amaotonovel Chapter 316 Young Master Shen, Save Me
Chapter 316 Young Master Shen, Save Me
Chapter 316 Young Master Shen, Save Me
The setting sun, like blood, dyed the black mist before the Demon-Suppressing Prison a dark purple.
As night fell, Xiao Xingchen stood before the carved wooden window on the second floor of the teahouse outside the Demon-Suppressing Prison, his fingertips gently caressing the celadon teacup.
Downstairs on the street, the Shen family's Crimson Flame Banner and the Tianling Kingdom's Black Iron Armor were facing off, the crisp sound of weapons clashing echoing intermittently.
These are reinforcements from the Shen family and Tianling. In the past few days, reinforcements from both camps have been rushing to Yong'an, leading to constant conflicts. Whenever members of the two camps meet on the road, a fight is almost inevitable.
The dramatic breakup between Xiao Xingchen and Ling Xue naturally needs to find the right audience to watch.
"I heard that three more cultivators were swallowed by the black mist last night." Xizhu pushed a plate of osmanthus cake in front of him, her face showing a gossipy, spectator-like expression.
"Going in now would almost certainly mean certain death. Their main force won't venture in rashly before they've thoroughly investigated the situation, which gives me an opportunity."
"Where's Ling Xue? When is she coming? I can't perform this scene without her; the fighting has already started!"
Xiao Xingchen waited anxiously, but Ling Xue, who had promised to come and act, had yet to appear.
"What's the rush? Finding an audience isn't difficult. Right now, the one thing we have in abundance in front of the Demon Suppression Prison is an audience."
"It's different. This Shen family member below should be of higher status than Shen Li. I think his name is Shen Hao. Shen Li is standing behind him."
"Nothing is different. As long as news of you spreads, they will swarm here. However, the killing intent from Tianling will also follow. Are you sure you can withstand it?"
"Putting everything else aside, I'm pretty good at taking a beating, I'm very resilient, don't worry."
Suddenly, the copper bells on the eaves of the teahouse started to move without any wind.
Xiao Xingchen's rhythm as he tapped his knuckles on the celadon cup faltered, and the dark purple sunlight streamed through the carved wooden window, casting mottled bloodstains on his white shirt.
The sounds of swords clashing downstairs suddenly intensified; the Shen family's Crimson Flame Banner billowed like waves, and the cold gleam of their black iron armor pierced the twilight.
"They're here." Xizhu suddenly stood up, her gaze fixed on the distance.
Looking into the distance, black mist swirled from the direction of the Demon Suppression Prison, carrying with it the sharp cries of an infant. Xiao Xingchen's pupils shrank. He was all too familiar with that sound. The pale face of the infant that had appeared when he had mistakenly entered the Demon Suppression Prison last time was now faintly visible in the black mist.
Ling Xue's figure emerged from the mist, a dazzling sword light cleaving through the darkness, causing everyone to pause in shock.
The demonic sword was drawn, its chilling aura already slicing through the crimson gauze draped over the teahouse.
As the sword light descended, the Shen family cultivators who were engaged in battle had no time to dodge, and streaks of blood bloomed in the air.
"How dare you! Who are you?" Shen Hao roared in fury, but the sword light vanished in an instant.
She leaped onto the second floor, stepping over the corpses of the Shen family cultivators, the jade pendant at her waist gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light in the twilight.
"So you really are here." Ling Xue pointed her sword at Xiao Xingchen's throat, the black mist swirling around the blade condensing into a ghostly shadow.
"Hand over the map of the Demon Suppression Prison."
A furious roar echoed throughout the Demon Suppression Prison.
Xiao Xingchen took half a step back, knocking over the tea table, and the celadon cup shattered into dust.
He pulled a half-rolled sheepskin from his sleeve; the still-wet ink on the map rustled in the sword's aura. "Why must you be so ruthless, young lady? I am but a storyteller..."
"A storyteller would recognize a ghost-faced infant crying?" Ling Xue sneered, and the ghost sword suddenly extended three inches.
The beams and pillars of the teahouse snapped with a deafening roar, and streaks of sword light were about to kill Xiao Xingchen on the spot.
A furious shout came from downstairs: "Stop that ghost swordsman! I want that scholar alive!"
