Chapter 370 - 217: The Moment He Discovered Me, I Was Already Dead (Part 2)
The puppet’s configuration is the limit of the Ancient Immortal.
What the disciple possesses, the Ancient Immortal can use.
If the disciple has Divine Sense, the Ancient Immortal can use Divine Sense.
If the disciple has Immortal Qi, the Ancient Immortal can use Immortal Qi.
But she, Huang Sitong, Sequence Eight [Soup Man], aside from worthless herbs and clumsy medicinal soups, possesses nothing else!
Suddenly, a swarm of fireflies flew in the rain, their tails glowing with green luminescence, encircling Huang Sitong’s body. Bit by bit, the luminescence revealed the outline of Huang Sitong’s Invisibility Cloak amidst the torrential rain!
Step!
Step!
Step!
Another set of footsteps appeared at the head of the alley—a tall, dark, thin middle-aged man grinned widely as he walked in.
Above his head, a buzzing insect cloud loomed like a heavy, large umbrella, shielding him from the downpour cascading down from the sky.
It was Black Stone Bone.
He grinned, looking towards the depths of the alley, walking towards the cloak revealed by the luminescence.
"Heh heh.
"Holy Land Heir, right?
"Come, let me expose your cloak and see your true face."
Huang Sitong lowered her head, her shoulders quivering and twitching.
At worst, just die!
She closed her eyes, letting the tears flow freely.
Allowing herself in this deep alley, in this heavy rain, listening to the sound of the rain, being drowned by the downpour, submerged by fear, swallowed by darkness.
...
In the sky, the Peacock Red Treasure danced and whirled against the torrential rain, quivering and afraid to land!
It dared not even lower its position slightly... The beast’s instincts told it that if it flew lower, it would die!
Su Yaoyao was seated cross-legged on the Red Treasure’s back, wearing a raincoat, helmet, braving the storm and fierce wind. She peeked over the Red Treasure’s shoulder, looking down with a pale face and a blank expression.
She saw figures surging like a tide from outside the high walls on either side of the alley, pushing against the rain, rushing towards the high walls, rushing towards the alley!
Their movements were stiff yet frenzied, like puppets controlled by violence, like ravenous ghosts unleashed from Hell!
"Are they Sequence Nine disciples, manipulated to the extreme by the Ancient Immortal?
"How many of them are there?"
She also saw inside the alley, the man with numerous insects and snakes accompanying him, the insect cloud umbrella shielded from the rain, advancing step by step deeper into the alley!
She could not judge the man’s strength.
But her intuition told her, with such audacity, it could only be... Sequence Seven!
...
Above the grand hall, behind the table.
Bai Mo sat on the sofa, gazing at the Peach Blossom Eyes, and glanced at the pot of Ten-thousand-year-old Harlan Zhongli placed nearby.
"Seems... there’s something about it. It’s quite different from ordinary Harlan Zhongli."
He then turned his attention to the screen, looking towards Black Stone Bone inching closer within the alley, eyeing the insect cloud umbrella above his head.
"This... he has indeed understood something.
"Tonight, too many Ancient Immortals have gotten involved.
"Even if they don’t obtain the Harlan Zhongli, they want to see Huang Sitong’s face clearly.
"This will definitely not do.
"Looks like I need to cleanse everyone present completely."
Bai Mo had no psychological burden because... these disciples, manipulated to the extreme by the Ancient Immortal, were in fact already dead, already mere walking corpses!
He cleared his throat and issued orders to Pang Youyou and White Claw.
...
In the pouring rain, deep alley high walls.
On the left wall, White Claw looked outside the wall, eyeing the tide of Ancient Immortal disciples surging in, narrowing its eyes.
On the right wall, Pang Youyou looked outside the wall, eyeing the tide of Ancient Immortal disciples surging in, furrowing its brow.
Both their triangular ears stood up, simultaneously hearing the master’s command.
"Kill, cleanse thoroughly."
White Claw extracted a long sword from the Small Medicine Box, burning with five-colored medicinal flames.
"Ying ying ying!"
Pang Youyou embraced the Electric Drill Cactus, giving it two slaps.
"Aow aow aow!"
...
In the torrential rain above the sky, circling behind the Peacock, Su Yaoyao clutched her phone, her face in panic, hands trembling.
She wanted to send a message to the President but was momentarily overwhelmed in chaos, not knowing where to start.
It was then that she noticed something amiss below.
She saw on the left side of the alley, a five-colored light piercing the rain curtain, flying into the crowd of Ancient Immortal disciples.
Wherever the brilliance reached, limbs and arms were hurled away!
She heard, on the right side of the alley, a buzzing rumble echoing through the rainy night, rushing into the crowd of Ancient Immortal disciples.
Where the rumble reached, puppets were shattered without a complete corpse!
"This... is..."
Her eyes were full of disbelief!
The Peacock Red Treasure also stared, spinning in the rain, instinctively flying slightly lower.
...
Inside the alley.
Under the insect cloud umbrella, Black Stone Bone was the first to notice the anomaly.
"What’s happening?
"Has a battle begun?"
Tonight, he and the other Ancient Immortals had no fundamental conflict!
Even if they couldn’t seize the Harlan Zhongli, seeing the true face of the Holy Land Heir and leaving a mark on the Holy Land Heir would be enough!
They didn’t even want to kill the Holy Land Heir; instead, they wanted to keep the Heir, control the Heir, to find more Immortal Elixirs, even to fish for larger prey in the Celestial Palace!
So who exactly was the one to initiate battle?
"Hmph!"
He sneered, extending his right hand, the palm’s flesh and skin splitting into a cavity, from which a plump white Golden Threaded Celestial Silkworm emerged! A single gentle wiggle made all the insects and snakes present tremble—the Golden Threaded Celestial Silkworm!
"No matter who it is, today, damn it, let’s test our weight!"
In the next moment...
The sounds of slaughter outside the high wall halted.
White mycelium wildly overgrew within Black Stone Bone’s eyeballs, branching repeatedly, instantly blinding his vision! His eyes transformed into mycelium’s whiteness!
"Ah?"
He became suddenly panicked.
"Master?
"Master!
"Save me!"