Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes? Chapter 1054 - 1050: Encountering the Demon Scholar Again

Ever since Xiajing returned, Shen Siyuan has been venturing to the Yangzhou Netherworld almost every night.

Tonight, the sky over the Netherworld remains a deep ink color, without stars or moon, only the Yin Wind sweeping through the wild grass, making a whispering sound.

Shen Siyuan walks at the forefront, followed by the three little ones, their figures casting long shadows on the vast wilderness.

Dou Dou wears armor transford from the Lotus Lamp, which emits a faint glow, making her small body appear exceptionally spirited.

As she walks, she clenches her small fists, patting her belly with a "boom boom clang, boom boom clang."

When the armor is struck, it emits a dull yet crisp sound, perfectly in tune with the rhythm of the Three Pure Ones Bell on Xiao Yue.

With each step Xiao Yue takes, the bell rings, complenting Dou Dou’s "drumbeat," adding a lively touch to the otherwise dead silence of the Netherworld.

A vast endless plain stretches out before them, and at its end lies a few undulating hills, veiled in mist, exuding a sense of eeriness.

Along the way, they have encountered many dangers.

Hidden beneath the decayed soil are Yin Sha, wandering around the hills are resentful spirits, and Netherworld Ghost Vines that can devour souls.

However, their skills have greatly improved, and despite the hardships, they managed to resolve every peril.

These experiences have propelled their abilities forward.

Not only Shen Siyuan, the progress of the three little ones is even more noticeable.

Among them, Dou Dou’s advancent is the most remarkable.

She initially possessed two types of flas, the Netherworld Fire and the Divine Fire.

Netherworld Fire is a Divine Skill inherent to her as the Fan Soul of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

The Divine Fire was a gift from a Goddess in a dream of Tang Tang.

This fire is extrely pure, its color is a bright crimson, surpassing the quality of Netherworld Fire.

At first, the Divine Fire was a weak flicker, but as Dou Dou nurtured it day and night, the fla gradually grew, initially covering parts of her body, until it completely engulfed the Netherworld Fire, replacing it.

This new fla not only retained the soul-burning characteristics of Netherworld Fire, but also evolved into a more formidable mystical force.

Whenever the fla covered her whole body, even the surrounding air would distort, containing the power to scorch the heavens and boil the seas.

Following closely is Duoduo.

Since receiving an opportunity at Laojun Temple, Duoduo not only transford effortlessly into various shapes, but also absorbed every wisp of smoke in the temple’s sky.

This smoke seems to possess spirituality, rging into her soul, causing her soul body to take on a bluish-green glow.

This glow not only made her soul more solid and powerful, but also rendered her nearly immune to all damage, granting her unparalleled advantage as if she were innately invincible, which sounds almost exaggerated.

Lastly, there’s Xiao Yue.

She lacks substantial inherent ability, and her rate of growth is slightly slower than Dou Dou and Duoduo.

Yet, she excels in perception, and more importantly, possesses leadership skills far exceeding those of her peers.

Whenever facing formidable foes, it is Xiao Yue who directs and coordinates the powers of Duoduo and Dou Dou, allowing them to combine seamlessly and maximize their strengths.

The group continues this way, accompanied by the sound of bells and "drums," moving step by step towards the depths of the hills, gradually rging into the mist of the Netherworld.

"Alas, brother, there might not be any monsters tonight."

Duoduo’s tone is not of fear, but rather contains a hint of disappointnt.

"Isn’t it better to have none?"

"But walking like this all the ti is quite boring," Duoduo says.

"If you’re bored, join in drumming, boom boom clang..."

Dou Dou behind her pats her belly a few more tis.

Just then, Shen Siyuan suddenly stops, and the distracted Duoduo bumps into Shen Siyuan, followed by Dou Dou bumping into Duoduo’s back.

Only Xiao Yue, who has remained vigilant, stops in ti and looks ahead with an alert expression.

The mist ahead suddenly surges, and a figure wearing Confucian robes slowly erges from the fog.

His long hair reaches his waist, his features are handso, and he holds a yellowed book — it is the Confucian Evil Lu Xiwen they encountered before in the valley. His cold, indifferent gaze sweeps over the four, and his lips curl into a mocking smile: "How fortunate, eting again here."

Shen Siyuan’s brows furrowed tightly as a faint light flickered in his palm, and the Five Elents Primordial Magnetic Sword appeared. The glazed sword light instantly dispelled the surrounding chill, shielding the three little ones behind him: "How very coincidental."

This Lu Xiwen was formidable; the sound of his voice could shake the hearts and minds of people, which made Shen Siyuan extrely vigilant.

"This ans we are fated to et," Lu Xiwen chuckled softly, his voice still gentle, yet carrying a piercing chill.

"Oh, does Confucianism also speak of fate?"

Lu Xiwen paid no heed to Shen Siyuan’s words and continued, "Last ti you all ran fast, but to unexpectedly et here again saves a lot of effort. This ti, you shall all stay. I am quite curious about you."

As he spoke, the polluted energy around him began to surge, the black mist swirling around him, making the surrounding air thick and sticky.

The book in his hand slowly opened, and the characters on the pages began to shimr with a faint glow.

