Chapter 96: Falling into the Trap
Chapter 96: Falling into the Trap
“Hahaha, kid, where else do you think you can run?”
“Die!”
……
The North Flow Twin Ghosts suddenly rushed out from the darkness, trapping Mu Feng in the middle, one in front and one behind.
Several guards from the watchtower were not asleep but had long been dead, disguised almost flawlessly. They did not die at the hands of others but were killed by their own people. It seemed clearly the work of the two Devil Leaders, the North Flow Twin Ghosts. They had put in a lot of effort to lure him in!
Devil Leaders were truly Devil Leaders; even they were this ruthless to their own!
Mu Feng’s expression was serious as he quickly scanned his surroundings. Another watchtower not far away had burst into towering flames; obviously, they had noticed the commotion here. Soon, the sound of low rushing winds and the scraping of swords and armor echoed from the distance as a large group of guards swarmed in from all directions.
“Did you two kill these guards?”
Mu Feng asked, already knowing the answer, while trying to think of a way to escape.
He was severely injured and outnumbered; now was definitely not the time to face these two Devil Leaders. If he was not careful, they might capture him again and tear him apart alive!
“Hahaha, yes, we killed them.”
White Ghost, with a hidden blade behind his smile, laughed and admitted it outright, showing not a trace of guilt but instead looking proud, as if he had merely crushed a few insignificant ants. “Kid, while the main force hasn’t arrived yet, hand over the Eighteen Yin Wind Command Banners now, and we’ll let you go. Otherwise, you’re finished—today will be your death anniversary!”
Recalling the eighteen flags Mu Feng had summoned last time, a hint of greed flashed in White Ghost’s eyes.
As a notorious evil cultivator, how could he not recognize the famous Eighteen Yin Wind Command Banners of the Yinfeng Sect?
After learning that Mu Feng possessed such a treasure, they had long been tempted. The reason they had not publicized it but secretly searched for Mu Feng’s whereabouts was to seize it for themselves before anyone else. Otherwise, once Mu Feng was captured and brought before the Chief Transmission Disciple Mu Tie, they would never get their hands on such a fine magical treasure, no matter how good.
The famous treasure of the Yinfeng Sect!
If the Eighteen Yin Wind Command Banners Mu Feng carried were not fakes, obtaining them would greatly enhance their power with their knowledge and strength, allowing them to display the full force of the Wraith Technique!
The Eighteen Yin Wind Command Banners?
Mu Feng’s heart stirred, and he said coldly, “No problem. You two stay where you are. I’ll take one step back and throw out one banner each time. How about that?”
“Good, kid, don’t try any tricks! Otherwise, you’ll die a miserable, very… miserable death!”
White Ghost and Black Ghost exchanged a glance and quickly nodded.
Each of the Eighteen Yin Wind Tokens was a powerful magical treasure. Even if they couldn’t get the full set, obtaining just one banner would be enough to boost their strength and further their understanding of the Wraith Technique. Besides, Mu Feng was already severely injured and had long been locked onto by their Ghost Fire—where could he possibly run?
Thud…
Mu Feng took a step back, bent down, and planted one banner on the ground. Then, he took another step back, bent down again, and threw out another banner, gradually retreating into the dense forest on the side. He moved cautiously, as if afraid the North Flow Twin Ghosts might attack suddenly. Seeing that he was honest and dared not try any tricks, and sensing the pure and powerful Yin Energy from the two banners, the North Flow Twin Ghosts couldn’t help but let their eyes shine.
The Yinfeng Sect, Yellow Springs Sect, and Phantom Valley were known as the three major evil sects, opposing powerful righteous sects like the Immortal Sword Sect for thousands of years. As the treasure of the Yinfeng Sect, the power of the Eighteen Yin Wind Command Banners was beyond doubt. If they could claim this set of treasures for themselves, what level could they break through to?
The Elite Realm, or the True Human Realm?
