47: Red-haired girl, guardian spirit sword

"Go, kill every living person you see!"

Tang Heng swung the blood-stained long axe in his hand violently, his voice tinged with a hint of madness.

Behind him, thousands of Evil Wraith Ghosts whistled out like a tide, pouncing frantically into Qingshu Town from his left and right flanks.

Their bodies were twisted, with green faces and fangs, appearing seemingly unstoppable.

Bang! With a loud crash, a house was smashed to pieces like it was made of paper, wood chips flying and dust filling the air.

The scent of the living had nowhere to hide from their sense of smell; in the blink of an eye, the town's elderly, weak, women, and children were found.

They were dragged out from the cellars, their bright red blood staining the bluestone streets.

As for the strong men who had already retreated, they had long since died in battle before them.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Ferocious roars erupted from the ghosts' throats. They tore open a cellar, and when they climbed out, they were covered in blood, a trace of eerie satisfaction in their hollow eyes.

After a bout of bloody slaughter, the air was thick with a pungent, metallic stench.

Tang Heng calculated to himself, feeling that the time was ripe.

Just as he was about to sit cross-legged to absorb the dense blood Qi around him to Cultivate, a sudden sense of unease and crisis washed over him.

This sense of crisis made his heart tighten; since he started Cultivating, he had never felt such pressure.

Every cell in his body was telling him: Run!

A great terror has descended!

Without time to think, Tang Heng produced a straw-woven doll in his hand.

At that very instant, a massive black blade slashed down from the Nine Heavens, as if a god of heavenly punishment had descended, incomparably fierce.

Boom! The ground where Tang Heng had just been standing was instantly torn into several terrifying ravines, and the surrounding space trembled.

A vast pressure surged forth like a tide, lingering for a long time, as if the entire world was trembling from this single strike.

Then, a figure landed lightly, stepping gracefully upon the hilt of that black blade.

She wore a white Daoist robe, looking like a Fairy in the morning light, her long hair tied in a ponytail, with a black bow accentuating her exquisite features.

Her hair and pupils were a strange ginger-red, like flames burning in the dawn, bright and intense.

Her pretty face was expressionless, with two strands of hair falling softly over her forehead, like a red Fairy descended to the Mortal world.

With a cold glance, she caught sight of Tang Heng fleeing frantically in the distance, her eyes showing deep disgust, as if looking at a filthy little bug.

"Fortunately, this life-saving secret technique could teleport me a short distance, otherwise I would be dead."

In the distance, Tang Heng frantically activated his movement technique, his feet moving like the wind.

He pushed his speed to the limit, wishing he could strike sparks from every inch of ground, desperate to escape this terrifying place as quickly as possible.

While fleeing, he did not forget to activate the myriad souls banner, summoning the countless Evil Wraith Ghosts that were rampaging through Qingshu Town.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The eyes of the originally violent ghosts rolled as they seemed to receive some invisible command, pouring out from buildings and ruins.

They quickly gathered at the spot where Tang Heng had been attacked, a dense black mass like an incoming dark tide, aggressively roaring as they attacked the young girl standing on the giant sword.

They soon reached Tang Heng's original position, all of them roaring as they crawled toward the girl standing on the giant sword.

Facing a charge of thousands of Evil Wraith Ghosts, even a powerhouse of the Spirit Manifestation Realm would likely find it a bit troublesome.

However, the girl before them remained cold, quietly watching the approaching evil entities without a hint of fear, like a fearless goddess standing proudly in the darkness.

Twenty steps!

Ten steps!

Buzz, buzz, buzz—at that moment, the black giant blade beneath the girl's feet seemed to receive a summons and suddenly changed.

From the massive blade, a small dagger instantly split off, emitting a heart-palpitating cold light.

The next moment, swoosh—

This short dagger was like a meteor streaking through the dark night, suddenly exploding with unparalleled and terrifying speed.

Puchi, puchi! The small dagger instantly pierced through the vital points of the thousands of charging Evil Wraith Ghosts.

Like a blade cutting through the air, it made a crisp whistling sound.

Bang, bang, bang... foul-smelling liquid splattered.

The bodies of thousands of Evil Wraith Ghosts fell together, all completely slain by this single strike.

