Chapter 59: Yin Techniques Unleashed, A Battle on the Chessboard
“Ji Hang!”
“Yes! Yes, Sir!”
Ji Hang hurried forward, bowing nervously. “What are your orders, Master Jiang?”
“You dare ask me that?!”
Jiang Zhi whirled around, his eyes blazing with anger. “You promised me all those preparations and backup plans! Why hasn’t anything happened yet?!”
Ji Hang wiped the sweat from his forehead and stammered, “I truly don’t understand, Sir. I added a large dose of the drug to all the food and drinks on that boat, enough to knock out even a skilled martial artist. They should be unconscious by now.”
“But they’re still alive and well!”
“This… Please forgive me, Master Jiang!”
Jiang Zhi’s lips twitched in anger. “And you said the musical instruments on that boat were made of special wood, laced with Soul-Bewitching Incense. Once they played them, their minds would be clouded, driving them mad… Where’s the incense?!”
Ji Hang gasped. “I’m certain I added the incense, Sir. But I don’t know why it’s not working.”
“Fine! Forget about the incense!”
Jiang Zhi’s face contorted as he roared, “You said you had drilled a hole in the bottom of the boat, and the plug would dissolve in the water, causing the boat to sink! But why is it still afloat?!”
“Don’t tell me that Lin Tianlu is so powerful that his righteous aura can even patch up holes in a boat!”
Ji Hang was speechless.
Jiang Zhi glared at him, his anger growing. “Don’t forget! You owe your current success and status to us! If you can’t even handle this simple task, do you think… I have any reason to keep supporting you?!”
“Please forgive me, Master Jiang!”
“Enough!”
Jiang Zhi waved his hand dismissively. “As expected of an incompetent mortal, you can’t even do anything right. Go back and collect your children’s corpses!
Fortunately, I still have some tricks up my sleeve. Now… I’ll personally deal with this so-called Master Lin!”
Ignoring the ‘pale-faced’ Ji Hang, he flicked his sleeve, and several blood-red talismans appeared, floating beside him.
“You’re all busy playing music and games, completely unaware of the danger. Let’s see if you can withstand my true Yin techniques!”
Jiang Zhi formed a series of hand seals, and the talismans emanated a chilling aura.
The bloodlust, as thick as congealed blood, made Ji Hang, who was standing behind him, recoil in fear, his body drenched in cold sweat.
He wasn’t faking it.
Even a trace of this residual energy was enough to conjure terrifying visions in his mind – grotesque corpses, bloody and disfigured, flashing before his eyes.
But…
Ji Hang wiped the sweat from his face and discreetly gripped the dagger hidden behind his back, his breath quickening.
Should he take advantage of Jiang Zhi’s distraction and try to warn Master Lin?
His body trembled, but he gritted his teeth, wanting to intervene.
“Yin wind like blades, bloodlight as swords—”
But before he could act, Jiang Zhi chanted, his finger pointing towards the river. “Go!”
The blood-red talismans trembled, flying towards the pleasure boat at incredible speed, leaving trails of crimson light in the night sky.
And then…
Nothing happened.
The confident smile on Jiang Zhi’s face slowly faded into confusion. He looked down at his hands, then at the river, his expression bewildered.
Everything was calm and peaceful.
“W-what happened?”
Jiang Zhi’s face was filled with disbelief. “Why didn’t my talismans work? The boat should be engulfed in flames by now!”
He stared at the boat, seeing the shadowy figures of the men and women inside, faintly hearing their laughter. His anger flared again.
He sat down cross-legged, his sleeves billowing as he summoned countless talismans and magical artifacts. With a flick of his wrist, a red glow emanated from the array formation beneath him, activating the surrounding objects.
Ji Hang’s expression changed, and he quickly retreated, his heart filled with joy.
Master Lin, you truly have extraordinary abilities!
He didn’t need to risk his life anymore. He just had to stay out of range of the Yin techniques.
“Yin wind as blades, bloodlight as swords—”
Jiang Zhi chanted, channeling the potent Yin energy from the dozens of talismans floating before him, forming a long sword glowing with a crimson light.
He spread his arms as if drawing a bow and arrow, then clapped his hands together.
“Go—!”
The blood sword shot out, leaving a trail across the water, its speed so great that it churned the river, sending waves crashing against the shore.
Splash—
The sword plunged into the river.
Jiang Zhi: “…”
He stared blankly, speechless.
Only after the swirling energy around him dissipated did he come back to his senses, murmuring, “H-how is this possible…”
Even if the sword couldn’t split the boat in half, it should have at least damaged it.
But it had simply fallen into the water halfway there.
He had been a ghost practitioner for decades, casting this technique countless times. How could he have made such a careless mistake?
Sensing the strange gaze from behind him, Jiang Zhi’s face twitched, a mixture of shock and anger welling up within him.
After a moment of hesitation, he took out a silk pouch from his pocket, untied it, and tossed it towards the river, roaring, “Twelve Yin spirits, nurtured for years! Even if you possess divine powers, Lin Tianlu, I don’t believe you can protect those women!”
Accompanied by a chilling shriek, shadowy figures emerged from the pouch, their claws outstretched, their appearance terrifying!
Poof!
They instantly exploded, vanishing into thin air.
The sinister smile on Jiang Zhi’s face froze. He hadn’t even had time to retrieve the pouch.
Poof!
The pouch crumbled into dust and disappeared.
But it wasn’t just the pouch.
Poof, poof, poof, poof, poof!
The Yin-infused artifacts he had laid out beside him exploded one after another, like fireworks, filling the air with black smoke and the sound of his screams and wails.
…
“I didn’t expect to see fireworks tonight.”
Lin Tianlu glanced towards the riverbank.
The fireworks were quite loud.
But the black smoke was a bit of an eyesore.
After the fireworks ended, he turned his attention back to the game.
“Miss Hua, you seem to be struggling with this game.”
“Please wait a moment, Senior.”
Hua Shuya’s eyes were unfocused, but her expression was serious.
Before her, it wasn’t just a simple wooden chessboard, but a vast battlefield filled with a chilling aura.
Two armies, thousands strong, faced each other across the board, their气势 overwhelming. The sound of their marching footsteps, the clatter of their spears, their battle cries shaking the heavens… it was a sight that filled her with awe.
And she was the general, commanding the troops.
Each move she made was a strategic decision, affecting the lives of countless soldiers. Victory or defeat, life or death, all rested on her shoulders.
Hua Shuya took a deep breath, her mind racing. Despite the overwhelming pressure, she didn’t hesitate. Beads of sweat dripped from her forehead, but her eyes shone with a newfound clarity.
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