Chapter 42: Carrying Out Heaven's Will (Part 2)

  Qin Yifan thought that with Qin Xiaoling's innate escape technique, even if they couldn't beat the monk, they should be able to run away. As long as Qin Yifan and Lin Qiulü could drag it out for a while, even if the two wanted to chase them, they wouldn't have any opportunity.

  Although the grievance on Qin Xiaoling's head might be an obvious signpost, as long as she runs back to Quan Yin Hu, relying on the ominous energy there, there won't be any problem. Until now, even the person who was experiencing tribulation had a mishap there, Qin Yifan didn't believe that anyone else could have a higher cultivation than that person.

  However, Qin Yifan obviously underestimated Qin Xiaoling's dependence on and trust in him, as well as her dignified demeanor under such circumstances.

  "No!" This time, the word was only one syllable, and it didn't sound as stuttered. But when Qin Xiaoling spoke, she clearly startled the old monk and Daoist, who jumped in fright. A zombie that could speak must have at least a thousand years of cultivation, and if it were to go on a rampage, then although the two of them might be spared, the ordinary people in this place would definitely not be able to escape a terrible fate.

  "Evil creature, you've gone too far!" The old Daoist was visibly anxious. In a flash, he was already in mid-air not far away, suddenly stretching out his hand and pointing downwards: "The Supreme Elder Lord hastens to issue an edict, begone!"

  The ground suddenly burst into radiance, and mysterious flower patterns appeared in circles, then instantly solidified. Even with the naked eye, it was clear that the ground had undergone a significant transformation, with the most striking feature being that the entire surface seemed to have solidified into a single piece, like gold but not gold, like jade but not jade, its material temporarily indistinguishable.

  Qin Yifan had vaguely heard of various Daoist techniques, but this was the first time he saw such a thing. No need to ask, it was clear that this move was aimed at Qin Xiaoling, the innate escape technique of the thousand-year-old corpse, both earth and metal escapes lost their medium, even if she wanted to run, there was no way.

  "Amitabha!" A majestic Buddha's name burst forth from the depths of people's hearts, and the monk beside him bowed his head with one hand on his chest, taking a step forward: "I will guide you to be reborn in the Pure Land!" As he spoke, a faint Buddhist light appeared on his body, exuding an aura of peace and tranquility.

  "What right do you have to decide others' life and death?" Qin Yifan shouted loudly, knowing he was no match for them but still charged forward. From Lin Qiulü and Long Tongling's bodies, one could vaguely sense that even if their Dao techniques were high, before reaching the state of Wu Wei, their physical strength had not reached the point where they were invulnerable to swords and knives, at most being only slightly stronger than ordinary people, but still limited. In this regard, cultivators and martial artists are truly incomparable.

  Lin Qiulü didn't say a word but refused to fall behind, Qin Yifan and she rushed out together, her flying sword also shot out, its target was the old Taoist in mid-air.

  It's not that he's a born-to-be-evil person, but recklessly leading people into crime is indeed somewhat unscrupulous. Qin Yifan was most annoyed by such people - the world's affairs couldn't be simply summarized as right or wrong, yet these two seemingly noble individuals had such simplistic thoughts. Upon seeing that Qin Xiaoling was a zombie, they instinctively thought she was evil, and upon discovering her resentment was overwhelming, they naturally felt indignant. However, without distinguishing between black and white, without inquiring about right and wrong, it's really not worthy of being called "having a way".

  The old Daoist in the air would not let Lin Qiulü get away with it, and with a flick of his hand, a beam of light flew out from his hand, hitting Lin Qiulü's flying sword. The two clashed in mid-air, producing a burst of sparks.

  At the same time, Qin Yifan's figure had already arrived beside the monk. However, the monk's hands were clasped together in prayer, and his body didn't move at all. Yet, around him, a transparent barrier suddenly appeared out of thin air. Qin Yifan's fist, infused with Wu Tao's internal energy, heavily struck the barrier.

  "Hum", a low, muffled bell sound slowly spread out as the palms struck the ground, and a flash of light appeared beside the monk, clearly a large overturned bell that tightly covered the monk.

  "Golden Bell Shield?" Qin Yifan's first thought was this kind of kung fu. A rather excellent horizontal practice in martial arts, also developed from the monk's hands. Unexpectedly, this monk who seemed soft and weak without any internal strength actually had such skills.

  In the midst of astonishment, a surge of great force suddenly transmitted to his hands, and with a sudden urgency in his heart, his feet took root, standing still on the spot. He didn't expect this force to be so great, it was no less than Qin Xiaoling's punch that day. His body involuntarily flew sideways, falling far away. Fortunately, he was still in control while in mid-air and only took a few steps back with his feet when landing, without getting hurt.

  But the monk seemed to be in a bad state as well, his body shook violently and his face suddenly turned pale, however, he quickly recovered.

  Qin Xiaoling, who was standing next to him, suddenly stood still in her tracks, looking foolish and not moving. She neither ran nor came forward to help Qin Yifan and Lin Qiulü attack, with a black veil covering her body, no one could see her expression, it's really unknown what she was thinking.

  "Xiao Ling what are you doing? Give me the knife, attack!"

