Chapter Eleven: Is It Him?
“Don’t come over, don’t get close to me!”
Hearing Huasang’s fierce growl and feeling her cold-blooded, fierce gaze, Luxianbei hesitated, tilting his head while looking at Huasang, secretly pondering.
What does this mean at this point? Is there some danger that I haven’t discovered? That shouldn’t be the case!
Luxianbei scanned back and forth between the two thugs and Huasang, and as his gaze swept over them, his eyes didn’t feel hot, nor did any premonitions flash through his mind.
It seems there’s not much danger? Then what does she mean by that?
Wait! I get it, is she afraid I’ll take her k*ll?
No way, don’t be so stingy, I may not have directly participated in the fight, but I did indirectly contribute!
In this battle, I’m at least the one who bore the most damage for our side; there are only two of us, she can take MVP while I claim FMVP— that wouldn’t be unfair, right?
Luxianbei thought to himself, ignoring Huasang’s warning, and continued to approach her.
He believed that with his silver tongue, he could surely persuade Huasang to share a bit of the credit with him.
Just a little bit would do.
This isn’t about greed; I just need a good excuse for when I go back.
Not only did I fail to safely send everyone on their flight, but after encountering an unknown spiritual ability user’s attack, I did nothing, remaining on the sidelines the whole time—if this gets out, there’s no way I can face it! Luxianbei thought.
Although he believed that he was just being strategic and not slacking off, rumors can be quite terrifying, and the public’s ability to imagine is always formidable.
If it spreads, it could turn into a story that paints Luxianbei as a coward!
Am I, the King of Huacheng Urban Legends, just going to let my reputation go down the drain?
Seeing that Luxianbei seemed to completely ignore her warning and continued to approach, Huasang couldn’t help but feel a surge of anger.
d*mn, is this guy deaf?!
Why won’t he listen to advice?
Immediately after, as if provoked by Huasang’s anxious agitation, her uncontrolled spirit patterns became volatile.
The chaotic spirit energy surged within her limbs and bones, as if wanting to break free from the confines of her lean body. It felt like a hallucination as she heard a thundering roar within her, like rivers rushing.
In her veins, in the gaps of muscles and bones, above her soul.
The light around her gradually dimmed, enveloped by a layer of dark cyan mist.
The mist was heavy and viscous, suffocating like sludge. In front of Huasang, it rolled, surged, and expanded, bursting like little mouths opening and closing, a foul stench akin to grime wafting into her nostrils as her vision blurred.
The tremendous pressure that had been pressing down on her continued to amplify, and she vaguely heard all the joints in her body making a painful cracking sound.
It’s too much, how could the symptoms of the spirit patterns going out of control be this severe this time?
This is bad; something big is about to happen. There are so many people at the airport—if the spirit patterns completely go out of control…
As the symptoms of the spirit patterns spiraled further out of control, Huasang’s mood grew heavier.
In this moment, her peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of Luxianbei already at her side, reaching out toward her. Her pupils constricted as she struggled to squeeze out a low growl between her teeth.
“Don’t—it’s dangerous!”
As soon as the words left her mouth, Luxianbei’s hand rested on her shoulder, and her heart plummeted.
In a state of severe spirit pattern instability, direct contact with her body would be anything but simple.
Huasang could already foresee the scene where Luxianbei, in about ten seconds, would be severely corroded due to the excessive night erosion level.
Just like those people in the past…
At first, he would convulse, his eyes rolling back, foam at the mouth, and his face turning a dead blue as if he were drowning.
Then, as the corrosion intensified, his body might begin the irreversible transformation into an urban legend.
Or perhaps, due to acute nightfall syndrome, rashes would appear on his skin, leading to skin ulcers, flesh falling away, internal organs decaying, and ultimately leaving behind a stinking skeleton, meeting his end on the spot.
Generally speaking, excessive exposure to night erosion leads to only two outcomes: d*ath or transformation into an urban legend.
No matter the outcome, it’s one she doesn’t want to see.
One, two, three…
In the immense pain, Huasang found herself completely unable to speak, silently counting down in her heart like a timer for Luxianbei’s life.
Four, five…
By the time Huasang reached five, Luxianbei finally removed his hand from her shoulder, and he showed no obvious abnormality. Huasang quietly sighed in relief.
“Danger? What danger?” Luxianbei asked, puzzled.
