“Yaya!” Wang Cheng’an rushed to her side, aggrieved. “So many people hitting me!”
Wang Ya glared fiercely at him. “Didn’t I tell you to stick close?” Her feet shifted as her hands began Forming Seals!
Old Tang grabbed Wang Ya’s arm. “Wang Ya, you really gonna Open Yellow Springs and drag us all down there?” His grip was iron; Wang Ya struggled several times without breaking free.
Wang Ya roared, “Old Tang, let go! I have to save my grandma. If the Ghost Family hadn’t pushed so hard, I’d have Opened Yellow Springs back in Sichuan to find her.”
Zhang Qingshui arrived at Wang Ya’s side under the protection of several bodyguards, who formed a defensive line against the onslaught. Zhang Qingshui said, “There’s no turning back on the Yellow Springs Road. Once you enter Yellow Springs, you can only head to the Underworld Courts. Mortals entering the Underworld Courts face nine deaths to one life—even Feng Yuqin back then couldn’t escape unscathed, let alone you, Wang Ya? The Feng Family walked Yin for generations; they had safe ways in and out of the Underworld. Didn’t Feng Yuqin tell you?”
Wang Ya said, “No!”
Zhang Qingshui said, “I know how. As long as Feng Family blood remains, it can be done.”
Wang Ya said, “I don’t trust you.”
Zhang Qingshui said, “Wang Ya, if I wanted the Yin-Yang Scroll on you, it’d be in my hands by now.” She glanced at the hand Old Tang gripped tightly.
Wang Ya asked, “Then why didn’t you take it?”
Zhang Qingshui countered, “Why do you think you’re still alive?”
Wang Ya snorted from her nose. Suddenly, she twisted her wrist and slipped free like a slippery fish. In the next instant, her left hand clamped on Zhang Qingshui’s throat. Smiling sweetly, she said, “Thanks for breaking the Ghost Family’s array earlier, then?” No sooner had she spoken than Wang Cheng’an darted behind Zhang Qingshui, wrenching her arms back with surprising speed. “Yaya, I got her pinned!”
Zhang Qingshui’s voice rose, slightly stunned: “Wang Ya, you…”
Old Tang bellowed, “Fuck, Wang Ya, you…”
At the same moment, several gazes locked onto her, and two figures charged—one thrusting a sword straight at Wang Ya.
Zhang Qingshui snapped, “Stand down.” She took a deep breath to suppress her fury. “Wang Ya, aren’t you going too far?”
The sword halted at Wang Ya’s neck, the tip nearly touching her skin.
The swordsman gritted out, “You brat—we’ve saved your life multiple times, and this is how you repay us?”
“Eh? The Yunnan Zhang Family talking favors with me? How amusing.” The Feng Family’s grudge wasn’t the Wang Family’s, and Wang Ya wasn’t Feng blood, but Grandma had raised her, taught her Feng arts. She thought she didn’t care about the Feng extermination, but hearing Zhang Family folk call her ungrateful ignited her hatred.
A sinister voice drifted from nearby: “Heh heh heh, dog bites dog, eh? A mouthful of fur?”
Wang Ya recognized the voice instantly—the Dead Old Lady. She turned; in the darkness, she made out a short figure. Focusing, she saw it was the Old Man from before, the Ghost Granny’s kin, shrouded in Yin Qi with an unnatural stance—like he was possessed. Wang Ya asked, “Dead Old Lady, rushing to the Underworld?”
Seeing the Dead Old Lady lifted her spirits; dragging this foe down would be satisfying. Without her, a trip to the Underworld via Yellow Springs would be dull. Grandma’s letter said the Yin Spirit Scroll could open the Bardo Realm to the Underworld—no need for the perilous Opening Yellow Springs—but the Dead Old Lady and Ghost Family had hounded her relentlessly, leaving no time to study or find the right spot.
Wang Ya knew she was half-mad tonight, deliberately provoking all who coveted the Feng treasures to drag them to the Underworld Courts. Once the Ghost Family leaked news of her and Feng Yuqin, she and her dad had no path to live anyway. If dying, take more down!
She heard cars approaching from afar—more coming. Perfect! Best of all, behind the Dead Old Lady loomed a horde of figures, men and ghosts numbering at least a hundred. Wang Ya grinned brilliantly. To Wang Cheng’an, she said, “Dad, let’s go find Grandma!” With that, she gripped the sharp, glinting sword at her throat hard with her right hand, slicing her palm open. Blood gushed instantly. Her left released Zhang Qingshui’s throat as both palms flipped rapidly. A talisman light bloomed in her hands, unfolding into a fiery red, blood-like Other Shore Flower dripping vivid crimson. She roared, “Burn my essence blood, release my essence soul—return to Yellow Springs, Other Shore Flower manifest, Yellow Springs Road open! Blood Sacrifice!”
With her shout, the flower in her palm rose, transforming into a radiant crimson glow spreading outward. At the same time, Wang Ya felt her blood burning, boiling, a surging power colliding within her. Chill enveloped her—so cold!
Crimson light poured from Wang Ya, the fiery glow piercing the pre-dawn darkness. Centered on her, the entire three-hundred-meter radius of the rural road bathed in red. At her feet, fiery red, blood-vivid flowers bloomed to their peak, spreading outward from her.
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Wang Ya really took people coming after her as a challenge!