Chapter 70: The Witchcraft War

Second Mother Chi Hui screamed sorrowfully as she dashed madly forwards. She pointed towards the Third Mother who was dancing enchantingly not too far away and said to little Chi Maojiu in a vengeful tone, “The Big Dragon’s Root and the Great Elder’s enemy is right before your eyes!”

Little Chi Maojiu made an immediate reply and balled his fingers into a small tight fist. In between his rapid dashing, he hit his chest repeatedly with great force. Finally, he exclaimed ‘whoa’ and raised his head, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood. A silvery-white wax-wrapped pill was also spat out together with the fresh blood. Little Chi Maojiu picked up the wax-wrapped pill and crushed it between his bloody fingers!

A long, sharp howl came from the sky and the sound of flapping wings echoed from far to near. Countless crows blotted out the sky and covered the earth as they squawked and flew from the Seven Maidens Mountain, converging into a black-colored mighty current in a flash and were sweeping towards the direction of the Miao stockade village!

Only those master cultivators with accurate eyesight could see that each and every crow’s eyes had turned into the color of blood, those were the scarlet-eyed winter crows!

Little Chi Maojiu was the only male offspring of the former Big Dragon’s Root. If it hadn’t been for the existence of the wicked witch Chi Liang, he would have succeeded his father’s position when he grew up. His status was different from the usual Qing Miao clansmen and according to their tradition, when he was born, the few elders of the clan exhausted their witchcraft powers of great strength as they joined hands and planted the tyrannical spell of the ‘Winding Crows’ into him. The spell was capable of summoning crows, it favored blood and would require the sacrifice of its owner’s life.

The Seven Maidens Mountain had remained undisturbed for the past few millennium. Its climate was also very different from the outside, over here the crows had ferocious and tough temperaments. The crow’s size was no smaller than an eagle and as the entire nest of crows came swarming out to attack under the urging of the tyrannical spell, the situation appeared utterly majestic!

Second Mother’s eyes were burning with fury, for the female disciples of the Miao Bujiao never cried. She broke out in a mad laugh as she praised little Chi Maojiu, “Good child, never forget that the Second Mother died for you!” Soon after that, she started waving her arms and legs, calling out her vital fire next to her body abruptly. The Second Mother rubbed her palms together and countless snowy-white pieces of paper appeared out of thin air. The paper dived neatly into the vital fire and a loud chirping sound immediately echoed from within. The papers struggled in agony within the faint green-colored vital fire for a moment before the surrounding area suddenly exploded with brightness!

The vital fire rippled in a streak of lustrous and brilliant brightness, there was a muffled roar which sounded like a piece of leather tearing. The fire suddenly erupted with millions of glaring sparks, each streak of sparks enveloped the papers that were soon burned into ashes. Second Mother’s gaze revealed her painstaking effort as she sliced through her left wrist and waved her arm around. Her blood was akin to a spurting fountain as she splashed her blood around.

The Second Mother’s signature spell was the ‘Stinging of the Golden Blood’ spell!

Buzz!

The sound was akin to a bee’s buzz that stung right into one’s heart. Each of the sparks suddenly spread its wings and flew upwards upon being tainted by blood. They turned into gigantic gold-colored bees as big as the size of a fist and howled in rage as the bees flew in the direction of the Miao stockade village!

The rest of the Qing Miao clansmen too risked their lives as each summoned their own vital fire and cast the witchcraft spells they had mastery in. However, the witchcraft spells which were summoned by them were considerably weaker when compared to the ‘Slanted Shadow’ spell crawling on the ground, the ‘Winding Crows’ spell descending from the sky and the ‘Stinging of the Golden Blood’ spell which was surging through the horizon.

Second Mother and Chi Shuilie were both top master cultivators amongst the Miao Bujiao’s disciples. Their cultivation base was only slightly inferior to the former Big Dragon’s Root. The power of the tyrannical spell which had been planted into little Chi Maojiu was just unbelievable.

During the past few years, they had suffered from strange injustice, they had a narrow escape and had no opportunity to avenge the death of their innocent comrades. This time, they had managed to barely escape the land of evil spirits. They concealed their tracks as they moved stealthily and finally got close enough to their hated enemy yet the situation had abruptly changed in a flash. Their tracks were exposed and then they were caught in between a life and death situation. Soon after that, the great elder launched his suicidal witchcraft spell outrageously and completely ignited the killing intent within every surviving Qing Miao clansmen!

For revenge, for righting a wrong, for rescuing the relatives of the same clan, every possible purpose of this mission was flung out into the ninth region of Heaven by the rage-blinded disciples of Miao Bujiao. They only wanted a war now and they used their willingness to die as a clear demonstration of their aspiration!

The old monk Ji Fei was chanting as he guided his flying sword into battling the Fire Sparrow. At the same time, he watched the cruel and fierce demonstration of the Qing Miao witchcraft spells in bewilderment. He was suddenly enlightened in his heart that his engagement in self-cultivation may not necessarily be the strongest within all the different sects in the world! Of course the old monk had not known that back when the group of rogue cultivators had taken Mount Emei by storm, even though they had managed to stir up a surprising amount of trouble, yet for the eminent monks in the Great Mercy Temple the attacks which had caused the most death and injuries were the methods of cultivation employed by the Wen and the Luo families.