In the ruins of Qingshu Town, the elderly, young, women, and children crawled out one after another. Witnessing this scene, they were too shocked to speak, their eyes filled with unbelievable astonishment and reverence.

After killing numerous Evil Wraith Ghosts in one blow, the red-haired girl's expression didn't fluctuate in the slightest.

She performed a hand seal, and her figure vanished toward the distance like a stream of light.

The black giant sword beneath her feet shrank rapidly, turning into ten black ceremonial blades that quietly circled around her.

Meanwhile, Tang Heng, who had already fled dozens of miles away, suddenly felt a terrifying sense of crisis.

It was as if a pair of invisible eyes were staring intently at him, making him shudder all over.

Zheng!

A cold light flashed in the red-haired girl's eyes as her magical power surged at that moment.

She pressed two jade-like fingers together and beckoned forward.

Three of the ceremonial blades surrounding her, like sharks scenting blood, pounced toward Tang Heng one after another.

Each ceremonial blade seemed to contain destructive power; the air was torn apart, letting out sharp, long whistles.

Tang Heng felt the sharp Aura coming from behind and his heart tightened, understanding that he had to remain highly vigilant and could not afford the slightest carelessness.

Swallowing a bright red blood bead, he pushed his magical power to the limit, his figure dodging the attacks of the three ceremonial blades as swiftly as a ghost.

However, these three ceremonial blades were clearly extraordinary, like high-grade Magical Artifacts that had awakened their spirits; they actively engaged the enemy, surrounding Tang Heng and slashing frequently, closing in step by step.

With a flick of his wrist, Tang Heng's long axe Magical Artifact landed in his hand. He retreated while entangling with the three ceremonial blades, doing his utmost to resist.

However, the power of these ceremonial blades far exceeded his imagination, as if he were facing three Sword Cultivators at the Nascent Light Realm Ninth Layer Peak.

Their speed and power reached the limit of the Kai Guang Realm, making him feel an unprecedented pressure.

In less than a moment, Tang Heng had been struck by over a dozen blades, his clothes soaked in blood, a sight so miserable it made one's heart skip a beat.

Suddenly, there was a buzz.

One ceremonial blade suddenly spun up, turning into a rapidly rotating wheel of light, and in that instant, it displayed power surpassing the Kai Guang Realm.

"Swoosh!" With a piercing sound of breaking air, the wheel of light was like a rainbow, slashing heavily toward Tang Heng.

It happened in the blink of an eye; the wheel of light fell instantly. In such haste, he had no time to take out any other hidden trump cards.

Tang Heng's heart rate suddenly accelerated; he could hear his own heart crying for help.

He knew that if this blade hit him directly, he would surely die with no chance of survival.

He immediately activated his full cultivation and held the long axe horizontally in front of his body.

With a loud bang like the rumble of thunder, the long axe shattered under the fierce impact.

Fragments of the Magical Artifact scattered like raindrops. Tang Heng's body was sent flying, and blood gushed from the corners of his mouth, staining the ground red.

A long, deep bloody gash split open his chest; intense pain washed over him, making Tang Heng suffer immensely.

Looking down, his intestines were nearly falling out.

Tang Heng's face was as pale as paper, clearly severely injured. Ignoring everything else, he clutched his intestines that were about to spill out and prepared to continue fleeing.

He glanced into the distance; the red-haired girl was standing on a ceremonial blade, floating in mid-air, watching him.

The red-haired girl still looked like a high-and-mighty female Fairy, gracefully standing on a ceremonial blade, suspended in mid-air.

Her gaze was calm, so cold it made one shudder.

Those eyes, devoid of any fluctuation, seemed to be scrutinizing a loathsome bug, causing a wave of panic in his heart.

However, Tang Heng clearly had no time to dwell on this.

Now, there was only one thought in his mind: Escape.

He had to find a way to escape, or else he would truly be slain here by her.

He knew well that if he didn't take decisive measures, he would surely die.

Thus, Tang Heng bit his tongue, and blood spurted out like red raindrops.

Immediately afterward, his body instantly turned into a mist of blood and dissipated into the air.

Secret Technique: Blood Escape Great Law!!!

Seeing this, the red-haired girl's expression remained as cold as ice, as if she had already seen through his escape attempt.

