Chapter 58
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Chapter 58: Mu Lin: Guess.
While Mu Lin and Chu Lingluo were analyzing, the constables were already locked in killing with the beast horde controlled by the mountain spirit.
Mu Lin summoned four Yellow Turban Might warriors and charged at the mountain spirit.
"Roar!"
This time, the Yellow Turban Might warriors’ power showed completely.
The mountain spirit had brute strength—the Yellow Turban Might warriors matched it. The mountain spirit boasted tough defenses—the Yellow Turban Might warriors stood impervious.
Their collision resembled two Martial Arts masters fighting savagely.
Then the mountain spirit got beaten up.
Normally, a single Yellow Turban Might warrior couldn’t defeat the mountain spirit—their strength was evenly matched.
Given that Yellow Turban Might warriors were created through Mu Lin’s visualization and thus weakened, logic dictated they’d lose.
But even the strongest fighter can’t handle four foes at once. The mountain spirit faced four warriors alone.
What made it worse was their teamwork: one shield-bearer upfront, two spearmen flanking, and an archer who kept shooting arrows.
Within two minutes, the mountain spirit bled.
This was the Paper Folding Lineage’s core essence—righteous group beatdowns.
The constables’ morale soared.
Just as victory seemed certain, disaster struck.
"Crash!"
Amid crumbling earth, a mud-yellow figure burst from underground—right behind Mu Lin and Chu Lingluo.
"No!"
"Look out—"
"Thwack! Thwack!"
The ambush pierced both Mu Lin and Chu Lingluo’s chests before they could react.
"Bastard!"
The constables roared in fury and dread.
The mountain spirit cackled "Jijiji!"
But during its gloating, "Slash!"—an unharmed Yellow Turban Might warrior chopped off one of its arms.
All four warriors then unleashed relentless blows, pushing the wounded mountain spirit to the brink.
"???"
"What sorcery?"
This scene left the mountain spirit, the constables, and the pangolin who ambushed Mu Lin and Chu Lingluo utterly stunned.
They couldn’t understand why Mu Lin’s summoned creatures remained unaffected even when both his and Chu Lingluo’s chests had been pierced.
What confused them more was Mu Lin’s completely calm expression despite such grievous injuries.
He even kept muttering to himself:
"Two monsters in the second level? And both being sneaky schemers without any young helpers. No wonder so many failed here."
"Damn!"
Seeing Mu Lin completely unharmed and casually commenting drove the pangolin mad. With an angry roar, it shredded Mu Lin and Chu Lingluo with its claws.
"Rrrip…"
The torn Mu Lin disintegrated into fluttering pieces of White Paper.
Only then did the constables realize the "Mu Lin" they’d been protecting was actually a paper figure decoy.
The pangolin sensed danger too.
It immediately tried to burrow underground to escape.
But it was already too late.
When the pangolin had pierced Mu Lin’s heart and lowered its guard, an ominous flying sword had shot from behind.
At the exact moment it tore Mu Lin apart, the sword reached the pangolin’s side and stabbed forward.
"Shink!"
Though protected by scales, the demon pangolin’s flesh visibly rotted where the Cursed Blood Sword struck.
Such decaying flesh couldn’t stop the blade.
"Thud!"
The pangolin’s body was split open.
It immediately used its innate ability – Earth Escape – to flee underground. But the cursed blood clung like bone maggots.
"Leaving it might kill it eventually, but that’s too slow… Let’s send another gift."
Mu Lin emerged from hiding while folding something. Arriving where the pangolin vanished, he held a lifelike Paper Pangolin.
He collected the demon’s spilled blood and used it to write "Pangolin" on the paper creature with magic-infused fingers.
Activating the Paper Figure Curse, the paper model buzzed with mystical connection to the real pangolin.
When Mu Lin stabbed the Paper Pangolin’s head with his paper cutter, a terrible shriek came from underground – the real pangolin’s skull had been pierced.
This wasn’t surprising. Through constant practice, Mu Lin’s Paper Figure Curse had reached Level 3 Mastery. With either true name, birth date, or blood, he could curse targets.
His Grandmaster-level paper folding created figures so lifelike through Soul Resonance that even a Level 3 curse could strike with 4th Level Master power.
The leap from Level 3 Mastery to 4th Level Master was transformative. A master-level curse could kill remotely.
Channeling vitality of the living into the paper figure, Mu Lin reestablished the connection. His blade then stabbed the paper pangolin’s heart.
Another scream echoed as the real pangolin’s heart was pierced.
The third strike severed the paper model’s neck.
Underground, the critically wounded pangolin finally collapsed with a slit throat.
Meanwhile, Yellow Turban Might warriors surrounded and killed the tiger-controlling mountain spirit.
Thus Mu Lin cleared the second assessment.
As his form began fading, an awestruck young constable in the illusion asked: "Sir… is this your real body?"
Mu Lin glanced at him and smiled. "Guess."
