Supreme Hidden Dragon in the City
Chapter 159: Ancient Temple

Chapter 159: Chapter 159: Ancient Temple

Chen Fan gazed at the ancient temple in the distance, feeling a trace of eeriness.

He activated the Heavenly Eye and saw that above the ancient temple, malevolence reached the sky, with clusters of black resentment lingering endlessly, causing his eyebrows to furrow instantly.

"What are you going to do in that temple?" Chen Fan asked Liu Yunxi.

Liu Yunxi said, "My performing arts career has been a bit unlucky lately, I’m seeking a treasure that can help change my fate."

I don’t know if such a place has a treasure that can change people’s luck, but there surely must be something that brings misfortune. You’ve got the wrong place.

Chen Fan remained composed, planning to first see what kind of thing existed inside the ancient temple to gather such terrifying malevolence.

The two of them climbed all the way to the mountain peak.

Liu Yunxi shivered, "Why does this place feel a bit sinister?"

Chen Fan carefully observed the surroundings and found that the place was rarely visited by people, with almost no one coming here.

The surrounding trees grew plentifully, but they all looked withered, devoid of any vitality.

The two walked into the ancient temple.

The temple was small in size, with only one courtyard wall and one temple building.

As soon as he entered, Chen Fan saw in the main hall ahead an idol painted all black, with a gruesome face, hair standing on end, and holding a human bone scepter, which was extremely sinister.

"Is anyone there?" Liu Yunxi called out.

A middle-aged man dressed in a Japanese kimono, with a gloomy face, appeared in front of them.

"What are you here for?" The middle-aged man had a bit of a Sakura Country accent.

Liu Yunxi hurried forward, passing over a token, "Hello, I came here on a friend’s recommendation, seeking a treasure that can change my fortune."

The middle-aged man glanced at the token, then turned and walked into the main hall, "Come in."

The two followed him in.

Chen Fan sized up the middle-aged man and sensed fluctuations of mana on him, which were not weak.

According to Cang Yun’s description of cultivation realms, this man was probably at the level of a Four Revolutions True Person.

"I hadn’t expected to find such a level of cultivator hidden here, truly bizarre," Chen Fan muttered to himself.

The idol in the main hall was seven or eight meters tall, looking down from above, imposing an intense sense of oppression on those below.

"Kneel before the Ancient God. If your heart is sincere, he will bestow the treasure upon you," the middle-aged man spoke.

Liu Yunxi nodded, walked in front of the cushion, kneeled down, and closed her eyes with a devout expression.

The middle-aged man elegantly formed a seal, and black light shined from the eyes of the ancient idol. Then, a ray of light enveloped Liu Yunxi, and a strange array appeared around her.

Chen Fan’s face changed as he watched the scene, "A Soul Controlling Formation? Who on earth are you!"

He stepped forward and yanked Liu Yunxi up, shielding her behind himself.

The so-called Soul Controlling Formation was a sinister array designed to control the minds and spirits of people. Those in the center of the array would have marks placed on their souls, and from then on, they would obey every command, becoming puppets at the mercy of others.

Liu Yunxi looked bewildered. Upon seeing the light of the array on the ground, she was utterly shocked, "My goodness, is this a divine sign? Chen Fan, the Ancient God is about to grant me a treasure, why did you pull me away?"

Chen Fan was speechless, "This so-called Ancient God isn’t going to give you any treasure. If I were any later in pulling you away, you would have become someone’s slave!"

The middle-aged man looked at Chen Fan with a face full of surprise, clearly not expecting this seemingly ordinary guy to recognize the Soul Controlling Formation.

He swiveled his eyeballs, "Foolish fellow, ancient gods must not be blasphemed, do you know what you are doing!"

He then looked toward Liu Yunxi, "Miss, the ancient god has already shown approval of you, as long as you continue to kneel in the presence of the miracle displayed by the ancient god, you will obtain the treasure you desire. Don’t listen to this guy’s nonsense; he’s just jealous of you."

Liu Yunxi nodded her head, struggling to break free from Chen Fan, intending to continue kneeling before the statue.

Chen Fan noticed a wisp of black qi swirling in Liu Yunxi’s pupils, a clear sign she had been affected by the Soul Controlling Formation.

He yanked Liu Yunxi back to him, "Snap out of it!"

His voice, filled with the Might of the Imperial Decree Divine Skill, instantly scattered the black qi in Liu Yunxi’s eyes.

Liu Yunxi wore a confused expression, "What... what happened to me?"

Chen Fan placed her behind him, "You were nearly beguiled, now stay behind me."

The middle-aged man hadn’t expected Chen Fan to be able to dissolve the influence of the Soul Controlling Formation and narrowed his eyes, "Are you a cultivator?"

Chen Fan didn’t answer him but demanded, "Who exactly are you!"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, "I am a follower of the ancient god. You obstruct the ancient god from gaining new followers; that is a capital offense. Don’t think the trivial Spells you have can contend with the greatness of the ancient god."

"Die!"

As soon as his words fell, multiple shadows appeared around the middle-aged man, swiftly charging toward Chen Fan.

Eerie screams filled the air, causing Liu Yunxi to pale, trembling in fear, "How... how could this happen..."

Chen Fan beckoned, and the Thundercloud Sword transformed into a meter-long Divine Sword, crackling with arcs of electricity as it appeared in Chen Fan’s hand.

Lightning had the effect of restraining evil spirits, and with one swing of his sword, he severed all the approaching shadows.

The middle-aged man’s face changed drastically, "What is that you’re holding?"

Chen Fan smirked, "You’re a cultivator; surely you can’t be ignorant of what a Magic Artifact is?"

"Impossible!" the middle-aged man exclaimed, "I’ve never seen such a powerful Magic Artifact. Such an Artifact can only be possessed by ancient gods, you... who are you!"

Chen Fan snorted, "I am the one to send you to the Western Paradise!"

Then he slashed his sword toward the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man quickly retreated, then pulled a gourd from his waist, "Hmph, no matter who you are, taste the Might of the Nurture Yin Gourd bestowed upon me by the ancient god!"

He opened the lid of the gourd and countless black shadows emerged, filling the entire hall, emitting shrill howls as they enveloped Chen Fan.

Chen Fan waved the Thundercloud Sword continuously, but there were too many evil creatures to cut down.

The middle-aged man watched Chen Fan with a cold smile, "Although your Magic Artifact is powerful, it cannot withstand the attack of a multitude of Yin Spirits. You may have Mana, but considering your age, it won’t take you far. Once your Mana is exhausted, this Magic Artifact will be mine!"

Chen Fan glanced at him, "Then you’re probably thinking a bit too wishfully."

The middle-aged man’s face was filled with disdain, "You have no way to deal with the Yin Spirits from my Nurture Yin Gourd. They will relentlessly consume your Mana, and in the end, you will become nourishment for the ancient god, contributing to its revival!"

Chen Fan snorted, his pupils turning a dark golden color as he stepped back a few paces.

The middle-aged man sneered, "Giving in so soon?"

Without uttering a word, Chen Fan’s eyes emitted a strong light that instantly enveloped all the Yin Spirits in the hall.

Candle Dragon’s Eye!