Zanxing (Retranslated)

Chapter 57 - Mo Sha (1)

Unbelievably, paying respects to the gods actually worked.

Zanxing had just realized this, and before she had time to be happy, she heard Hua Yue’s furious voice coming from the other side, “Yang Zanxing, what are you doing? Why didn’t the demon cultivator attack you, but only me?”

She turned her head and saw that Hua Yue’s face was extremely ugly. One of his feet was already stuck in the mud, and he was struggling to get out.

Previously, with Zanxing in front of him attracting the attention of the Grave of the Dead, Hua Yue had not directly confronted the Grave, so he did not know how difficult the demon cultivator was to deal with. After half of his sword was sucked into the Grave of the Dead, it refused to let go. Instead, it took the opportunity to grab Hua Yue’s leg as well.

Previously, it was Hua Yue who was watching the show, and now it was Zanxing’s turn to watch from the sidelines. Zanxing simply folded her arms and stood to the side, laughing, “Of course it’s only attacking you, because you’re annoying.”

“You slut!” Hua Yue roared, “Hurry up and pull me up! Hurting a fellow disciple, do you think the sect will let you off?”

Zanxing spread her hands wide and said, “What did you say earlier? I don’t plan to attack you. Now you’re fighting the demon cultivator, and you’re not strong enough. What does it have to do with me? But you can struggle and see if there’s still a chance.”

The corners of her mouth curled up, and she took out a pill from her bosom and threw it towards Hua Yue like a pebble.

“What are you doing?” Hua Yue suddenly had a bad premonition. He saw that the giant human face on the ground seemed to be attracted by the pill Zanxing had thrown, and its eyeballs turned to look this way. Then, those eyes slowly narrowed and revealed a sly smile.

Its lips gradually opened, and a putrid and nauseating smell emanated from them. Hua Yue was shocked and said while trembling, “Don’t…”

Before he could finish saying “come,” a soft, blood-red tongue had accurately wrapped around him, like a snake capturing its prey, dragging him entirely into its mouth.

Before he could even crush his Departure Talisman, Hua Yue’s figure had vanished from sight on the ground.

The soil began to squirm again, as if digesting its recent meal.

Zanxing stood there, holding back her discomfort, neither fleeing nor using her iron staff to deal with the Grave of the Dead. With incense ash on her body, the Grave of the Dead had automatically seen her as one of the dead and no longer attacked her.

“Why isn’t she moving?” Xuan Lingzi was a little nervous, and his hand stroking the cat’s tail became a little heavier. Mimi let out a shriek and jumped out of his arms and ran away.

Li Danshu laughed, “Didn’t you see the pills she just threw?”

“I saw it.” Cui Yufu was puzzled, “Is she not satisfied that the Grave of the Dead is not powerful enough, and she even gave it a few pills to replenish its qi?”

“Those aren’t Qi-Boosting pills.” Li Danshu adjusted his hat, which was about to fall off, and looked at Zanxing with satisfaction, “Those are sleeping pills.”

“1, 2, 3, 4…” Inside the Xumi Mustard Seed Diagram, Zanxing was silently counting in her mind.

When she reached the 30th count, the Grave’s eyes began to droop, and its upper and lower eyelids started to fight each other, like a student dozing off in class.

Zanxing thought to herself, Good, the sleeping pills weren’t wasted.

Some time ago, Tian Fangfang had complained to Zanxing that Gufeng Mountain was too cold after winter, and with the assessment coming up and the pressure mounting, he couldn’t sleep all night and had lost a lot of hair. Zanxing happened to be taking an alchemy class and took the opportunity to refine a few sleeping pills for him.

After Tian Fangfang took them, he indeed slept soundly for the whole night, sleeping until dawn.

Zanxing had asked Li Danshu if the sleeping pills were poisonous or addictive. The ingredients were easy to find, so Zanxing simply refined a whole box of them for emergencies. She also brought some for the assessment. Just now, when Hua Yue was competing with the Grave of the Dead, Zanxing threw a handful of sleeping pills at it. The pills contained spiritual power, so they were not considered dead objects and would inevitably be swallowed by the Grave.

