131: Chapter 131 Zhao Zhanming Arrives, Lin Shuangwan's True Face

[You cursed fiercely in your heart.]

[The effect of this purple trait is "Significantly increases one's own charm and affinity, and lowers the initial hostility of all living beings."]

[But in front of these mindless ghost creatures that rely solely on bloodthirsty instinct, this "affinity" mutated directly into a fatal temptation! In their eyes, you are the most fragrant, most tempting piece of Tang Monk meat in this market!]

["Pfft!"]

[A Ghost Servant broke through Manager Liu's Flying Sword defense, its sharp claws tearing five deep, bone-exposing gashes into your shoulder. The cold ghost energy instantly invaded your Meridians, and half of your body suddenly went numb.]

["Emperor Shuang Wan!" Manager Liu shrieked, wanting to turn back to save you.]

["Don't worry about me!" You shoved Manager Liu's hand away, used the momentum to retreat, and casually picked up an iron longsword left behind by a deceased Loose Cultivator.]

[You knew very well that you couldn't escape.]

[Moreover, you were now a super monster-attracting target. If Manager Liu continued to take you with her, she would only be implicated by you, and both of you would die here.]

["Sister Liu, they are coming for me! You guys go quickly!" You held your sword horizontally in front of your chest, pouring your Yuan force frantically into the blade, forcing back the two approaching Ghost Servants.]

["No! I cannot abandon you!" Manager Liu's eyes were red, and she crazily urged her Magical Artifact, wanting to rush over.]

["Staying behind is just throwing your life away! Get out of here!" You shouted sternly, your eyes ice-cold without a trace of warmth.]

["Manager Liu, let's go! If we don't leave now, it will really be too late!" Several Cultivators nearby saw the situation was bad, grabbed Manager Liu by the waist tightly, and forcibly dragged her onto the flying Magical Artifact.]

["Emperor Shuang Wan—"]

[Manager Liu's shrill crying echoed in mid-air as the Magical Artifact turned into a stream of light, quickly disappearing into the night outside the market.]

[Watching her leave safely, you breathed a slight sigh of relief.]

["Alright, now it's just us left."]

[You turned around, looking at the dozens of Ghost Servants that had already surrounded you layer upon layer, and a crazy sneer curled up at the corners of your mouth.]

["Anyway, without a Spiritual Root, I can never cultivate to become an immortal in this life. Even if I die today, this lady is going to break a few of your teeth!"]

["Kill!"]

[You took the initiative to charge into the ghost horde. The sword light was like snow, slashing out blinding streaks of light in the darkness.]

[Relying on your Great Grandmaster Perfection combat instincts and micro-level movement techniques, you dodged and weaved through the ghost horde; one Ghost Servant was beheaded by your sword, and another had its chest shattered by your kick.]

[But a Mortal's Physical Body ultimately has its limits.]

[These Ghost Servants were endless, and with every collision, a trace of bone-chilling ghost energy would crawl into your body along the sword hilt, freezing your blood and slowing your movements.]

[Half an incense stick of time later.]

[With a crisp "clang," the iron longsword in your hand finally could not withstand the dual erosion of True Qi and ghost energy, shattering inch by inch.]

[Just as your old strength was exhausted and new strength had yet to arise, an exceptionally large evil ghost, which had already reached the Late Stage of Qi Refining, burst out from the ground behind you.]

["Pfft—"]

[An ink-black, barb-covered ghost claw stabbed fiercely into your lower back, piercing directly through your abdomen and emerging from your front.]

[Intense pain instantly overwhelmed your nerves; you let out a muffled groan, your body collapsing weakly to the ground, and blood dyed the bluestone slabs red like a gushing spring.]

[The surrounding Ghost Servants let out excited shrieks, rushing up one after another, preparing to tear you apart and eat you.]

[You closed your eyes weakly, quietly waiting for the arrival of death.]

[Just at this moment.]

["Get lost!!!"]

[A hoarse, desperate roar came from the other end of the long street.]

[A brilliant sword light slashed through the darkness like a ribbon, violently striking the ghost horde in front of you; the few closest Ghost Servants were instantly shredded by the Sword Qi.]

[You struggled to open your eyes.]

[You saw Zhao Zhanming rushing over, covered in blood, staring fixedly at you as you lay in a pool of blood.]

["Manager Lin!"]

[He forced back the surrounding ghost creatures with one sword strike and knelt on one knee beside you.]

[Looking at the shocking blood hole in your abdomen and your paper-pale complexion, his hands began to tremble violently.]

[He wanted to take you away, but every time he cleared a wave and was just about to escape, the next wave would come again.]

[Soon, the surrounding Ghost Servants gathered around again, increasing in number.]

[Zhao Zhanming hardened his heart and pulled a white jade pendant carved with complex array patterns from his bosom. This was a life-saving trump card left by his father, capable of unleashing a full-strength strike comparable to a Fifth-Grade Foundation Establishment Early Stage Cultivator.]

["Crack!"]

[He crushed the jade pendant without hesitation.]

[An extremely vast white spiritual light erupted, transforming into a hemispherical light shield ten zhang in diameter. Wherever the light shield passed, those sinister Ghost Servants were like accumulated snow meeting a scorching sun, instantly turning to ashes, clearing out a large safe area.]

[Zhao Zhanming scooped you up and ran wildly toward the outside of the market like a madman.]

[Above the market, the Black-robed man also sensed this spiritual power fluctuation.]

[His Divine Sense swept over toward you; the instant he discovered it was Zhao Zhanming, his brows furrowed slightly, but he did not choose to make a move.]

[Outside the market.]

["Don't die... please don't die..."]

[While running, he frantically pulled various Medicinal Pills for treating injuries from his Storage Pouch, stuffing them into your mouth all at once.]

["Swallow them! I beg you, swallow them!" His tears, mixed with blood on his face, fell onto your cheeks, his voice filled with undisguised fear and despair.]

[You leaned against his chest, feeling his violent heartbeat, your mouth filled with the bitterness of the Medicinal Pills and the metallic sweetness of blood.]

[You knew very well that your vitality had already been severed. A Mortal's internal organs had been completely corroded by ghost energy; even if a Grand Unity Golden Immortal came... they probably couldn't save you, right?]

[Looking at Zhao Zhanming's silly appearance, so anxious he was about to cry, a strange sense of mischievous humor suddenly surged in your heart.]

[This kid had been secretly in love with you for so long, always thinking the one he liked was an ordinary woman in her thirties, agonizing over it endlessly.]

["Anyway, since I'm going to die, I might as well leave him with a deep impression."]

[You swallowed a mouthful of blood foam, weakly raised your hand, and grabbed the lapel of his chest.]

["Zhanming..." Your voice was as thin as a gossamer thread.]

["I'm here! I'm here! Don't speak, I'm taking you to find a doctor, I'm taking you back to the Zhao family!" Zhao Zhanming shook his head desperately, his speed increasing even more.]

["Actually... the me you see has never been... the real me." You said intermittently.]

[Zhao Zhanming was stunned for a moment, looking down at you: "What do you mean?"]

[You didn't answer, only slightly twitching the corners of your mouth.]

[You stopped the operation of the Thousand-Face Faceless Art within your body.]

[The next moment.]

[The disguise that had covered your face for five years melted away like ice and snow; your slightly rough skin became smooth as jade, and your ordinary features rearranged, transforming into that breathtaking, cold, and peerlessly beautiful face.]

[The night wind blew past, scattering the messy hair at your temples, and those deep, calm peach blossom eyes were now quietly gazing at him.]