Chapter 175 – Li Yuan Gazes North, Mother and Daughter Reunited in the Ghostly Realm, an Envoy Dispatched to Northriver Prefecture - Part 1
Under the pallid glow of the moon, a swarm of ghostly figures materialized one after another. Each bore a weaker version of Li Yuan’s face—human-skin ghost servants advancing in waves, their weapons quivering in the long night.
Though they couldn’t reproduce Li Yuan’s original strike with true perfection, they managed a rough imitation nonetheless. One or two of these copies would have been laughable, but so many at once posed a real threat, especially as ghost servants.
Li Yuan stowed away his Ghost Bow and gripped the Dragon-Fanged Spear, still planted in the earth before him.
He’d confronted ghost servants before. At the mass grave, at the carpenter’s workshop...he had slain many of them. Which is why he knew their defining trait. They could hit you, while you couldn’t touch them, unless your weapon was enhanced with an ancestral seal drawn with shadow blood.
Yet every drop of Li Yuan’s own blood happened to count as just such a seal.
“As long as I smear my blood on the blade,” he murmured, “I can strike them like any ordinary foe.”
Beneath the moonlight, it looked like two armies clashing.
Li Yuan and the white-robed Yan Yu stood on the boundary line.
His garments whipped about in the wind, while her white robes hung perfectly still, untouched by any breeze.
Suddenly, blood oozed once more from Li Yuan’s fingertip.
With a resonant clang, he clenched his fingers around the Dragon-Fanged Spear and yanked it free of the soil. Drop by drop, his blood trickled along its edge and gathered at the spear’s tip, taking on a sinister gleam in the moonlight.
“Husband,” Yan Yu called, “don’t charge in headfirst. Let’s move back. The black market’s ghost servants likely can’t match the ones from the rouge shop. You just need to handle any that break through to us.”