Chapter 10: The Eighteen Yin Wind Tokens

Whoo…

A chilling wind blew, carrying strands of dark, sinister energy that grew thicker and thicker, covering several miles around like a shroud over the sky. From time to time, inhuman shrieks echoed through the woods, like ghosts wailing or wolves howling, sending chills down one’s spine. Vision was blurry; only the faint outline of Skinny Monkey could be seen. Heaven and earth turned pitch black, as if they had suddenly transported from the Back Mountain of Mu Manor to the legendary underworld.

“You brat, you forced my hand! Taste the power of the Eighteen Yin Wind Command Banners and die!”

From within the black mist came Skinny Monkey’s sharp voice. One moment, his figure was barely visible, and the next, he vanished completely. Only his elusive voice could be heard from the darkness. “Eighteen evil spirits, appear!”

The black mist grew even denser, enveloping the land in endless darkness. However, the eighteen banners planted in the ground stood out starkly against the gloom, glowing with a faint blue light. At Skinny Monkey’s command, the banners grew with the wind, swiftly expanding from the size of a palm to several zhang tall. They flapped noisily without any wind. After a piercing shriek, a terrifying skull appeared on each banner.

They were hideous, sinister, and their hollow eye sockets were particularly frightening, as if leading to boundless darkness…

The eighteen skulls struggled, their mouths wide open as they emitted shrieks, their forms becoming clearer and clearer. First came the menacing heads, followed by eerie hands and ribs… They looked as if they were about to leap out from the banners! Each one possessed at least the strength of the Early Mortal Realm, their killing intent soaring to the heavens.

The Eighteen Yin Wind Tokens?

Staring at the eighteen sinister banners, Mu Feng’s pupils contracted sharply. He pulled out another sharp javelin. Since he couldn’t see Skinny Monkey’s figure, he simply closed his eyes!

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle…

A series of dull sounds came from his abdomen, growing heavier and louder. The veins on his right hand, gripping the javelin, bulged, and the muscles on his arm swelled. Like a enraged bull lowering its head and raising its sharp horns, he gathered all his strength, ready to charge fiercely at his enemy!

Whoo…

The eighteen skulls shrieked in unison, abruptly thrusting half their bodies out from the banners. In an instant, a chilling wind swept over them.

“Hahaha, you brat, you refused a face-saving offer and still want to kill me? Dream on!”

From the darkness came Skinny Monkey’s voice, laughing wildly. “The Eighteen Yin Wind Tokens kill gods if they block the way, and slay buddhas if they stand in the path! You’re dead! Hahaha, dead for sure!”

After trapping Mu Feng with all his might, and seeing the eighteen skulls about to leap out from the banners, Skinny Monkey, who had narrowly escaped death, couldn’t help but laugh heartily.

Once, relying on these eighteen command banners, he had successfully ambushed and killed a Middle Mortal Realm expert all by himself, taking all the silver and treasures from him. Each use of the Eighteen Yin Wind Command Banners left him exhausted for half a month, but their power was incredible. No matter how fierce Mu Feng was, could he possibly be stronger than a Middle Mortal Realm expert?

Imagining the scene of binding Mu Feng, skinning him, and torturing him to death, Skinny Monkey laughed hysterically.

Just as he was about to muster the last of his Spiritual Power to fully unleash the ferocity of the Eighteen Yin Wind Tokens, a sudden sharp pain in his chest cut his laughter short. Looking down, he saw a javelin as thick as an arm piercing through his chest, perfectly striking his fragile heart.

With his eyes closed, Mu Feng’s hearing became even more acute. He didn’t even need to use his ears; a light sniff with his nose was enough to confirm Skinny Monkey’s location. One strike was fatal!

Last time, after drinking the blood of that bully Mu Qingyuan’s hunting dog on the Back Mountain, his sense of smell had become exceptionally sharp. Skinny Monkey thought hiding in the dark mist would keep him safe, but it was laughable and foolish.

“No… impossible?”

Staring down at the javelin in his chest, Skinny Monkey widened his eyes in disbelief. The black mist around him gradually dispersed, and after a mournful cry, the eighteen skulls that had half-emerged from the banners retreated back into them, their forms growing fainter.

The eighteen evil spirits were about to appear!

Who could have thought that, at the brink of victory, such a sudden misfortune would strike?

Shock, surprise, despair…

Skinny Monkey, who had been laughing heartily just moments before, felt as if he had fallen from heaven straight into hell. He let out an unwilling roar, trying to activate the Eighteen Yin Wind Command Banners again. Unfortunately, his body was empty; the little Spiritual Power he had was completely drained. There was only one chance, and once missed, it was gone forever.

Without the Eighteen Yin Wind Tokens, how could he deal with the fierce and powerful enemy Mu Feng?

A cold dread washed over Skinny Monkey’s limbs. His nose caught the scent of death. Over the years, he rarely acted personally, but many had died by his hand. What he enjoyed most was watching others beg, rage, fear, and struggle before death. He never thought his own turn would come so soon!

“Nothing is impossible. Prepare to die!”

Mu Feng emerged from the fading black mist, holding the last javelin in his hand. Seeing Skinny Monkey’s unwillingness, his expression turned cold, and he hurled the javelin.

Whoosh…

The sharp javelin whistled through the air with a grating sound, carrying immense force. It accurately pierced through Skinny Monkey’s left chest and, with its remaining momentum, pinned him to a large tree behind him.

To destroy an evil bandit, first cut off his claws and fangs!

Mu Feng would not show mercy to the guards who followed Mu Qingyuan in bullying and harming others.

“No… don’t kill me! I can beg the Second Young Master to spare you. Please don’t kill me…” Nailed to the tree, the bloodied Skinny Monkey finally came to his senses and pleaded for his life.

In his eyes, the once-scholarly Mu Feng now seemed like a merciless Devil Leader who killed without blinking.

“Nonsense! Do I need you to beg for mercy? Do I need that bully Mu Qingyuan’s pity and forgiveness?”

Mu Feng’s face remained expressionless as he walked step by step toward him.

“Don’t kill me! I’ll give you everything I have, even the precious Clear Wind Method…” At the brink of life and death, Skinny Monkey couldn’t care about anything else.

The Clear Wind Method was a secret technique of Mu Manor, not even available to ordinary family disciples, let alone most of the core disciples. He had spent years scheming to obtain this cultivation method. But no matter how precious or rare it was, what use was it if he lost his life?

“No need to worry about that. Once I kill you, everything on you will be mine!”

Mu Feng gave a cold laugh. With a flick of his blade, Skinny Monkey felt a chill on his neck and quickly lost consciousness.