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A faceless human skin crawled off the props manager’s body. Pulsating meridians were faintly visible all over it, throbbing rhythmically. If Yao Yao could see this scene now, she would definitely recognize that this Painted Skin was about to transform its Dao; perhaps only one or two more blood sacrifices were needed for it to completely succeed.

“I will suck your bones and blood dry!” It was now incomparably furious because its body’s skeleton had been shattered by the ghost-slaying charm. This prevented it from continuing to use the corpse for its actions, forcing it to reveal itself. Due to the ritual, once it left the blood sacrifice’s body, it signified a replacement. If the replacement wasn’t successful within one shichen, the meridians that had grown on its skin would also wither. That would mean its Dao transformation cultivation would utterly fail.

Originally, it could have completed its metamorphosis and become a spirit monster with assured victory. Now, with so many unexpected risks, how could it not go mad? Painted Skins were inherently extremely fierce creatures; their emotions were easily provoked, causing them to lose their reason. This was also a rule under the workings of heaven and earth, maintaining the balance of yin and yang.

“Die! All of you, die!” Whether out of anger or the urgency of the ritual, the Painted Skin could not calm down. Its figure moved, rushing towards Qin Yu like a phantom.

Ultimately, it was a demon with cultivation. No matter how fast an ordinary living being was, it was impossible to outrun it.

Qin Yu, who was desperately fleeing, suddenly sensed a chilling wind from behind. His handsome face fell; he knew he was doomed. He abruptly stopped, turned around, and roared, “F*** you! I’ll fight you to the death!” Actually, he had a better chance of survival just now. If he had turned and run towards the film crew, with so many living people around, this Painted Skin might not have fixated solely on him. But he didn’t do that, instead heading towards an empty back alley. After all, he had attracted this thing; he couldn’t let innocent people die for him.

Qin Yu stopped without warning, his fist following closely behind. That Painted Skin never expected an ordinary person like him to actually dare to attack it. Caught completely off guard, it was sent flying several meters by the punch. This result not only stunned the Painted Skin but also Qin Yu. He suddenly felt that this thing didn’t seem so formidable after all.

“Ahhhhh, you really deserve to die!” Seeing the doubt on the latter’s face, the Painted Skin, like an ignited bomb, moved its figure, transforming into a sky full of white shadows that pounced over. Clearly, it was using its ultimate skill. After all, being provoked again and again, no one could remain calm.

“Crap!” Qin Yu was dumbfounded now. There were too many white shadows pouncing over; he couldn’t tell which one was real, let alone fight back. At this moment, the turning point the Master had mentioned hadn’t appeared. He knew his gamble had failed. Anyway, he had already given his last words before; he wouldn’t continue struggling but would face death with dignity.

Seeing him like this, the Painted Skin demon couldn’t help but feel suspicious, fearing this person was up to some trick. But it didn’t stop, because in its view, it had already used its arts; even if he had some means, it would be in vain.

However, just as it was about to succeed, a furry whip suddenly lashed out from nowhere. It seemed able to distinguish its true form, directly breaking the Painted Skin’s art. The whip’s shadow fiercely struck that human skin. The immense force nearly tore it apart.

The Painted Skin let out a shrill roar. Although its form was still intact, the yin energy attached to it instantly dispersed by more than half. Although it wasn’t a Fierce Ghost, the strength of its power also depended on the density of its yin energy. For it to be several times thinner than at the beginning meant its cultivation had been reduced by more than half.

“Eh? It can actually withstand one lash from this old granny? Looks like it has some skill.” At this moment, the owner of the whip also slowly revealed herself. It was a petite young woman with a waterfall of long hair and eyes like stars. And though her face was holy, there was an indescribable charm in her bones.

“If one hit doesn’t kill it, then hit it a few more times. This old granny happens to be short of a human-skin beauty painting!” The young woman who had appeared out of nowhere wasn’t displeased. Her red lips curved slightly, and with a flick of her hand, another whip shadow lashed out, its speed three parts faster than before.

