Chapter 44: Soul-Locking Nails

Although I had long since heard the footsteps of two people behind me and knew something was amiss, I never imagined that the anomaly would lie with Monk Ciji himself.

Looking back, Monk Ciji must have been possessed by a ghost the moment we entered this cave.

The two sets of footsteps behind me belonged to Monk Ciji and, naturally, that female ghost.

Now, as the flashlight beam cuts through the darkness, even more...

However, Yun Ling had his own confidence in doing this, as he remembered certain things concerning the Nether Soul Mine.

The curses died in his throat because Third Master and Third Mistress were both present, and Yang Yi even caught sight of an extremely familiar face.

By now, it has spread to every corner of the world, with countless people diving into it and having the time of their lives.

Just look at the swaggering demeanor of the Ming army, and you will understand how formidable they truly are. Their overwhelming artillery and advanced firearm tactics left the enemy utterly powerless—their entire naval fleet annihilated, and the Tokugawa army, representative of top-tier infantry combat capability, completely wiped out. Doesn't that prove everything?

Xin Yunshu clutched a genuine, ice-like talisman of divine grace, which shimmered dazzlingly with pure white light.

The heat wave confidently tossed his face aside, wearing a cool expression as he brushed past Carla. "Skirt, call me," he said with a cool departure, his self-assurance coming from who knows where.

"It seems your luck is truly remarkable; you always manage to get what suits you best," Beibeibei remarked.

A single remark snapped them out of their daze, and everyone suddenly understood, realizing they had been having so much fun they had forgotten their primary objective.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter to me. After all, Yun Ling is supporting me now," Qiu Luoling said with a cheeky smile.

"Student Feng Xue, your commission reward has been credited. Please proceed to the administrative office to collect it." Feng Xue opened her student ID, and a string of information appeared before her eyes.

Li Xinru couldn't help shaking her head. Dustin had already told her the requirements for the gift: the price should be within two to three hundred bucks, yet it couldn't be ordinary—it had to show character and thoughtfulness. This put her in a difficult spot. Where on earth was there such a good deal as getting something wonderful without spending money?

Thinking of the past, Zhang Yang felt a sense of disillusionment. After all, there was no need to dwell on the capabilities of his gray magic; once that gray magic was gone, his current state was hardly surprising.

"You can't even handle a simple task like this?!" Du Yuesheng snapped irritably. He was speaking to Qing Da, who, upon returning, had first come to report to him. The moment Du Yuesheng heard that the money had been intercepted by the Red Gang, he couldn't help scolding him.

What truly astonished everyone was the beam of crimson light soaring from the crown of Shen Feng's head. Anyone who had reached the eighth stage of the Void Immortal realm naturally knew this was the residual phenomenon produced when a cultivator's celestial manifestation was about to break through the physical body.

"Big brother, just say the word! I'll do whatever you tell me!" Long Yang gradually calmed down, knowing that Xu Hong must already have a countermeasure, so he asked with an open mind.

"Fight then! I refuse to believe that a human cultivator who relies on sneak attacks, not even reaching the Celestial Immortal realm, can kill me with just a divine sword in his hand!" The octopus monster was provoked into a fury by Xu Hong. Yet Xu Hong had to admire its sharp eyesight; it had instantly perceived his current cultivation level and the grade of the Yuchang Sword in his hand.

Hearing this, Qin Susu was slightly startled, never expecting Peony to say such a thing today. Looking at the remarkably delicate-looking girl before her, whose eyes were filled with submissiveness, a trace of intrigue flickered in Qin Susu's gaze.

From this day onward, Du Yuesheng's demeanor underwent a drastic change. His former mystery and low profile vanished as he began to make public appearances. This recently risen young man was finally revealing his true appearance and identity to society.

Shen Feng had long harbored a deep, burning hatred for Li Zhaotian, longing to flay his skin, dismantle his bones, eat his flesh, and drink his blood.

"If you want to save him, come with us—" In the end, only these words lingered in the air, and the other figures in black vanished without a trace in an instant.

Ye Shiyi retreated hastily by several paces, distancing herself from that pot of black water. It was fine as long as the black water stayed in the pot; if it ever got into someone's stomach, it would be the end.

The curtains parted on both sides, and Yang Wu stepped forward to pull one half open. The room instantly brightened as sunlight poured in.

"Don't worry! It won't happen! I know what I'm doing!" Su Chuan felt immense self-assurance. He was confident that, given his understanding of Shui Xianmo, she would definitely listen to him. Yet Su Chuan overlooked one detail: the reason Shui Xianmo used to be so obedient to him was that it was before Murong Shan ever appeared.

Having been through such an ordeal once before, Ye Jin was not nearly as terrified this time. However, he noticed that something about the lion seemed a bit off, though he couldn't quite pinpoint the difference.

To his surprise, Ran Heya and Zhao Enquan showed no sign of anger at his actions; instead, they smiled and comforted him.

Fortunately, the vanguard leader was a rather competent commander. While the others panicked, he maintained his composure, personally stepping forward to investigate. He finally uncovered some clues: the riverbed was riddled with hidden traps like sharp rocks that had been planted there long ago.

At that moment, another gasp of astonishment erupted from the surroundings, and all eyes converged on Fang Xing. Fang Xing's face was pale, and traces of blood stained the corners of his mouth, but two brilliant rays of light burst from his eyes, as bright and clear as a pair of pearls.

Siyan laughed even harder. If there was one thing about Ran Heya that appealed to her, it was this unvarnished, completely unpretentious candor.

The disciples of the sect's guard detachment engaged in fierce, blushing battles with various low-tier demonic beasts. Fortunately, Yuejing Mountain no longer harbored any overly powerful beasts, otherwise this medicinal fragrance might have drawn unnecessary trouble.

"Lady Yexuan, where are you all headed?" Feng Yuan asked while taking a stroll after a meal, running into Yexuan just as she was about to lead her people out.

Tashi glanced sideways toward Zhang Yuanda's direction, whether intentionally or not. It was unclear whether he had seen Zhang, nor did he show any particular reaction. After a brief glance, he calmly continued his conversation with Xu Zhiwu.

Gris rarely encountered such an enthusiastic person, and after a string of remarks from the other party, he found himself momentarily dazed. Just as he was about to reply, he saw Gil leave his side, walk up to Diana, and drop to one knee.

"Stop! What are you doing!" Before she could overthink, Diana unleashed a surge of surging battle aura, instantly executing a Fearless Charge to parry Hans's dagger just before he could strike.