9. The Great Show Begins
“Impossible!”
Yin Wuzong’s face turned ashen, his expression twisting into a mask of disbelief.
He couldn’t understand how Gong Yiling had set up this illusion. They had checked the area before the attack and found nothing unusual.
This illusion appeared so suddenly, its scale so vast, it couldn’t have been created by a single person. It must have come from a talisman.
But talismans…
“Don’t bother guessing.” Miss Gong, seeing his confusion, sighed. “Since you could trick the people of Shuhua Daoist Mountain into doing your bidding, why couldn’t I secretly replace their talismans before they were used?”
“You mean… that barrier was the illusion!”
She had indeed been monitoring the movements of Shuhua Daoist Mountain, and to swap out their talismans right under their noses, only Gong Muzhi could have accomplished such a feat.
—So this girl had this up her sleeve all along!
Yin Wuzong’s face was now a sight to behold.
In Yan Chuyue’s words, such a handsome young man, now twisted into a pretzel.
“Good… good… hahahaha!!!”
He burst into a fit of rage-fueled laughter, a tidal wave of nascent soul energy erupting from him, almost blowing the entire room apart.
“A brilliant trick, but what’s the point?” Yin Wuzong sneered. “You’re alone. Even with those worthless scraps, it’s useless. I’ve stationed men at all the exits. Not even a fly can escape. Do you think you can turn the heavens upside down?”
“I can’t, but—”
Just then, a figure kicked through the window, sending Yin Wuzong flying. He crashed into the wall, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
“Ugh—”
Not just him, but everyone present stared in shock at the woman in the black-haired, white-dressed woman who now stood where he had been.
“What are you showing off for? Do you really think Ling, I mean, Yuan’er, came here unprepared?”
Wen Qiyin quickly retreated, frowning. “An instructor?”
“What instructor?” Gong Muzhi puffed out her chest and flicked her wrist. “Weren’t you looking for that Immortal Master?”
“That’s me.”
“What!?”
They had never imagined that the most dangerous Immortal Master was right under their noses all along. If they had known, Yin Wuzong would have never launched this plan.
“Oh, right.”
Gong Muzhi casually tossed a pile of items on the ground. “These are the sound transmission stones I took from your men outside. Just returning them to their rightful owner.”
Her words made Wen Qiyin and Yin Wuzong’s hearts sink.
Her plan was too flawless.
They could have contacted their disciples from Shenqi Daoist Mountain and asked for reinforcements from the Law Enforcement Hall.
But now, even that path was cut off!
“You ignorant little fools, you dare to use the Mingjue Sect’s things? You don’t have enough heads to play with.”
Gong Muzhi flicked her wrist, sending Wen Qiyin flying into a wall, and sighed. “No one prays for such things anymore. Even the demonic sects fear it like the plague. What are you?”
“Go!”
In this dire situation, Yin Wuzong could only roar at his remaining subordinates, “Every man for himself!”
Was he really that kind, staying behind to cover their retreat?
But the next moment, Gong Yiling’s guess was proven wrong.
After shouting for them to run, Yin Wuzong, seeing Gong Muzhi’s attention diverted, immediately jumped out the window.
So he just wanted them to be a distraction.
Gong Yiling chuckled, then moved, intercepting him at the door.
“Where do you think you’re going, Young Master Yin?”
She twirled her throwing knife and smiled. “You thought you could escape after using your subordinates as bait?”
Yin Wuzong quickly pressed several acupoints, temporarily suppressing his injuries.
He didn’t even have time to take a pill to recover, forced to fight for his life in his injured state.
“If I get rid of her, I can live!”
He raised his sword, his eyes filled with a desperate resolve.
“Then let me see how you live.”
With that, Miss Gong moved.
This time, besides her demonic cultivation, she held nothing back.
Her movements were like the wind, her techniques ever-changing. Even her throwing knife, controlled by an invisible thread, attacked him from all angles, like a chain sickle.
Yin Wuzong had never encountered such a bizarre martial art. No matter how he attacked or defended, she always found the perfect angle or timing.
And his pride, his cultivation and nascent soul power suppression, seemed non-existent before this girl.
Her every attack was infused with nascent soul energy and a seemingly endless supply of spiritual energy, far beyond what a Soul Origin cultivator should possess.
But she wasn’t at the Earthly Nether realm either. There was a significant difference between her and cultivators at that level.
And with his injuries, after just a few exchanges, he was covered in cuts, his sword knocked from his hand.
“You’re not fighting fair!”
Yin Wuzong tried to distract her with words.
Miss Gong, knowing he was stalling for time, stopped her attack and played along. “Not fighting fair? Hilarious.”
“How many people have you trapped in that cave? How many more will you harm to achieve your goals? Against a villain like you, why should I fight fair?”
“They all willingly dedicated themselves to the Divine King’s Court. What does that have to do with you?”
“Willingly?” Gong Yiling laughed. “I’m tempted to rip out your heart and see how black it is to do such a thing!”
Just then, a black-robed woman suddenly entered the fray, forcing Gong Yiling back with a few strikes.
“You are…?”
“Who I am is none of your business.” The woman turned to Yin Wuzong. “Sister Gong is waiting for you outside. I’ll handle things here. Go quickly.”
Hearing this, Yin Wuzong finally sighed in relief.
He had only asked the demonic sects for support, but he had been outsmarted by this Lü Youyuan. Fortunately, these demonic cultivators were reliable and had come to his aid after receiving his message.
Otherwise, he didn’t know how this would have ended