Even at its peak, the Painted Skin demon couldn’t withstand a single blow, let alone now. After three consecutive whip lashes, that ancient human skin fell from the sky and was caught by the latter. At this moment, the fierce soul attached to it had already been beaten until it scattered and dispersed.

“You… who are you?” Qin Yu looked at this strange woman with wary eyes. The other party was very beautiful. He had seen too many female stars of all kinds in the entertainment industry, yet for a moment, he couldn’t pick out anyone better than her. If it were any other time, Qin Yu would definitely appreciate her beauty for a while. But now, having just escaped death, who had the mind to think about other things? Finding out this person’s origin was the most important thing. Don’t assume she just saved him; what if she decided to attack? That Painted Skin demon was thoroughly dead; he would be even less of a match for her.

That beautiful woman, her enchanting peach-blossom eyes sizing up Qin Yu, said, “So you’re the one the Honored Emissary asked to be saved? You don’t need to worry. This humble one is Hu Shisiniang, under the command of Lady Bixia Yuanjun of Mount Miaogan.”

Qin Yu was completely bewildered. He didn’t know any Honored Emissary, nor even who Lady Bixia Yuanjun was. The only thing that vaguely rang a bell was Mount Miaogan. This mountain was very famous in the surrounding area. Many of the film crew’s gaffers were locals, and they would occasionally mention it in conversation. He had heard it mentioned many times, so naturally, he had an impression of it.

It didn’t matter that he didn’t recognize her; Yao Yao, however, did, especially after seeing Hu Shisiniang’s features. She asked Qin Yu to let her speak. Hearing this, the latter quickly turned the phone around.

She said in her childlike voice, “Thank you for your help this time, Big Sister Hu. Big Brother here hasn’t cultivated the Dao and doesn’t know the Four Great Gates. Please don’t blame him, Sister.” Yao Yao was also somewhat surprised. The one who had responded to the call for help this time was actually a fox immortal!

It should be known that the Four Great Gates, also known as the Four Great Families of Immortals, each had their own origins. Among them, fox immortals were the head of the Four Great Gates. Besides being born intelligent and easily passing their human tribulations, the most important thing was that, unlike the unorthodox paths of the Yellow, White, and Gray Immortals, they had a Daoist lineage. There was a saying in the Xuanmen (Mystic Gate) that all fox immortals under heaven originated from Mount Tai. And this Daoist lineage was inherited from Lady Bixia Yuanjun of Mount Tai, who was also the daughter of the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak, one of the Four Great Emperors. If any fox immortal wished to attain the true fruit of cultivation, they had to go to Lady Bixia Yuanjun for an examination. Only if they passed could they truly become a fox immortal; otherwise, they were all wild foxes.

“Are you the Honored Emissary who just gave the order?” Hu Shisiniang was also sizing up the child in the phone. When she saw the jade tablet in her hand, she was suddenly stunned. It should be known that nowadays, the Yuan Qi (primordial energy) of heaven and earth was weak, and there were many places in the mortal realm that the Underworld could not govern. Therefore, after various orthodox deities communicated with each other, corresponding countermeasures were developed. For example, the fox immortals serving Mount Tai would mostly also register in the Underworld and obtain corresponding identity waist tablets. If they encountered Underworld officials seeking help, they would assist as much as possible, and vice versa, of course.

Hu Shisiniang only knew that the one seeking help was an Honored Emissary; she had thought it was one of the Heibai Wuchang (Black and White Impermanence) giving the order. She never expected it to be a little girl. This left her completely puzzled. Nowadays, the Honored Emissary Token of the Underworld could only be used by the true master; there was no such thing as borrowing it. That could only mean this was a new Honored Emissary Token, with a status no less than that of the Heibai Wuchang! This level could already mobilize all the Family Immortals and Wuchang in the mortal realm; the authority could be said to be immense.

When did the Underworld become so casual?

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