Chapter 762 - 122: Whose House Does the Mechanism Gold Seal Fall Into?
Zhang Yan saw Ying Chenglin arrive and couldn’t help but smile slightly. This person’s timing was just perfect.
Although Zhang Boyant had been shifted away by the Array Gate, how could he so easily resign himself to failure?
His True Body was still facing off with Ying Chenglin. As long as the array was withdrawn, the latter would surely notice the anomaly within the inner hall and realize he had been deceived.
Just now, Zhang Yan had shouted out, pointing out that Yue Yuji was not himself but the "Ten-thousand-year-old Demon." This was intentional, meant for Ying Chenglin to hear.
A Nascent Soul True Master like him would undoubtedly infer the general situation from just a few words.
As Ying Chenglin entered the hall, he stopped ten paces away from Tai Heng. His gaze was complex as he looked at the other person; after a long sigh, he said, "Daoist Yue, you wouldn’t heed my warnings and brazenly opened the seal, leading to this tragic end. How pitiable, and how lamentable!"
These words were spoken more to himself, not expecting any response. To his surprise, Yue Yuji’s eyes showed a flicker of struggle, his body trembling and his breath raspy, before he actually started to speak: "Daoist Ying, you are correct. I regret not listening to your advice back then!"
Ying Chenglin sharply looked up, turning his head in astonishment. His expression carried disbelief as he cautiously shifted forward a little and tentatively asked, "You... are you truly Daoist Yue?"
Yue Yuji’s face revealed a tinge of struggle. He gritted his teeth and nodded, speaking bitterly, "Indeed, it is me. The Old Demon is still within my body. I have barely managed to suppress him for now. Please, Daoist, come forward and use the Dharma Talisman to seal my cultivation so that he can no longer wreak havoc!"
Ying Chenglin took a step forward, yet halted midway. Furrowing his brows, his face revealed a deep hesitancy.
At that instant, his deeply cautious nature flared up, and a torrent of doubts surged through his mind.
Yue Yuji could actually suppress the Ten-thousand-year-old Demon? Was this real or a trick? Could the demon intentionally be deceiving me to lure me over?
In truth, Ying Chenglin understood perfectly well. The simplest solution now would be to kill Yue Yuji outright, ending everything once and for all.
However, if it were just the two of them here, that might still be acceptable. Yet with disciples from other factions present, even if his reasoning was sound, Hai Zhen Temple cultivators close to Yue Yuji would certainly make endless trouble later.
One should know, it wouldn’t be long before Ying’s own rebirth process began. If these people bore a grudge and caused trouble during his transition, they could easily consign him to eternal ruin.
Seeing Ying Chenglin hesitating, Yue Yuji seemed to falter, his body covered in sweat. With a strained voice, he said, "Daoist Ying, I understand your concerns. How about this? Here is a Golden Seal. With it, you can control this Mountain Protection Array. Take it, unlock the Sealing Array, escort everyone out along with me, then call upon the elders to deal with this demon."
Ying Chenglin’s expression shifted as he listened, his face showing a hint of eagerness and delight. Raising his voice, he said, "Indeed, Daoist Yue speaks wisely. Quickly pass me the Golden Seal! Once I hold control of the Mountain Protection Array, no matter how powerful the Old Demon is, he’ll be unable to harm us."
Seeing him agree, Yue Yuji faintly nodded, his trembling hand reaching into his sleeve. Yet his movements were agonizingly slow, his body shaking uncontrollably, his face muscles twitching constantly, as though someone were fiercely resisting him. Everyone in the hall watched on in growing tension.
Fortunately, Yue Yuji managed to draw out the Golden Seal bit by bit. With a sharp flick of his wrist, he suddenly hurled it into the air!
Ying Chenglin saw clearly, his eyes lighting up with joy. This was indeed the genuine Mechanism Gold Seal!
Even so, he remained cautious and refrained from approaching directly. Instead, he sent out a surge of green energy, intending to draw the seal toward himself.
However, just as he began to act, a chilling sensation like ice piercing his bones rushed from behind, seemingly freezing his very blood. His brows furrowed as he sidestepped, narrowly avoiding a ghastly pale white bone sword. Coldly, he said, "Zhang Boyant, so you haven’t given up your villainous schemes!"
"Old Daoist Ying, you shall not lay hands on this item!"
A wisp of faint yellow smoke suddenly streaked in from outside the hall. As it drew nearer, a figure materialized, condensing from ethereal to tangible form. First came the head, then the hands, and then the torso. Due to his high-speed flight, his lower body remained like billowing smoke, swirling and tumbling without solidifying as he arrived in the hall.
"The Netherworld Escape Technique?"
Ying Chenglin was startled. Zhang Boyant had mastered even this kind of eerie and unpredictable Escape Skill. Just how many trump cards did this man have left unrevealed?
Inwardly seething, Zhang Boyant thought bitterly. He had relied on this Escape Technique to reach the outside of the hall long ago. Originally, he had intended to watch the two inside clash so that he could profit from their struggle. Thus, he had hidden nearby.