90: Chapter 90 The Radiant Light Illuminates the Evil Face

The crimson-gold Pure Yang sword radiance split open the stuffy and turbid air of the collection room.

The sword blade tore through the void, emitting a harsh sonic boom.

The Human-faced Spider inside the bronze mirror surface perceived a fatal life-and-death crisis, letting out a miserable scream.

Its distorted face opened a bloody maw, spitting out a huge spider web woven from sticky black blood, attempting to stop the falling lightning-struck peach wood sword.

Lin Ye's momentum did not decrease as he flipped his wrist.

One hundred and eight ancient copper coins collided and rubbed against each other, bursting forth with an incomparably fierce and mighty evil-breaking Yang fire.

The sword blade cut into that foul-smelling blood-red spider web without receiving the slightest obstruction.

The blazing flames instantly ignited the tainted blood, and large swathes of pungent black smoke rose into the air.

The residual power of the sword blade broke through the obstruction, slashing heavily against the edge of the ancient bronze mirror.

"Clang!"

A metal impact sound resembling a grand bell reverberated outwards.

The ancient bronze mirror shook violently, and dense cracks appeared on its hard mirror surface.

The Human-faced Spider hidden within the mirror suffered heavy damage, and its eight limbs covered in barbs convulsed frantically.

It attempted to escape outward along the cracks, but as soon as it poked out half of its shriveled head, it collided head-on with a layer of deep blue, extremely cold frost.

Frost Star was crouching on top of the antique shelf at some unknown time.

The little girl was pinching half an unfinished popsicle in her hand, her left eye azure and her right eye scarlet.

She stuck out her tongue at the ugly spider.

"Being this ugly and you still dare to come out and ruin appetites, get frozen by me!"

The Nether Corpse Qi transformed into invisible chains, tightly sealing the cracks on the mirror surface.

Half of the Human-faced Spider's body was stuck outside the mirror, and a thick layer of ice rapidly condensed on its surface, rendering it unable to move.

Lin Ye took the momentum to retract his sword, his left hand shaped into a knife with combined fingers, accurately and flawlessly poking the distorted woman's face at the center of the spider's brows.

The Pure Yang True Qi penetrated through the body and entered.

Accompanied by a miserable howl unlike that of a human, the fiend entrenched within the mirror completely shattered, turning into a pool of foul-smelling black pus that slid down the bronze mirror surface.

The heavy death qi shrouding above the Shen family villa melted away completely at this moment.

In the outer living room, Mr. Shen, who was lingering on his last breath sitting on the sofa, coughed twice and spat out a large mouthful of foul-smelling black blood.

His originally bluish-grey cheeks quickly regained color, and his rapid breathing returned to stability.

The death curse had been broken, and this old life was considered saved.

Inside the collection room.

Lin Ye stared at the cracked ancient bronze mirror. The Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix totem on the mirror surface lost its eerie purple light, turning into a lifeless piece of scrap iron.

This thing was not an ordinary evil object; fluctuations of a secretive spatial array formation remained inside it.

Deep blue light leaped in front of his retina, and the system prompt tone broadcasted on time in his mind.

"Ding! "My Lord, Please Behave Yourself" System prompt: Detected remote monitoring terminal of the Yinshan Sect. The other party is attempting to cut off the qi connection to evade pursuit. The times are calling, please host determine the pursuit means within three minutes, and give the old schemer hiding behind a little hardcore shock!"

The light screen unfolded, and three options jumped into view:

[Option A: Physical disconnection — — Fly kick and smash the bronze mirror, and curse heavily "Go to hell".]

[Reward: Primary Iron Leg Skill. Consequence: All clues are broken, the Zheng family and Yinshan Sect will hide deeper, the enemy is in the dark while we are in the light, and troubles are endless.]

[Option B: Round light tracing, face-jumping output — — Using Pure Yang True Blood as a guide, cast the Taoist secret technique [Round Light Technique], forcefully hacking into the other party's spell frequency band. Have a cross-space video call, face-taunt and attach a thunder-fire set meal!]

[Reward: Husband points +300, Taoist aura crushes the whole situation.]

[Option C: Light of the rule of law — — Take out the phone to take a picture of the mirror, dial 110, claiming to have found overseas spy communication equipment.]

[Reward: Good Citizen Medal. Consequence: The operator will transfer you to a psychiatric hospital, and Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan will express concern about your IQ.]

Looking at these options, Lin Ye sneered.

"I choose B."

Lin Ye put away the peach wood sword, bit his left index finger, and squeezed out a drop of Pure Yang origin true blood surging with pale golden light.

He dotted the true blood at the center of the cracks on the ancient bronze mirror.

His index finger slid rapidly, drawing a complex Taiji Yin-Yang rune.

"Heaven and Earth Xuanzong, root of all qi, round light borrow the law, manifest shapes for ten thousand miles! Open!"

The Taoist mantra was shouted out.

That drop of Pure Yang True Blood transformed into a ball of crimson flame, instantly igniting the residual yin qi on the mirror surface.

