Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

Chapter 873: Chapter 300: Lord of Wangchuan vs Lady Beigui

The cultivators around him were slightly agape, with no opportunity for them to act.

Ning Zhuo was about to perform the third round when he heard the sound of drums.

This was Tie Guzheng’s military order to initiate a rotation!

Ning Zhuo decisively turned around and left.

After the Battle of Liangzhu Country, his war skills had greatly improved.

Just as he stepped down from the wall, the Ink River inside the White Paper Immortal City suddenly surged, erupting with hundreds of water pillars, at least six Ink Rivers rose into the sky, transforming into six Ink River Water Pythons.

Rumble...

The giant water pythons wreaked havoc around, collapsing, toppling, and destroying countless buildings in an instant.

Ning Zhuo’s pupils constricted sharply: "Is this Zheng Shoumo’s trick? Or is there another traitor causing trouble in the dark?"

He still did not act, but according to previous training, he entered the barracks for emergency rest.

The chaos within the city was actually anticipated by the upper echelons of the White Paper Immortal City.

After all, Zheng Shoumo was not captured alive, he escaped, cutting off the next clue.

In fact, if he were the only traitor, that would be peculiar. The dignified Lord of Wangchuan wouldn’t do such a thing.

Netherworld.

The Lord of Wangchuan on the sacrificial platform suddenly felt a lightness.

The pressure of reciting the sacrificial text suddenly decreased, and the altar naturally burst with blood light.

The Lord of Wangchuan realized: "A large number of blood sacrifices have been accounted for! It seems that the attack on the White Paper Immortal City in the Mortal World has begun to bear fruit."

At this moment, a piece of sorrowful music suddenly played.

Initially, it was a soft chant, soon enveloping the surroundings, and after a few breaths, it became the main melody on the altar, slowing even the sweeping ghostly wind.

The five Nascent Soul Cultivators guarding against the ghostly wind all roared with anger, tens of thousands of the Forbidden Army moved in unison, urging the Great Array.

But the Great Array spun uselessly, unable to harm the assailant in the slightest.

The Lord of Wangchuan sighed deeply: "This is empty mourning, not something you can stop. Bone Brother, you want to kill me, why trouble others? Come and battle me."

With that, the Lord of Wangchuan voluntarily adjusted the Great Array, creating a breach in the ghostly wind.

The sorrowful sound gathered into a bundle, drilled into the breach, and came before the Lord of Wangchuan, transforming into a Bone Cultivator.

It was Lady Beigui.

She was enveloped in gray and white sorrowful mist, her skeletal body carved like white jade, slender and ethereal. The milky white bone color was warm and lustrous, resembling glass and jade marrow. Twelve pairs of ribs like budding bone lotuses protected an azure soul fire in her chest cavity. Her spine extended into a long bone tail, with seven jade cones lightly tapping the void.

She was fully covered by a layer of Thousand Sorrows and Wails Bone Armor—myriad hair-thin sigh bone lines woven into clothes with an exquisite openwork structure, thin as cicada wings, tightly hugging the body, showcasing an alarming silhouette.

Her skull was elegant, with bone-patterned azure tear marks etched from cheekbones to jawline. The soul fire in her eye sockets was icy blue, exuding deep sadness.

She stared at the Lord of Wangchuan: "Ah Chuan, I converted into a female cultivator for you, only to be together with you forever. Even now, do you still refuse to change your mind?"

The Lord of Wangchuan sighed deeply and helplessly: "Bone Brother, we were sworn brothers, why has it come to this?"

Lady Beigui: "You knew my feelings long ago, approaching me only to exploit my bravery and innate talent. When it came time to fulfill your promise, you brushed me off with our brotherhood."

"I am not your brother; I should be your wife!"

The Lord of Wangchuan looked up at the sky: "In my heart, there is only one wife."

Lady Beigui coldly smiled: "I naturally know. Therefore, I previously designed a scheme to deceive your wife out of White Tail Marsh, to let her truly see your true heart and character."

"It was you!" The Lord of Wangchuan’s expression changed drastically, anger surging, pointing angrily at Lady Beigui.

Lady Beigui laughed skywards: "Hehehe, hahahaha. If I can’t have the one I love, neither will you! Ah Chuan, I want you to experience my profound sorrow."

The Lord of Wangchuan, filled with anger, pointed a finger, instantly conjuring a Water Spear, piercing through the void, shooting directly at Lady Beigui.

The Water Spear was thick with murkiness, imbued with dense water vapor, wrapped in mighty ghostly wind.

Lady Beigui did not dodge, but instead raised her slender right hand.

Ding—!

The Water Spear collided with her right palm, producing the sound of gold and jade clashing.

