YM778.TV Chapter 41
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From his broad experience, Tang Zhenshan had already realized the situation, causing a strange expression to form upon his face. This lie was quite brazen. He had personally seen Jiang Xiu draw the talisman, so there was no chance that it was something they had lost.
Shaman Wu Long said, "Please lay the truth bare, Old Father. Who bestowed you with this talisman?"
He guessed that since the person had bestowed one, it was possible there were more.
Tang Zhenshan was quite shrewd. He guessed what Shaman Wu Long was plotting with a single look. He had already offended Jiang Xiu once and paid the price of an arm for that, it was a bloody lesson.
"It\'s mine."
Among the three Shamans, each one of them was top class, possessing mysterious skills. Even though Jiang Xiu\'s martial dao cultivation was high, the odds of success against the three top Shamans would be less. If he indeed harbored hard feelings towards Jiang Xiu for chopping off his arm, he\'d have sold Jiang Xiu out in a second. Since he hadn\'t done that, his character was pretty obvious.
"Humph!"
Shaman Wu Long\'s arrogant disciple, Long Aotian sniggered, "Old Tang Four, don\'t lie to this Daddy. You aren\'t a Shaman and don\'t know to make talismans. How could you get such a high-level talisman?"
"Honestly spill the beans or else this Daddy will put you to eternal sleep with my magic."
These words weren\'t only rude but were also a threat.
Tang Zhenshan\'s face morphed. He had heard that Shamans could kill without doing it personally, by making people die in their sleep. It was just impossible to figure out the cause of such a quiet death.
"Say it, who bestowed it upon you?"
The mood in the hall froze up.
Confronting Long Aotian\'s tyranny, none of them dared to say anything. They were unwilling to put up with that guy, Wu Long\'s face but were also helpless as he was strong. They couldn\'t dare to offend him and could only look towards Tang Zhenshan with a gaze filled with sympathy.
Trouble has come knocking on Old Father\'s door this time.
If he revealed it, it\'d be equal to selling out a friend, and if he didn\'t, that brings trouble as this Wu Long wouldn\'t leave this matter alone.
Looking at Tang Zhenshan stay silent, Shaman Wu Long\'s tone went colder, "Old Father, don\'t blame us for not showing consideration if you don\'t give us an explanation."
Actually, if he indeed held concern, his disciple wouldn\'t have dared to act in such a manner with Tang Zhenshan. Wu Long never respected him or else his disciple wouldn\'t have dared to call him as Old Tang Four.
In truth, Tang Zhenshan had set up outstanding military service and was the highest ranked army officer of Jiang City. The Tang family was the hegemon of Jiang City and could be said to be an influential family. By contrast, Shaman Wu Long and the rest were only prominent in the Jianghu, so there was no basis for comparison.
Scholars use words to exercise law, heroes use martial arts to establish order. Shamans liked to flaunt their magic force and loathed officials very much. For Tang Zhenshan, they were tough to deal with. Hence he was afraid.
"Are you going to say it or not?"
Shaman Wu Long pressed on forward, a terrifying ominous glint shining in his eyes. Since Tang Zhenshan wasn\'t willing to speak, he was about to use force.
"This Deity bestowed it!"
A voice suddenly came through.
All of them turned to take a look. It\'s actually him.
Jiang Xiu slowly walked over from the dining table.
Isn\'t he courting death? Doesn\'t he know who he\'s going against?
"Mr. Jiang!"
Jiang Xiu\'s gaze traveled past Shaman Wu Long, Nan Kui, and Little Master Teacher. "This \'Returning the Soul Fragment to Origin Talisman\' was bestowed by this Deity to Old Father for using during his burial."
"It\'s you!"
Elation flashed through Shaman Wu Long\'s eyes. It\'s actually this brat. Very good. No wonder this brat was able to come in, he had given such a generous gift to Tang Zhenshan.
"You really have guts to dare steal my talisman."
Jiang Xiu furrowed his brows, "Your talisman?"
Shaman Wu Long\'s narrowed eyes opened wide in anger, a vicious awn flashing through it, "I can spare you if hand over the rest of them immediately or else…"
Jiang Xiu asked, "Or else what?"
Shaman Wu Long replied, "Or else, only your corpse remain here."
Whoosh!
All of the people present drew in a cold breath. So ruthless.
Tang Zhenshan\'s complexion turned colors, "Master Wu Long, you\'re a person whose fame resounds through Jiangnan, is there a need to make the life of the younger generation difficult just for a talisman? I shall give this \'Returning the Soul Fragment to Origin Talisman\' to you!"
Saying so, he handed the talisman over.