  Qin Yifan rushed to Qin Xiaoling's side. Normally, he would wear a knife on his waist that was quite unusual and out of place, so most of the time, Qin Yifan's knife was carried by Qin Xiaoling herself.

  This time Qin Xiaoling didn't hesitate, directly taking it out and handing it to Qin Yifan. With the knife in hand, Qin Yifan was no longer afraid of anything, his confidence greatly increased, even if the monk's Golden Bell Shield had already been cultivated to the realm of transformation, Qin Yifan would still cut it open with one slash.

  Suddenly, a sense of danger flashed on his side, and the hairs all over his body stood up like they were about to explode. Qin Yifan couldn't care about his injuries anymore, and with a swift motion, he raised the knife in his hand to block the attack from the side.

  "Ding", a crisp collision sound, accompanied by the Taoist's surprised "huh" sound, suddenly flashed and disappeared again beside Qin Yifan. Qin Yifan only felt that the knife in his hand was heavily impacted, with an overwhelming force. However, compared to the previous rebound, it was slightly inferior.

  But what followed was not as relaxed as before, only to feel the sound of whistling winds around him, it was as if countless blades were attacking him. Compared to his previous test with Li Zongguan, this was even more intense. If his opponent wasn't a cultivator who could control swords with their mind, Qin Yifan couldn't believe that there was actually someone in the world whose attack speed surpassed Li Zongguan's.

  In order to protect himself, Qin Yifan could only wave his kitchen knife in a stormy rain that didn't penetrate, with a series of clanging sounds ringing out continuously around him. The old Taoist in mid-air was shocked, never having thought that a martial artist could cultivate their skills to such an extent, actually able to block his crazy attacks like a raging tempest.

  "Old friend, I'll send that zombie packing right away!" The Taoist priest saw something was amiss. For Lin Qiulü, a clear and familiar member of the sect, he still showed mercy, all his attacks were just to tie her up without leaving any room for her to retaliate.

  As for Qin Yifan, they had originally intended to subdue him as well. However, with one move, they discovered that Qin Yifan was not as easy to deal with as they had imagined. A series of attacks, yet in an instant, were unable to do anything to Qin Yifan. After all, Qin Yifan still had the status of a imperial envoy, and the Taoist priest did not want to make things too absolute, so he could only urge the monk to hurry up.

  But it was clear that Qin Yifan's tenacity was beyond Lao Dao's expectations, causing him to be distracted and attack both Lin Qiuliu and Qin Yifan at the same time, and for a moment, he couldn't even withdraw his hand.

  The monk's hands came together, his eyes wide open, and suddenly a Buddhist light burst out, enveloping Qin Xiaoling. This was so striking that even Qin Yifan and Lin Qiulü, who were in the midst of a fierce battle, saw it clearly.

  Although I don't know what kind of power the Buddha's light has, it's easy to imagine what would happen if a dead body were to touch it. Qin Xiaoling, however, seemed to have no reaction at all, silently staring as the Buddha's light enveloped her body.

  Qin Yifan's eyes widened in shock as he watched, while Lin Qiulü's eyes were also wide with surprise. Suddenly, Qin Yifan let out a loud shout and abandoned his defense, ignoring the invisible attacks around him, and charged towards Qin Xiaoling like lightning.

  Almost at the same time Qin Yifan gave up his defense, a strip of blood about an inch long appeared all over his body. Fresh blood gushed out from all parts of Qin Yifan's body as he was in top physical condition with abundant energy and blood circulation, like a small fountain, and soon his entire body turned crimson red.

  However, Qin Yifan seemed to have not felt any pain at all, and quickly pounced on Qin Xiaoling's side. He stretched out his hand and gave Qin Xiaoling a hard push, violently pushing her standing figure away. The Buddha's light happened to shine down at this moment, directly enveloping Qin Yifan's body.

  Perhaps the monk was indeed a high-ranking Buddhist master, and this beam of Buddha's light shone on Qin Yifan's body, without any pain. His whole body felt like it was wrapped in a warm water, very comfortable. Due to the Buddha's light, the wounds that had suddenly burst open on his body just now seemed to relax, stopped bleeding instantly, and even showed signs of healing. It can be said that there is indeed some truth to the saying "good fortune comes from disaster".

  However, the scene of Qin Yifan's body emitting a bloody glow was unbearable for Qin Xiaoling. Qin Yifan pushed away Qin Xiaoling at the risk of his own life and also called back her dazed thoughts.

  Like a huge explosive ignited, Qin Xiaoling's eyes instantly turned blood red, and a substantial death aura containing endless resentment burst out. Even through the black veil covering her body, one could feel the crazy pressure bursting out from within Qin Xiaoling's body.

  Just as Qin Yifan pushed away Qin Xiaoling, the fresh blood on his hand inevitably touched Qin Xiaoling's black veil. With Qin Xiaoling's furious anger, the entire black veil seemed to come alive, instantly absorbing Qin Yifan's fresh blood. Immediately, the black veil with blood threads spread out, covering everyone present.

  The sky suddenly turned dark, with almost no light. The only thing that could be seen was a pair of transparent pupils, flashing an eerie red glow.

  "Hyakki Yakou!" A voice that was almost on the verge of collapse suddenly rang out, expressing an unspeakable shock.