Chapter 197: Death’s Call
Chapter 197: Death’s Call
The Nine Deaths Art was truly extraordinary!
Only after watching his elder brother Sky Splitting Tiger’s back disappear into the distance did Mu Feng’s shock slowly calm down.
Although he had slightly prevailed in the contest against Sky Splitting Tiger just now, he had also consumed a lot of his physical strength and Spiritual Power. Aside from the Eighteen Blood Witch Commands and Blood Radiance which he had not used, he had already fully unleashed his killing moves like the Blood Wheel, Blood Armor, and Blood Vine. Combined with his fierce Misty Rain Sword Art, only after over a hundred fierce exchanges did he manage to narrowly win with one sword strike.
After returning from death and comprehending the Life and Death Profound Gate, his strength had advanced rapidly. His elder brother Sky Splitting Tiger’s Innate Divine Ability was indeed formidable!
This time, he had directly broken through from the Early Mortal Realm to the Mortal Realm Peak, leaping three levels in one go. What about next time?
From Sky Splitting Tiger, Mu Feng saw the urgency of cultivation. If he didn’t cultivate harder and soon comprehend the third level of the Blood Refining Art, the next time they met, he might be far from being Sky Splitting Tiger’s match!
Gently wiping the sweat from his forehead, Mu Feng turned around. He was just about to go back to his room to rest when his steps suddenly halted. Only then did he notice his mother standing behind the door. With unease, he said, “Mother, the wind is strong at night, why are you up?”
“I slept too much during the day, couldn’t sleep at night, so I got up to watch you two brothers fooling around!”
Situ Qing leaned against the doorframe, looking at Mu Feng, who was broad-shouldered and a head taller than her, and slowly continued, “Feng’er, this elder brother of yours is sentimental and righteous, a good man worth befriending. However, you must remember, fate is fickle. For their own interests or pursuits, even the best of brothers can turn against each other. The one who hurts you the deepest might be the person closest to you. Never let your guard down.”
“Yes, Feng’er remembers. Mother, you’re not well yet, don’t catch a chill. Let me help you back to your room to rest!”
Mu Feng nodded and went over to support his seriously ill mother.
Seeing that he didn’t take her words very seriously, Situ Qing secretly sighed. Her lips moved; she originally wanted to advise Mu Feng further, but after thinking about it, she decided against it. Some things, no matter how much others say, are useless. One must experience them personally, feel the pain, to truly understand and learn.
Hu…
Just as the two were about to return to the room, an exceptionally chilly cold wind blew past.
“Mu… Feng… I know you have returned… come… into… the mountain… now… now…”
The Yin Wind carried a faint, chilly, hoarse voice. As the Yin Wind spread to every corner covered by the night, it seeped into people’s hearts. That eerie, sinister aura made people tremble with fear. Many who were fast asleep suddenly woke up, drenched in cold sweat, their hearts palpitating.
The terrifying voice seemed illusory, but when one listened carefully, there was nothing, as if it were just an illusion. But shortly after lying down, they would wake up startled again.
Ghost Mother!
This was Ghost Mother’s aura, using the Yinfeng Sect’s divine ability from the distant Back Mountain to summon his Spiritual Soul!
Mu Feng’s heart sank, and he quickly understood what was happening.
The voice carried by the Yin Wind only made ordinary people feel a sense of dread, but he bore the brunt of it. His hands and feet turned cold, and the Spiritual Soul in his mind swayed violently, showing faint signs of losing control and breaking free from his body!
Could it be that the old witch had completely lost her patience and was going to act early, unable to wait a moment longer?
Mu Feng was greatly alarmed by this thought and quickly recalled the old witch Ghost Mother’s scheme.
“Feng’er, what is that sound? I thought I heard someone calling your name?” Situ Qing turned to look at Mu Feng, her face full of unease.
