Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 114 - 48: Encountering a Ghost

The strange barbarian had just died, yet the corpse on the ground seemed to have been dead for several days, the stench of decay filled the air, and the skin and flesh were rotten and deteriorated.

Fang Zheng forced himself to endure the nausea as he prodded the body with a knife, his brows tightly furrowed.

"There truly is something peculiar!"

The strange man's body was covered in various complex patterns, resembling Dragon and Phoenix Seals used in talisman drawing, yet different, exuding a mystifying aura throughout.

Living Dead?

At least,

Strictly speaking, this strange man was not considered a living being, more akin to a zombie with some human characteristics.

Unafraid of harm, possessing immense strength, and able to understand certain commands, such an existence was even more troublesome than ordinary Three Blood Martial Artists.

Previously, the several slashes Fang Zheng made only cut into the flesh, but seemed to have little effect on this peculiar being.

Only the last slash.

The One-Character Heart-Clearing Slash severed some invisible connection, enabling the elimination of the creature's vitality in a single strike.

Divine Fist in a punch can destroy monsters and evils.

Divine presence in a slash can similarly eradicate sinister things.

"Huh?"

As he was about to leave, Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow and fished out a pitch-black Iron Token from where the corpse's 'heart' should be.

Each side of the Iron Token had different depictions, one side was mountains and rivers, the other was myriad beasts, with various complex words engraved on both edges.

He wiped it clean,

Fang Zheng touched it despite his disgust.

"Hmm?"

"Is this..."

With a look of surprise, he carefully picked up the Iron Token, his eyes growing brighter:

"A Magical Artifact?"

The objects used by Warlocks for casting magic were usually called Magical Artifacts, like the Peach Wood Sword Zhang Mingrui often used, though they typically had no special function.

However, a genuine Magical Artifact could enhance a Warlock's magical prowess.

For instance, the Magic-Slaying Sword bestowed by Pure Yang Palace to Three Purities Temple...

The Token within the strange man's corpse seemed to be such a Magical Artifact; at least in Fang Zheng's perception, holding the Iron Token made the Power of Divine Soul noticeably more active.

Just like being...

On a Magic Altar.

Of course.

The level of enhancement wasn't as strong as that of a Magic Altar, possibly one or two folds at most, and holding it for too long elicited a cold aura penetrating the body.

Over time, it might become harmful.

"Even so, it's still a good object!"

Fang Zheng's eyes lit up:

"Carrying this is akin to having a portable, simple Magic Altar; my Observation Method advances further, perhaps I could perform simple magic without blood."

"Finally, there's a glimpse of hope without slicing my finger before each spell!"

"A gain!"

After wrapping the Iron Token, he looked back in the direction he came from.

Hmm,

Better not go back.

'The Otherworld is too dangerous, with all sorts of bizarre things, zombies, living dead, and even Three Blood Martial Artists are hard to deal with.'

'I better wait until things are almost settled before going back.'

'As for Zhang Mingrui...'

'He volunteered to lure the barbarian away, surely he has some confidence, at least he should be able to protect himself, no need to worry about him.'

Quick thoughts translating into decisions in his heart.

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"Speak."

Linghu An wielded a long sword, pointing at the barely breathing Mountain-Turning Tiger:

"Where has Lord Yan gone?"

"Heh heh..." Mountain-Turning Tiger's face was covered in blood, eyes firmly locked on Linghu An, gritting his teeth:

"You think I would tell you?"

"Dream on!"

"Really?" Linghu An's expression unchanged, the sword in his hand gently trembled, accompanied by a scream, and then something appeared at the tip.

An eyeball!

Mountain-Turning Tiger's left eye.

"Ah!"

Mountain-Turning Tiger covered his face with his hands, blood seeping through the fingers, emitting a shrill scream, yet his body could not move a bit.

His legs were already gone.

"You two."

Linghu An shook off the eyeball from his sword, turned around to look at the utterly powerless brother-sister duo, stepping closer:

"Do you also plan to keep your lips sealed?"

The two exchanged a glance, the man bitterly smiled:

"Doomed to die sooner or later, why bother asking?"

"At least..." Linghu An spoke slowly:

"I can grant you a comfortable death, wouldn't want to taste the Bone-Dislocating Hand, Heart Shattering Palm, or being sliced and diced, would you?"

"I'll tell!"

Before the man could speak, the woman gritted her teeth and said:

"Yan slipped past our ambush, escaped into the mountains, but don't get your hopes up, he might not be alive now."

"You know, the mountains..."

"Aren't clean."

She snorted coldly, raising her neck:

"Give me a quick end!"

"Oh!" Linghu An frowned, preparing to strike with his sword, casually asking:

"Your brother-sister duo engaged in a business of paid killing, Mountain-Turning Tiger has a cowardly nature, not supposed to bite off more than he could chew, was someone paying to kill Lord Yan?"

"Know anything of the other's background?"

"No." The woman shook her head:

"The one who paid was a masked woman, though I didn't see her face, my instincts tell me she was quite beautiful, also..."

"Yan has committed many evil deeds, there's no shortage of people wanting him dead, just regretting not succeeding at that time, but landing myself into a trap instead."

"Hmm." Linghu An indifferently nodded:

"Bon voyage, miss!"

"Swoosh!"

A flash of the blade, a headless corpse gradually fell.

"Next..." Sweeping his eyes across the remaining two, his face turned solemn:

"We'll take our time."

Ling Family claimed many lives, he couldn't possibly let Mountain-Turning Tiger off easily; even in death, he wouldn't die lightly.

Slicing and dicing,

Is but a light punishment!

...

"Kill!"

"Slay them!"

As reinforcements arrived, the situation in the field completely reversed.

Linghu Zhong commanded the crowd to besiege, Mountain-Turning Tiger's remaining forces and those unknown masked men, were hunted down and fell.

Even the escaping shadows were found one by one.

"What's going on?"

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