Jiang Cheng caught Jin Ling, who still felt a bit dizzy. Looking across at Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi standing together, he hesitated for a moment before he turned to Lan WangJi, lowering his voice, “Thank you.” Although his voice was low, there was no vagueness.
Jin Ling said as well, “Thank you for saving my life, HanGuang-Jun.”
Lan WangJi nodded and said nothing. Bichen pointed at the ground with a slant. No drops of blood clung to the bright, crystalline blade as they all rolled onto the ground. He turned the blade to point at Nie MingJue, who stood at the doorway.
Wen Ning slowly crawled up and attached a broken arm, “Be careful… His resentful energy is abnormally strong.”
Chapter 107: Concealment (Part One)
Translated by K of Exiled Rebels Scanlations
Clenching his teeth, Jin GuangYao struck a few acupoints of his arm. Amidst the dizziness that came from a loss of blood, he suddenly saw Nie MingJue walk a step towards him, his eyes locked on him. He was immediately half-dead with fear.
On the side, Su She coughed out some more blood, shouting his throat hoarse, “You idiots! Why are you still standing there?! Stop him! Stop the thing at the door!”
The cultivators of the LanlingJin Sect who’d been spacing out for a while now finally took up their swords and approached, although the first two were immediately sent flying off by Nie MingJue’s palm. With his left hand, he sprinkled medicine where his hand was cut off, but the powder was washed away by the blood at once. Almost tearing up, he tore at the hem of his clothes in hope to cease the blood flow by bandaging the wound, but his left hand was burned by the poisonous smoke within the coffin and his chest was as well, unable to exert strength. He tore for quite some time, trembling, yet he still couldn’t tear it off, only adding to his pain. Su She threw himself over and ripped off a piece of white fabric from his own clothes to bandage his wound.
At the same time, Lan XiChen led Nie HuaiSang to somewhere that was safe. Su She searched for extra medicine on him, but to no avail, turning to Lan XiChen, “Sect Leader Lan! Sect Leader Lan, do you have medicine? Help him out—Sect Leader has always treated you with respect! Just take it as doing him a favor!”
As Lan XiChen saw how terrible Jin GuangYao looked, almost passing out, slight hesitation passed through his eyes. At this time, a few screams came from over on the other side. With a heavy punch, Nie MingJue smashed three of the cultivators into a scarlet puddle of flesh!
Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi stood in front of Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling. Wei WuXian, “Wen Ning! How did you run into him?!”
After Wen Ning put his arm back in place, he shifted to attach his broken leg, “Young Master… I’m sorry… You told me to go back and find Young Master Lan. I couldn’t find him in the inn, so I could only search for him in the streets. Before I could find Young Master Lan, I saw ChiFeng-Zun walking out in the open, as though he was looking for something. A group of beggar children saw him and went to fool around with him. They didn’t know what he was. ChiFeng-Zun was completely unconscious. With his bare hands, he almost… I could only keep fighting with him all the way here…”
It was entirely needless for Wei WuXian to ask why he couldn’t find Lan WangJi at the inn. He couldn’t sleep next door to Lan WangJi, so could Lan WangJi have slept next door to him? It was natural that he, too, went out and roamed around before he saw Fairy who fled the scene, searching for help. The sudden storm must’ve began after Wen Ning and Nie MingJue started to fight as well.
A creature such as the ‘corpse’ attracted darkness in the first place, much less two of these unusual fierce corpses!
Although the LanlingJin Sect cultivators couldn’t at all compete with Nie MingJue, they continuously rushed forth with bravery. Yet, as their swords met with Nie MingJue’s body, it was as though they met with fine steel, unable to carve even the slightest wound. Nie HuaiSang peeked carefully from behind Lan XiChen’s back, his voice both frightened and eager, “B-B-Brother, I-I’m…”
Nie MingJue’s pupil-less eyes stared, widened, before he charged at him. Lan XiChen lowered his chin slightly. With a sob of Liebing, Nie MingJue’s figure froze.
Lan XiChen, “Brother, this is HuaiSang!”
Nie HuaiSang, “Brother can’t even recognize me…”
Wei WuXian, “Not only can’t he recognize you, he can’t even recognize whom he himself is right now!”
Nie MingJue had already become a corpse controlled by the heavy energy of resentment. He was fierce and violent, attacking indiscriminately. After he’d rested for a while, Wen Ning sunk into battle again, but Wen Ning’s resentful energy wasn’t as heavy as his, and his physique wasn’t as tall either. On top of that, Wei WuXian’s flute had broken, unable to provide any assistance. He was somewhat in the disadvantage. Just as Jin GuangYao, who’d been lying on the ground, finally staunched the bleeding from his wound, Su She got up and put him over his back, wanting to run away amid the chaos. The movement made the alert Nie MingJue notice them again. He threw Wen Ning off and walked in large strides towards Jin GuangYao.
Jin Ling exclaimed, “Uncle! Run!”
Hearing that he even dared say something to remind his enemy, Jiang Cheng slapped him on the back of his head, shouting in rage, “Shut up!”
Jin Ling only realized after he took the slap. But, after all, it was his uncle, someone who’d watched him grow up. In the past decade or so, it wasn’t that Jin GuangYao was unkind to him. As Jin Ling saw that he was about to die in the hands of the fierce corpse, he couldn’t help but to exclaim. Yet, as Nie MingJue heard him, he turned around almost as if in confusion.
Wei WuXian felt his chest tighten, lowering his voice, “Oh no!”
Now that Nie MingJue had become a fierce corpse, his resentful energy was of course highest when directed at his enemy, Jin GuangYao. However, fierce corpses didn’t tell people apart through their eyes!
Jin GuangYao was quite close to Jin Ling in terms of bloodline. To creatures of darkness, the blood and breath of both these two humans seemed somewhat familiar, and those in a state of disorientation would find it even more difficult to tell the two apart. Right now, blood poured from Jin GuangYao’s lost arm. With weak breaths, and he was almost half dead, while Jin Ling was still alive and jumping. Nie MingJue’s dead, thoughtless brain naturally held greater interest in him.
Lan WangJi commanded Bichen forth to attack straight at Nie MingJue’s chest. As expected, the blade stopped as soon as it landed. As Nie MingJue looked down and saw the glittering sword, he roared and reached for it. Lan WangJi immediately summoned back Bichen, which flew into its sheath with a loud clang. Nie MingJue ended up empty-handed. Right after, with a turn of his left hand, he flipped out the Wangji guqin and placed it on his palm. Without any hesitation, he strummed a stream of notes. Lan XiChen returned Liebing to his lips again as well. With a wave of his hand, Wei WuXian sent out over fifty talismans flying towards Nie MingJue, but before they even got close, they were ignited by his resentful energy and burned to ashes in the air!
With a roar, Nie MingJue grabbed at Jin Ling. Both Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling had backed away to the corner of the wall, unable to retreat further. Jiang Cheng could only stuff Jin Ling behind him and unsheathe Sandu, which at the moment was unable to use spiritual energy, forcing himself to fend off the attack. Although both the guqin and the xiao had sounded, they were going to be too late!