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As I watched the centipedes crawling towards me, I suddenly understood why Jin Ping was so confident.
It turned out that her fear of roosters wasn't because she was a ghost, but because she could control these centipedes.
If I were to be bitten to death by them, even if Mu Xuanche returned and discovered what happened, she could easily shift the blame.
This woman's schemes were truly vicious, to the point of instilling fear in others.
The dark mass of centipedes continued to advance toward me, and as I frantically searched for the rooster I had brought earlier, I found it dead on the stone steps nearby.
Its throat had been slit, and blood was splattered everywhere.
Jin Ping noticed my actions and looked at me with amusement.
"Heh heh, Gu Yanxi, are you still hoping that beast will save you?"
"Did you see? That beast is your fate."
Unable to bear her smug expression any longer, I pushed myself up from the ground, filled with rage as I pointed at Jin Ping.
"I'll see who dies at whose hands today."
Jin Ping put Pinky in her mouth and blew it like a whistle.
The centipedes on the ground went wild, crawling relentlessly towards me.
My shoes were completely covered in black-green centipedes. These creatures were carnivorous and loved fresh meat, especially bloodied flesh.
I hadn't seen them clearly from a distance before, but now I realized these were the most poisonous kind. Normally, centipedes have red heads, but this one had a green head—extremely toxic.
A single bite from this creature could mean certain death.
I jumped vigorously in an attempt to shake them off, but there were too many; even after getting rid of most of them, some still crawled up my clothes.
Seeing Jin Ping laughing at me with a look of amusement, I could easily guess how disheveled I must appear right now, which is why she finds it so entertaining.
A slight itch crept up my back; a centipede must have crawled in.
Life is precious, and I couldn't care less about my appearance. I stripped off my clothes, wrapping up the centipedes inside and tossing them into the fire to burn away.
I was left with only a bandeau on, standing in front of Jin Ping, whose mocking gaze made me feel particularly oppressed.
"Indeed, a woman like you, a vixen, has no shame. You just strip without a second thought; how can you not feel embarrassed at all?"
Hearing Jin Ping's insults, I ignored the centipedes on my legs and grabbed a suitable weapon from the Burial Goods nearby, swinging it toward her.
"You shameless woman, dare to mock me? Today, it's either you die or I do!"
Jin Ping didn't expect my sudden ferocity and was momentarily stunned as we grappled with each other.
Damn this witch!
I am the Direct Disciple of the Grandmaster of the Xuan Sect and possess my grandfather's Mysterious Ancient Book. How could I possibly be unable to deal with this female ghost? I refuse to believe in such misfortune.
Without talismans, I can still perform hand seals.
Without Shiro, I still have Qin Dynasty Weapons.
After some struggle, my body had already been bitten by several centipedes.
Although those that bit me were now dead, they had already released their venom into my system.
The wounds felt as if they had been scalded by boiling water, causing unbearable pain.
Gritting my teeth, I charged at Jin Ping; I had to take her down today.
Ordinary weapons from the Qin State wouldn't suffice against her, so I decided to cut my palm with the weapon.
I couldn't believe it. Coating my weapon with my blood, along with Mu Xuanche's Primordial Spirit, should be enough to deal with Jin Ping.
Taking advantage of Jin Ping's momentary lapse, I thrust the weapon I could only refer to as the Bronze Plate toward her head.
Jin Ping was no slouch either; she quickly noticed my intent and reached out to grab my Bronze Plate.
"Ah, vile woman!"
Jin Ping let out a heart-wrenching scream as her hand, which had tried to seize my weapon, was essentially rendered useless.
It was smeared with my blood. Jiang Sisi had merely brushed against my blood and was sent into a frenzy; Jin Ping, having only lost a hand, was already impressive.
Having suffered a setback, Jin Ping began to evade my Azure Paulownia, no longer daring to engage me directly.
Although I had managed to inflict some damage on Jin Ping, I hadn't come out unscathed myself.
My body was covered in wounds; aside from the bites from centipedes, there wasn't a single uninjured spot left from where Jin Ping's claws had raked me.
Except for my stomach and face, every exposed area was marked with injuries.
