Reborn as Powerful Minister's Beloved
Chapter 484 - 463 First Update

Chapter 484: Chapter 463 First Update

"Ah—" The disciple beside Chang Yu let out a scream so piercingly high it seemed to tear through the sky, startling the other disciples who had rushed over at the sound.

Clutching the Cattail Leaf Fan in his hand, Chang Yu cautiously took a step back. He waved the fan through the air, creating a gust of wind that instantly turned into frost and fell to the ground. He then pulled up the disciple on the ground, and the two of them retreated together, while the disciples of Qiandao Temple behind them also stopped in panic.

"What, what is that?" A disciple couldn’t help but speak, his voice trembling with terror and fear as if spreading a dreadful aura around.

Chang Yu didn’t answer. By now, Chang Yu, who had calmed down, had a vague guess that those two dark shadows were still within the formation. Although they had activated the formation, it seemed they couldn’t escape it.

"Is it, is it those two?" someone in the crowd cried out in fear, but where was there any human shape in these creatures? Their entire bodies were pitch black as they climbed through mid-air. No, more precisely, they were enveloped by a dark red smoke that clung to their bodies, making them appear twice their size.

"It should be, go and call Master—" Chang Yu said, standing before everyone. From the initial panic to now, he had gradually gotten a clear view of the situation inside the formation; aside from these two creatures, there was nothing else in the formation, which reaffirmed Chang Yu’s guess.

Master Ling Yi was sleeping in a daze, exhausted from the days of effort, shifting from initial confidence to gaining nothing. Only then did he realize it was a long-lasting situation and decided to rest.

But in his grogginess, Master Ling Yi suddenly heard a scream. When he opened his eyes, all was silent around him, not a sound to be heard. Just as Master Ling Yi was beginning to question if he had misheard, footsteps grew louder and closer.

Seeing the time, he realized he had slept for not even two Shichen. He simply sat up, draped on his outer robe, and was about to check on the visitor when the person had already burst in.

"Master, master, that formation, in the formation there..." The person reporting didn’t know how to describe the two creatures in the formation and could only gesture continuously toward the direction of the camp’s main gate, unable to clarify, "There’s something wrong with those two people."

Upon hearing this, Master Ling Yi didn’t wait for the other to continue and immediately walked outside. Just as he stepped out of the tent, he saw several disciples slowly retreating.

"Master Chang Ling, what’s the matter?" Ling Yi only heard someone cautiously asking as several people continued to retreat. It was then that Master Ling Yi saw a mage, slowly walking forward—it was Master Chang Ling. Although nothing seemed outwardly amiss, the way he walked was very odd. His feet dragged through the snow, unresponsive, and his movements were sluggish, as if he were drunk, stumbling and nearly falling several times.

These few disciples dared not approach nor step aside, retreating while carefully watching each other. They had initially wanted to help; in front of them, a younger disciple had gone to assist, but they had seen with their own eyes as Master Chang Ling’s hand plunged directly into the other’s chest.

But Master Chang Ling was a prominent disciple of Qiandao Temple with a very high status. Due to their low influence, they did not dare cause a commotion and decided to first observe the situation.

Frowning, Master Ling Yi had to put aside the matter at the camp’s entrance and first check on Chang Ling’s condition. However, before he could approach, suddenly, Chang Ling lunged toward the disciples of Qiandao Temple in front of him.

"Move aside, move aside—" Master Ling Yi realized something was amiss, but it was already too late when he spoke. He saw Master Chang Ling pounce on one of the Disciples of Qiandao Temple. The other three disciples screamed, intending to help, but Master Ling Yi had already sprinted forward, pushing one of them aside, his Golden Whip striking at Chang Ling.

But it was too late, blood sprayed into the air, and Master Chang Ling, hit by the Golden Whip, was sent flying several meters, blood splattering as he flew.

"Brother... save me..." The mage on the ground reached out to Master Ling Yi. As he spoke, blood gushed from the wound in his chest and from his mouth, causing the other three disciples to go weak at the knees and collapse to the ground.

"Quick, save him—" Master Ling Yi urgently said, as the three mages moved to help. The hand of the attacked man on the ground slowly drooped, and the next moment, he had stopped breathing, a fist-sized, gruesome blood hole gaping in his chest.

Master Ling Yi dared not be careless. Although Master Chang Ling was knocked to the ground and did not get up, Master Ling Yi still dared not approach. He cautiously advanced step by step, suddenly, the figure of Chang Ling on the ground moved, his arm unnaturally bending in a twisted manner as he propped himself up off the ground.

Master Ling Yi had a bad feeling; the person before him was no longer Chang Ling, perhaps he had succumbed to the same fate as those attacked by the Spells of Ghoul Ravine within the tent previously.

Master Ling Yi gripped his Golden Whip tightly, ready to strike at any moment.

"Crack, crack, crack—" The sound of breaking bones made the atmosphere turn even more terrifying. Master Chang Ling slowly "stood" up, his forehead cracked open, leaking black and red blood, his nose also broken and misaligned.

The three mages behind Master Ling Yi were even more hesitant to step forward, shivering while holding their Magic Artifacts, which were incomparable to Master Ling Yi’s, not even worth a hair.

"Brother—" One of them shakily spoke, about to continue, when Master Chang Ling suddenly looked up, his eyes suddenly focusing on those before him, startling the speaker into screaming, almost dropping the Magic Artifact in his hand and collapsing to the ground.

It wasn’t that he was scared, but what was before him was truly horrifying. Especially since they had seen Master Chang Ling alive in the flesh, and now, he was unrecognizable from the polite Master Chang Ling he once was.

Master Ling Yi stood rooted to the spot, unable to move forward; he still tried to call back Chang Ling’s sanity, unable to just watch...

However, as he hesitated, screams and chaotic footsteps, along with continuous cries, were heard from a distant flickering fire. Before Chang Ling could understand what was happening, disciples from all sides of Qiandao Temple were fleeing in secret.

"Help—"

"A monster—" The chaos swiftly spread from the center of the camp towards their location. Master Ling Yi hadn’t yet grasped what was happening when he saw the previously dead disciple of Qiandao Temple slowly stand up, his blood hole still gushing blood. In the next moment, dark red smoke began seeping from his entire body, quickly filling the blood cavity. The disciple staggered to his feet and lunged directly at the few disciples still stunned in place.