There’s no burning sensation in my eyes, and nothing alarming in my mind—where’s the danger coming from?
Seeing her like this, could there really be something I’m unaware of?
Should I drop the copper coin and check again?
Luxianbei thought to himself, preparing to pull out the Blessing God Copper Coin from his pocket to divine the situation when suddenly, a premonition flashed through his mind.
[He picked up the firearm.]
In an instant, Luxianbei snapped back to reality, turning to see that the thug who had been knocked to the ground by Huasang’s headbutt had woken up and was glaring fiercely at him and Huasang, struggling to reach the g*n that had fallen on the ground.
“Right, right, right! Not finishing him off is indeed quite dangerous!”
Luxianbei suddenly realized, quickly uttering a sound as he dashed towards the thug, and just before his fingertips touched the firearm, he kicked it away. Then, under the thug’s stunned gaze, he began softly chanting a spell.
“Prison, shackles, binding restraints, seal the second, binding curse.”
As his words fell, a faint glow flickered at his fingertips, and in the blink of an eye, an imperceptible thread of spirit energy shot out from his fingers, tightly wrapping around both of the thug’s wrists.
Upon hearing Luxianbei’s chant and feeling the binding sensation on his wrists, the thug froze for a moment; despite being in a very unfavorable situation, a hint of mockery arose in his heart.
Using an Sihye Society code two sealing spell, trying to bind a C+ level spiritual ability user? Naive!
The thug thought, and the next moment, it felt as though an invisible hand had squeezed his heart, making it skip a beat.
“Prison, shackles, binding restraints…”
“Prison…”
“…”
Multi-casting: Binding Curse!
Feeling the tightness caused by numerous tough threads wrapping around him, the thug experienced a surge of deep humiliation, his eyes filling with bl**d as a mix of rage and shame overcame him.
How could this be? Wasn’t it said that the Sihye Society wouldn’t torment captives? Liars, all d*mn liars!
In a daze, Huasang saw Luxianbei cast the binding curse over twenty times, varying in strength, wrapping nearly imperceptible threads all around the thug. She was dumbfounded.
Is he crazy?
“Prison, shackles, binding restraints…”
“Prison, shackles…”
“…”
Luxianbei continued to cast the binding curse over thirty more times, adding up to a total of sixty-six times, and the thug’s sturdy body collapsed to the ground, completely immobilized.
Using spiritual perception, he could tell that the thug had been enveloped like a human-shaped cocoon.
Huasang, “…” Alright, confirmed, he’s insane, seriously insane!
While according to the Sihye Society’s regulations, in crowded public places with many witnesses, high-level spells should not be used unless absolutely necessary.
Most standard spell formulas can still pass as scientific explanations, making it easier for the Special Action Team to handle post-incident affairs even if they are witnessed.
Once high-precision spells are used in view of others, erasing the influence becomes much more difficult.
It’s like the psychological trauma left behind by witnessing a ghost movie versus experiencing a supernatural incident firsthand; the latter is significantly harder to forget.
However, even obeying the Sihye Society’s regulations, the binding curse is typically used to temporarily create ropes or bind large non-spiritual beings.
To control a C-level spiritual ability user, using spells numbered ten to twenty would be more reasonable.
Those in the know understand that using such spells to bind someone is essentially insulting them on a spell level.
Unfortunately, Luxianbei understood spells but did not know the nuances.
——
While Luxianbei dealt with the thug, Huasang’s spirit pattern instability continued to worsen.
She had completely lost the energy to pay attention to what Luxianbei was doing.
Her arms supported her body, her head hung low, trembling, as if she would collapse under the terrifying pressure at any moment.
In her mind, a thunderous roar exploded, violently overwhelming her spirit while also seeming to sing.
As her consciousness began to flicker, her vision skewed; like a hallucination, Huasang saw a giant turtle appearing in front of her, lifting its massive head, singing loudly.
A song of disaster.
As that “song” eroded her, Huasang felt her mind go blank, spiraling into a dizzying hallucination.
Just as she was about to completely lose her sanity, she faintly heard a voice in her ear, as if someone was talking to her, somewhat noisy.
She struggled to concentrate, and then she heard…
“Didn’t expect you to be so cautious. I like people like you! I think we might be able to become friends! Honestly, how confident were you when you knocked that guy down with the rocket-headed headbutt? At least ten out of ten, right?”
