The Lord of Void and Real-Chapter 320 - 316 Netherworld Scholar
Chapter 320: Chapter 316: Netherworld Scholar
Chapter 320: Chapter 316: Netherworld Scholar
Shen Luo looked at Shen Yu beside him, couldn’t help but be reminded of Ying Luo he met in Longevity Village, a woman who, in the apocalyptic world, became the last bastion of hope for a village and a clan.
“With me here, you can relax a bit.” Shen Luo said with a smile.
Upon hearing these words, Shen Yu’s face warmed slightly, but her tense nerves didn’t really relax much. As she had mentioned, it was a habit she had grown accustomed to, thus hard to change.
“Didn’t you feel that the bottleneck in your cultivation loosened a little last time? Why haven’t you broken through yet?” Shen Luo changed the topic and asked.
“I don’t know either. I always feel that I’m a bit lacking, but I can’t pinpoint what’s missing.” Shen Yu sighed and said.
“Tell me about what you’ve been sensing during your recent cultivation sessions.” Shen Luo said.
Upon hearing this, Shen Yu did not hesitate and immediately began to recount her experiences.
Shen Luo listened attentively, compared his cultivation experiences in the Dreamland and reality,
analyzed everything that Shen Yu had mentioned and quickly identified the problem.
After his explanation, Shen Yu experienced sudden enlightenment and was overjoyed.
“So that’s it, I understand now. Thank you for your guidance, Elder!” Shen Yu bowed repeatedly, expressing her sincere gratitude.
“It was nothing…”
Shen Luo raised his hand halfway before freezing. His brow creased, his expression grew serious.
At the same time, a halo of light illuminated his chest.
Shen Luo reached into his chest, pulling out the Mountain Crossing Talisman, whose light flickered uneasily.
“There’s demon qi…” He immediately ordered the caravan to halt.
Soon, Shen Huayuan and Shen Quan rushed from the back of the caravan, asking what had happened.
“It seems there is a demon ahead, but considering the current state of the talisman, the demon qi doesn’t seem strong, it shouldn’t be a formidable adversary.” Shen Luo looked at the faintly glowing talisman and spoke with a furrowed brow.
“Then we…” Shen Huayuan turned to Shen Luo, questioning.
“You all stay here, I’ll go ahead and check it out.” After some hesitation, Shen Luo spoke.
“Elder, I’ll go with you.” Shen Yu immediately said.
“Very well.” After some hesitation, Shen Luo eventually spoke.
And so, Shen Luo and Shen Yu left the convoy, one before the other, heading towards the Peach Forest to investigate the potential threat.
After they had traveled about three to four hundred feet, the smell of blood was stronger in the air. Oddly enough, the talisman held by Shen Luo didn’t exhibit any significant changes in light.
“That is…” Shen Yu suddenly stopped, pointing towards a pile beneath a tree not far away, puzzled.
Shen Luo had noticed it too. On the ground lay a pile of grievously mutilated bodies, splattered with blood, their vital organs were clearly scooped out. The different thing is, these corpses were all covered in thick fur, with some showing scales and claws, and others growing sharp horns – these were unmistakably demons.
“Was it the Demonic Beings?” Shen Yu asked.
“Correct. Demonic Beings are mostly crazed and act without reason, killing humans and demons alike.” Shen Luo nodded and replied.
“But wasn’t it in Qingyan Town? How could it appear here?” Shen Yu couldn’t help but ask.
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“It must have chased these demons here.” Shen Luo glanced at the dense night and said.
“If that’s the case, we can no longer proceed through this Peach Forest, we have to take a farther route.” Shen Yu sighed, speaking.
“I’m afraid it’s too late for that…” Shen Luo replied slowly, furrowing his brows.
As soon as he finished speaking, a ringing sound echoed from the void in front of them. The ethereal bell sound resonated throughout the Peach Forest, sending chills down one’s spine.
Shen Yu followed the direction of the bell sound, and saw a light shine brightly amidst the dense night, slowly floating towards them.
Shen Luo quietly gripped his Seven Star Pen, quickly took out the Magical Instrument Crescent Moon Ring. In his other hand, he held a Thunderfall Talisman.
The frequency of the bell ringing was low, about once every ten breaths. By the time the bell rang for the third time, the light had drifted to around a dozen feet in front of Shen Luo and Shen Yu.
Only then did Shen Luo see clearly. In front of them was a scholar, wearing a green robe, a scholar’s hat and carrying a bamboo book box. He held a candlelight in one hand, reading an ancient book in the other.
To Shen Luo and Shen Yu, the scene seemed oddly familiar. It was like witnessing a scholar far off on his travels, studying diligently by candlelight.
However, if one were to look closely, they would find the large black stains imprinted on the scholar’s green robe, a telltale sign of coagulated blood. The ancient book he held was covered in bloody fingerprints, indicating that something was amiss.
Listening closely, Shen Luo seemed to hear the scholar reading in a low voice, “Sun resides, moon gathers, shining down on the earth below, such is man, such is man…”
The scene before them was so bizarre that both Shen Luo and Shen Yu made no sudden movements. Shen Yu felt chills down her spine, her gaze fixed on the scholar, not daring to shift her attention for a moment.
After the scholar read “such is man” for the third time, his recitation suddenly stopped. However, the small bell hanging on his book box suddenly rang.
In the next instant, the scholar slowly lowered the book in his hand, revealing a pale and slightly bluish young face.
The scholar was not hideous, even had some handsome features. However, his eyes were devoid of whites, darker than the night around them. The aura he emitted was that of death and decay, as if he had stepped straight out of the underworld.
“You two, walking at night, you might encounter a ghost. May I ask, where are you headed?” The scholar with his pitch-black eyes stared at the two, revealed an evil smile and asked.
Shen Luo and Shen Yu exchanged looks, neither spoke a word, only taking a step backward.
“Since you’re here, don’t leave…” The scholar’s expression suddenly turned malicious as he spoke in a sinister tone.
As he spoke, his clothing billowed as if caught by a sudden gust of wind. Pitch black smoke billowed around him, concealing him within a radius of several feet.
The scholar’s form, borne aloft by the smoke, slowly ascended to the sky, glaring down at Shen Luo and Shen Yu.
“All must die, ha ha, you all must die….”
His voice became unusually hoarse, as if it were forcibly squeezed from the deep recesses of his throat.
At this time, the book box he carried on his back started twitching. Suddenly, the box’s lid flung open with a “pop” sound and an even denser black smoke poured out. The smoke solidified into more than a dozen malicious Fierce Ghosts, grinning and revealing menacing claws, they hovered behind the scholar.
Upon closer examination, Shen Luo noticed that the Fierce Ghosts varied in age and gender. All were extremely gruesome, and their faces bore a ghastly pallor. Every few seconds, they would jerk their necks creating waves of “giggle” sounds.
“The feast begins!” the scholar from the underworld laughed.
