Night of Despair

Chapter 365 - 365 363 if three

?Chapter 365: 363 if three Chapter 365: 363 if three “Are there two passages each for the Gate of Despair and the Gate of Ten Thousand Spirits, right?” Ku Chan coldly asked, his eyes filled with increasing murderous intent.

“Yes! The Taoist Sect should now be gathering experts to send for reinforcements. The notice they sent from above commands Zihe Palace to hold out for two hours. When you arrive, don’t act recklessly, wait outside for the main forces to advance together!” The voice from the headset advised.

“I know what to do,” Ku Chan responded calmly.

“Hold on, Ku Chan, don’t be rash!” The person in the headset seemed to sense his intent and hurriedly advised.

“I am not being rash, sorry…. there’s trouble here…. I’ll contact you later.”

As Ku Chan’s voice fell, he rose swiftly, leaping off the motorcycle, flipping in the air to land.

Chi!

Boom!!

At the same time, the motorcycle was hit by a red fire line, shooting out several tens of meters and exploding violently.

Under the illumination of the firelight, Ku Chan swiftly moved left, dodging several sniper bullets, and plunged into the dense woods by the roadside.

But upon entering the dense woods.

A tall figure in a black cloak, with a stark white character for ‘evil’ emblazoned on the back, had already been waiting for a long time, turned around, and looked at him.

Hum!!

In an instant, as Ku Chan landed, a large area of ghastly pale phosphorescence lit up on the ground around him.

Clouds of black, putrid, poisonous gas emerged from the ground like smoke and fog.

“I am Xian Kongzi, greetings to young friend Ku Chan,” the figure said as it raised its head, revealing a horrific face covered in burn scars, with only one blood-red eye remaining.

“The renowned Second of the Seven Evils… Sect Master of the Blood Eye Sect, resorting to such despicable ambush tactics against a junior like me, aren’t you afraid of being ridiculed?”

Ku Chan’s voice was icy cold.

“Mockery and derision are to me like passing clouds…” Xian Kongzi said indifferently, “If they mock to my face, I cut off their tongues. If they mock behind my back, I do not see, nor hear; hence, it does not exist.”

“What a way to deceive oneself… It seems the Seven Evil Alliance planned this a while ago…. So, who told you about my return route?” Ku Chan already had a suspicion in his mind, but he still asked.

“If you have guessed it, why bother asking?” Xian Kongzi said.

Snap.

Ku Chan crushed the headset in one hand and threw it away, his heart growing colder.

Hiss.

He drew the long sword from his back with a reverse grip.

“I have long heard of the Seven Evils’ infamy. Today, it is perfect to witness for myself, to see whether you, a long-renowned senior, are stronger, or my Chi Xiao Sword in my hand is sharper!”

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Outside Yasong.

International waters.

Accompanied by a rapidly rising Spiritual Fluctuation in the air.

Under the deep blue sea, a vast shadow spanning several kilometers slowly changed from gray to black.

Wisps and strands of black mist rose from the seawater and gathered midway into the sky, condensing into a hazv black cloud.

Crack.

A black lightning arc suddenly flashed across the black cloud.

Shortly after, fine arcs of electricity slowly multiplied, becoming denser and denser.

Ding.

Momentarily.

A deep and ancient bell sound resonated slowly.

Within the black cloud, a black gate carved with flora and fauna, mountains and lands, gradually appeared.

The gate, standing four to five hundred meters high and three hundred meters wide, hovered like a skyscraper among the clouds.

At its center was a black beast head metal knocker, whose eyes were now slowly opening, emitting a red light.

Crack….

Suddenly, a fine crack opened from inside to outside in the middle of the gate.

“Dan….”

Waves of deep, distant sounds drifted out from within.

“Human Pill….”

“All beings ah…. all are mere fuel, and all spirits return to the origin….”

Boom!!

Suddenly, the crack in the gate was violently burst open from the inside.

The door quivered, spreading vast currents outward.

The currents stirred the seawater below causing hundreds of meters high waves.

Golden light shone from inside the gate, as a figure in a luxurious purple robe and a feathered crown, with white hair, slowly floated out.

Behind the Taoist, a golden halo turned slowly while fine golden rune chains appeared and disappeared intermittently, fluttering slowly.

Most striking was the Taoist’s face.

It was not a human face but a flat surface, appearing to be made of various colored patches pieced together into a colorful glass mirror.

The Taoist hovered above the sea surface, his terrifying Spiritual Value exceeding a million rippling outwards like ripples in water.

Suddenly, he stretched a hand forward.

Boom!

In an instant, from behind the door, a wave of Golden Light surged out, releasing hordes of giants in Golden Armor with dragon heads.

The figure clad in dragon-headed golden armor was followed by innumerable floating golden light spots, bursting forth together.

Tens of thousands, hundred-thousands of golden dots, surrounded hundreds of dragon-headed figures, fleeing towards the nearest land—Yasong.

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After Quan He, Yu Hen brought Yu Hong to another separate courtyard of the sanatorium—Ningxiang Courtyard.

In this small quadrangle, among the four residents, three were once prominent, now aged and injured former Sect Leaders of the Nine Sects.

