Chapter 33: The Ghost Lord of Yin Mountain

Chapter 33: The Ghost Lord of Yin Mountain

Outside the window, raindrops lingered, while inside the main hall of Yi Zhaung, silence reigned.

At that moment, the coffin against which the Falling Star Gate junior sister was leaning suddenly moved.

Without a sound, as if someone were pushing from within, the coffin lid cracked open slightly.

Immediately after, a thin, withered hand emerged from the gap.

The hand was blue-black, resembling a mummified corpse, with long, curved nails that glinted coldly.

As the fingers spread, they slowly reached for the girl's neck.

The girl remained oblivious; her senior brother only worried about the living and never imagined that something sinister could emerge from the coffin behind her, thus he remained unaware of what was happening.

Just as the woman's throat was about to be seized...

A silver light suddenly illuminated the space!

A dragon’s roar echoed grandly, and a vast killing intent seemed to drag one into an ancient battlefield.

The senior brother from Falling Star Gate’s face changed, completely unprepared for the woman holding the silver spear to suddenly attack.

And when she did, it was with such ferocity!

"Eight Desolate Dragon Cloud Spear!"

He recognized it instantly but dared not meet it head-on, nor could he, for by the time he realized the attack, the spear tip had already flashed past his cheek. He only managed to shout:

"Junior sister, be careful!"

When he shouted, he meant for her to beware of the silver spear.

But upon shouting, he was stunned.

For he had just seen the withered hand reaching for his junior sister, and seeing the silver spear had already filled him with dread.

Yet the silver spear was already before them.

Its target was not his junior sister but the withered arm.

If the hand persisted in its grab, the arm would surely be pierced by the spear—a classic tactic of attacking indirectly to save a comrade.

Indeed, the hand reacted swiftly, abandoning its original move. As the fingers spread, it directly brushed against Yang Xiaoyun’s silver spear.

The hand’s origin was unknown, but its nails were like metal. With a twist, it met the spear tip, producing a metallic clang and sparks flying.

In this confined space, the hand and the silver spear exchanged several moves in the blink of an eye.

The junior sister from Falling Star Gate had already awakened by then.

Even though inexperienced and lacking vigilance, if she hadn’t woken up by now, it wouldn’t be a lack of vigilance... it would mean she had none at all.

Yet despite waking, she didn’t dare move.

Beside her, the hand and the silver spear clashed rapidly, their sharpness leaving no room for error.

Then Yang Xiaoyun called out sharply:

"Got you!"

She spun the silver spear, sending it straight at the hand. The hand, with its fingers spread and palm open, couldn’t change its move and had to meet the spear with its palm.

A loud "ding" rang out as the spear tip struck the hand, and immense force spread instantly.

The junior sister was the first to feel the impact, tumbling across the floor from the force.

The coffin slid nearly a yard away, blood trickling from the hand, vivid and glaring.

The silver spear, however, withdrew immediately, passing through Yang Xiaoyun’s grip and held under her arm, the shaft hanging behind her, trembling incessantly.

"First pretending to be a spirit, then attempting to harm us... isn’t that a bit beneath your dignity?"

Yang Xiaoyun’s voice was cold as she steadied the spear by its handle.

"Well done, Eight Desolate Dragon Cloud Spear! Little girl, your skills are impressive."

A cackling voice emerged from the coffin, and the hand retreated back inside. It then rose, flipping and whistling with force:

"I have no quarrel with Iron Blood Escort Agency and didn’t want to trouble you. Otherwise, you would have died under the thousand ghosts’ souls. But you, little ones, relying on your few years of training, dare to interfere with my affairs.

"Now, even if Yang Yizhi himself were here, you would still die."

As he spoke, ghostly cries intensified, penetrating every corner.

Simultaneously, the coffin approached swiftly, the hand emerging and multiplying, spreading across the sky!

In an instant, countless ghost hands surrounded Yang Xiaoyun.

Amidst the wails of ghosts, countless ghost hands loomed before her!

Yang Xiaoyun, however, remained unfazed, instead laughing aloud:

"So it’s the Thousand Shadow Hand of the Ghost Lord of Yin Mountain. I wondered who you were. But shouldn’t you be dead already?"

Holding the silver spear high, she faced the approaching ghost hands. Amid the dragon’s roar, her true qi coalesced around the spear, and she advanced without retreating, the spear tip like a dragon’s head, clashing with the ghost hands.

"The Ghost Lord of Yin Mountain?"

The junior sister of the Falling Star Gate, upon hearing such a title, showed a flash of terror on her face. Although she had no idea who the Ghost King of Yin Mountain was, the name alone was terrifying enough to suggest he was no ordinary person.

For a moment, her gaze toward Yang Xiaoyun was filled with worry, and she instinctively turned to her senior brother for help.

Her senior brother, however, was somewhat stunned.

While his junior sister did not know who the Ghost King of Yin Mountain was, he certainly did.

Yin Mountain stands in the southwest of Donghuang, shrouded in perpetual shadow, with miasma covering its slopes, and tales of ghosts abound.

There are also experts who practice dark arts, calling themselves 'ghosts.'

This Ghost King of Yin Mountain comes from Yin Mountain, claiming to practice the Ghost Sect's treasure, the "Xuanming Scripture," and thus calls himself the Ghost King of Yin Mountain.

The Xuanming Scripture contains bizarre martial arts that are vicious and deadly, taking unconventional paths.

It also has the ability to make one's body resemble that of a dead person.

This is why Su Mo and the others did not detect the Ghost King hiding inside the coffin earlier.

Since entering the martial world, this person has committed numerous atrocities, earning the disdain of the righteous path.

However, ten years ago, he killed nearly a hundred ordinary people while practicing his arts in Chen Family Village in the Western Ridges, ultimately angering the righteous martial community.

In the end, they joined forces to hunt him down and kill him.

But now, how could he suddenly appear in Yi Zhaung?

Moreover, even if it were the Ghost King of Yin Mountain, the Falling Star Gate had never had any grievances with him.

Even if he had somehow survived back then, there was no reason for him to seek trouble here.

Why did his words just now suggest that he had come specifically for them?

At this thought, he saw his junior sister looking at him anxiously and nodded, already holding several hidden weapons in his palm, ready to act. He reassured her:

"Junior sister, don't worry. Look, her companion is still calm."

The junior sister was taken aback, glancing at Su Mo, who was still leaning against the pillar, and couldn't help but stomp her foot:

"You... how can you sit there so calmly when your companion is fighting for her life? Are you made of iron?"

"???"

Su Mo looked at the girl with some surprise, his lips twitching: "I'd like to help, but if I do, my companion will be the first to hit me... can't you see she's enjoying herself right now?"