Chapter 819: Chapter 819 Reborn as Ning Chapter 819: Chapter 819 Reborn as Ning Huang Xiaolong didn’t eradicate the specter that possessed Xuanyuan Ba because a sudden inspiration struck him; he intended to use the thod of “reincarnation through a borrowed corpse,” allowing Ji Zhengyu’s ghost to be reborn as a specter!
The Yin Tribe harbored massive ambitions to conquer the mortal realm. Huang Xiaolong was too unfamiliar with them, the adage of an unseen enemy against a visible one applied. Just as Ji Zhengyu perished and wished to return to life by borrowing a corpse, Huang Xiaolong prepared to make a bold attempt.
In this way, it was just like planting an undercover agent within the Yin Tribe!
However, Huang Xiaolong would not act rashly and force Ji Zhengyu.
After a conversation, Ji Zhengyu spoke with conviction, “Master, so this is how it is… The Yin Tribe is truly terrifying! Xuanyuan Ba had long been controlled by the Yin Tribe, ticulously setting up this sinister conspiracy. If not for your intervention, Master, the ancient martial world of Huaxia would have succumbed to being the Yin Tribe’s puppets long ago! The re thought is terrifying! Good! Master, I am willing to be reborn as a specter to carry out an internal investigation! Even if I beco a re pawn in your mission to annihilate the Yin Tribe, it would be most gratifying!”
Ji Zhengyu was a man of chivalry while he was alive and even in death, he understood the broader implications.
Without further ado, he agreed to Huang Xiaolong’s plan.
Huang Xiaolong nodded slightly and released the specter from the soul cylinder.
The specter was still immobilized by Huang Xiaolong’s binding spell, with no escape to the heavens or entrance to the earth, its elongated and ferocious shadow trembling, struggling, wriggling, emitting chilling and sinister aura, sotis sounding like the chirping of cicadas, and sotis speaking human language, “Spare ! Please spare , or else, the Crown Prince of our Yin Tribe will make you pay a severe price sooner or later!”
“Is… is this a specter?” The ghost of Ji Zhengyu was so frightened that it floated up and shrank into a corner of the room, nearly on the verge of collapse.
As the saying goes, upon death humans beco ghosts that people fear, but upon death ghosts beco specters, which even ghosts dread. If the character for specter is inscribed on a door, all malevolent spirits will stay thousands of miles away!
Now that Ji Zhengyu was a ghost, of course, he dreaded the specter.
“A ghost? You’ve actually kept a ghost?” the specter viciously said. “Feed it to ! Let eat it!”
Huang Xiaolong’s eyes flickered as he reviewed the thods of reincarnation in his mind, then he took out a bottle of water from the River Styx from his canvas bag.
Spurt~~~~!
He poured a small bottle of the river water onto the specter.
“Ah~~~~~~!!!!”
Green smoke billowed instantly.
The specter let out a heart-wrenching howl, its shadow twisting continuously, but soon it fell completely silent.
Huang Xiaolong had already eradicated all of the specter’s emotions and mories.
It was turned into an existence similar to a “vegetative state.”
With a flick of his hand, the shadow floated up, approximately over two ters long, dark and gloomy, exuding an evil, sinister aura. The head of the shadow had a single horn, its spine was covered with dense spikes, and its tailbone extended more than a ter long, seemingly a tail.
This was perhaps the true form of the Yin Tribe; when they possessed humans, their shadows would disguise themselves as human shadows.
“Young Master Ji, don’t be afraid. Heh, I’ve already erased this specter’s emotional mories. You can safely be reborn through its body without ever having to worry about backlash.”
Huang Xiaolong rolled up his sleeves and placed the specter on the ground, then took out a large handful of blank yellow paper and wrote talisman characters on them.
He arranged the talismans around the specter according to a special orientation.
“This should do it…” Huang Xiaolong gathered his thoughts again, and then he softly chanted a spell.
The next mont!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The talismans ignited on their own!
One after another, the talismans entered the body of the specter!
“Young Master Ji, why are you still hesitating?” Huang Xiaolong’s eyes flashed with a brilliant light as he reached out and grabbed Ji Zhengyu’s spirit.”
Boom~~~!
With a casual toss, Ji Zhengyu’s ghost was thrown onto the specter’s body.
