cackled, "None of you will escape."

"You made me frame Li Po to maintain the sect's prestige, and I did it. But what about you?"

"After you saw Li Po, did anyone ask if I was dead or alive?"

"Shut up!" A cultivator shouted sharply: "You're just a corpse puppet controlled by Li Po's witchcraft. How dare you slander the sect?"

The leading elder said in a deep voice: "Don't be distracted by the wronged souls. Hold the formation. I'll go find Li Po."

The elder spread his arms and rode the wind, leaping several meters like a roc, stepping on the rooftops as he rushed towards the dilapidated courtyard where Old Liu was.

Nie Xiaochun's eyes flashed coldly: "That old man's cultivation is not weak. He can reach the courtyard gate in seven steps. I'll kill him."

"No need! He's doomed to die when he lands!" Old Liu said calmly: "Just make sure people think Ye Yang is in the house. Prepare yourselves!"

Old Liu looked at the window again: "First step, he will step on the roof."

As Old Liu spoke, the elder had already stepped onto the roof in the distance. He landed silently, but a subtle cloud of "dust" splashed up from the edge of his foot.

After the elder leapt again, Old Liu chuckled: "Second step, he will step on the stone mill."

As Old Liu spoke, the elder's foot landed on the stone mill in the courtyard.

Old Liu guessed five times in a row, and the elder's five leaps landed exactly where Old Liu had predicted, without any deviation.

As Old Liu watched the elder fall towards the entrance of the dilapidated courtyard, he slightly closed his folding fan: "Prepare! When he lands, strike!"

The moment the elder's feet touched the ground, his eyes bulged out of their sockets, and blood streamed from his ears and nose - a sign of poisoning.

Before the elder could fall, Nie Xiaochun flung a short sword, its light passing through the elder's throat. The man fell backwards in resentment.

At the same time, the three cultivators guarding the courtyard also died violently amidst the sound of the pipa. The only ones left standing tall in the entire Qin Village were the corpse hanging on the flagpole and the Two Worlds Flag fluttering in the wind.