One sleeping pill wouldn’t have much of an effect, but with so many of them, even a Grave of the Dead should have some reaction.

Indeed, in just a moment, the Grave of the Dead was already fast asleep, snoring loudly.

Zanxing took a deep breath, walked up to the Grave of the Dead with her iron staff, and stomped on its face. The Grave of the Dead didn’t react at all, and even blew a bubble.

It seemed to be fast asleep.

Zanxing was relieved. She channelled all her qi to the tip of her staff, gripped the staff with both hands, and slammed it down hard!

Xuan Lingzi: “…”

The name “Yang Zanxing” on the ranking stone suddenly shot upward like a spiritual boat, passing by several lines in an instant. Finally, it slowly settled on the third line, barely making it into the top 30.

The young man sitting by the Clear Heart Mirror couldn’t bear it anymore. He stood up and frowned, saying, “This woman is cheating again! How can this be considered passing the assessment?”

“Seventh Junior Brother,” Xuan Lingzi comforted him, “Outsmarting enemies is also a form of assessment. Our sect doesn’t only look at cultivation, but also at intelligence.”

“That’s not okay either!” Gu Baiying was fuming. He had originally thought that since Yang Zanxing had inherited the “Qing’e Flower-Picking Staff”, she must have some real ability. Even though he had mocked her verbally, he still had some expectations for her. Unexpectedly, this person was so frivolous and only knew how to play little tricks. Even the way she passed the assessment was so despicable that it made people’s hearts ache.

Simply a disgrace to the Qinghua Fairy!

“I see that she is already struggling to deal with a high-level demon cultivator like the Grave of the Dead, and she has to rely on a little luck and cleverness,” Yue Qin said faintly, “I’m afraid her final ranking will only fluctuate around her current ranking.”

“You say this little girl is so lucky,” Zhao Mayi laughed, “Could she have encountered a Mo Sha?”

“There are only two Mo Sha in the entire Xumi Mustard Seed Diagram. In the past ten years of assessments, no disciple has ever encountered a Mo Sha. Do you think it’s that easy to encounter one?” Cui Yufu snorted.

After he said this, no one paid attention to him. Cui Yufu was a little puzzled. He turned his head and saw that everyone was staring at the Clear Heart Mirror. He followed their gaze and was immediately stunned.

Zanxing had just defeated the Grave of the Dead, reaping a large amount of qi. Her clothes were sticky from being swallowed by the Grave earlier, and she was about to use a cleaning spell to tidy up when she turned around and saw a man in black standing in front of her.

Outside the mirror, Men Dong’s lips trembled, “Mo… Mo Sha.”

The Mo Sha was a particularly powerful type among demon cultivators.

To talk about the history of the demon race, it was as long as that of the human race. There were those like the Two-Headed Asura, who were originally humans but due to various circumstances, their sanity collapsed and they fell into demonic path. There were also those who were originally inanimate objects, bathed and nurtured by demonic energy, giving birth to demons, like the Grave of the Dead.

These are all typical examples of those who become demons later in life. There was another kind, born since the creation of heaven and earth, pure-blooded demons with the most authentic demon lineage, without any impurities. To be precise, the demon cultivators encountered in the Xumi Mustard Seed Painting before were all demon cultivators who became demons later in life. The biggest difference between demon cultivators born as demons and demon cultivators who become demons later in life is probably in their appearance.

Demons born as demons, apart from their hair and eye colors being different, looked no different from ordinary people.

The Mo Sha was indeed a naturally born demon cultivator.

This kind of demon cultivator possessed full consciousness and intelligence. Apart from being a different species, they were exactly like humans. The Mo Sha was at least equivalent to a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, and they were fierce, bloodthirsty, cunning, and ruthless. Once encountered, they were nightmares for human cultivators.

During the great war between humans and demons in the past, countless humans fell at the hands of Mo Shas. Even though the skill of the artist who created this Diagram was quite high, it was difficult to depict Mo Shas, as they were challenging to portray with qi alone. The artist could only depict two Mo Shas and no more.

At this moment, as Zanxing looked at the person in front of her, she didn’t need to think twice to understand that she had encountered a Mo Sha.