The space in front of the bone palm folded, countless white bone shadows as thin as threads wove into a dense net, continuously annihilating, yet continuously regenerating, neutralizing the Soul-Eroding Power, tremendous weight, and the decaying Dao rhythm contained in the Water Spear.

The Water Spear dispersed after exhausting its power, yet the phantom bone lines remained layered, erupting with waves of sorrowful music.

The Prefect’s oceanic eyes slightly narrowed, thinking inwardly: "Thousand Sorrows and Wails Bone Armor."

Given his previous close relationship with Lady Beigui, he naturally knew many of her secrets.

He changed finger technique, orally invoking: "Wuxin Crossing."

As the chilling words just fell, dark water surged out, merging with Nether attribute mana, forming a large expanse of black tide, silently spreading open.

Lady Beigui had no way to retreat, surrounded by the black tide.

Under the influence of the black tide, all her emotions rapidly vanished, and while others might not matter, the key was that sadness was crucial for her, being an important part of her combat strength.

"Ah Chuan, you indeed understand me." Lady Beigui smiled bitterly.

The Lord of Wangchuan’s expression remained unchanged, silently summoning more black tides to besiege Lady Beigui.

These black tides, when they came close, were immediately and completely blocked by Lady Beigui’s Thousand Sorrows and Wails Bone Armor, showing no effect.

However, the Lord of Wangchuan did not relent, knowing that depleting the Bone Armor using this spell was not a disadvantage.

Heart-Piercing Bone Mourning Flute!

Lady Beigui naturally understood the current battlefield situation, taking out a bone flute, placing it horizontally before her bone lips.

Whoo... whoo...

The flute sound suddenly rose, not melodious or graceful, like an orphan who lost their parent, a grieving woman weeping blood, a fallen nation’s mourning howl!

Spell—Lament Song Reversal!

In an instant, Lady Beigui’s sadness surged, her combat strength skyrocketing fiercely, surpassing even her pre-battle state.

Under the sound of the flute, the black tide’s flow reversed, instead being utilized by Lady Beigui, rushing towards the Lord of Wangchuan.

The Lord of Wangchuan’s expression slightly changed, his robe billowing with mana rapidly depleting, trying to regain control of the backflowing black tide.

As he acted, Lady Beigui’s raised little finger suddenly detached, shooting towards the Lord of Wangchuan.

Ghost Technique—Heart-Piercing Bone!

The speed of the bone finger was so fast it seemed to ignore space, landing directly on the Lord of Wangchuan’s chest.

Pfft!

A light sound, the bone finger pierced through the Lord of Wangchuan’s robe, flesh, and soul, shooting out from his back.

The Lord of Wangchuan was stunned on the spot, his life force crumbling like a snow mountain.

"Ah Chuan!" The victorious Lady Beigui’s expression changed dramatically, fearing she had truly killed the Lord of Wangchuan by mistake, in a panic.

The Lord of Wangchuan suddenly pressed forward with his palm, coldly shouting.

In an instant, he shot out countless needles.

Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul-Devouring Needle!

Each needle carried a chilling cold and soul-corroding malicious aura, swarming like a hive, directly enveloping Lady Beigui and launching a fierce assault.

Lady Beigui’s face showed terror, as she realized her best defensive method—Thousand Sorrows and Wails Bone Armor, was severely restrained by these mosquito-sized needles. The Bone Armor’s recovery capability was almost completely suppressed.

Ten Thousand Bone Sorrow Escape!

Seeing the situation turn unfavorable, Lady Beigui retreated swiftly, directly piercing through the whirlwind of the altar, fleeing in a disheveled state.

Before leaving, she also left harsh words: "Ah Chuan, you’re good. You actually used my concern for you to create a battle opportunity by causing my panicked mistake."

"Heh."

"The wound you caused me, I will keep, carefully brewing sorrow."

"Until next time, I will make you fully understand the severity!"

The Lord of Wangchuan stood at the edge of the altar, coughing violently, spitting blood with each cough.

Yet his posture remained upright.

He wiped away the remaining blood at the corner of his mouth, casting his cold, authoritative gaze elsewhere.

There, a mute monk in a yellow robe was stepping towards them through the air.

It was Wuyin, the ghost monk!

Lady Beigui had just retreated, and Wuyin appeared... it was evident they had privately reached some sort of joint combat agreement.

"There must be others hiding behind the scenes." The Lord of Wangchuan felt immense pressure.

But at that moment, the light of the altar suddenly brightened substantially.

"Oh?"

"It seems there has been a breakthrough on the Mortal World battlefield!"

Mortal World.

White Paper Immortal City.

Amidst the enormous rumble, the Southern City Gate was directly pushed open, exposing an open path!

The person who pushed the door in was indeed Sang Le Youling.