The morning sunlight was crisp and cold.

When the two arrived at Ningxiang Courtyard, it was already past nine-forty.

The courtyard door was wide open, two cleaning aunties were inside sweeping and doing chores such as cooking and laundry.

Creak.

Yu Hen pushed open the door of a room on the left side and carefully called inside,

“Brother Chen, are you awake?”

“Mm-hmm.” A muffled response came from inside.

“Good you’re awake. I’ve brought the kid to see you!” Yu Hen gave Yu Hong a significant look, entered the room, and pulled aside the partition curtain to reveal a large grey and white square bed.

On the bed laid a gaunt old man without hair or teeth.

The old man’s eyes were bright, but with no tongue in his open mouth, his speech was indistinct.

“Brother Chen, it’s been a long time, hasn’t it? You seem to be in good spirits recently.” Yu Hen approached with a smile and tucked the old man’s blanket.

“Ah ah~~” The old man responded a few times with his mouth, then picked up an erasable sketching board next to him and scribbled a line.

“You brought your kid?”

“He’s my nephew disciple, and now I have passed down my small Taoist Temple to him. He is the Temple Master, and I am under him now.” Yu Hen smiled, “On this visit, we found a new treatment method that we can try for you, Brother Chen, to possibly restore your ability to walk and talk. Let’s see if you’re willing…”

“Heh, do I not know you?” Brother Chen wrote back, “Tell me, how much does it cost?”

“Do I look like that kind of person?” Yu Hen widened his eyes.

“You aren’t like that; you’re precisely that, what else could you look like!” Brother Chen showed a helpless expression.

“Alright, alright, no joking. Brother Chen, I’m serious this time! I’m not fooling you. By chance, my nephew disciple acquired a secret technique that can repair many irreparable injuries of the human body. Your legs, your voice, and tongue might all have a chance!” Yu Hen’s expression quickly turned solemn, speaking earnestly.

His serious attitude made Brother Chen slightly surprised, but soon, realizing Yu Hen was not joking, his expression grew solemn too.

“My legs aren’t just a simple nerve problem, but filled with the Evil Cloud True Skill Breath that Yunhua Demon Lord infused before his death. You should know this, it’s not something that treatment alone can solve.” He quickly wrote.

“Of course, I know.” Yu Hen nodded. “But…do you know who we just went to see?”

“Who?”

“Senior Quan He!”

“….!” Brother Chen shuddered, surmising something, “Effective?”

“Of course, or else why would we come directly to you? Next, we plan to visit Senior Golden Light and Senior Lian Yun too.” Yu Hen spoke seriously.

“What’s the cost?” Brother Chen wrote after a pause, silently.

“The cost is that everyone who has undergone this secret technique treatment will become one family, helping each other, all members of my Spirit Light Mutual Aid Alliance. Your life and death will be controlled by the Alliance Hierarch.” Yu Hong spoke directly.

He chose to be forthright, not hiding anything.

Just as with Quan He, he had learned that with these mentally strong figures, being sincere and honest was the best way to communicate.

“And I am the Alliance Hierarch.” He said solemnly.

“….” Brother Chen showed no surprise or anger, but looked at him seriously.

After a few moments, he wrote again.

“What are you doing this for?”

“To survive!” Yu Hong said, “A disaster is coming, and neither good nor evil is aware. I am just an ordinary person trying to carve out a path of survival for those following me, for everyone who wants to live, in the upcoming doomsday!”

“….” Perhaps it was this sincerity that made Brother Chen not immediately question such talk of doomsday. Instead, he looked intently into Yu Hong’s eyes.

Half a minute later, under Yu Hen’s somewhat anxious gaze, he lowered his head and wrote another sentence.

“I really want to recover, but I’m worried about being used. But since Senior Quan He chose to believe, so will I. If it turns out to be wrong, I’ll just end myself.”

“So you agree, Brother Chen?” Yu Hen didn’t expect it to go so smoothly, seeing the atmosphere had stiffened, he thought this trip had failed.

After all, Brother Chen was known for his fiery temper when he was young. Unexpectedly…

“Disagreeing would be foolish. Anyway, let’s see if I can move again; as for the conditions and the cost, those are matters for later.” Brother Chen smiled.

“That’s a good way to put it.” Yu Hong also smiled.

He stretched out his hand, a point of silver light brightened in his palm, and under the watch of the other two, silver threads flew out, suddenly entering Brother Chen’s right leg covered by the blanket.

The formidable Spirit Light Threads, enhanced by the Cosmic Divine Light, began to forcefully tear open a coagulated malignancy in Brother Chen’s leg.

That force was like a squirming dark red maggot, completely filling and occupying Brother Chen’s right leg.

As the Spirit Light charged in, the two forces immediately clashed.

Yet, in less than ten breaths, the coagulated malignant force melted like winter snow upon fire.

Under the onslaught of the Spirit Light, it was instantly crushed, defeated in disarray.

Several minutes later.

The two stepped out of the room and gently closed the door.

“Brother Chen needs time to rest, can he recover in two days?” Yu Hen asked.

“No problem. But what’s Brothe…