Chapter 22 The Ghosts of Tingquan Island
Seeing Liu Shixing retreat, Chen Xuanlin, who had been so imposing just moments before, collapsed to the ground with a thud.
The black light of his soul energy vanished with a bang, and his white hair visibly turned white, while wrinkles formed around his eyes.
His face contorted into a look of utter agony.
Soul Summoning uses souls as a medium, draining lifespan. The pain each time it was performed was unbearable for an ordinary person.
Chen Xuanlin had been practicing Soul Summoning ever since he met Liu Shixing. Although he hadn't summoned souls again, he was still sapping his lifespan and enduring excruciating pain.
Even if Liu Shixing had stayed a little longer, Chen Xuanlin feared he wouldn't have been able to hold on, and collapsed before him.
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After Liu Shixing performed that strange technique, he retreated to Tingquan Island, but as expected, he didn't encounter a single Tingquan Island servant. A sinking feeling welled in his heart.
Just as he stepped onto Tingquan Island and was about to call his servants to prepare for defense, a strong smell of blood came, causing Liu Shixing's face to change again.
He had already realized that Tingquan Island had been attacked in his absence. The attackers,
capable of attacking Tingquan Island in such a short time and without any signal, must have been cultivators.
However, based on past experience with landings, the white-robed man and the black-robed man were not much different in strength from those on Tingquan Island. How could another cultivator suddenly appear?
Liu Shixing then considered that if the white-robed man, whom he could not identify, pursued him and joined forces with the cultivators who had attacked the island, his situation would be dangerous.
Naturally, Liu Shixing was unaware of Chen Xuanlin's situation, and a sense of alarm seized him.
With this in mind, Liu Shixing headed straight through the village, heading towards the village on Tingquan Island.
Along the way, he saw the bodies of many slaves who had originally planned to attack Sanyin Island lying on the ground. Tingquan Island had indeed been attacked. No wonder he had waited so long for these servants to arrive.
After walking for a while, he finally encountered a few living servants.
Liu Shixing's face turned grim as he asked,
"Since we've given the signal, why haven't you been on the island for so long? What happened on Tingquan Island? Are there any bandits attacking?"
The surviving servants, upon seeing Liu Shixing, immediately reported,
"Island Master, just as we were rushing back to Tingquan Island and preparing to mobilize our forces to attack them, a strange cultivator arrived. In a matter of moments, he slaughtered all the servants on their way to Sanyin Island." "
We were no match for them. We only managed to escape during the chaos."
Liu Shixing continued,
"Did you see Liu Miao return to Tingquan Island?"
One servant replied,
"No."
Liu Shixing paused for a moment before asking,
"Where is the cultivator who attacked us?"
A servant pointed in a direction, "It's still over there."
Liu Shixing narrowed his eyes slightly, "Take me there."
The surviving servants suddenly looked refreshed and led the way, swords in hand.
From a distance, Liu Shixing saw the undead spirit clad in rags and with gray-black skin.
The moment he saw the undead spirit, Liu Shixing was stunned, and a trace of fear appeared on his face. He had
originally thought that with his fourth-level Qi Chaining cultivation, he could easily resist the invading cultivators, but he became suspicious again.
This was not a cultivator, this was clearly a ghost.
In the Sea of the Dead, there is no such thing as hell.
There is only a legend that the soul of a person sinks into the ground or the seabed after death.
But that was just a legend. Liu Shixing had never seen an undead spirit in the sea or underground. Now that he really saw an undead spirit, how could he not be terrified.
The undead, covered in rags and pitch black, was wreaking havoc on some servants who were hiding everywhere.
The undead moved like the wind, and each blow had a force of a thousand pounds. None of these servants could withstand a blow from this undead.
These people had already been frightened. It was not a one-sided massacre at all by the undead.
After Liu Shixing saw the appearance of the undead, he did not immediately stop the undead from killing. Instead, he stood at a distance and did not move forward.
He was cautious by nature. Before he understood the undead's tricks, Liu Shixing did not dare to fight with the undead easily. So he ordered the person next to him, "Go, gather all the people on the island to help me kill this undead."
Liu Shixing was not sure whether this ferocious undead was related to the two brothers on the island of the shore.
