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He stood up from his chair, gazing at the slumbering figures around him. A smug smile crept across his face as he muttered to himself, almost as if speaking to me, "Look, with just this body of yours, I could easily take down everyone here without lifting a finger. I must thank you for that. Once these people are dead, I’m curious to see who in this world can rival my Evil Spirit Cult."
Then he pulled out a paper packet from his pocket. "This colorless and odorless Soul-Restraining Powder will put anyone who consumes it into a deep sleep, unshakeable even by thunder."
Watching him revel in his triumph from the Sea of Consciousness, I felt my eyes blaze with fury, wishing I could rush out and perish alongside him.
Soon enough, the area was surrounded. Members of the Evil Spirit Cult emerged like mushrooms after rain, a dark mass encircling the Pig Farm.
Mo Cang stepped forward and said, "Master is wise. To think of such a method is truly a blessing for our Evil Spirit Cult. Today marks the end for these self-proclaimed righteous ones."
He then signaled to those behind him with a glance. A smile played on his lips as he coldly observed. I was nearly driven mad in the Sea of Consciousness, but no matter how hard I tried, I could only watch helplessly as the members of the Evil Spirit Cult brandished their gleaming knives and approached my familiar friends and family.
Though I was merely a spirit, I felt as if my teeth were grinding to dust. Suddenly, my vision blurred, and it seemed like I regained control of my body.
Just as their knives were about to descend, I had no choice but to mimic his eerie laughter. "Wait!"
Mo Cang looked at me suspiciously. "Does the Master have further instructions?"
I sneered coldly. "To strike them down like this would be too merciful. I have a much more entertaining plan. I will cast a soul-controlling spell on all of them and let them turn on each other. Then I'll awaken the last one standing. I'm quite curious about who will survive until the end. What kind of expression will they have when they realize they’ve killed their own companions?"
Mo Cang chuckled in agreement. "I too can’t wait to see that."
With a cold smile, I walked past everyone. To keep Mo Cang in the dark, I reached out and extracted their souls into my palm.
I instructed everyone to step back, creating a large circle, then watched as they shuffled forward like mindless zombies to occupy the center.
Seeing that the moment was right, I quietly returned all the souls back to their bodies. Mo Cang immediately sensed something was off. "What are you doing? You’re not the Master!"
As soon as Mo Cang spoke, the members of the Evil Spirit Cult surrounded me. I feigned calmness and coldly shouted, “Mo Cang, do you intend to rebel?”
The members of the Evil Spirit Cult glanced at me and then at Mo Cang, ultimately hesitating and remaining in place. I continued, “Don’t forget that everything you have now is given by me. Since I can give it to you, I can take it back.”
I stepped closer to Mo Cang, who retreated slightly in fear and asked suspiciously, “I dare not. It’s just that I don’t understand why the Master would return these people’s souls.”
I replied irritably, “Do I need to report my actions to you? I have my own plans. You just need to watch.”
Mo Cang lowered his head and fell silent. At that moment, I felt Buddha Sound return to my body. So, I said to Buddha Sound, “Remember to tell An Old Man that I am no longer myself.”
Then my vision blurred, and I was pushed out again, transforming back into a spirit. However, this time I felt much more at ease. The first thing I did upon returning to my body was to have Buddha Sound detoxify everyone, and then I had given all necessary instructions.
At this moment, all I needed to do was watch. Sure enough, he quickly shouted at everyone, “Retreat! Everyone retreat!”
Given my earlier words, his sudden change caught everyone off guard. Mo Cang finally realized that the earlier me was indeed not their Master.
But it was already too late. Those who should have still been asleep woke up and began attacking the Evil Spirit Cult members. Caught by surprise, the Evil Spirit Cult members were subdued halfway through their response. With life and death at stake, those who attacked did so with great ferocity; this sudden turn of events caused significant losses for the Evil Spirit Cult.
Once others realized what was happening, they fought while retreating. My Master, Feng Daoist, An Old Man, and Wu Lao surrounded him, but each of their faces bore a serious expression; there was no sense of ease despite their numbers.
He shook his head lightly and said, “In the end, the old one still didn’t stand on my side; otherwise, that child wouldn’t have unleashed such tremendous energy and briefly regained control of his body. Who would have thought that just a few minutes could change so much? I truly underestimated him.”
My Master stepped forward and smiled, “Don’t forget that I know your situation all too well from back then. If it weren’t for my moment of weakness back then, you wouldn’t have had the chance to return to this world.”
He glared at my Master with hatred and cursed, “Old Bald Donkey! It’s all your fault for meddling; otherwise, why would I suffer being imprisoned in the Sea of Consciousness for twenty years? You deserve to die!”
With that, he aimed a palm strike at my Master. In mid-air, a massive black palm print grew larger at an alarming speed as it shot toward my Master. My Master stepped back slightly and also struck out with a palm; however, his palm manifested as a golden-yellow imprint.
A loud bang echoed as two palm prints collided, producing a deep, resonant sound reminiscent of summer thunder. The golden and black palm prints remained locked in the air for a moment, and although the black print faded slightly, it still surged forward towards the Master.
The Master sat cross-legged on the ground, eyes closed, his lips moving continuously. Gradually, a majestic Buddha statue began to materialize behind him. As the Master opened his eyes, the statue's eyes also opened, and a beam of golden light pierced through the massive palm, shooting towards him.
With two muffled grunts, the Master endured the remaining force of the palm print, while two beams of light merely grazed his cheek, leaving behind a thin scar.
The Master expressed disbelief, saying, "How could your Blood Magic Technique reach such perfection so quickly? It’s impossible!"
He threw back his head and laughed. "You’re only allowed to have plans? I can’t have any? Before that great battle years ago, I had a premonition that I would die. So I made preparations in advance, using my final self-detonation as an excuse. In reality, I was reborn. Who would have thought that I could deceive everyone but you, Old Bald Donkey? You chased me relentlessly until my soul became too weak. I had no choice but to slip into that woman’s body and then fell into a deep slumber. Who knew that the child in her womb would possess such incredible vitality? I couldn’t do anything about him."
The Master joined his hands in prayer and said, "Karma is cyclical; retribution is inevitable. If it weren't for my fear of harming him back then, I would have already guided you to enlightenment. None of this would have happened."
He laughed heartily again. "Whether I live or die is irrelevant; Mo Cang will inherit my wishes and complete the great task I left unfinished."
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