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Chapter 236 - 198: Cross Slash (Extra update, please subscribe)

Chapter 236: Chapter 198: Cross Slash (Extra update, please subscribe)

"Outsiders..."

The Mensa wizard paced a few steps, an ominous shade of malice appearing on his aged face, "Perhaps... they also come to vie for faith. Otherwise, why kill a wizard upon arrival?"

"One from Ba Yi Village is indeed not enough."

He approached the altar, removed the pig’s head, and muttered some orders.

Before long, two robust men carried in an enormous stag’s head, entering the secret chamber.

The stag’s head likely belonged to a male deer, its antlers branched, resembling a crown and appearing exceptionally beautiful.

Now, it replaced the original pig’s head, resting at the center of the altar.

Mensa grabbed a handful of soil and scattered it over the altar, "Spirit of nature... Spirit of the stag’s head... I offer you fresh blood, I offer the souls of humans, I offer you soil and water..."

He lifted a large bowl, filling it with clear water.

Through the water, one could faintly see a dark forest.

Amidst the thick fog, the silhouette of a humanoid with a stag’s head, and its prominent horns, was quite noticeable.

"I call upon you... follow the guidance of the Voodoo Corpses, strike down the enemies of nature!"

In the Sado Sect, there were special rituals to lure the spirits of the wilderness with offerings, to help them eliminate enemies.

Of course, this was essentially no different from using fresh meat to bait a tiger.

Carelessness could easily result in backlash, and it was perilous.

However, Mensa was a Great Wizard, experienced in manipulating the spirit of the stag’s head.

Previously, it was he who deliberately lured the spirit to the vicinity of Ba Yi Village to first sow chaos, then take advantage of the unrest to let the Sado Sect’s wizards rise to power!

This was a secret not even Master Ba Yi knew!

...

"Hm?"

At this moment, Fang Xing was still on his way.

Suddenly, he halted, a contemplative look crossing his face, "The Spiritual Imprint I left behind has been washed away... Has it been discovered? Or did he die?"

After unlocking Spiritual Power, Martial Artists gained various incredible abilities.

It was said that ancient Martial Arts Grandmasters could ’lock souls from a thousand miles away,’ finding someone across vast distances, by leaving a Spiritual Imprint on them beforehand.

Fang Xing had used the same tactic on Ba Yi.

Since last night, he felt something was amiss, so he utilized Ba Yi’s own hair, causing Ba Yi to fall into his own trap.

Under the influence of his Spiritual Power, Ba Yi couldn’t detect any flaws at all.

"The last location of the imprint... I could take a look."

"Now that I possess the Great Sun Tathagata Divine Palm, even if I encounter an Evil God’s Child, I could at least strike once before fleeing..."

"And moreover... as long as I am not afraid of a surge in the level of the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra, this world could indeed effectively replenish my Divine power."

Having experienced the previous experiment of devouring a back spirit, Fang Xing knew that the various ’spirits’ here, although not as potent as the Divine power contained in the Overlord Essence, could still replenish the consumption of the Great Sun Divinity when in large quantities.

Not to mention, the one he had devoured before was the weakest of the spirits. What vast richness and delectability might the greater spirits, or even the Original Spirits, possess?

"Delectable? Something’s not right..."

Fang Xing touched his forehead, a bit speechless, "Is it the influence of this world that has slightly shifted my subconscious?"

Martial Artists from Blue Star possessed a mighty Martial Arts Will, with the most profound among them even capable of directly confronting Outer Realm Evil Gods!

But all this was predicated on believing in oneself, continuously self-reflecting.

Fang Xing immediately decided to find a place to rest and to thoroughly examine his own heart.

’Actually, a Martial Artist from Blue Star in this situation might choose to see a psychologist...’

’But with so many secrets, clearly it wouldn’t be fitting for me...’

Fang Xing crossed a ridge and suddenly noticed some commotion ahead.

A group that looked like beggars, or perhaps mountain villagers, were robbing a carriage with weapons like pitchforks and clubs.

The carriage seemed rather luxurious and bore a noble crest, indicating its owner must be more noble than Master Ba Yi.

But at that moment, as two Guardian Knights were knocked down, the bandits cheered, rushing into the carriage and first dragging out a matron in her thirties or forties, clad in a black robe.

Though the matron’s face was covered, it didn’t take long for her veil to be ripped off, and then she was swallowed up by the crowd amid the sound of tearing clothes.

"No... let the Dragon General take you all away!"

A voice full of righteous anger came from within the carriage, belonging to a very young girl, likely around sixteen or seventeen years old.

Thump, thump!

Fang Xing watched with interest as a horse charged over.

The knight on the horse wore leather armor, his Martial Skill far surpassing the two knights who had guarded the carriage.

Wielding a sheathed longsword, he lightly tapped, sending the peasants’ pitchforks and clubs flying back at even greater speed, with many bleeding and screaming:

"It’s a knight!"

"A real knight, let’s go!"

They abandoned the exposed matron, swiftly fleeing with their spoils.

The knight did not pursue; he merely protected the carriage.

"Thank you. I am Sofia from the Soren Family... the Soren Family is a vassal of the Tulip Duke, currently responding to the Duke’s call to go to the Golden City, to participate in the Radiant Church Court’s Holy Daughter selection..."

The carriage door opened, and a golden-haired girl emerged.

Her skin was as pale and smooth as milk, her golden tresses like flames, while her eyes, clear as a mountain spring, involuntarily made one feel at peace.

With delicate features and a striking appearance, she indeed was a great beauty.

"There is no need for thanks, to fight for the protection of the weak is my knight’s creed."