NCCnovel Chapter 210 Cutting Off the Power of Incense Offerings
Chapter 210 Cutting Off the Power of Incense Offerings
Wu Jin's connection with the talisman was severed, and his soul was like a kite with a broken string, swaying precariously in the cold, eerie wind.
Xue Chongyu, who was standing in front of him, noticed that something was wrong with this person. The girl glanced back and a white object flew out from her fingertip, directly blocking Wu Jin's soul.
"Incompetent bungler."
Wu Jin heard the girl's words, but the young man remained silent, his attention focused entirely on the strange old man in front of them.
The chill emanating from Xue Chongyu had reached its peak. If he wanted to use more demonic power, he would probably have to revert to his demonic form.
"This is outrageous, in broad daylight!" Wu Jin's soul coughed up a breath of dissipated soul energy, and his entire soul slowly flew back into his body.
Xue Chongyu understood what the young man meant. Both of them had spent some time on the front lines of the Yuanming Lower Realm battlefield, so they had naturally heard about the demonic poison of Luoxia Mountain.
Previously, the information provided by the immortal sects in the lower realms indicated that those below the Nascent Soul stage would be infected by demonic poison.
The old man before us is the City God of Golden Valley City, possessing at least the strength of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm.
The four grotesque heads tangled together behind him must be the four chief officials of the underworld.
In the vast underworld, filled with numerous gods and countless souls, not a single one was spared.
While the two sides were locked in a standoff, Wu Jin's soul returned to its place, and he slowly stood up from the ground.
The white light that Xue Chongyu had just released was a small white wolf, only the size of Wu Jin's fist. The moment Wu Jin stood up from the ground, it lightly jumped a few times on the young man's sleeve and finally perched on the young man's shoulder.
"I am not pleased that you two have come uninvited."
The eerie old man finally spoke, his voice hoarse and low, just like the bull-headed man's before.
Wu Jin glanced at Xue Chongyu, seemingly asking the girl for her thoughts.
Xue Chongyu's hair cascaded down her chest like a white waterfall. The girl raised her hand and brushed the messy strands behind her, and the frost behind her automatically condensed into a crystal-clear ice ring that bound her hair. The icy blue light in the girl's eyes intensified, like the eternal ice and snow of the Northern Region.
Pure and clear.
I don't care if you're happy or not!
The girl's voice, filled with boundless unbridled arrogance, transformed into a sharp, snow-white beam of light before Wu Jin's eyes, flying towards the eerie old man.
“If they are gods, they surely wouldn’t want to become like this… Ji Jing…”
"Buzz!" A crisp sword sound rang out in the dark and gloomy Ghost Street of the Underworld, and Wu Jin involuntarily took a step back. But a pair of eyes with a hint of green kept following Xue Chongyu's figure.
Layer upon layer of ice clusters centered on the girl, piercing towards the eerie old man opposite her, each cluster of ice crystals containing boundless chill.
That was the extremely cold energy contained within the Silver Moon Wolf's body.
Wu Jin smiled faintly: "As expected of...a favored daughter of heaven."
While celestial prodigies cannot unleash their full power when acting in the mortal realm, Xue Chongyu's mere eighty percent of his strength was enough to overwhelm the eerie old man opposite him, leaving him breathless. The four heads behind him, riddled with wounds amidst the boundless icy sword intent, were finally severed and fell to the ground, emitting piercing screams.
The girl stood before her, the immortal sword in her hand, named Ji Jing, emitting a sharp sword light.
It was as if the legendary sun, which had set once every thousand years in the Northern Region, illuminated the entire underworld.
The strange old man was injured on the back of his head, and some incomprehensible words came out of his mouth.
"Guard...the underworld..."
"The Book of Fate... is forbidden..."
"No!!!"
A roar came.
Xue Chongyu watched as the heads that had been severed by her sword light returned to the eerie old man's back.
A yellowish-brown halo enveloped the eerie old man, and a faint scent of incense filled the air.
"The power of incense and prayers!" Xue Chongyu's expression changed drastically.
The two chose to act at night for two reasons: to be more discreet and to prevent such incidents from happening again.
The gods in this underworld derive most of their power from the wishes of mortals. The strange monster before them, which had just been at a disadvantage under Xue Chongyu's attack, has now absorbed the incense and wishes from the mortal realm, and its power has actually increased to a higher level, even showing signs of subtly overpowering Xue Chongyu.
The girl glanced at Wu Jin behind her: "Go... cut off this incense offering and prayer."
Knowing that his damaged soul would be of no help if he stayed, Wu Jin took a deep look at the girl in front of him, then transformed into a streak of emerald light and flew out of the underworld.
Outside the underworld, in the city of Golden Valley, a huge incense burner appeared in front of the imperial palace at some unknown time. It was as big as dozens of people could hug, and long incense sticks as thick as an infant's arm were burning inside.
The incense burner was placed on a high platform, with lines of people lining up in front of it.
They were inserting incense sticks one by one in the darkness.
"In the middle of the night... I was woken up in the middle of the night and called here to do this!" A middle-aged man complained to the person next to him.
"Shut up! This is the Grand Preceptor's order. Do you dare disobey... His Majesty?"
The middle-aged man suddenly came to his senses. He slowly followed the person in front of him toward the incense burner.
Suddenly, a clear female voice rang in his ears: "Uncle, may I ask who this Grand Preceptor of Golden Valley City is?"
The middle-aged man saw a young girl in red appear in front of him.
Although she was dressed in a striking red outfit, her features were unusually pure and innocent, especially her bright, innocent eyes, which resembled those of a fawn.
Before the girl could speak, at least dozens of eyes had already fallen on her.
"Young lady, you must be from out of town. The Imperial Preceptor of our dynasty is a sage whom His Majesty sent to the desolate sea three years ago to invite back. His magical powers are boundless."
Xue Lan narrowed her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes concealing the murderous intent in the girl's eyes.
"That's all?" The girl's voice was filled with doubt.
The middle-aged man couldn't say anything more, so he pointed to two people in black robes and masks next to the incense burner: "These are people from that lord's side. You can go and ask them, young lady..."
At this point, Xue Lan noticed a thick black aura appear between the brows of the man who had previously been clear-headed.
"The adults are all busy... why don't you stay at my house tonight, young lady..."
As he spoke, he reached out to grab Xue Lan's wrist.
The girl snorted and took a step back.
"You little bitch... don't be so stubborn!" The middle-aged man suddenly flew into a rage and pounced on Xue Lan.
Xue Lan stood still without reacting, as several emerald green bamboo leaves and a pale blue arrow flew towards the middle-aged man at the same time.
In an instant, not only did the middle-aged man fall to the ground, but all the dazed and confused people around him also collapsed in the dust and smoke.
Xue Tong leaped down from the rooftop not far away and landed beside Xue Lan, kicking the middle-aged man lying on the ground several times.
"What is that? What bad luck!"
After venting her anger, the little girl looked at Xue Lan and asked, "Don't you have hands?"
Xue Lan thought to herself, "Isn't it because of you?"
However, the girl didn't dare to voice her true thoughts, fearing she would be beaten.
The two men in black robes beside the incense burner tried to run, but their bodies were completely out of their control, with emerald bamboo leaves clinging to their skin. They exploded into dazzling fireworks.
Wu Jin, who had just emerged from the underworld, staggered as he slowly bowed to the girl in red before him: "Miss Xue, it's been a long time!"