The other Shamans also persuaded, "Yes. Master Wu Long, don\'t lower yourself to this brat\'s level, it\'ll disgrace your identity." They weren\'t trying to help Jiang Xiu, instead wanted to support Tang Zhenshan.
"Yes, let it be."
Might makes the right. Everyone knew what kind of person Wu Long was, and was it really possible for a little brat to steal such a valuable treasure from his hands? They were clear about this in their hearts and could only chalk it up to this brat\'s bad luck.
However, they underestimated Shaman Wu Long\'s greed. He desired the \'Returning the Soul Fragment to Origin Talisman\' and all the good things Jiang Xiu possessed. They believed that Jiang Xiu had more of that talisman or some other talismans on him.
Shaman Wu Long said, "If you don\'t hand over the remaining talismans you stole from me, I won\'t forgive you."
Jiang Xiu was fearless, looking at him with interest.
After returning, he had exchanged blows with martial experts but hadn\'t actually utilized skills in a battle with them. Although this Shaman Wu Long\'s cultivation wasn\'t something worth mentioning and magic force meager, it still birthed a tyrannical craving inside him.
"How do you want to duel with this Deity?"
"Duel?"
"I\'ll let you experience this Master\'s methods!"
Saying so, he shut his mouth suddenly, causing a pitch-black shade to strangely creep upon his face and then disappear instantly. Once he opened his mouth, a black mist appeared from inside.
This black mist kept changing its shape, seeming as if it held uncountable faces of children, adults, women and men, each of them struggling in the mist, issuing very mournful screams like that of an evil spirit from the 9th layer of Hell.
"Aaaahhhhh!"
This scene had frightened the attendants, some of the timid Shamans as well as Tang Wenchong. They had never seen this kind of terrifying scene.
Their faces went pale from the fear, neither able to move forward nor retreat.
"I-Is this… ghost control?"
Someone cried out.
"OMG, they\'re real!"
"I can\'t believe someone can control specters, s-so strong…"
Shamans dealt with exorcism, and some of them possessed unique skills to raise ghosts. Humans were always reverent towards the specters, so they trembled with fear when they saw this scene.
Wu Long felt satisfied when he saw the state everyone was in. He was hailed as extraordinary because he possessed such unimaginable skill, causing the masses to regard him the same as an immortal. He didn\'t even pay attention to such a tiny individual like Jiang Xiu.
However, he saw that Jiang Xiu was still calm and even revealed contempt in his eyes. This enraged him, "Brat, I\'ll make these evil spirits swallow you today."
Jiang Xiu let those malevolent evil spirits in the black mist come over.
"He isn\'t scared?"
"He must be so terrified that he can\'t even move!"
Everyone saw that Jiang Xiu just stood there like an idiot without escaping. Since the other party could control ghosts to kill people and he neither fled nor begged for forgiveness, they surmised that he was too terrified to move.
Even some of the Shamans among them were terrified due to the evil spirits swarming over, causing their legs to shudder. Little brat, although you didn\'t die from the fear that still made you an idiot.
Tang Wenchong retreated back and fell on his buttocks, blabbering with his mouth, "Mr. Jiang, escape quickly or else the ghosts will eat you."
He had also seen Jiang Xiu draw that talisman and so felt aggrieved towards this incident. If Jiang Xiu got killed due to this, that\'d be an injustice.
Jiang Xiu remained calm and collected as before.
"Death has come for you and you still keep acting like you\'re some expert."
"Acting like an expert?"
Jiang Xiu shook his head, feeling quite helpless and disappointed. He believed he\'d witness some extraordinary skill, but it was just something like raising ghosts. Even normal humans could do it if they possessed the right methods. Moreover, these raised ghosts consisted of soul fragments which couldn\'t cooperate with each other.
"You dare to call yourself an Immortal-like person just with these skills?"
"You even dare to jeer at this Deity!"
Too ridiculous.
Instead of retreating, Jiang Xiu instead stepped forward. He was Deity Xiu, and the so-called Deity Xiu possessed the winds and clouds at his side, lightning moving alongside him.
At this moment, a gale rose up inside the inner hall.
In the next moment, the sound of thunder boomed from the sky.
The momentum was world-shaking.
"Ninth Heaven Myriad Heavenly Thunder Rush Art!"
Jiang Xiu shouted and raised his hand towards the sky. A lighting dragon descended from the dark clouds in the sky and under everyone\'s dumbstruck eyes that lightning bolt was grabbed stiffly by his hand.
The sounds of thunder resounded, and it almost seemed as if it was daytime due to the flashes.
His hair waved, clothes fluttered. That aura seemed to cover all of heaven and earth, making him appear like a godly soldier descending from the sky.