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With Fo Gua around, I felt little fear towards the Guman Child.
However, this Sang Ji and Fei Tou Jiang had completely reshaped my understanding of Xiang Tou Shu.
Indeed, there was no limit to how disgusting things could get.
One head, dragging along a long intestine...
I had heard from my master before that some Fei Tou Jiang could stick a rod under their heads, allowing them to move freely.
Sang Ji cackled ominously, "I truly feel sorry for you... Did you really think that Fei Tou Jiang separates its head from its body just to enjoy the scenery?"
At this moment, I was startled to realize that Fo Gua had gone completely silent.
I wondered in my heart, "What happened? Why have you gone soft?"
Fo Gua muttered, "If I were at my peak, dealing with ten or eight of them would be no problem. But now, with my current physique..."
Indeed, relying on others was never as dependable as relying on oneself.
I first draped the Kasa over my shoulders and began to chant the incantation.
“Da Wei Long, Shakyamuni Ksitigarbha, Kasa Fumo, bind!”
Taking advantage of the moment when the Guman Child was trapped, I grasped the Shari hanging from my chest.
I recited the words of the Heart Sutra.
With the power of Fei Tou Jiang backing me, the strength of the Guman Child was truly on another level.
Even Fo Gua was unwilling to confront it head-on. Now, my Kasa had only managed to trap the Guman Child for a moment before it escaped.
It bared its teeth at me. Shari hung in front of my chest, emitting a faint Buddhist light that kept the Guman Child at bay.
Although Sang Ji was somewhat afraid of the Buddhist light, it was determined to end the battle quickly and relentlessly slammed against the barrier in front of me.
I gritted my teeth, realizing that using Fei Tou Jiang consumed a significant amount of my own magical energy. Otherwise, Sang Ji wouldn’t be fighting so desperately.
I thought to myself that as long as I could hold on until the end, I would be the one laughing last…
My chanting of Buddhist Scriptures grew faster, but the barrier before me began to show fine cracks from the powerful impacts of Sang Ji and the Guman Child.
“Bang…”
The barrier shattered with a loud noise. I was forcefully pushed back several meters and had to lean against a tree to steady myself.
The Guman Child sat mockingly atop Sang Ji's head and slowly floated toward me. “Child, if you have any tricks up your sleeve, feel free to use them. Weren’t you quite arrogant earlier? Still want to uphold justice?”
“Come on, I’m right here waiting for you. Why don’t you come and try to eliminate me…”
I pressed my hand against my injured chest and said, “We are all Nationals; why make things difficult for each other? Isn’t there an ancient saying that life has Four Great Joys, where He Xiang meets Gu Zhi? Look at us; isn’t this just Da Shui crashing into Dragon King Temple? Hehe…”
“If it weren’t for your slight potential, just because you are a National, I wouldn’t let you off so easily… Ever since I took my first step out of the country years ago, I vowed that from then on, whenever I encounter Nationals, I will kill without mercy…” Sang Ji said fiercely.
I silently cursed my luck. After finally mustering the courage to flatter and get closer, I had unknowingly touched the sore spot of Sang Ji.
I followed Sang Ji's lead and asked, "Although I don't understand why you hate the Nationals so much, your blood flows with the lineage of Yan and Huang. Your flesh, your skin, even your life, all of it is given by the Nationals..."
Upon hearing my words, Sang Ji's hair stood on end, and he shouted, "What do you know? What do you know? Do you know how old I was when I was thrown into the mountains? Five years old... Do you know how terrifying the mountains are at night? The eyes of the wolves shine green as they stare at me... Just when I was half-dead from being bitten by starving wolves, a Xiang Tou Shi passed by, saved me, then taught me skills. That's how I became who I am today... With endless money and as many women as I want..."
Sang Ji seemed to have gone mad, alternating between laughter and tears, his expression terrifying as his face twisted into a grotesque mask.
Suddenly, I felt a pang of pity for this Sang Ji—immensely pitiful.
As a hint of sympathy crossed my face, Sang Ji shouted again, "Put away that pathetic look. I'm living well now, very happily... Next year on this day will be your memorial..."
Before he could finish his sentence, my throat was constricted by intestines.
These were fresh intestines still warm to the touch, wrapping tightly around my neck. The smell was overwhelming...
Comparable to a filthy latrine—no, it was worse than a latrine.
I forced the Ruyi Stick upward through the gap. Then I pushed desperately against it.
Fortunately, there was still a bit of space to breathe.
As I saw the Guman Child crawling onto my head, I anxiously shouted in my mind, "Fo Gua, if you don't come out soon, we're both going to meet our end in this foreign He Xiang..."
Fo Gua had absorbed my essence and was naturally connected to me by blood; we shared glory and misfortune alike.
The situation had escalated, and before I could finish my thought, Fo Gua and Guman Child were already locked in combat.
Their momentum surged like a tidal wave, showing no signs of faltering. I cursed under my breath; this was no mere injury fueling such vigor. It seemed they had been slacking off before, unwilling to engage!
With Guman Child no longer posing a threat beside me, I could focus entirely on Sang Ji.
I pushed my long staff outward with all my strength, then swung it fiercely, twisting the intestines into a tangled mess.
Next, I retrieved the Peach Wood Sword from my Qiankun Bag, reciting the incantation as I struck down on the slimy intestines.
A flicker of light shimmered as pain etched across Sang Ji's face. The intestines writhed, attempting to retreat, but they were ensnared around my neck and tangled with the Ruyi Stick.
Seizing the opportunity, I aimed my strikes at one spot with all my might. If I could sever these intestines, surely Sang Ji would perish!
If his head couldn't return to his body, how long could he survive? With his head and body separated like that, he would be as good as dead—like a Land Immortal.
Sang Ji's head twisted back around and charged toward me.
This move was akin to surrounding Wei to rescue Zhao, forcing me to counter the oncoming blow from Sang Ji's head.
Meanwhile, Fo Gua had managed to suppress Guman Child, who was now howling in distress. It seemed Guman Child had sustained serious injuries and appeared somewhat faded.
In a fit of indignation, Guman Child scurried back to perch atop Sang Ji's head, tugging at his hair. No matter how much Sang Ji yelled and protested, Guman Child refused to budge an inch.
Fo Gua swiftly darted over to Sang Ji's headless body and slipped inside through the large scar at the neck.
Sang Ji seemed to sense the danger and, disregarding our struggle, made a desperate attempt to flee after exchanging a blow with me.
Once his head safely returned to his body, Sang Ji's face turned as pale as paper, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Fo Gua and I shared a silent understanding; the moment Sang Ji's head reattached, Fo Gua rushed out and bit down on Guman Child, dragging him toward me.
Seizing the opportunity, I bit my middle finger and pressed it against Guman Child's forehead, then used Kasa to trap him.
Not feeling secure enough, I wrapped Shari around Kasa before finally retracting Qiankun Bag.
Sang Ji shot me a resentful glance before turning and vanishing into the dense forest.
I felt utterly drained and lay on the ground for quite some time before regaining a bit of energy.
As for the remaining cleanup, it would have to be done slowly…
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