The turbid mirror surface rippled like water waves, and the image originally reflecting the collection room was forcibly twisted, revealing a dimly lit underground secret room.

In the center of the secret room stood a mahogany tea table.

On the main seat of the tea table sat a suit-wearing, pot-bellied middle-aged man, pinching a string of small-leaf red sandalwood prayer beads in his hand.

Opposite him sat a thin and withered old man wearing a wide black robe.

The old man wore half a bronze mask on his face, surrounded by rich death qi, and right in front of him was placed a bronze mirror identical to the one at the Shen family.

These two were none other than Zheng Tianhao, the head of the Jiangzhou Zheng family, and the core elder of the Yinshan Sect hidden behind the scenes.

The moment the mirror image connected.

Both people in the underground secret room trembled all over.

That Yinshan Sect elder stood up, staring fixedly at the bronze mirror in front of him that suddenly lit up with crimson fire.

"What expert, how dare you break this old man's Hundred Birds Soul-Catching Array?!"

The old man's voice was hoarse, exuding a murderous aura of both shock and anger.

Lin Ye stood in front of the mirror, his hands shoved into the pockets of his overalls, his posture upright, and his gaze condescending.

He faced the mirror surface, the corners of his mouth curling into an arrogant arc.

"I thought you were some sort of deity, but it turns out to be just a coward hiding in the basement."

Lin Ye's voice penetrated through the array formation of the Round Light Technique, exploding with a roar in the Zheng family's secret room, vibrating the purple clay teapot on the tea table until it hummed.

Seeing the young face in the mirror clearly, Zheng Tianhao was so frightened that he fell to the ground, and his prayer beads scattered all over the floor.

"You... who are you? The helper invited by that old thing Mr. Shen?"

Looking at the panicked middle-aged fat man in the mirror, Lin Ye did not rush to make a move.

He adjusted his standing posture slightly to make himself look more photogenic in the "picture" of the Round Light Technique.

"President Zheng, don't let your face be so pale, making it seem like I am the soul-claiming ghost."

Lin Ye's tone was brisk, as if he were discussing tomorrow's weather.

"Just now you guys were chatting quite happily, talking about sacrifices and layouts. What, can this piece of land in Jiangzhou no longer hold your ambitions, and you plan to go to the netherworld to open a chain supermarket?"

That Yinshan Sect elder steadied his body, pointing his withered and thin fingers trembling towards the mirror surface, and said through gritted teeth:

"Brat, how dare you ruin our Holy Cult's major event! Do you know this mirror is a secret treasure of Yinshan..."

"Alright, alright, stop reciting the product manual there."

Lin Ye dug his ear, looking disgusted.

"With this resolution, still a secret treasure? I think it's just cheap goods with free shipping for 9.9 yuan from Pinduoduo. That spider just now, besides being a bit ugly, its combat power is not even as good as my cat."

"President Zheng, the partners found by your Senhai Capital are not very reliable. The technical service is not in place, a bad review is definitely warranted, and now an extra 'cross-screen on-site maintenance fee' will be charged."

"You... how much money do you want? I can give it to you!" Zheng Tianhao asked tremblingly.

"Money? President Zheng, your perspective is too small."

Lin Ye smiled slightly, his eyes suddenly turning ice-cold.

"I have a bad habit: when someone gives me a gift, I like to return it doubly. Since you like playing 'video calls', I will send you a thunder-fire red envelope!"

"Remember, the person sending you to hell is called Lin Ye. Taiping Old Street, Funeral Shop boss."

Lin Ye pointed at the Yinshan Sect elder in the mirror, his tone as chilling and sharp as a knife.

"Your Yinshan Sect's hands stretch too far. I haven't settled the accounts for Heishui Town and the ancient temple with you yet, and today you brought out such unclassy evil objects to harm people again. This broken mirror, I am returning it the same way."

As his voice fell.

Lin Ye's right hand gently gripped into a fist, and a ball of extremely compressed Pure Yang thunder-fire condensed in his palm.

Without any hesitation, he punched heavily onto the surface of the ancient bronze mirror.

The violent thunder power followed the qi channel built by the Round Light Technique, crossed half of Jiangzhou City, and rushed directly into the mother mirror in the Zheng family's secret room.

"Boom!"

Inside the Zheng family's secret room.

The bronze mother mirror placed on the tea table instantly shattered.

Countless bronze fragments burning with crimson yang fire splashed everywhere like buckshot.

"Lin Ye, you brat! My Yinshan Sect will never rest with you!"

Before the words finished, the Yinshan Sect elder failed to dodge in time, half of his face was scratched by fragments, and black blood surged wildly.

The protective yin qi was as thin as cicada wings in front of the Pure Yang thunder-fire, and his whole person was blasted flying backward, slamming heavily onto the brick wall behind him.

Zheng Tianhao was overturned by this wave of air, howling as he rolled on the ground, his face covered in blood.

Communication cut off.

The bronze mirror in the Shen family's collection room turned into a pile of scrap iron that completely lost its spirituality.