Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 110 - 46: Linghu (3)

"Cultivating certain special martial arts, can it also distort a person's nature?"

"This..." Zhang Mingrui was taken aback:

"Probably not."

He had some understanding of magic, but not much about martial arts, Xu Xiu was also bewildered.

"The human heart is easily changed; what can distort one's nature is not just martial arts." At some unknown time, Linghu An appeared nearby with a few people and said:

"Reading can enlighten people, doesn't it also change a person's nature; hatred makes people angry and can blind reason."

"Some martial arts are indeed sinister, but as long as one's will is strong enough, they can be executed without hindrance; only the weak will be affected."

"Elder is right!"

"Elder Linghu!"

"..."

The three hurriedly stood up.

"Daoist."

Linghu An nodded, took out something and handed it over:

"Please track down the location of the owner of this item."

"Yes."

Zhang Mingrui took it:

"Allow this poor Daoist to perform magic."

In the prepared magic altar within the scene, he, holding a still warm brocade bag, stepped up, took the peach wood sword with a focused expression, and chanted:

"The Great Dao is wonderfully shapeless, true Qi condenses high truth;"

"Creating void naturally born, spirit manifests three deities."

The peach wood sword pierced into the brocade bag, and a Qi-Seeking Tracking Talisman followed, sticking on.

"The Mud Pillar stabilizes the soul camp, the middle essence embraces the one palace;"

"The three spiritual mansions of the dantian, fuse to create divine power."

"Charge, Jade Dragon, rise!"

Flames ignited on the magic altar, the Qi-Seeking Tracking Talisman turned into a wisp of blue smoke, circling the altar once before heading southwest.

"That way."

Zhang Mingrui said:

"Not close, but not too far."

"Chase!"

Linghu An's eyes sharpened:

"Prepare your weapons."

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Fang Zheng carried the magic altar, leaping through the mountain forest.

The night was hazy.

The mountain path, or rather no path at all, was covered with thorns, dead branches, and decaying leaves, where any carelessness might cause injury.

Fortunately.

Though the magic altar was large, it was not heavy.

He himself possessed extraordinary martial arts, able to move swiftly through the night forest, sometimes even waiting for Zhang Mingrui.

"Something's not right."

Scouting the surroundings, Fang Zheng whispered:

"Weren't we supposed to be in the rear after the main force advanced?"

"Why is everyone scattered, with just us charging ahead, Daoist do you have anything to say."

"No," Zhang Mingrui formed a seal with his hand, staring at the faint blue smoke ahead, said:

"Don't worry, with Patriarch Linghu here, nothing will happen, besides, a large group moving together would alert the enemy."

"Over there!"

Saying that, he used his body technique and pounced forward.

Fang Zheng, helpless, followed quickly.

Moments later.

Linghu An waved a large hand, the group halted.

"We're here."

Gazing at the distant bonfire within the ruined temple, Linghu An's eyes turned cold as he strode towards the target.

His strides were large, his speed quick, yet bizarrely silent, like a moving specter.

A few flickers, and he disappeared.

"Follow!"

Xu Seng, holding a spear, led several martial artists closely behind.

Zhang Mingrui ceased the magic, exchanged a look with Fang Zheng, both seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.

Too smooth!

The Mountain-Turning Tiger, after all, was a master of true Qi with many subordinates, how could they be found so easily?

"Forget it."

Fang Zheng pursed his lips:

"Stop thinking, we'll know what's going on once we get there."

"Right."

Zhang Mingrui thought the same, so long they were with Linghu An, it couldn't be too dangerous.

"Hu…"

Unknowingly, a cold wind swept through the mountains.

Linghu An, dressed in white mourning clothes, stood before the ruined temple, and only when footsteps sounded behind, he stepped towards the temple.

"Who's there?"

Just as he moved, a shout came from within the ruined temple:

"Get lost!"

The next instant.

"Sizzle…"

A stroke of ink-black sword light appeared on the spot.

The sword light was like a brushstroke of thick ink on a painting, robbing all things of color, the rushing figure in the temple froze.

"Pfft!"

The body frozen on the spot seemed to ignite a bomb within, exploding entirely, blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

"Tap…"

Fang Zheng's eyes constricted, his steps halting.

This scene, truly terrifying!

Linghu An wasn't killing; he was venting his rage, hence the brutal slaughter.

"Linghu An!"

A roar came from the ruined temple, the voice so loud the ground's fallen leaves quivered, the temple seemed about to collapse:

"You actually found this place?"

Through the firelight, several figures were visible in the temple, one of them broad-backed and wielding a mountain-opening saber, glaring angrily.

"Mountain-Turning Tiger Tan Dong!"

Gazing at him, Linghu An's voice was icy:

"Today, let's see if you still have the luck of those days!"

"Haha…" Mountain-Turning Tiger laughed madly:

"Linghu old thief, did you see your situation? Back in the day, you brought people to storm my manor, sparing no women or children."

"Tan merely learned from you!"

"Good!"

Linghu An's face twitched:

"Do it!"

With an order, the first to act wasn't a member of the Ling family, but someone behind Mountain-Turning Tiger, who suddenly stabbed at his neck with a dagger.

This person was a Three Blood martial artist, attacking suddenly, even though Mountain-Turning Tiger reacted quickly, he barely avoided a vital spot.

"Pfft!"

The dagger cut from shoulder to waist.

"Ah!"

Caught off guard, Mountain-Turning Tiger screamed angrily, his body emanating true Qi, indiscriminately blasting away those around him.

"Zhang Kao!"

He turned, glaring at his betrayer:

"How dare you betray me?"

"Humph!" Zhang Kao, dagger in hand, sneered:

"People die for wealth, as birds for food, following you means certain death sooner or later, better to join the Ling family, maybe someday I'll become a rich man."

"Just you?"

Mountain-Turning Tiger's eyes bulged, he lunged:

"Die!"

"Elder Linghu." Zhang Kao was shocked, not expecting Mountain-Turning Tiger to move freely despite severe injuries, urgently called:

"Save me!"

Alas.

Linghu An stood at the temple gate, watching him besieged by Mountain-Turning Tiger's men, severely injured, yet never moved.

"Why?"

Zhang Kao spat blood and roared:

"You promised me…"

"I did promise you." Linghu An's face was somber:

"But you're utterly useless, only now did news come, causing the death of countless in my Ling family."

"Even if Mountain-Turning Tiger doesn't kill you, you think I would spare you?"