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As soon as Master Pan spoke, I felt a wave of tension wash over me. I instinctively glanced at the defensive formation set up around the corner behind us, silently praying that it would be effective.
Before I could react, Senior Master’s furious voice echoed throughout the cave: “You two shameless brats, come here!” His voice was deep and powerful, resonating like a bass speaker in the nearly enclosed cavern, causing my legs to tremble.
I nervously looked at Master Pan. He took a step back, bent down to pick up the Peach Wood Sword behind the stone, and calmly gestured for me to follow. “Let’s go. If it’s a blessing, it’s not a curse; if it’s a curse, there’s no escaping it. It will definitely see through you. When it attacks, I’ll hold it off. Don’t worry; you know how ghosts attack—they’re very persistent and won’t target me first.”
I nodded and turned on the Flashlight, walking toward Senior Master. Just as I was about to reach him, Master Pan stepped in front of me and looked at Senior Master with a respectful yet firm demeanor. “Senior, what do you wish to instruct us?”
Senior Master glanced at Master Pan and said, “My Corpse was forcibly brought out by you two shameless brats breaking the formation.”
“Exactly,” Master Pan replied succinctly. Having cultivated to his age, he had his own pride; he certainly couldn’t bow down to a Spirit God after being insulted.
“Good, good, good. You have some skill; I underestimated you. But can you explain why my Corpse has become like this?” Senior Master said through gritted teeth, suppressing his anger.
His question left me puzzled. Was Senior Master confused? What could we possibly explain? I had merely brought out his Corpse; as for its decay and the snakes infesting it, that had clearly been going on for years. How could we explain that? Did he not realize that someone had tampered with the barrier formation? If he couldn’t see that, did it mean we still had a glimmer of hope?
Master Pan tilted his head and said, “Senior, how would I know why your Corpse has become like this? We only just saw it ourselves…”
“Senior Master, your Corpse being in this state has nothing to do with us. You can tell those snakes have been here for years just by their size. We only met yesterday; how could we possibly clarify this situation?”
Seeing my response, Senior Master’s anger began to subside. He turned and floated above the Small Coffin, peering inside to observe. After a moment, he floated back up into the air and muttered to himself, “Kid, you’re right. No wonder I felt my Corpse was damaged before dawn today. At that time, you hadn’t even entered yet.”
“Yes, yes! Senior Master, that’s exactly it! Yesterday when I heard you mention it, I sensed something was off but didn’t have time to ask you. So I came specifically to see if I could help. However, upon opening it up, I realized there was nothing we could do.” I flattered him in hopes of steering him toward a more favorable disposition.
Master Pan shot me a puzzled glance; clearly, he wasn’t optimistic about my approach. Embarrassed, I smiled awkwardly and continued speaking: “Senior Master, now that things have developed to this point, do you still need me to find resources for you?”
Senior Master pondered for a moment before replying, “Since that’s the case, there’s no need. I thought there might be a slim chance of survival; however, it seems futile now. The way of heaven is clear; ultimately, it is beyond our control. So be it.” After saying this, Senior Master suddenly sank down into the coffin.
A wave of nausea washed over me at the thought of what lay inside—corpse water, rotting flesh, white bones, and snakes that had been soaking in water for years. Even though I knew he was already a Soul and wouldn’t be affected by these things—and that he was diving into the coffin to reconcile nearly a century of persistence—I still found it repulsive.
Beside me, Master Pan remained composed and stood straight as he stared intently at the Small Coffin. Unable to bear looking at it myself, I focused on Master Pan instead.
I whispered to him: “Master Pan, do you think we’ve managed to get away with this?”
Master Pan did not speak, merely shaking his head, his gaze resolute as if he knew this matter would not end easily.
After staring for a few minutes, the Senior Master still had not emerged, and I felt a sense of unease. I asked Master Pan what was happening; could it be that the Senior Master had left on his own?
Master Pan narrowed his eyes for a moment, then suddenly looked up and said, "Not good! Quickly retreat back into the defensive formation!"
As soon as Master Pan's words fell, the lid of the Small Coffin was suddenly flung open, and the Senior Master's Corpse shot out, its face pale and voice shrill as it declared, "Qiaoling Kid, I will not spare you."
My reaction was swift. Just as Master Pan had warned to retreat from the Defensive Formation, I quickly turned and hurried back, not daring to waste a moment. Just two steps into my turn, I heard the Senior Master's chilling words.
It was over; the situation had indeed unfolded as feared. Just a few steps out, I felt a sharp cold wind sweep across my back, coursing through my entire body in an instant. Suddenly, I felt weak all over; my previously swift escape slowed dramatically. There was no doubt that this chilling wind was brought by the Senior Master.
