Master of Kaidan-Chapter 529: Dimensional Strike Down

Name: Phantom Object·Hooked Finger Oath

Elements: [Ghost], [Mysterious], [Oath], [Precious], [Comfortable]

Description: A costly titanium crystal ring, with a splendid gemstone bearing a delicate engraving that seems to have been used as a seal.

Notably, this ring appears to have once been used as the medium for signing a certain contract, thus it became tainted with an ominous curse. A contract can be sealed with a standard pinky promise, and if the terms are violated, something terrible will happen.

Note: Those who break the contract must swallow a thousand needles!

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Gently caressing the titanium crystal ring that seemed entwined with countless golden threads, Feng Xue quietly watched the ghost clutching at its throat, writhing on the ground. The dark clouds behind it, as if stimulated, began to churn even more violently.

The will-o’-wisps hidden in the cemetery flickered madly, their mournful wails almost piercing directly into Feng Xue’s brain, and from within those dark clouds emerged figures clad in armor and wielding sharp blades, lined up in formation. Behind them, on a palanquin held high by eight mighty ghosts, a man dressed in a python robe looked down haughtily at Feng Xue.

"Could it be that there are elements?!" Feng Xue’s eyes suddenly narrowed, looking at the text and garbled characters floating above the Ghost King’s head that indicated elements, some faint but not so distant memories began to flood back into his mind.

"Scared stiff? So be it."

Watching Feng Xue’s expressionless face, the Ghost King reached out with a hook of his finger, and the Coffin Ghost rolling on the ground immediately transformed into a puff of black smoke, settling into the Ghost King’s palm that felt like a skeleton.

"Save me! Lord, save me!" The dry, hoarse voice that seemed to cause heart-wrenching pain with every word spoken emanated from the black smoke. The Ghost King extended his hand to grasp it but had no effect, instead, his palm was pricked painfully by the surging silver needles.

The Ghost King, feeling that he had lost face, let out an angry snort, as if to justify himself:

"You dare to curse my vanguard, you should be skinned and flailed, suffer the penalty of a thousand ghosts gnawing at your heart, but I have always valued talent, if only you..."

"If it can’t be undone, then it can’t be undone. There’s no shame in that," Feng Xue grinned, cutting off the Ghost King’s face-saving speech; the Ghost King instantly became furious, with a wave of his arm, the Ghost Soldiers in front of him immediately raised their spears and without another word, thrust at Feng Xue.

Seeing this, Feng Xue couldn’t care less about the string of elements above the other’s head, and immediately shouted:

"Write, Star Lord with the graceful and wonders-inspiring pen!"

As his words fell, the silhouette of the Pen Immortal floated forth. Knowing the gravity of the situation, she didn’t waste words this time. Her pen moved swiftly, the character for ’death’ fell on her little notebook, and those rushing Ghost Soldiers instantly fell to the ground, motionless, then turned into wisps of black smoke that entered into her book.

"How dare you!" The Ghost King’s face turned uglier, but he waved his hand again. This time, however, it wasn’t the ghost soldiers that served as a ceremonial guard, but a gust of yin wind blown out from his sleeves.

The chilling wind, carrying the cries of ghosts and howls of wolves, blew straight at Feng Xue. Shadows of ghosts flitted through the wind, splitting into more than a dozen black arrows shooting at Feng Xue from different positions.

"Die!"

The Pen Immortal waved her pen in battle, unleashing a strange power that swept over the chilly wind, instantly knocking down the black arrows. Those arrows, once they struck the ground, turned into the forms of fierce, double-headed ghosts, struggling as they lunged forward.

While the Pen Immortal fought off the enemy with her pen, Feng Xue was closely observing. Each of these black arrows bore two faces—one fiercely malevolent, the other incessantly screaming—and within the screaming heads, there was one that looked somewhat familiar!

"Could it actually be a player?!"

Feng Xue immediately realized the origins of these double-headed ghosts and didn’t wait for him to remind them before a black arrow had already attacked in front of the spirit-medium.

The spirit-medium wrote the character for "death" again to knock it down, but she didn’t know if it was because the distance was too close or she had triggered some rule. Her splendid robe sleeve was stained with a bit of dirt.

The seemingly oily patterns spread upward quickly, instantly covering half of her sleeve. The spirit-medium’s face also showed a pained expression, and Feng Xue understood that this was probably the curse possessed by the ghost that the player had raised. He reached out to touch her and withdrew the spirit-medium into the pen.

"It’s too late to surrender now!" The Ghost King clenched his bone claw, and those dozen double-headed evil ghosts let out a piercing wail. One after another, curses seemed to be squeezed forcefully like the inner organs of sea cucumbers being sprayed, splashing over towards Feng Xue. However, Feng Xue simply lifted his little finger and whispered,

"Slay them, the Great White Golden Star’s Oath."

As he invoked the true name that binds the ghosts of this world with the spirit-language, strands of golden threads from within the Titanium Crystal Ring suddenly connected into one piece. In front of Feng Xue, they formed a sketch-like drawing made of countless fine lines.

It was a swordswoman wearing a Heroic Robe, her face so cold and indifferent. Her sharp and decisive lines carved a chilling sense three parts deep into the bone. But before the drawing could complete, the curses like sea cucumber organs had already reached close proximity.

"Whoosh!"

As if shattered by invisible swords, the curses suddenly split into myriad pieces. The golden threads knitting it exploded violently, the gold light dripping from the threads as if fading, falling like rainwater. Amidst this golden rain, the aloof swordswoman in white took a step out.

Though she appeared much softer compared to the previous gold-threaded image, merely gazing upon her would cause a strong stinging sensation to surge from every pore on the onlooker’s body.

"Your command?"

Her icy voice, like a sword’s edge, tore through the black cloud-like atmosphere. Feng Xue glanced at the curses still writhing on the ground and said indifferently,

"Kill."

"As you command."

Before her voice fell, the white figure had already transformed into a streak of sword light. The double-headed evil ghosts spraying curses were almost instantly bifurcated.

"The Golden Star represents reform, governance over slaughter and contention. Now that dynasties are changing, it suits you well, Ghost King."

Feng Xue opened his palm, and a wheel made of six orbs of light emerged in his hand. The sliced-up double-headed fierce ghosts on the ground, reflecting in the light wheel, spun and flew into it.

Although according to the game, these players should all possess Fierce Ghost Level strength, facing the Phantom Object named Six Paths of Reincarnation, they might as well not even hope for a rescue.

"This scene kind of looks like flushing a toilet." As the Six Paths of Reincarnation started spinning, the spirit-medium poked her head out from Feng Xue’s front pocket and whispered her sarcasm. Upon hearing this, Feng Xue rolled his eyes and said,

"If you have the energy to make sarcastic comments, you might as well consider your own strength. Look at the Great White, then look at you!"

"That’s too much! I’m just a Star Lord of Calculations, a civilian post, and a temp worker at that. How can you expect me to compare in combat strength with a Martial God of such renown? And you don’t even look at the resources you’ve piled upon her! Give me... "

At this point, the spirit-medium immediately shut her mouth, but Feng Xue chuckled and said,

"If you want a full-time position, just say so. What was I going to give you? Do you want the Immortal of Mount Tai or the Yin Tianzi of the Underworld?"

"No, no, I really can’t accept that!"

The spirit-medium let out a somewhat pained cry of refusal, but Feng Xue just laughed, no longer paying attention to this cowardly spirit-medium, and raised his head to appreciate the Ghost King’s end.

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