The Lord of Void and Real

Chapter 222: Chapter 220: The Small Thunder Talisman Proves Useful

Several strands of black fog flew out from the chaotic black mist, twirling and wrapping around Shen Luo like tendrils. However, with his intricate footwork, he seemed to daringly dodge each one.

Ma Mian’s whole body was already glowing with red light, urging the Protective White Fog in an attempt to break free from his restraints.

Just as Shen Luo was about to reach his side, the chaotic black fog rolled away, revealing the true form of the River Guardian Beast behind Ma Mian. It opened its mouth wide, revealing a Black Vortex within, as if it was about to swallow him whole.

“This is bad,” thought Shen Luo, immediately raising his hand and sweeping it fiercely. A water arrow burst from his sleeve, small Thunder talismans affixed to its tip. It whizzed into the air and landed at the top of the Beast’s head.

There was a loud roar of thunder!

Several streaks of Snowy White Thunder Light lit up the night sky, directly striking the River Guardian Beast.

“Roar…”

It immediately let out a roar, its movement momentarily halted.

Taking this opportunity, Shen Luo moved swiftly to Ma Mian’s side, handing him the Soul Hook Iron Pen.

At this point, the red light on Ma Mian’s body had already reached its peak. As soon as the Soul Hooking Pen fell into his hand, a tremendous aura burst from him.

Shen Luo was repelled by this force and sent flying back. He barely managed to adjust his trajectory using the Oblique Moon Step Technique. After a flip in mid-air, he stabilized himself.

Immediately, he looked again to see Ma Mian now completely free, his one hand forming seals, and the other holding the pen, starting to write in the void.

“Since you didn’t bring the Evocation Bottle, I guess you’re out of luck. I’ll have to directly obliterate you!” Soul Hook Horse Face roared furiously.

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The speed of his hand increased, and a dense text was soon written, forming a Bloody Chapter in mid-air. It wrapped around from all sides like a Skynet, trapping the River Guardian Beast within.

Under the reflection of the red light, the Bloody Chapter began to shrink rapidly. The mist from the River Guardian Beast’s body followed suit, retreating into its form and revealing its original constitution.

“Spirit Summoning, Suppressing Hundred Evil Spirits!” Ma Mian’s figure bolted up, shouting loudly.

The charm patterns on his Soul Hooking Pen lit up. The pen body expanded tenfold, like a spear thrusting out, piercing through the forehead of the Beast and exiting through the back of its head.

“Roar…”

The River Guardian Beast gave out a heart-wrenching roar, its body fog churning violently, but was completely absorbed by the Soul Hooking Pen. Gradually, its flesh and bone became visible.

However, soon after, the white bone and flesh decayed into ash, eventually scattering apart.

Right at this moment, a breath rose from the ashes of the River Guardian Beast, even though it had clearly dissipated. It transformed into a dense black fog ball and shot up into the sky, heading towards the west of the city at high speed.

Soul Hook Horse Face obviously failed to perceive this anomaly beforehand. By the time he thought to intercept, it was already too late. He took two steps before suddenly staggering, almost falling. He had no choice but to give up.

Shen Luo wanted to go forward and check, but hesitated for a while standing his ground without immediately proceeding.

At this time, Soul Hook Horse Face stood up again and turned to look at him.

Shen Luo held a fist to him from a distance, giving him a salute.

Ma Mian looked uncertain for a moment, then suddenly waved his sleeve. There was a flash of light, and he transformed back into the form of the white-faced scholar.

“Come with me.” He strode past Shen Luo and said this.

After a moment’s consideration, Shen Luo started to follow him right away.

The two, one in front and the other behind, crossed the heavily damaged Zhenhuai Bridge and disappeared at the end of the street.

After about an incense stick’s burning time, the long unconscious White Water Daoist was revived, looking blankly around to find he was surrounded by three or four figures.

“Elder Three!” He focused his eyes and immediately recognized a face, calling out at once.

The figure was short, with thin and dry cheeks, slightly gray hair, but a sharp gaze. It was indeed Bai Jiangfeng.

The three people next to him were from respected cultivation families in Jianye City. They were an old man with a short beard, an old woman with purple eyebrows, and a bow-backed hunchback, all of whom were high-ranking elders.

“Daoist friend White Water, what actually happened here?” The short-bearded old man in a brocade robe asked first.

His name was Lin Shan Guo, the head elder of the Jianye Lin Family. Although the family’s strength was slightly inferior to the Bai Family, his own cultivation was not below Bai Jiangfeng.

The old woman with purple brows and the bow-backed hunchback were the head elders of the Du and Wang families inside the city. After hearing Lin Shan Guo’s inquiry, they looked at each other and concentrated their gazes on the White Water Daoist.

The White Water Daoist was just about to speak, but hesitated slightly. He looked at Bai Jiangfeng and then said, “There certainly is an evil spirit in the city. I just noticed something strange in the backyard. When I went out to check, I was ambushed by a water ghost and passed out…”

“Just like that?” Lin Shan Guo was clearly unsatisfied when he heard this simple answer.

“If not this, then what could it be?” Bai Jiangfeng knitted his eyebrows and retorted before the White Water Daoist could reply.

“Please try to elaborate more, Daoist friend White Water. This is also for the good of our Jianye City.” The old woman with purple eyebrows said.

“Du is right. In this time of upheaval in the city, it would be good for everyone to work together. We must share any discoveries and not keep secrets.” The bow-backed hunchback said hoarsely.

After hesitating for a moment, Bai Jiangfeng slowly said, “Go ahead and tell us in detail. There’s no harm in that.”

Upon hearing this, the White Water Daoist proceeded to recount what he had seen and experienced before he fainted.

However, since he had passed out too early and knew very little himself, everyone else was disappointed after hearing his account. They speculated about the identity of the white-faced scholar, but nobody came to any conclusions.

Meanwhile, Shen Luo had followed Ma Mian to a quiet pavilion.

After they sat down face-to-face, the white-faced scholar stared at him for a long time before asking:

“Young man, why do you recognize me?”

Shen Luo sighed inwardly, realizing he had been too abrupt in shouting “Gouhun Ma Mian” earlier.

Their encounter in the dream happened a thousand years later, so obviously, the current Ma Mian did not recognize him.

However, Shen Luo was still a bit puzzled. He remembered clearly that during their first meeting on the Netherworld Altar, it was Ma Mian who had spoken his name first. He had been just as bewildered as Ma Mian seemed to be now.

“I am Shen Luo. I have heard some legends about Elder in the past, and I never expected to meet you today.” Shen Luo had to make up a reason on the spot.

Gouhun Ma Mian seemed to believe him somewhat and said, “Regardless, if it wasn’t for your help earlier, defeating this Water Devil today would have required more effort on my part.”

As he was speaking, he took a black and shiny wine gourd out from his sleeve. Remembering that he had forgotten to bring the Evocation Bottle, an awkward expression crossed his face.

“Elder, could you please tell me what exactly this Water Devil is?” Shen Luo asked, puzzled.

“The evil spirits in the water, accumulated over years, form a chill and murderous energy with a certain spiritual consciousness; that’s Water Devil. However, it’s not easy for such a thing to form. It often gestates in blood rivers where corpses float and pestles collide.” Gouhun Ma Mian took a sip of wine and then explained slowly.