Chi Liang’s expression as she kept dancing finally changed slightly. She had not expected the simple village boy who appeared to have had no special training or possessing supernatural powers to actually use such an odd form of punching which had rippled with such a ghastly rhythm and power and entangled the assistants she had hired.

It took only a flash for the Second Mother and the rest to launch their attacks that blotted out the sky and covered up the earth. The wicked witch Chi Liang made a forced smile for she had also been compelled to launch her devilry in advance due to her severe injuries. She had been afraid that someone would come and cause trouble as she was casting the devilry spell, so she had purposely hired the young married woman to defend her. Sure enough, the beautiful young married woman had made her opening move by using the Mountain Coffin Devilry spell to swallow the enemy’s leader, followed by entangling the most troublesome cultivator of all which was the old monk Ji Fei. She was supposed to continue making her move, not giving the Second Mother any chance to retaliate at all. However, a silly youth from the mountains had unexpectedly broken the Mountain Coffin Devilry spell and has now completely entangled the young married woman. The two of them were hugged into a ball, it seemed like they would not let go of each other anytime soon.

Chi Liang had no choice, she muttered gently as she danced, “Brace for the enemy!”

Hundreds of Qing Miao clansmen who had been kneeling on the ground in worship immediately leaped up. Vital fires of different sizes soared up into the air as they each displayed their expertise in their witchcraft skills. Raging waves of witchcraft spells pierced towards the sky, towards the ground, and towards midair. The spells lasted for only a few minutes and the shrill screams of people dying could be heard continuously. Even more Qing Miao clansmen began to stand up, looking towards the Second Mother and the rest who were dashing forward. Their expressions were filled with a deep, vengeful hatred as they continued to cast their witchcraft spells to stop the enemy.

Layers upon layers of witchcraft fires merged with the sound of the surging incantation. Lustrous and dazzling colors overlapped one another as the two groups of Qing Miao clansmen risked their lives to expend their entire witchcraft and spell power, they countercharged each other with a loud crash!

The crows cawed, the bees buzzed, the mice gnawed, the insects stung, the snakes hissed; every type of terrifying sound available in this world interweaved ferociously altogether. Fresh blood, black feathers, golden wings, purple vines, withered leaves, and every other type of colors summoned via the vital fires attacked one another. They intertwined as they scattered down like rain!

Wen Leyang’s sensation was similar to his previous encounter, he utterly did not feel the enemy’s soft and gracefully slender body. He could only feel the young married woman’s waves of crushing power as great as the mountains which surged out with a tremendous momentum. There was no intermission at all as the crushing force savagely bombarded him, pounding him so hard that he was seeing stars before his eyes. The sound of blood flowing in his body was turned into a massive thumping noise in his ears and his internal organs felt like they were being kneaded repeatedly by a ghostly claw. He felt an unspeakable agony throughout his entire body.

Luckily, this time Wen Leyang was mentally prepared and he would never let her go even if he was gritting his teeth so hard that his gums bled. As the young married woman’s primordial spiritual energy bombarded him without stopping, he risked his life by continuously throwing Faulty Punches at her. Gradually, his body began to feel stiff and the strength of his Faulty Punch grew weaker and weaker. At the same time, the young married woman’s resistance too was no longer as vigorous as when they had first started to fight.

Their bodies were as hard as steel and they were tightly snuggled up to each other. They were the only ones who could understand the critical situation between them. The insect ‘You’ve Got Me’ had been squeezed onto Wen Leyang’s chest, it had tried to surge forward on a few attempts but failed and it ululated anxiously.

The Buddha’s Light Bug was, after all, still a larva. It was capable of being cruel and violent to normal beings but in the face of a master cultivator, its body full of steely stings was not necessarily stronger than the cultivator’s soft hairs.

The crowd before the Qing Miao stockade village was all mixed up, the yellow-shirt person who had lost both of his arms saw that the young married woman and Wen Leyang were hugged into a ball. He was afraid that his master might blame him for lending a hand in the beginning so he had not dared to interrupt at first. In the end, the two of them had become entangled for a longer period of time. The master and the enemy had both started to show the whites of their eyes but they continued to express their determination and imposing manner that would outlast the age of the Earth and the extent of Heaven. Only then did the yellow-shirt person begin to feel panicked and lifted his foot. He aimed cautiously for a long while before he attempted to stomp onto Wen Leyang’s head all of a sudden!

At the moment his foot was about to make contact with Wen Leyang’s head, the yellow-shirt person suddenly screamed shrilly. He leaped up in a flurry like a startled quail as a layer of ghastly water-like substance rapidly crawled from underneath his other foot which had been planted firmly onto the ground. In the blink of an eye, the substance had overflowed past his waist level!

The yellow-shirt person was both surprised and angered for he was unsure how he had become poisoned. Though the level of toxicity was ruthless and tyrannical, it was not a completely fatal situation for him. However, he had been severely injured not too long ago and without his arms, he could not procure the talisman that could deter the poison. He could only scream in agony as he twisted around in midair before slamming hard into the ground! After the water-colored substance had spread across his entire body, it started to spread into his mouth, eyes, nostrils, and ears. His corpse turned into a mushy lump. Under the reflection of the moonlight, his skin was glimmered with a slight water shimmer.

At this moment, the moon crawled quietly into the sky. Its plump smiling face utterly disregarded the battle in the mortal world as it slowly moved towards the direction of the black-colored pillar of fire.

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