The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics
Chapter 190 - 188 Beimang Ghost Mountain

Chapter 190: Chapter 188 Beimang Ghost Mountain

"So... Little Master, where are they now?" someone asked.

Yun Qi lifted her gaze, her delicate brows furrowed, "Among the tourists, someone brought a magical talisman for exorcism. In an emergency, it played a role. Although it can’t rescue them, it can protect them from the cavalry.

As for where they are, it’s not something that can be discerned quickly.

On the surface, there are six realms in the world, but in reality, many grey areas exist beyond the reach of the powers of the Six Realms.

Yun Qi closed her eyes, and those around her hurriedly reminded each other softly:

"Shh, quiet."

"The Little Master is pondering, don’t disturb her."

Even though they didn’t really believe that a child could do much, they figured anything was better than nothing.

In the two days before the Little Master arrived, they had thought of all sorts of exorcism methods, including someone carrying a thermos filled with dog blood.

Suddenly, Yun Qi opened her eyes, looking dignified and majestic. Then she yawned widely, turned her head, and threw herself into Yun Qiuce’s arms.

"Uncle, I’m sleepy."

Coo coo coo, she hadn’t rested all day, and the child was really too tired.

Yun Qiuce chuckled and picked her up. Yun Qi’s two arms immediately wrapped tightly around his neck. Yun Qiuce obliged and said to those around him, "Let’s call it a day; the kid’s exhausted."

The crowd reluctantly dispersed.

Yun Qiuce carried Yun Qi into the car.

The next day, Yun Qi slept until nine o’clock before waking up. Vice Director Liu was outside, feeling anxious and clawing at his heart, constantly checking his phone, almost igniting it.

Finally, Yun Qi woke up, groggy, and let Yun Qiuce wash her face and brush her teeth. Then she came out holding his little hand.

"Little Master, are you well-rested? Can you help find the tourists today? It’s already the third day; we really can’t hide it anymore. So many of their family members are already on planes," Vice Director Liu said with a mournful face.

Yun Qi blinked sleepily, finally remembering, her long eyelashes fluttering as she said word by word in her childish voice, "Don’t worry, we’ll find them today. But..."

"But what?" Vice Director Liu asked anxiously.

"We’ll have to wait until evening, and I haven’t had breakfast yet. I need to eat to have the energy to work." Yun Qi’s eyes flickered as she even looked up at her uncle, her expression seeming to ask: Are they providing food?

Vice Director Liu seemed to understand her look and hurriedly said, "We’ll provide food, we’ll provide food; I’ll have someone prepare something to eat right away."

The "Exiled Immortal" had changed outfits today, dressed in a wide-sleeved deep blue samurai robe, his long hair meticulously tied up, resembling an actor filming a historical drama. Converted to human years, he appeared to be forty, still looking towering and elegant.

The "Exiled Immortal" touched his clothes satisfied, saying, "I must say, the clothes of your era are crafted quite exquisitely, with vivid colors. In my time, dyeing technology wasn’t advanced, and blue hues often leaned towards green. That’s where the saying ’blue is extracted from indigo but surpasses it’ comes from."

Vice Director Liu’s hand trembled as he sat there, wondering what "your time" and "my time" meant. Could this person really be...

He dared not continue his thoughts.

When night fell, Yun Qi and the others arrived at the place where the bus vanished.

They had already instructed beforehand to clear the area, ensuring no casual spectators appeared.

So, when they arrived, there indeed wasn’t a single person, making the place even more desolate and terrifying. Nearby was a barren desert, and due to the tourism group’s disappearance, surrounding scenic spots were closed. As darkness descended, only the howling wind remained, causing the temperature to plummet.

Except for the "Exiled Immortal," everyone was wrapped in thick autumn clothes, even Yun Qi wore a pink knitted pullover, looking soft and adorable.

Yun Qi stood in the middle of the road, fingertips sketching golden light. Then her right hand opened with fingers extended straight, palm facing upward, her thumb pinching the root of her middle finger. She then abruptly pressed down towards the ground, as the handprint morphed into tangible golden light projected onto the ground, forming a mysterious, intricate array.

Yun Qi stood in the center of the array, the golden light flickering around her, making her little face appear delicate and obedient, with even her eyelashes glistening with dazzling golden light.

"Wandering souls, where to linger, three souls descend early, seven spirits arrive... Soul collection, Heavenly Gate opens."

As the words fell, the space twisted, and Yun Qi disappeared from her spot.

"Little Master, Little Master!" Vice Director Liu couldn’t help but call out, exchanging shocked looks with Yun Qiuce and the others.

Yun Qiuce also didn’t anticipate this outcome, walking over suspiciously, stepping on the spot where Yun Qi stood, then leaning down to dig at the ground with his fingers.

The "Exiled Immortal" beside him was quite speechless, "Rest assured, she’ll be back soon."

***

A swishing sound.

The surroundings brightened, golden light gradually retracting. Yun Qi found herself in an unfamiliar space, looking up. The mountain walls overhead were covered with countless shimmering golden veins, with energy continuously being transmitted through these veins.

Yun Qi blinked, finally recognizing where she was.

Beimang Mountain!

"Not a marquis, not a king, a thousand chariots and ten thousand steeds ride across Beimang."

Backing against the mountains, bordering on water, Beimang Mountain gathers spiritual energy, historically an ideal resting place for ancient emperors, filled with countless imperial tombs, making it a convergence point for the earth vein.

As far as the eye could see, the earth veins meandered like flowing rivers, crisscrossing in the vast stone cavern, eventually converging beneath Yun Qi’s feet.

With spiritual energy converging and vicious energy infused, it thus formed the unique Beimang Ghost Mountain.

And the ghost king of Beimang Mountain is precisely one of the five ghost emperors under the Fengdu Ghost King’s command. Yun Qi had only heard of him but never seen him, after all, she was a diligent little one who barely entered her own home.

Thinking of this, Yun Qi strolled forward. This was a naturally spacious mine cave, with the walls shimmering with golden light, the ground covered in gravel.

Not far ahead, in an open area, a bus suddenly appeared, parked conspicuously.

The bus doors were tightly shut, and the front slightly twisted, but from the blurry windows, one could see people inside, still alive.

Yun Qi quickly walked forward, and several cavalry rode out from behind the bus, seeing Yun Qi, they immediately charged on their tall horses, brandishing Mo Blades as they slashed toward her.

With a "whoosh whoosh," Copper Coins struck the blades, causing them to fly out of the cavalry’s hands. They glanced back at the direction of the weapons’ flight, then turned their heads, their greyish-white pupils devoid of emotion, yet Yun Qi could feel a chilling killing intent.

So, she intensified the golden light in her palm, and the cavalry were instantly engulfed by it, mouths open in silent screams, eventually shattering with a loud boom, their bodies along with their armor collapsing into fragments.

Yun Qi stepped on a dismembered arm on the ground; these cavalry, who could wield weapons moments ago, now were as fragile as if made of clay, turning to powder with a slight stomp.