His pupils rapidly constricted to the size of mung beans, surging with boundless wariness and rage.
Someone had discovered him.
He did not know who this person was or what method they had used to determine his position in such a large estate, but as the successor of the Yellow Springs Flow, he was extremely sensitive to danger. Even Zhexiu and Nanke were somewhat inferior to him in this aspect. He could clearly sense an ill omen.
Without any need to think, he acted on instinct like a wild beast, about to use the Earth Escape technique to leave.
A thud came from the depths of the fake mountain as the moss-covered stone cracked and rolled away.
Chusu had not been able to leave. He still stood at his original spot, his head and body covered in stone and mud, his expression somewhat perplexed.
What was going on here?
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The moment those two fortune-tellers confirmed Chusu's identity, the attack began.
Each of the seven peddlers had a string of copper coins on their wrists.
The string snapped, carrying bits of snow with it as it fell on the sand table, smashing against those seemingly real pavilions and terraces that had been shrunk countless times.
At the same time, the banner in the other fortune-teller's hand suddenly straightened.
The wind and snow howled, and the banner fluttered in the wind.
It was like a banner.
The Wenshui suddenly surged with countless waves. Even the water grass in the deepest depths began to madly dance, and countless fish fled in fright.
A tremor came from the ground and quickly spread to the surface. The two shores of the Wenshui began to fiercely quake.
Miraculously, the buildings of the estate on the surface were unharmed.
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Countless cries of alarm rose from the estate.
The people who had been cursing and swearing a moment ago now held their heads and ran around.
The Tang Second Master stood in front of the scorched ruins, still motionless as he imagined the beautiful and secluded Tong Cottage a moment ago.
He knew that this tremor meant that the array had been activated.
Then he turned his head and muttered to himself, "Even Fivekind Man has come. Father, just what are you thinking?"
It seemed like he did not care about Chusu's life or death, or even whether Chusu would be captured. Why was this?
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The complicated array that the Tang clan had left on the two shores of the Wenshui and had lain dormant for many years was activated. Ancient Qi emerged from the ground, shrouding the estate in layer after layer.
Upon realizing that he could not escape through the ground, Chusu reacted with incredible speed. Transforming into a gray blur, he shot off into the distance.
He had already pushed his speed to the limit. Even if Nanke came, she would only be able to follow him at most, and would not be able to outrun him. However, he was still unable to outrun the expanding speed of the great formation. When he arrived at the periphery of the manor several miles away, the surface of light had already risen from the ground to the sky, forming a complete semicircle without any gaps.
Without even thinking, Chusu charged at the surface of light, wanting to rely on his incomparably tough body and lightning-fast speed to crash through.
With a soft sizzling sound, a greenish-yellow smoke burst out from the surface of his body.
Chusu grunted in pain and retreated. Lowering his head to glance at his body, he saw that a deep wound had appeared where the light of the array had touched. A thick liquid was gushing out, dripping onto the stone slabs with a hissing sound and quickly corroding a small hole.
He raised his head and looked at the surface of light in front of him. He knew that it would be very difficult to break through it head-on, so he couldn't help but let out an angry howl.
Since it was difficult to break through this formation, how could they break it? Naturally, it was to kill the people controlling the array.
The howling winds scattered the greenish-yellow smoke into the surroundings, now many times thinner than before.
But those flowers that were still blooming in the depths of winter withered upon encountering the smoke, instantly poisoned to death.
Chusu vanished.
A few moments later, he was on the other side of the manor.
By the Wenshui.
He gazed at the peddlers and fortune-tellers on the other side of the river, a hint of astonishment flashing through his cold and sinister eyes.
Those people clearly had very ordinary Qis, so how could they control such a terrifying array, break his concealment technique, and trap him here?
In this tense moment, he had no time to ponder this question. He only thought about how he could cross the Wenshui and kill those people.
The array enveloped the two shores of the Wenshui. The surface of light that separated the world was several li away, deep within the manor.
Logically speaking, he could very easily cross the river and attack those people controlling the array.
But he could see very clearly and sense even more clearly. The most powerful eye of the light array just happened to be above the Wenshui.
He was the successor to the Yellow Springs Flow, the embodiment of evil left behind by the previous Sect Master of the Longevity Sect. His entire body was sinister and his soul tainted. Crossing the river would assuredly trigger the eye of the light array.
When that happened, he would have to face the full power of the array.
No matter how arrogant and cold-blooded he was, he did not dare to use his body to resist the Tang clan's great array.
He had to think of another method.
If it were any other school, a naturally sinister and filthy person like him would have absolutely no way of evading the eye of the light array.
But after he was born, he cultivated the most orthodox and most ancient divine arts of the orthodox Daoist faith, so he just happened to possess this ability!
A phrase with an incomprehensible meaning that vaguely resembled a Daoist hymn slowly emerged from his lips and teeth.
He sat cross-legged on the ground and formed a lotus seal, his expression solemn.
His hands, covered in black fur and scales, welcomed the dancing snow in the sky.
An indescribable divine Qi gradually seeped out of his deformed and small body, completely enveloping him.
It was like blazing lava wrapping around a black and cold stone.
Anyone would only be able to see the bright, red, and incomparably bright surface. They would never be able to see the true scene within.
Chusu vanished into the boundless light over the Wenshui.
It was like a snowflake falling on a snowy plain, a drop of water falling into the ocean.
Ten thousand rays of light shone on the river. Even though the wind and snow outside were weeping and complaining, the Wenshui seemed to be at dusk, extremely warm.
But Chusu's disappearance added an indescribable change to this scene.
It was a very strange feeling, like a ghost had entered the depths of the abyss and could no longer be found.
Even more frightening was that if Chusu used the ten thousand rays of light to conceal himself and silently approach the opposite shore, how could those peddlers and fortune-tellers possibly escape his sneak attack?
For some reason, even though those peddlers and fortune-tellers had clearly seen the bloody dot on the model vanish, and at the same time, Chusu vanish into the light, possibly heading toward them, their expressions remained indifferent, wooden, and without the slightest hint of worry.
Perhaps it was because there was one type of person among them that was also a ghost.
Ghosts entered the depths of the abyss and were extremely difficult to find. What if they were also looking for a ghost?
There were no true ghosts in the world, but to many people, the government office was hell and the government laborers were ghosts that demanded their lives.
Six government laborers appeared on the shore, standing ten-some zhang apart.
Their bodies were wrapped in metal chains and their left hands gripped cudgels of water and fire.
Both the chains and the cudgels were very old, having been used for many years. They were covered in rust and the stench of blood, exuding a murderous aura and also a sinister aura.
The ten thousand rays of light from the river fell on their bodies, but they were still incapable of dispersing the sinister murderous aura of the government laborers.
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