Immortal Cultivation Families: The Rise of the Jinling Immortal Clan

Chapter 157 Xia Qiu's Attack, Xia Yuhui's Backup Plan



Chapter 157 Xia Qiu's Attack, Xia Yuhui's Backup Plan

Meanwhile, the Ghostly Taoist began a brutal massacre inside as if it were his own backyard.

After being severely injured by Xia Yuhui, he hid in the cave for five whole years to heal his wounds.

Moreover, he now suffers from a significant hidden danger. Due to the burden of this injury, he has yet to break through to the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment.

He had been preparing for seven years to avenge his previous defeat, and now, with everything in place, he was finally ready to make his move.

In just a dozen breaths, thousands of evil spirits surged forth from the Hundred Ghost Banner of the Spirit Ghost Taoist like a tidal wave. These evil spirits drifted like dark clouds across the sky above Xiliu Village, turning the land into a lifeless, blood-soaked battlefield.

As the mortals of the Xia family died one after another, the two Xia family cultivators who were lucky enough to survive hurriedly swallowed a few healing pills and began to fight back, summoning their magical artifacts.

Soon, they had killed dozens of evil spirits. Seeing this, the Spirit Ghost Taoist grabbed two souls with one hand like an eagle's claw, and they were easily captured like chicks.

"You fiend, my Xia family will never let this go!" The leader, a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator, said through gritted teeth.

"You will never witness that day again, so enjoy these last moments to the fullest." As soon as he finished speaking, the Hundred Ghost Banner in the Spirit Ghost Taoist's hand surged out like a disturbed beehive, with more than a dozen evil ghosts rushing out again. They pounced on the two souls in the Spirit Ghost Taoist's hand like hungry wolves.

The two souls wailed in agony as the evil spirits devoured them, but the Spirit Ghost Taoist ignored them, tossing them aside as if they were trash, allowing the surrounding evil spirits to feast on them at will.

After completing all this, the Spirit Ghost Taoist, like a phantom of black mist, sped towards a mansion, whose owner was none other than Xia Qiu.

At this moment, Xia Qiu was sitting alone in the living room, holding a gleaming sword tightly in his hand.

The spirits seemed to be restrained by some mysterious force and did not approach the house, which seemed to be intentional on the part of the spirit ghost Taoist.

Knowing that time was of the essence, the Spirit Ghost Taoist had no time to say more and rushed forward like an arrow released from a bow.

"kill!"

Xia Qiu roared hoarsely, about to draw his sword, but how could a mortal be faster than the Spirit Ghost Taoist?

In the blink of an eye, he was gripped tightly by the neck by the Ghostly Taoist's iron-like hand and lifted up like a chicken. No matter how hard Xia Qiu tried to slash with his sword, he could not break through the inky black aura on the Ghostly Taoist's body.

In an instant, wisps of black smoke, like venomous snakes, spewed from the hands of the Ghost Taoist and began to slowly invade Xia Qiu's body, causing Xia Qiu to let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

Just as Xia Qiu's consciousness was fading, a crimson bolt of lightning, like a ferocious dragon, roared out from Xia Qiu's body and struck the Spirit Ghost Taoist squarely in the chest.

The Spirit Ghost Taoist was struck as if by a heavy blow and was sent flying by the crimson lightning. The black energy on his body instantly vanished. When he struggled to his feet from the ruins, his face was as pale as paper, as if all his life force had been drained away, and his legs trembled like a candle in the wind.

"Xia Yuhui!" Feeling the pain in his body, Linggui Daoren roared to the sky. However, the sound was like a double-edged sword, aggravating his injuries and causing him to fall down in pain again.

After resting for a while, the Spirit Ghost Taoist vomited several mouthfuls of blood like a withered willow in the wind. Then he slowly swallowed a few pills and was about to step forward to kill the unconscious Xia Qiu completely.

The earth suddenly trembled like a startled giant beast. The Spirit Ghost Taoist raised his head and glared angrily, instantly realizing that Xia Yuhua was attacking the formation like a storm, while on the other side, there was also a puppet beast, which was also acting like a madman.

Under the frenzied and powerful attacks of the man and his puppet, the formation was soon filled with the mournful howls of four second-tier evil spirits.

When Linggui Daoren witnessed this scene, he was struck as if by lightning. His pupils shrank sharply. No matter how hard he racked his brains, he never expected Xia Yuhua to arrive so quickly. He had clearly laid out a flawless plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain, but in the end, he was still outmaneuvered.

Feeling his own injuries, the Spirit Ghost Taoist, like a startled bird, immediately transformed into a cloud of black mist and sped away like a shooting star. After he left, the formation, like a deflated balloon, turned into four evil ghosts, which were absorbed into the Hundred Ghost Banner by the Spirit Ghost Taoist.

For the Taoist Linggui, nothing is more important than his own life. Moreover, that mortal, having been corrupted by his ghostly energy, is probably already on the verge of death and unlikely to survive.

Seeing the Spirit Ghost Taoist flee like a stray dog, Xia Yuhua immediately used her divine sense like radar to locate Xia Qiu's position. Then, she rushed to his side like a gust of wind. After learning about Xia Qiu's injuries, her face instantly turned pale and weak, and her refined gentlemanly demeanor vanished without a trace in an instant.

At this moment, he frantically tried to dispel the ghostly energy surrounding Xia Qiu, like an ant on a hot pan. However, it was all in vain. Xia Qiu's internal organs were already stained with ghostly energy as if they had been dyed with ink, and there was no way to save him.

Before long, Xia Guangyang and several Xia family cultivators arrived like shooting stars. The group quickly descended from their flying swords like falling leaves and came to Xia Yuhua's side. After checking on Xia Qiu's condition, they became so angry that their breathing became disordered, like a volcanic eruption.

"Second Elder, I have stabilized Xia Qiu's injuries. You all stay here and protect him well. I'm going to chase after that Spirit Ghost Taoist." After saying this, he got up quickly like an arrow released from a bow, intending to give chase.

“No, Yu Hui will be back soon. You can’t catch up with him. Don’t fall into his ambush. Without you, the family definitely won’t be able to control Yang Taikong.” Xia Guangyang gave three reasons at once.

However, for the first time, Xia Yuhua disobeyed her elders' wishes and chased after the direction in which the Spirit Ghost Taoist had fled without looking back.

"Yuhua! Come back."

Watching Xia Yuhua's figure disappear quickly, Xia Guangyang could only reluctantly try to stop her.

However, at this moment, Xia Yuhua couldn't listen to anyone's words. He only had one thought in his mind: "Kill him! Kill the Spirit Ghost Taoist!"

The cultivators could only sigh helplessly as they watched Xia Yuhua's departing figure.

"Quickly, treat the surrounding clansmen immediately, even those who are barely clinging to life!" Xia Guangyang immediately ordered the crowd.

The others immediately began to disperse and provide treatment. By this time, nine out of ten of the population of Xiliu Village had died. Even those who survived were either crippled or suffered mental breakdowns. The entire village seemed to have become a living hell.

This is the method of ghost cultivators; their attack methods are often unexpected and never follow the norm.

After everyone left, Xia Guangyang looked at the unconscious Xia Qiu, a deep sense of guilt on his face. "Yu Hui, it's Uncle Yang who's wronged you, it's the family who's wronged you..."

Two hours later, Yang Taikong landed steadily from the sky.

"Second Elder, what's going on?" Yang Taikong asked, looking at Xia Guangyang who was desperately pouring his magic power into Xia Qiu's body.


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