Just now, when the Yin Wind brushed past her, she faintly heard Ghost Mother’s voice. Weak and dazed, she didn’t know if it was her own illusion or if someone was really calling her son, but she instinctively felt a strong sense of foreboding.
“Mother, you’re being overly suspicious!”
Mu Feng smiled, calmly comforting his anxious mother. “It’s late at night, even small sounds carry far. Although Jianning isn’t a big town, there are many people in the city. Lots of people who can’t sleep at night are drinking, talking, or arguing. It’s very late now, Mother, you should rest early!”
Mu Feng forced himself to remain calm, helping his half-convinced mother lie down to rest in her room. As he turned and walked out, the moment he closed the door, Ghost Mother’s voice sounded again, “Mu… Feng… Mu… Feng…”
The chilling voice penetrated the walls, unstoppable; even covering his ears was useless.
Under Ghost Mother’s calls, the Spiritual Soul within Mu Feng’s body throbbed more and more violently, as if grabbed by an invisible hand trying to pull it out. His head felt like it was splitting open. From such a great distance, just a few calls were so potent. Ghost Mother’s strength was terrifying, and who knew what divine ability she was using.
Soul-Snatching Sound!
That’s right, this must be the Yinfeng Sect’s deadly divine ability—Soul-Snatching Sound!
Mu Feng silently recited the Shamanic Incantation, once again forcefully suppressing the throbbing of his Spiritual Soul, and remembered a divine ability briefly mentioned in the Yinfeng Record.
According to the Yinfeng Record, this was a fearsome great divine ability, only cultivatable by core upper echelons of the sect like the elders, the Left and Right Emissaries, the Saintess, and the sect leader. Even spending a hundred years, it was difficult to master, but once successfully cultivated, one could kill from a thousand miles away, directly erasing an enemy’s soul.
Ding ding ding ding…
Mu Feng reached into his Breeze Ring and took out a brass bell, shaking it vigorously. A clear ringing sound immediately followed. Instantly, the Yin Wind swirling around him quickly dissipated, and the violently throbbing Spiritual Soul in his mind gradually calmed down.
Misty Rain Bell!
At this critical moment, Mu Feng suddenly remembered this treasure given to him by Yanyulou when he broke through the encirclement. Sure enough, as soon as the bell rang, the terrifying power of the Soul-Snatching Sound weakened significantly.
To go, or not to go?
Listening to the intermittent calls within the Yin Wind, Mu Feng’s expression turned grave. After pondering for a while, he resolutely took the Misty Rain Bell and flew away.
This trip was undoubtedly extremely dangerous. The sinister and evil Ghost Mother had clearly completely lost her patience. But if he didn’t go, avoiding her, who knew if Ghost Mother would personally leave the mountain and directly attack the Mu Manor. If that happened, not only would he face disaster, but even his mother would likely be implicated.
Furthermore, his mother’s illness was getting worse. The so-called famous doctors couldn’t even identify what was wrong. Ghost Mother’s poison skills were astonishing, and her medical skills were extremely refined. To cure his mother’s illness, perhaps they had to see if this old witch had any methods.
After weighing the situation, Mu Feng disregarded the danger and resolutely headed towards the Back Mountain shrouded in night. No sooner had he left than Mu Qingzhu rushed in hurriedly, followed by a young woman in flowing white clothes.
“Huh? Where is everyone? Why are they all gone?” Looking at the empty courtyard and rooms, Mu Qingzhu wore a look of astonishment. She had finally managed to invite Mu Qingling, who had been in secluded cultivation, to leave the mountain. Unexpectedly, the drunken Sky Splitting Tiger was gone, and Mu Feng had also disappeared to who knows where.
“Stop looking, he’s already left, just now! Qingzhu, you stay in the manor and don’t move. I’ll follow him and take a look!”
Listening to the faint, illusory Soul-Snatching Sound in the air, Mu Qingling’s expression turned grave. As she spoke, she flew after him and vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving only her cold voice coming from afar.