After wrapping the thug in multiple layers of sealing spells and leaving only his nostrils to breathe, Luxianbei satisfiedly approached Huasang, chatting with her.
Huasang, “…”
As she fell silent, Luxianbei’s hand silently rested on her shoulder.
“By the way, considering the time, the Special Action Team should be here within three minutes. Can you help me out a bit later and say I had a part in subduing the thug? We’ve met several times, so we should be considered friends, right? In the outside world, we rely on friends; you help me this time, and I’ll help you next time; it’s great!”
“Oh, right, I forgot to ask, do you like Bai Xiaohua? If you like her too, then I think our relationship could progress from friends to best friends!”
What is Bai Xiaohua… Wait! Huasang was about to complain when suddenly she remembered something and trembled slightly.
With difficulty, she lifted her head, peeking through her messy hair at the chattering Luxianbei, then slowly shifted her gaze down to the hand resting on her shoulder as her eyes widened gradually.
Luxianbei had been spouting nonsense, and the direct contact time with her had long exceeded ten seconds, yet he seemed unaffected by the corrosion.
At least on the surface, he still appeared normal.
How could this be? Why is he fine?
Could it be that his spirit energy fluctuation level has caught up to that of the Elder of the Sect?
Impossible, absolutely impossible! Huasang’s mind trembled.
The next moment, as her mental defenses crumbled, her spirit patterns, already on the brink of losing control, seized the opportunity, surging fiercely within her in a previously unseen violent state.
In an instant, it felt as if over a hundred heavy trucks were crashing inside her, sending unbearable pain coursing throughout her body.
In her mind, the turtle’s roar reached a deafening crescendo, threatening to shatter her sanity.
In the panic, she couldn’t care less about what would happen to Luxianbei; her only concern was what would happen to all the ordinary people within the airport.
So, gritting her teeth and ignoring the possibility of severe injury or even d*ath, she activated the spiritual seal amidst the severely unstable spirit pattern state.
Turtles and snakes can coexist symbiotically, can suppress each other, or can… k*ll each other to d*ath.
However, just as her uncontrolled spirit energy burst forth, ready to draw upon the power of the seal for mutual destruction.
She suddenly realized that a portion of the excess night erosion level spirit energy she was carrying had inexplicably vanished, as if something had drawn it away.
Thus, the pressure abruptly decreased.
At that moment, once again, Luxianbei’s voice rang in her ear.
“Whoa, why are you trembling so much? Are you cold and wet? The Special Action Team has arrived; how about I take you to find a place to take a hot shower and change clothes? After this mess, there’s no way today’s flight is taking off.”
“If it comes down to it, I’ll find a large suitcase later, stuff you in it, and send you back to the Dachunyang Palace. How does that sound?” Luxianbei said seriously.
Huasang was momentarily taken aback, glancing at the members of the Special Action Team, disguised as special police officers, questioning and calming the crowd at the terminal, and then turned her gaze back to Luxianbei, narrowing her eyes.
Is it him? Did he just absorb my spirit energy? No way, right?
Although there are spirit patterns capable of purifying night erosion, as far as she knew, Ifrit’s spirit patterns do not have such an effect.
Could it be that he has some unknown secret or special artifact? Huasang wondered.
Her long hair hung down, obscuring her face, her pale skin, cold-blooded eyes, and thick dark circles made her look like she walked straight out of a horror film without needing any makeup.
Being silently gazed at by such a girl, Luxianbei felt a chill down his spine and awkwardly forced a couple of dry laughs, “Haha, I was just joking, don’t take it seriously!”
“How could I possibly stuff someone into a suitcase and send them off in the mail? How about I first help you find a place to take a shower?”
Huasang stared at Luxianbei in silence for two seconds, then nodded, “Yeah, carry me.”
“What? Are you my grandparent? Why should I carry you…”
“…” Huasang shot a resentful look at Luxianbei without saying a word.
“Fine, I’ll carry you!” Luxianbei grimaced, “But when we arrive, you have to tell everyone that I helped subdue the thug.”
“Mm.” Huasang softly replied, unceremoniously climbing onto Luxianbei’s shoulders, then closed her eyes, entering a meditative state, beginning to visualize the “Zoujiao Map” in her mind.
Even though part of the runaway spirit energy inexplicably vanished, temporarily improving her condition, she still needed to stabilize completely through visualization and further suppression.