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Xiao Xingchen jumped out of the window and plummeted towards the Shen family's camp, shouting as he did so.
“I know the secret of the Demon-Suppressing Prison. Whoever saves me, I will tell them.”
"This crazy woman is going too far! Help!"
"Help, help me..."
Shouts rang out, and Shen Hao had already leaped up the moment Ling Xue uttered her first word.
"You're in charge of rescuing that scholar, and I'll weigh this ghost sword."
Shen Hao's voice reached Shen Li's ears, and she was slightly taken aback. This scholar actually knew about the Demon Suppression Prison and even had a map?
Considering the courteous treatment he received from the eldest princess and the others, she hardly hesitated.
"Everyone, protect that scholar! Charge!"
The Shen family's Crimson Flame Banner transformed into flames, engulfing everything in front of them.
Tianling's Xuan Tie Armor also reacted at this moment.
"Quickly, we absolutely cannot let the Shen family get their hands on that scholar. If he cannot be used by us, then kill him."
A major battle is imminent, about to erupt.
Originally, the friction between the Shen family and Tianling was still within a controllable range. However, Xiao Xingchen's roar was like a spark falling into a powder keg, instantly igniting everyone's anger.
The Shen family surged towards Xiao Xingchen like a tidal wave, with Xuan Tiejia unleashing his killing move, determined to kill him. Shen Hao, light as a swallow, leaped to catch the falling Xiao Xingchen, his Xuan Tie sword flashing like a dragon emerging from the sea, severing the pursuing ghostly figures.
He was overjoyed, and a warm smile, like a spring breeze, spread across his face.
"Is the gentleman well?"
"Thank you, Young Master Shen." Xiao Xingchen clutched his bleeding right arm, his face showing gratitude. But his gaze quickly shifted to Ling Xue, and grief and indignation resurfaced.
"That map marked the Immortal Prison Gate of Life, but unfortunately it was destroyed by the Ghost Sword..."
Before he could finish speaking, a deafening roar came from the direction of the Demon Suppression Prison. Black mist rose into the sky like nine black dragons, piercing the heavens, and at the end of the chains, the phantom of the Jade Capital Immortal Palace seemed to be visible.
Shen Hao's pupils contracted sharply, as if struck by lightning.
"Sir, you just said...this isn't the Demon-Suppressing Prison?"
"It's the Immortal Prison." Xiao Xingchen gazed at the strange phenomenon in the sky, a sly smile playing on his lips, as if everything was under his control.
"When Yujing fell three thousand years ago, some immortals were locked here. Now, the black mist is spreading, which is a sign of the immortal corpses reviving."
This was a lie meticulously woven by Xiao Xingchen, as tight as a net, and no one could verify it anyway.
Moreover, Ling Xue's acting was so realistic, taking down Shen family cultivators with a single sword strike, and she even showed a murderous intent towards Xiao Xingchen, which made Xiao Xingchen's heart pound. Did this woman really intend to take his life?
What happened to acting? Why is there such intense murderous intent?
"I understand. The Shen family will definitely help you get out of this predicament. The best course of action now is for us to leave here first."
Shen Hao was overjoyed. He never expected that his casual outing would yield such a great harvest. At the same time, all the information about the white-robed scholar was also completed in his mind.
The direct descendants of the Shen family weren't fools either. Not only did he think this way, but Shen Li also came to help repel the attack from the Xuan Tie Jia immediately.
"You go first, I'll cover you from behind,"
"Thank you very much, Sister Li. You definitely deserve a share for this great achievement. I'll take my husband and leave now."
"Leave? With your strength?" Ling Xue had appeared behind Xiao Xingchen at some point, radiating a chilling killing intent. Her ghost sword was drawn.
"Be careful!" Shen Li exclaimed in alarm. She had experienced the eeriness of the Ghost Sword before, and she saw Ling Xue's sword about to pierce Xiao Xingchen.
At this moment, even Xiao Xingchen was stunned. Could it really be that real? This was a fatal sword strike.
With a "splat," blood splattered all over Xiao Xingchen's face, but the expected pain did not come.
"Ghost Sword, is that all?" A blood-soaked hand gripped Ling Xue's sword, the tip now resting between his brows.