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Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
Golden light shot up!
Ji Zhengyu’s ghostly body was actually beginning to rge with the body of the Yin creature!
A dense web of talismanic scripts intertwined around them.
A full incense stick of ti passed.
Only then did the talismans in the room disperse, leaving piles of talisman ash on the ground.
“Uh~~~~” The Yin creature on the ground shook its head, slowly floated up, and spoke in human tongue, “Master… My… My current state is really… really strange… I… I am no longer a ghost, but… but I am not human either…”
“Yes, you are like a ghost but not a ghost, like a human but not a human, because you are Yin!” Huang Xiaolong burst into laughter. “Success! I must be the first in the world to resurrect a ghost into a Yin…”
“Young Master Ji, now you possess so instincts of the Yin Tribe, such as the speed of light, the ability to speak the language of the Yin Tribe, and even devour the souls and bodies of humans…” Huang Xiaolong smiled, “But I’ve already chosen a corpse for you…”
Huang Xiaolong then took Xuanyuan Ba’s corpse out of his canvas bag.
The corpse of Xuanyuan Ba was in perfect condition, harboring no injuries.
Placing Xuanyuan Ba’s corpse flat on the ground, Huang Xiaolong drew nurous talismanic scripts again. “I will conduct another resurrection ritual, and as a Yin, you can take over Xuanyuan Ba’s corpse… and co back to life!”
“Let’s begin!” Huang Xiaolong rubbed his hands together eagerly.
“This is Xuanyuan Ba’s corpse! The ancient martial Crown Prince, Xuanyuan Ba!!!!!” Ji Zhengyu scread shrilly.
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Ancient City.
The lonely moon hung high.
Within the city, heaps of bonfires were lit.
The Xuanyuan Family had taken over so of the palatial buildings in the city.
At that mont, within a small plaza, hundreds of mbers of the Xuanyuan Family were holding a secret eting.
Presided over by Xuanyuan Zhou.
“Family Head, what should we do now? Are we to willingly submit to that Huang Xiaolong? Are the grudges of the three young masters to be forgotten?” an elder of the Xuanyuan Family said with indignation.
Under the flickering flas, Xuanyuan Zhou’s face darkened then lightened, his eyes seeping hatred deep to the bone.
“Talk of revenge now? With Huang Xiaolong dominating the world, his martial prowess is so inconceivably strong. We’re already thanking the gods he hasn’t crushed our Xuanyuan Family. Who would dare provoke him? Wish to live longer, do they?” Another antique of an elder sighed deeply. “We better leave this place as soon as possible. From now on, when people of our Xuanyuan Family see Huang Xiaolong, they should stay as far away as possible, to avoid clashing with him, lest it brings about our family’s destruction.”
“Hmph!” Xuanyuan Zhou snapped angrily, “This hatred is irreconcilable! It is impossible not to seek revenge! But for now, we can only swallow our pride. Presumably, everyone already knows that the true inheritance of the Kunlun Sect is still sealed within the Kunlun secret realm! Our Xuanyuan Family must obtain this inheritance!”
“Family Head, what do you an?” soone asked.
Xuanyuan Zhou licked his lips, his eyes brimming with extre greed. “It seems that that abomination, Huang Xiaolong, doesn’t mind us joining him in exploring the Kunlun secret realm… So, we shall feign civility and follow him tomorrow to ascend the snowy peaks, using him to explore the most important inheritance in the Kunlun secret realm! Once we have the true Kunlun inheritance, after smoldering in resentnt for ten years, it might not be impossible to seek our revenge!”
“Seek revenge for what?” a disinterested male voice rang out.
“Who? Who’s there?” Xuanyuan Zhou’s face turned to one of shock and fear.
Then, a tall and imposing man strode forward with his hands clasped behind his back. His deanor was extraordinary, his face chiseled, and he stood as if a god among n, radiating a noble aura that compelled onlookers to kneel and bow their heads in worship.
Under the pale moonlight, a long, slender shadow at his feet cast an imnse, sinister air!
“Ba… Ba’er… you… you’re not dead? You’re still alive?” Xuanyuan Zhou scread in horror.
Standing before him, if not the ancient martial Crown Prince Xuanyuan Ba, then who?
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