With a gentle beckon of her jade finger, three more ceremonial blades flew out from behind her, their blade light like a raging tide, pressing directly toward Tang Heng.

The ferocious blade edges carried the power to pierce clouds and crack stones, whistling as they tore through the air.

The six ceremonial blades formed a blind spot, directly sealing off Tang Heng's retreat; at this moment, even with wings, he could not escape.

Suddenly, an unexpected change occurred.

The bright red escape light suddenly turned at a bizarre angle, diving toward the red-haired girl.

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!

The remaining three ceremonial blades behind the red-haired girl actively protected their master.

One of the ceremonial blades spun rapidly, a wheel of light flashing as it instantly slashed toward the blood-colored escape light.

With a zheng, the crisp sound of clashing metal echoed all around, deafeningly loud.

Once the blood light dissipated, a straw-woven doll cut into two pieces was seen lying on the ground.

The ten ceremonial blades returned behind the red-haired girl.

The red-haired girl stared at the straw doll split in two, her expression finally changing slightly, yet it still left one wondering what she was thinking.

She chanted softly, activating her magical power to roughly scan the surroundings.

Finding that the enemy had long since vanished from this place, the surroundings returned to silence.

The red-haired girl did not continue her pursuit and leaped up.

The ten ceremonial blades behind her instantly shattered into thousands of fragments, which then recombined, turning in an instant into a majestic dark-colored giant eagle.

The dark-colored giant eagle spread its magnificent wings and flew off with the red-haired girl on its back... Half an hour later, an arm suddenly reached out from the spot where the red-haired girl had once stood.

This arm pushed aside the heavy soil.

Tang Heng suddenly emerged from the ground, before he even had time to take a few breaths of fresh air.

He hurriedly stuffed his organs back into his chest cavity and quickly left the place.

For the next seven days, whether he was in a cave in the wilderness or huddled in a dark, damp corner.

The red-haired girl's ferocious figure haunted his mind, often waking him with a start and preventing him from Cultivating in peace.

After a few more days, as Tang Heng's condition gradually recovered, a magnificent and grand mountain in the distance finally came into view.

"Whew, finally almost there..."

This was the Righteous Qi Sect that Tang Heng had been longing for.

However, before that, entering the Righteous Qi Sect required a Disciple examination; after all, even if evil Cultivators needed "materials," they would still want high-quality ones.

Far from the mountain gate of the Righteous Qi Sect, a bustling small city was vibrant with life, with people coming and going in a lively atmosphere.

This was the territory of the Righteous Qi Sect, and a blue flag with the character "He" hung on the city gate.

Compared to Fuguan City, this place was undoubtedly better; at least one could receive protection from Spirit Manifestation Realm Cultivators without paying residence fees.

But this kind of benefit was also very fragile; who knew if one day the entire small city would be sacrificed in a blood ritual.

Tang Heng walked into the small city, and after just a few steps, unexpected whispers reached his ears.

"It's true, nearly nine hundred have been slain."

"Where on earth did that damn woman come from? Why does she only pick on us Cultivators to kill? Doesn't she know Mortals are easier to kill?"

"Sigh, you wouldn't know. I heard that woman seems to be a Righteous Path Cultivator."

"Oh ho, Hu Er, you're bragging again. How many Righteous Path people are left these days?"

"Aren't they afraid of evil spirits and Yin thunder entering their bodies during a Breakthrough?"

"Who's lying? You'll know if you go to the Righteous Qi Sect and ask those Sect Disciples."

"In short, that woman is not to be trifled with. Pay more attention to intelligence lately and definitely don't run to the places where she appears."

"This brother."

A strange voice called out.

The Cultivator named Hu Er turned around and saw a face that was as ordinary as ordinary could be.

Hu Er looked puzzled: "Who are you?"

"I am the Loose Cultivator Huang Xizhang. I wonder what the name of that... woman you just mentioned is."

Tang Heng smiled slightly and casually handed over two Spirit Stones.

Seeing this, a flash of pleasant surprise crossed Hu Er's eyes.

Immediately overjoyed, he took the Spirit Stones and poured out all the information he knew like a flood.

After listening to his account, Tang Heng felt a wave of coldness wash over his spine, and sweat had already soaked his back.