Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 1084 - 563_2
Inside, it's empty; there are no altars, no statues, just a solitary square table at the center of the hall.
The three of them approached slowly.
Their footsteps were as silent as if they were cats walking on padded paws, making no noise at all.
They vaguely felt there was some taboo here, as if a louder step would awaken something.
At this point, the three finally saw what was on the table.
There were bamboo tiles laid out on the table.
Bamboo tiles, also known as "bird tiles," are a popular gambling and entertainment tool in Yun State.
They never imagined that after all their efforts to get here, they would be greeted by a gambling table.
The bamboo tiles were arranged neatly on the table, with four chairs set around, as if four invisible people were sitting there playing tiles.
The bamboo tiles faintly revealed traces of blood, resembling small tombstones when glanced at.
Murong couldn't help but lean closer and said, "What are these tiles?"
"Mahjong on a Kong."
Suddenly, a voice unexpectedly echoed.
The three of them nearly jumped up, grabbed their weapons, and scanned their surroundings, attempting to find the source of the voice.
But the voice appeared quickly and vanished even quicker, and despite their keen ears, they couldn't determine its direction.
Aside from the gambling table, the hall was empty; if someone were hidden inside, they would have seen them.
"This place is haunted!"
This was Ning Qing's first reaction.
The thought made her face turn extremely pale.
At that moment, Ziyu, holding her crystalline sword, looked again at the bamboo tiles and said, "This isn't Mahjong on a Kong."
"Nonsense!"
"How is it not Mahjong on a Kong!"
"Do you even understand!"
The voice rang out again.
This time, Ziyu, with her sharp ears, perceived a vague direction and looked upward.
The ceiling of the hall was still made of impure Xuanbing, exhibiting a melancholic deep blue color.
And at this moment, Ziyu spoke, "There's someone in the ice."
Murong and Ning Qing followed her gaze and indeed saw a human figure in the ice.
The figure was blurry, mixed with the impurities in the Xuanbing, as if covered in blisters.
"You truly don't understand bamboo tiles!"
The voice came again. This time, Murong and the others were certain that the voice came from the figure in the ice.
At that moment, Murong suddenly felt a bad premonition and signaled for Ning Qing and Ziyu to retreat first.
However, as they took their first step, the figure on top moved.
It wiggled, then suddenly emerged from the ice and fell with a thud at the entrance.
"Not recognizing Mahjong on a Kong, yet trying to escape?"
At this point, the figure in ice was clearly in front of them.
The figure was dressed as a nun, adorned with cotton-like moon soil, making her appear particularly bloated.
In Murong's words, this was at least a two-hundred-pound ascetic.
And more eerily, it was her head.
Her head seemed to be fitted with a cap.
The cap was a red, square wooden box, spinning continuously on her head, with each side carved with patterns from mahjong tiles.
Neither the three Murong nor the figure moved.
However, the figure standing there exuded a strong sense of oppression.
The figure was alone against the three of them, giving them an advantage.
Then, suddenly, Ziyu turned her gaze behind her.
With a crashing sound, the wall behind them rippled as another figure emerged.
This figure was also dressed as a nun, but her head's wooden box was green, also engraved with various bamboo tile patterns.
Even with two opponents, they had the advantage with three.
Yet, the sense of oppression intensified for a moment.
The air seemed frozen, like solid blocks of ice pressing down.
Murong realized they were within the opponent's "field", something unique to a master.
Mists of sweat appeared on Murong's forehead. He twitched his nose and asked, "Who are you?"
The two nuns remained silent, their caps continuing to spin.
When the two Yaoji tiled patterns faced the trio, the boxes stopped spinning.
Murong suddenly realized, "Ah, so you're chickens!"
There are many kinds of chickens in the Martial World, commonly found in brothels, and also some wearing ascetic robes, dwelling in temples, but more discreetly.
For instance, pilgrims often see them as pure, serene, lotus-like sacred nuns, but crossing their threshold reveals their true form.
Murong had not expected to find such "chickens" here.
Just as he finished his words, the two nuns advanced several steps, questioning, "Who are you calling a chicken!"
"Who are you insulting!"
"Ignorant mortal, daring to offend the Undying Maidens, deserving a thousand deaths!"
As the two nuns approached, Murong quickly said, "You're the Undying Maidens?"
"Living atop the Moon Palace's Undying Maidens?"
Upon hearing this, the opponents ceased their advance.
Then, the red Yaoji nun said, "Indeed, we are truly the Undying Maidens of the Moon Palace."
Murong said, "But why are you wearing such plain robes? These styles resemble the nuns from the snowy temples at the foot of the mountains."
"How dare you!"
"Nonsense!"
"What mountain foot, what snowy temple? You speak demonic words to confuse, deserving of death!"
"Yes! This girl who cannot distinguish Mahjong on a Kong must be a demon or a ghost too!"
"The Undying Maidens of the Moon Palace, Acting for Heaven!" 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
The Murong trio had just wanted to mock the use of "Acting for Heaven", but the two nuns were already enraged.
From the swinging caps above their heads turned into afterimages, one could tell their mental states were unstable.
"Acting for Heaven!"
As soon as the words ended, the two nuns rushed forward, their caps transforming into "Hong Zhong".
Murong charged first towards the nun with the red cap.
The Blood Shadow Mad Blade swung out, carrying a crimson sword light.
With a crackling sound, the sword light halted abruptly, then his body spun five times in mid-air.
The nun had grabbed the Blood Shadow Mad Blade with a claw and spun it on its blade.
This woman's claw force was terrifying!
Upon seeing the claw marks outside, Murong knew the user must be a master among masters, requiring him to charge his power to match.
Yet he still underestimated the opponent.
As it seemed the opponent needed no charging at all, with overwhelming strength.
But the Green Saber Young Hero was no average fighter; he followed by drawing the Demon Sword "Gentle" borrowed back from Duan Yun.
Gentle was a gift he had given Duan Yun, and after Duan Yun's extensive use, it had become shaped by Duan Yun.
Yet, upon returning to Murong's hand, it felt exceptionally handy and pleasant to use, like a skilled girl who learns superior arts elsewhere, then returns to serve with mastery.
The Demon Sword Gentle, once drawn, unleashed a round-moon-like sword light.
This strike had been brewed within the sheath, bursting forth with formidable momentum.
The nun, observing this, showed no intention to evade. She raised a claw, as if believing nothing under the heavens could escape her grasp.
With a thud, Murong's strike finally came with strength; the nun struck, stepping back three paces.
At this moment, Murong held two blades in hand.
He dared not hold back, with "Listening to Rain in a Small Tower" in his left, and "This Hatred Endless Knife" in his right, half white, half green, swinging towards the nun.
The nun still neither dodged nor avoided, raising her claw to grasp upwards.
She seemed to have tremendous confidence, believing she could overturn anything she wished.
The two sides soon engaged in fierce combat. Murong's advantage from his charged attack faded quickly, plunging into a tough battle.
He couldn't help but glance at Ning Qing and Ziyu, seeing the two women also fighting another nun.
With a thud, Ziyu, along with her sword, was knocked over by a claw, heavily crashing onto the ice, while Ning Qing was forced to retreat continuously; the situation looking dire.
"Still concerned about others?"
The nun's voice eerily echoed at this moment.
