With Song Ren the treasure hunter ghost, the group successfully stayed in an inn. After staying there for two days, the civilians of the city had already moved out of Longxing City gradually. The city which was previously noisy and bustling suddenly quieted down. In the streets, mortals without cultivation were not seen. Only the Mystic cultivators came out to patrol the streets occasionally.Following arrangements by Mystic Daoists, Yi Qing had been out twice these few days, both to reinforce the defense outside the city. Only then did he understand the said difference between Mystic cultivators and Immortal cultivators. The former seemed more inclined towards talisman cultivation. Besides those peach wood swords which had no real power, talismans were the most frequently used by them. And the so-called reinforcement of defense outside city was only pasting the whole exterior of the city gate with many low-level talismans.
Yi Qing looked at them and his mouth kept twitching. Should those so-called deviant ghosts were really so large in numbers that they could take over cities, these low-level talismans could apparently hold for no more than a quarter of an hour. Yet everyone's looks were completely serious. Thinking about their cultivation level, Yi Qing had to set a Protective Mountain Array around the gates when others were not looking.
He became even more curious about what on earth was the matter with those so-called deviant ghosts?
Yi Qing didn't wait long. In the next evening, he felt sensed abnormality. Something was approaching with a wave of Yin Qi. Apparently they were still hundreds of miles away, but the temperature in the city had already plummeted.
"Great Immortal?" Song Ren looked at Yi Qing who suddenly stood up with some confusion. After a while he thought of something and his opened wide abruptly. "Are the deviant ghosts..."
"Hmm." Yi Qing nodded.
Song Ren's expression grew anxious, and he turned to walk towards Shen Ying's room. "I'll go and wake Great Immortal Shen."
"Come back!" Yi Qing dragged the man back with a fast speed. "Master is asleep."
"Ah?" Song Ren was stunned. And?
"Wake her up now, and Longxing City will really be lost."
"..."
What do you mean?
(⊙_⊙)
Yi Qing didn't show any intention of explaining. Grabbing him, he flew towards the outside of the city on his sword. Once outside the city, that Yin Qi in the air became even stronger. A wave of blackness could be seen from far away which covered even the moonlight. Around them, icy-cold wind blew.
Yet the Mystic cultivators patrolling the city didn't seem to notice these changes. Yi Qing hit them easily with a wave of spirit qi, sending a voice transmission: Deviant ghosts are already here!
That Mystic cultivator was stunned, and looked around to discover no one. Nevertheless, he turned to notify others.
Yi Qing didn't pay it much heed, but directly flew on his sword towards the direction that Yin Qi concentrated. In a short while, he heard ghosts screaming in all types of shrill manner. Only then did Yi Qing see the looks of those so-called deviant ghosts.
It was a black fog which was so thick that it almost looked like ink, and even had a bit of the look of demonic Qi. While shrilling ghost screams could be heard clearly, no physical body was seen. Only the blurry shapes of one or two ghosts flashed from within. Besides, the range of the black fog was extremely wide, covering half of the forest. And its speed was very fast. Wherever it passed through, trees and grass died.
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My Master Disconnected Yet Again (Part 3)
Historical FictionPART 3 Everyone said that Yi Qing was the number one Sword Cultivator in the world, with a swordsmanship and cultivation that no one could surpass. Whether it was when he was cultivating in the Lower Realm, or when he was in the Ten Heavens of the U...