Chapter 18
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Chapter 18: May My Sword Carry the Magnificent Heavenly Thunder!
What a roaring voice!
Zhao Haiya’s body trembled violently when the curse emerged from the depths of the earth.
Cold!
Bone-chilling cold!
He was paralyzed by the overwhelming sense of death and could not move for a moment.
Then his soul felt a sharp pain.
It was as if countless ice needles were stabbed into his sea of divine sense, nearly piercing through him.
Zhao Haiya immediately recited the Sanqing Mantra.
Under the baptism of the ethereal sound, he gradually regained his clarity.
The pain subsided, leaving only comfort.
Zhao Haiya looked around.
There were no ice needles in sight. Only black fog rapidly oozed from the ground.
The billowing black fog blocked out the moonlight, casting the sand in a bleak white glow.
[Ghost Land]
This was a magic array nearly equivalent to a [Field]!
Generally, only cultivators at the Transcendency Stage could master the rules of Great Tao and create a [Field].
But this was not an inviolable law. There were many ways to master [Field] earlier than usual.
[Ghost Land] was a common method among ghost cultivators.
Using ghosts as fuel, one could create a special magic array similar to a [Field] in a short time. The drawback was that this technique required ghosts.
Zhao Haiya’s expression grew grim.
Though he was a battle-hardened veteran with rich experience, and despite his preparations, the sudden penetrating attack had still paralyzed him.
The Ghost Land was truly powerful.
Fear crept into Zhao Haiya’s heart.
If he hadn’t encountered Bai Lian, he would have been in grave danger.
Zhao Haiya’s eyes followed Bai Lian’s back.
The world wasn’t completely black after all.
In the center of the black fog, a paper lamp emanating yellow light floated in the air.
Though the black fog was strange, it dared not approach the lamp.
Su Youwei stood beneath the lamp.
A meter from Su Youwei stood a woman in white, holding a ball of spirit Qi in her hand, with a pure white sword hovering in mid-air.
Boom.
The earth shook.
Accompanying this spectacle came a second roar.
“Who dares—”
Crush. Shift. Rumble—
Countless yellow grains of sand shot out from rifts spreading across the ground.
“Come out!”
Zhao Haiya stared in shock.
Countless ten-meter-tall ghosts and Golden Corpse Puppets wielding long lances emerged from those rifts.
A great battle was about to begin.
Zhao Haiya gripped the lance in his hand.
Though he was no match for the demon, dealing with its summoned puppets posed no problem.
“Fairy Bai Lian, leave them to me, you—”
Zhao Haiya’s words faltered.
He heard a clatter.
When he turned to look, he saw a white halo spreading from Bai Lian’s Dirt Free Sword.
“Pure Ice and Snow!”
This was the new built-in spell of the Dirt Free Sword after its promotion to middle-grade Spirit Tool.
Wherever the halo reached, the historic site froze—the ghosts, the corpses, even the mating scorpions—all frozen solid.
Yet this wasn’t the end. The frost continued to spread.
Finally, with the Dirt Free Sword as its center, the desert for hundreds of miles around transformed into a land of ice and snow.
“…”
Zhao Haiya rubbed his eyes vigorously.
He never imagined Bai Lian could freeze even ghosts with this technique.
The ghosts covered in a layer of ice no longer looked ferocious, but rather cute.
Perhaps this was the power of a Natural Saint!
“It’s cold.”
Su Youwei hugged herself.
Her clothes were too thin to resist the cold.
Oh, no.
Bai Lian realized she hadn’t considered this.
As a young “mother,” she still had much to learn about caring for her “daughter.”
Thinking of this, she immediately manifested spirit Qi and wrapped it around her Third Younger Martial Sister’s body.
Bai Lian’s Spiritual Root was quite ordinary. Therefore, the water spirit Qi she summoned could only protect the Third Martial Sister from the cold, not warm her.
But that didn’t matter. She drove the spirit Qi to rotate at high speed, generating heat through friction, warming Su Youwei’s body.
Seeing that the Third Martial Sister had returned to normal, Bai Lian turned around with satisfaction.
A hole had opened in the historic site, and a man in strange clothes emerged.
He was a cultivator at the early stage of the Soul Changing Stage.
Bai Lian saw through his cultivation base. No wonder the Zhao Haiya in the game had died.
Without sufficient strength, one would be defeated even with “正” characters covering their body.