Everyone knows how important a woman's face is, and every mother understands the significance of the child within her womb.
With one hand crippled, Jin Ping's rage surged. The heavier the Resentment of a ghost, the greater its spiritual power became.
The Jin Ping before me was consumed by fury, devoid of reason.
Those who are rational know how to evade; it is the irrational that is truly terrifying.
She continuously swung objects at me, leaving me with almost no ability to resist.
I could only keep dodging. The Resentment emanating from her was thick with dark energy, and the air around us grew increasingly thin.
When Jin Ping hurled the literary tablet and Coffin Lid at me, I barely had any chance to evade.
I dodged to the left, only to be struck by the Coffin Lid; dodging to the right would mean being hit by Wen. In front of me were the claws of Jin Ping waiting to pounce, and behind me was a wall. I was surrounded on all sides, and it seemed like I was doomed.
The objects hurtling toward me grew larger in my vision. Knowing I couldn't escape, I closed my eyes and braced myself for impact. Suddenly, a strong grip seized my legs and pulled me downward.
I opened my eyes to see nothing but Jin Ping's groin. Someone was dragging me through Jin Ping's legs from the ground, narrowly saving my life once again.
"Yan Xi, what happened to you?" Shangguan Mingyue asked as she helped me stand up, taking off her outer garment and wrapping it around me.
I pointed behind me. "That wicked woman tried to kill me."
Turning back, I saw that Jin Ping had been affixed with a Spirit Binding Talisman by Mingyue, which should keep her subdued for a minute, giving me a chance to catch my breath.
"By the way, Mingyue, how did you get in here?"
She looked at me with a sorrowful expression. "When you came in, I sensed something was wrong. I felt you were in danger, so I forced Bai Qiling to let me in."
"Good job getting in here," I replied.
She looked at me seriously. "Yan Xi, we should deal with the female ghost behind you first."
I quickly turned around and realized that Jin Ping had already broken free from the Spirit Binding Talisman and was preparing to lunge at me.
With Shangguan Mingyue's help, I managed to hold my ground against Jin Ping this time, avoiding the earlier chaos.
"Stop!"
A furious voice came from behind, causing both sides to halt.
Mu Xuanche stood behind us, his face darkened, wearing a black shirt that was continuously stained with dark blood. The weapon in his hand, Shiro, was also covered in the same dark liquid, and there were bits of flesh smeared across his knuckles. It was clear that he had just come from a fierce battle.
Han Che's eye color emitted a cold, piercing light as he glared at us with icy anger.
My heart raced, and I held my breath in fear alongside Shangguan Mingyue, not daring to make a sound.
He approached, his hawk-like eyes scanning the scene before him. With a cold snort, he reprimanded us.
"I was over there dealing with zombies while you two were busy fighting here. Do you have a death wish?"
Shangguan Mingyue, unwilling to back down, spoke up in my defense.
"It was that ghost who wanted Yan Xi's life! You—"
Before she could finish her sentence, Mu Xuanche had seized her by the throat, rendering her immobile.
Seeing this, I rushed over and grabbed Mu Xuanche's hand to pry it off her neck.
"Mu Xuanche, what are you doing? Let Mingyue go!"
But it seemed my words had no effect on him; he didn’t even acknowledge me.
His deep black eyes shot icy daggers at Shangguan Mingyue as he scolded her. "Don't think that just because Bai Qiling has taken an interest in you that I won't act. Even if I killed you right now, Bai Qiling wouldn't dare say a word."
I couldn't stand by and watch Mu Xuanche harm Mingyue any longer. I snatched Shiro from his grip and plunged it into his arm. He winced in pain and released Mingyue.
I shouted at him, "Have you lost your mind?"
I never expected to be met with a heavy slap.
This slap hurt more than any blow I had ever received. My head tilted to the side, and I couldn't seem to process what had just happened.
It must be a dream, it absolutely has to be a dream. How could Mu Xuanche possibly hit me?
He loves me, doesn't he? How could he possibly lay a hand on me?
I refused to believe this was reality, but Mingyue's voice shattered my self-deceiving dream.
"Yan Xi, are you okay?"
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