In his cognition, the undead were not living people and would not trigger the rule of having to return to the original island, so he was eager to kill the undead quickly.
The man hesitated and said:
"Island Master? Including those pregnant slaves and other new maids?"
As soon as the man finished speaking, a black light flashed, and the man's ears fell to the ground, followed by a painful wail.
Liu Shixing said in a heavy tone:
"Didn't you hear me clearly? I said everyone. If you say another word, it will be your head that will fall off next time."
The man covered his ears and dared not to answer again. He turned around in fear and called for help.
On the distant mountain, two pairs of eyes were secretly watching the movements of Liu Shixing and the undead.
They were Chen Ganer and the scarred young man Liu Miao.
Liu Miao looked at the undead that was killing everyone in the village, and said indifferently:
"I didn't expect you to have this skill. You can actually summon the undead. If you had demonstrated this method at the beginning of the journey, I don't think my clan father would have come to your island."
Chen Ganer said disdainfully:
"If you had no intention of plundering our island, this undead spirit would not have appeared."
The scarred young man Liu Miao said,
"Isn't it normal for islands connected to the shore to fight each other for survival? This is also the rule of the Sea of Death."
Chen Gan'er glanced at Liu Miao and said,
"How can you be so calm when the undead spirit kills your people?"
Liu Miao said in a cold tone,
"People? These people are just servants of my clan father. Their thoughts are difficult to change. It doesn't matter if they die."
"There are only a few people on this island who can be called clan members. If you really kill my clan father, I can take you to see how these servants came about."
Chen Gan'er retracted his gaze, looked in the direction of the undead spirit again, and said,
"Now I believe it. You really want to kill your clan father."
"Let's go. It's getting late. We can't watch the show anymore. If you want to kill your clan father, you have to act quickly."
Chen Gan'er spoke this way, naturally because Chen Xuanlin had instructed him that the spirit's time on earth was limited and that it couldn't be delayed any longer.
Of course, he couldn't say this directly to Liu Miao; they simply shared a common goal of killing someone.
The two observed for a while, and by the time they were close, Liu Shixing had already gathered many islanders and directed them toward the blood-soaked spirit.
Those at the forefront were naturally those most loyal to Liu Shixing, unquestioning his words.
A little further back came opportunists, like the ones Liu Shixing had encountered on his return.
At the end came women, children, the elderly, and the timid.
To Chen Gan'er's astonishment, they were joined by many pregnant women, who struggled to walk, yet Liu Shixing still drove them toward the spirit.
At that moment, Liu Shixing smashed the head of a shrinking islander with a palm and shouted, "Then, will you?"
"Whoever dares not to go up will suffer the same fate."
This undead spirit possessed immense strength, capable of smashing a mortal's head with a single blow, while the islanders' sword attacks had no effect on it.
A mortal body against an undead spirit would have been a one-sided massacre, but Liu Shixing no longer cared about that.
Even though Chen Gan'er, hiding in the shadows, was accustomed to fighting and had battled with the island connecting to the shore many times, he was still somewhat surprised by Liu Shixing's cruelty after witnessing his actions today.
Although this undead spirit was summoned by Chen Xuanlin, Chen Gan'er did not feel much guilt. The clearing of the fog to connect to the shore was always accompanied by endless bloodshed, and countless islanders had perished in each of these encounters.
When the first wave of undead were nearly wiped out, Liu Miao finally nodded to Chen Gan'er.
He covered his wounds and slowly walked towards Liu Shixing.
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Seeing Liu Miao returning from afar, Liu Shixing's eyes moved slightly, and a look of concern appeared on his face, "Miao'er, where have you been? How are your injuries?"
"What happened to the man in black?"
Liu Miao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and clasped his fists.
"My patriarch, after I killed the man in black, I haven't seen any of our servants on the island for a long time. I suspected Tingquan Island was under attack, so I hurried back to check."
Liu Shixing said with a look of indignation,
"As expected of my adopted son, you've arrived just in time. We were ambushed by that island near the shore. They summoned an undead from nowhere to attack our island. We, father and son, must work together to destroy this undead to prevent the man in white from attacking us."