Duoduo erged from behind Shen Siyuan, the bluish glow on her soul body becoming more intense. An abrupt Yin wind rose around her, transforming into countless tiny whirlwinds, her eyes fixed determinedly on the opponent.

Dou Dou tightened her grip on the Little Old Axe, the Lotus Lamp above her head suddenly bursting into brilliant light. Crimson Divine Fire blazed around her, enveloping her small figure in a sea of flas, distorting the surrounding air with its heat as she crisply shouted, "You bad guy, let burn you with fire."

Xiao Yue stood silently beside the two, uttering not a word, with the soul-hooking chain attached to the Three Pure Ones Bell quietly rotating around her without making a sound. Her bright eyes were steadfast on Lu Xiwen, ready to move at any mont.

Seeing the three cooperating seamlessly, a trace of disdain flashed in Lu Xiwen’s eyes as he sneered, "So young, yet you dare to show off in front of with such little skill. Truly, you don’t know how high the heavens are."

As his words fell, he waved his hand, and the book in his hand rustled open. He began to recite, "’The noble man understands righteousness, the petty man understands profit.’

The gentle recitation began, yet it carried an eerie power of enchantnt. The characters on the pages transford into countless black threads, shooting toward the four like a rainstorm.

This truth implied ’the confusion of righteousness and benefit’, and where the threads passed, the air froze, emitting a "sizzling" sharp sound.

Listeners found themselves involuntarily mired in doubts about ’what is righteousness, what is benefit’, their minds montarily paralyzed.

However, only Shen Siyuan and Xiao Yue were affected, but with Xiao Yue shaking the Three Pure Ones Bell, it instantly cleared their minds.

As for Dou Dou and Duoduo, who couldn’t read, notions of righteousness and benefit were like playing a lute to a cow, they simply swung their arms and advanced directly.

Duoduo flickered like a green light strip, instantly vanishing into the air.

The next second, a piercing Yin wind arose from nowhere, coalescing into countless sharp wind blades, howling as they swirled towards Lu Xiwen’s limbs, attempting to bind his movents and interrupt his chant.

The polluted energy around Lu Xiwen automatically ford a black shield. The Yin wind blades struck the shield, emitting a corrosive "hiss," but for the mont, couldn’t break through this layer of murk.

At the sa ti, Dou Dou launched herself off the ground like an arrow shot from a bowstring, the Little Old Axe in her hand blazing with fierce Divine Fire, charging straight at the book in Lu Xiwen’s hand. Though young, she could see that the book was his foundation.

"Foolish to court death."

Lu Xiwen snorted coldly, remaining unruffled, and with a wave of his left hand, polluted energy once again condensed into a thick shield in front of the book. At the sa ti, he continued to recite the true words, "Self-discipline and the return to rites is benevolence."

This truth was ant for "confinent", the black shield imdiately pulsing with deeper black light, carrying an oppression that forced a suppression of the opponent’s spiritual power.

"Boom~"

The Little Old Axe struck heavily on the shield, Divine Fire spreading instantly, burning the black shield with a "sizzle", sending up thick smoke.

Yet Dou Dou felt as though she was stuck in a quagmire, her body unable to move easily.

Lu Xiwen thought he could easily block it, but he hadn’t anticipated Dou Dou’s Divine Fire being so fierce, only feeling his arm go numb from the force, pushed back a half-step by this powerful impact. Finally, a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes; he hadn’t expected Dou Dou to be so formidable.

In the mont of his surprised distraction, Shen Siyuan moved, his figure like lightning, a flash of spiritual light beneath his feet, transforming into a shadow. The Five Elents Primordial Magnetic Sword in his hand, with its dazzling glazed sword light, carried with it fierce Divine Fire as it thrust toward Lu Xiwen’s heart, the vital spot.

Where the sword light reached, the surrounding polluted energy was dispelled like ice and snow exposed to the sun, revealing a clear space.

Lu Xiwen was taken aback, never imagining that Shen Siyuan’s speed would be so fast. In his haste, he couldn’t continue reciting the true words and hurriedly raised the book in his hand as a shield before him.

"Sizzle~"

The glazed sword light collided with the book, the Divine Fire instantly igniting the pages, emitting a sharp burning sound as the black words twisted and struggled in the firelight, gradually dissipating.

Lu Xiwen only felt a severe pain in the base of his thumb, his blood and energy churning, the book in his hand nearly flying out of his grasp, his arm numbed by the residual power of the sword light.

"Damn it, you seek your own destruction!"

Lu Xiwen was completely enraged, the polluted energy around him suddenly surging. His washed-out Confucian robe fluttered without wind, making a flapping sound, his entire aura becoming increasingly ferocious.

He no longer held back, throwing the burning book into the air. The book suddenly unfolded, the remaining pages shining with intense black light, countless black words pouring out like a tide as Lu Xiwen uttered a formidable true word: "Under the sky, none but the king’s land; to the shores of the land, none but the king’s subjects."

This was the word of royal dominance, aid at subduing all.

The vast expanse of black words above his head condensed into a giant "King" character, its body swirling with dense polluted energy, carrying an overwhelming force of suppression and domination, rcilessly pressing down on Shen Siyuan’s group of four, squeezing the surrounding space to the point of slight distortion.

PS: That’s all for today~