Chapter 551: It's So Difficult
The sword ghost wore a bloodthirsty grin, a sun pattern emerging on its forehead, indicating it had lost its senses in the killing frenzy.
"Stop!" Seeing the situation deteriorate, Ye Wenxin quickly intervened to halt the sword ghost's rampage. The sword ghost, blinded by rage, ignored her, prompting Ye Wenxin to step forward and grip its shoulder. Before it could resist, its body shuddered and dissolved into a wisp of smoke, returning to the sword within the umbrella.
"Indeed, a single ghost is quite dangerous," Ye Wenxin muttered to herself, observing the soul gatherers converging on her. Though expressionless, they became more threatening once Ye Wenxin subdued the sword ghost.
With the Burial Flower technique unavailable, Ye Wenxin relied on another treasure from Nantou Temple—the Golden Pen. As the soul gatherers closed in, she wielded the pen, writing incantations in the air.
The golden script floated, spinning before striking a soul gatherer, obliterating half its form. Scared, they scrambled to flee, yet had no chance to escape. Even without the Burial Flower technique, Ye Wenxin's knowledge of Buddhist scriptures from Master Zhong and Nantou Temple proved effective against them.
However, the soul gatherers charged relentlessly. Just as Ye Wenxin prepared to dispatch the second wave, a shout cut through the air. From the rift emerged a red sedan chair, its grand entrance intriguing and unsettling Ye Wenxin.
The sedan chair's presence felt distinct from the soul gatherers. A slender white hand extended from within, accompanied by a voice, "Let's call it a day."
The voice, though not loud, reverberated through the area, clearly heard by all. Ye Wenxin racked her brain but couldn't identify the speaker's identity.
The woman seemed to emerge from within the rift, possibly from another continent beneath it. Ye Wenxin's curiosity grew, but the woman vanished after her words. Following her departure, the soul gatherers also withdrew, and the rift in the sky began to close. The woman's distant voice lingered.
"We shall meet again soon." Though the remark seemed general, Ye Wenxin felt it was directed at her. Regardless, the crisis subsided, and Ye Wenxin had done all she could. It was time to leave.
With this in mind, Ye Wenxin approached Fairy Fengya to discuss her departure plans, only to spot a massive fox appear.
The fox leaped, accidentally demolishing a house. It wore an embarrassed expression as others called out its name.
"Fox King, your eyesight's failing again."
"Fox King, what brings you here?"
The fox, indeed the Fox King, struck Ye Wenxin as comical. Amid the chaos, the Fox King transformed into a white-haired old man, laughing heartily.
"Oops, my mind's slipping, hahaha..." the Fox King chuckled, addressing Ye Wenxin, "Luo Mo, thank you for driving away the soul gatherers."
Mistaking Ye Wenxin for the fox spirit Luo Mo, he grasped her hand in gratitude. The fox spirit, standing nearby, smiled awkwardly, feeling a bit embarrassed. The red fox also looked uneasy, her expression pleading with Ye Wenxin to tolerate the Fox King's ramblings.