My legs buckled; the foot I intended to lift faltered and kicked against a stone. Just as I felt myself about to fall, the binding sensation vanished in an instant.
Regaining my strength, I quickly pushed myself off the ground and turned to look back.
I saw Master Pan gripping the Peach Wood Sword in his right hand while his left hand held onto the Senior Master's right foot as it lunged toward me from mid-air. However, Master Pan's strength clearly seemed to be at a disadvantage; he could barely lift his right hand. Despite this, he still strained to hold onto the Senior Master's Soul, chanting incantations under his breath.
I understood that Master Pan was buying me time. Without thinking further, I sprinted toward the Small Stone Cave. In just two or three seconds, I heard Master Pan let out a roar. When I turned back to look, the Senior Master's Soul had already slipped from Master Pan's grasp and was rushing toward me at breakneck speed.
To be honest, I had never seen a Spirit God lunging at me from mid-air before, especially one accompanied by such a fierce cold wind. As I ran while glancing back, I was relieved to see that the Small Stone Cave was not far away.
Just when I felt ecstatic about my escape, another gust of cold wind hit me. Turning around again, I saw that the Senior Master was still several meters behind me; even before his Soul reached me, the cold wind was already so powerful. How would I defend myself if he truly lunged at me?
The arrival of this cold wind signaled that he would soon be upon me. With all my might, I pushed off the ground and reached the entrance of the Small Stone Cave. Rolling forward under my Ink Fight Line, I managed to tumble into the cave just in time. Thankfully, I had prepared early; I had already cleared away the rubble beside the cave entrance; otherwise, I would have surely sustained some injuries.
Just as I clumsily rolled into the cave, a tearing sound echoed behind me. Turning back to look, I saw that the Senior Master's Soul had crashed into the Ink Fight Line that I had pulled taut.
I stared in disbelief; that Ink Fight Line had snapped cleanly in half! At that moment, I finally understood what Master Pan's earlier laughter meant—he had known all along that my efforts with this line were futile.
The Senior Master broke through the barrier of the Ink Fight Line without hesitation and lunged toward me again. This place lacked any red candles and was situated at a corner; my flashlight had fallen during my earlier roll. Thus, all I could see was a vague shadow. I kept calling out to the Senior Master in hopes of awakening whatever Dao Heart remained within him.
The shadow flickered momentarily as the cold wind surged; all around me, talismans rustled violently but did not fall away. They clung tightly to the stone wall—I couldn't fathom how Master Pan managed to do that.
Despite the howling winds outside the Small Stone Cave, I remained unaffected within its confines. I silently breathed a sigh of relief; this Defensive Formation was indeed effective.
However, I couldn't afford to be idle. I began to form the Exorcism Spell. While it might not have much effect, it would certainly be of some use. The Senior Master roared, his voice echoing ominously, filled with curses directed at my Grandmaster. I was puzzled as to why he had discovered that the layout of the coffin had been tampered with after entering it, and he seemed certain that it was our Qiaoling Grandmaster who had done it. Did he find something belonging to our Qiaoling, perhaps a Method of Feng Shui or some other artifact?
The previously pitch-black Small Stone Cave suddenly lit up. Turning around, I saw Master Pan approaching with a Flashlight. The beam of light illuminated the cave, allowing me to see the Senior Master's face. Unlike before, which had been deathly pale, his face had turned a deep shade of blue, his eyes bulging as if he were a character possessed in a television show. His disheveled hair resembled dry grass, resting atop his head.
Though he was close, he couldn't do anything to me. I continued chanting the Exorcism Spell without a thought for mercy. His appearance indicated that he had become a malevolent spirit consumed by resentment and obsession. All I could do now was fight back fiercely, just as Master Pan suggested.
I noticed the Flashlight beam, and clearly, the Senior Master did too. He paused momentarily before abruptly turning to glare at Master Pan. Realizing the danger, I understood that the Senior Master would recognize that I could not set up such a defense on my own. With Master Pan's arrival, he would surely realize that this defense was laid out by him and would seek trouble with Master Pan instead.
As it turned out, my reaction was quicker than that of the Senior Master. Without hesitation, I pulled out an Exorcism Talisman and tucked it into my shoe sole. I swiftly drew out a length of Ink Fight Line but didn’t have time to inscribe any Hand Spells on it. With a quick motion, I wrapped my hands around his head and let the Ink Fight Line fall onto his neck. Since his attention was focused on Master Pan and his head was turned away, my strike finally landed successfully.
Muttering an incantation whose effectiveness I doubted, I pulled hard on the Ink Fight Line, hoping to buy myself some time. As for subduing him—that was something I didn't even dare to consider
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