By then, not just within ten thousand miles around Beiliu Mountain, but even across the vast Southern Borderlands stretching for countless miles, who could stop them?
Thud…
Under the watchful eyes of the North Flow Twin Ghosts, Mu Feng slowly planted the third banner on the ground. However, just as he lifted his head, he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a Flying Sword. With a whoosh, it appeared before White Ghost, aiming straight for his forehead as fast as a shooting star. The suddenness of the attack shocked even the powerful White Ghost.
A Flying Sword!
Where did this kid get a Flying Sword?
White Ghost’s face changed dramatically; he dared not risk his body to block the Flying Sword’s sharp edge. He dodged to the side, but the terrifying Flying Sword followed him like a shadow, speeding up and always aiming for his forehead. Before it even pierced through, the sharp wind force made it hard to keep his eyes open!
“Lonely wraiths and fierce ghosts, explode for me!”
At the critical moment, Black Ghost formed a hand seal and shouted fiercely, detonating over a hundred balls of Ghost Fire to block the Flying Sword, finally saving White Ghost from disaster. But by the time the two reacted, Mu Feng had long disappeared, the terrifying Flying Sword was gone, and the three banners on the ground had turned into a wisp of red light and vanished without a trace into the dense forest!
After using his trump card to force back the Black-white Twin Ghosts with the terrifying Flying Sword, Mu Feng quickly made his escape!
Once deep into the forest and confirming the two Devil Leaders were not chasing him, his legs went weak, and he could no longer hold on, collapsing to the ground.
After being severely injured by Mu Tie’s sword strike, he was already half-dead, having lost a lot of blood and Spiritual Power. Although the small Flying Sword was incredibly powerful, it had almost drained the little Spiritual Power he had left in an instant.
“Dawn is almost here; it’s time to leave!”
Looking up at the faint streak of light at the horizon, Mu Feng gritted his teeth, struggled to get up, and staggered onward up the mountain.
Based on the timeline, Xing Jiu and Jing Wushuang should have reached Yinfeng Cave by now. Staying here any longer was pointless. Although he had long accepted the possibility of death, as long as he still had a breath left, who would want to die here just like that?
Hu…
After hunting a few wild rats to replenish his energy, Mu Feng walked faster and faster. He headed north all the way, straight toward Yinfeng Cave, where Ghost Mother resided. Along the way, he passed many simple watchtowers. At this point, he no longer cared about exposing his location or ambushing careless guards. His only thought was to break through the encirclement before his energy was completely exhausted and meet up with Jing Wushuang and the others at Yinfeng Cave.
“Look, quick, look—it’s Mu Feng, it’s him!”
“Light the fires, hurry, chase him!”
……
Seeing Mu Feng’s figure flash past them, the guards’ first reaction was to find a safe corner to hide, fearing a fierce spear might suddenly come whistling out of the darkness. Only then did they start shouting and scrambling to light the firewood under the watchtowers. From the foot of the mountain, it looked as if sudden flames erupted throughout the vast mountains, spreading at an astonishing speed toward the summit, growing in number.
“Interesting, this is getting more and more interesting!”
Mu Tie, who had been sitting cross-legged with confidence, suddenly smiled faintly. Watching Mu Feng break through layer after layer of defense and nearly escape, he showed no urgency or anger; instead, his eyes held a hint of condescending admiration.
“This kid’s strength is impressive, but no matter how powerful he is, he absolutely cannot escape the Young Master’s net!”
Blind Master, sitting cross-legged behind Mu Tie, chuckled coldly. He suddenly took off a package from his back, unwrapping layers of oilcloth to reveal a Guqin, which he gently placed on his lap. Although his eyes could see nothing, his ears twitched slightly, and he understood Mu Feng’s location. With a gentle strum of his slender fingers, a melodious note of the qin rang out into the distance.
Behind him, five figures in black, wearing large bamboo hats and standing as motionless as spears without uttering a word, suddenly burst into action. In a few leaps, they sped toward the mountaintop, leaving behind afterimages.