But Bai Lian felt no fear.
Her Focus had already reached the Soul Changing Stage standard, and her Hard Skill, Soft Skill, and Light Skills were enough to defeat any cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage.
Furthermore, with Shifu’s “love” in her hands, she had nothing to fear from this man.
“Bai Lian!”
The fierce ghost cultivator shouted in shock.
The disguise on Bai Lian’s face had dissolved under the influence of spirit Qi, revealing the ★ at the corner of her eyes.
The ghost cultivator recalled news he’d heard while out plundering.
This was two months ago.
It was said that Bai Lian had fought a secret duel with the eldest princess after participating in the ceremony in Heluo.
Though none knew the exact outcome, the eldest princess’s expression when speaking of Bai Lian suggested she had suffered defeat.
After the ceremony, the eldest princess had reached the middle stage of the Soul Changing Stage. So Bai Lian, who could overpower her, must have reached the later stage.
Was he about to face such a formidable enemy?!
The ghost cultivator found himself backed into a corner.
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Flustered, he shouted angrily, “Who dared set up this magic array here to trouble Fairy Bai Lian? Stand forth and I shall teach you a lesson on her behalf!”
Bai Lian, Zhao Haiya, and Su Youwei: “…”
“Fairy Bai Lian, I shall help you catch that villain!”
With that, the ghost cultivator turned and jumped back into his hole.
“…”
Bai Lian certainly wouldn’t let the ghost cultivator escape.
She had come this far—how could she give up before receiving the system’s reward?!
Bai Lian infused spirit Qi into the Dirt Free Sword, which immediately turned deep purple.
Half snow, half thunder!
Chuck—
In an instant, a sword light rose skyward, instantly dispelling the Ghost Land’s residual black fog.
May my sword carry the magnificent Heavenly Thunder!
Zhao Haiya looked up to see dark clouds rolling overhead. After moments of swirling, countless lightning serpents descended from the sky, illuminating his face.
The righteous light shone upon the earth.
Boom!
As the ice sculptures shattered, the puppets within them cracked into countless invisible particles.
But that wasn’t the end.
The thunder’s power and the abundant ice spirit Qi in the air created a special reaction, triggering a second explosion.
The historic site was completely flattened, exposing the hidden entrance to the Demon Sect below.
Bai Lian entered with her sword drawn.
Zhao Haiya stood stunned. Was it over just like that?
He quickly shouted, “Leave the others to me!”
“That would be great.”
Bai Lian’s voice echoed from the entrance.
Zhao Haiya gathered his spirits and charged through the Demon Sect’s main entrance, lance in hand.
The battle lasted merely a quarter hour.
The ghost cultivator shouldn’t have fallen so quickly, but his fear of death and unwillingness to let his Elder Martial Brother claim all the benefits had distracted him. The more these thoughts plagued him during battle, the more openings he showed in his fight with Bai Lian.
In one careless moment, he failed to dodge Bai Lian’s sword and was frozen solid.
Though he broke free after just a second—
For Bai Lian, “One second is enough for me to kill him seven times!”
Her sword pierced 17 holes through the ghost cultivator’s body.
After his body was destroyed, the ghost cultivator’s soul attempted to escape, but all his schemes turned to dust against the combined power of Bai Lian’s [See Through Vacuity] and the Eternal Moon Lamp.
Boom!
The sand thundered. The violent explosion swept across hundreds of miles.
None of this attracted attention. Even if someone noticed the disturbance, they wouldn’t investigate.
In the Sand Region, meddlers almost always died.
Bai Lian bent down to retrieve the Ten Thousand Poison Pearl fragment that had fallen to the ground.
She couldn’t quite describe her luck.
She’d found the right target immediately upon arriving in the Sand Region.
But she held only half the fragment—the other half remained with the ghost cultivator’s Elder Martial Brother, who wasn’t present.
Fortunately, she had a lead.
Zhao Haiya, after questioning a Demon Sect disciple, learned that the Elder Martial Brother had been lurking in Nanwang City, the capital of Nanwang Country, for several years. He seemed to be searching for something.
On their way to Nanwang City, Su Youwei suddenly asked, “Won’t you draw a new ‘正’ on your hand?”
Zhao Haiya replied, “I didn’t contribute much this time. It doesn’t count.”
Su Youwei nodded.
This guy’s serious expression somewhat resembled the Fourth Younger Martial Sister’s.