Chapter 103 Altar

Neither Mr. Longjing on the Jiangshentai (Altar of Divine Descent), nor Hu Ma, nor even the Third Master Zhang, had expected the black-robed evil spirit who arrived late to possess such great abilities.

As the endless banners around him suddenly fluttered, with a wave of his wide sleeves, he erected an altar on the spot. The阴风 (yin winds) howled, all under the command of the altar's constructor.

The skill of the zouguiren (ghost walkers) lies in erecting altars.

Once an altar is established, they rule the area within, commanding the ghostly soldiers from all directions.

When he first appeared, he erected the altar on the stone platform, borrowing the platform's power.

But now, he was erecting the altar within the Wangsi Cheng (City of Wrongful Deaths), thereby establishing his rule within this city.

No one could say how long it had been since an altar had been erected within the Wangsi Cheng. After all, in the past twenty years, the Zougui sect had declined, with even fewer people crossing the bridge. Hu's family's greatest reliance, the Zhensuifu (Evil Suppression Bureau), merely guarded the important artifact of Yin and Yang.

"So it really is you..."

Oddly enough, even Hu Ma, a familiar face, was surprised, but the First Master Meng seemed unsurprised.

At this moment, his eyebrows were almost splitting apart as he saw the endless shadows behind the countless banners, gigantic shadows slowly crawling out along the banners.

Each massive shadow had infinite weight, giving the banners an indescribable, mountain-like power.

The shadows that climbed onto the banners were all the resentful ghosts of Wangsi Cheng.

No one, not even the Ten Surnames, could say how deep or large Wangsi Cheng was. It was immeasurable. Even with Mr. Longjing's great abilities, he could only awaken these resentful ghosts and use their resentment to cast enchants; he could not directly command their power.

After all, the Haishou (Harm Head) sect and the Zougui sect were fundamentally different.

If there was a place of evil where ghosts and gods caused trouble, the Haishou could use the evil place to enchant people, while the Zougui could directly summon and command ghosts and gods.

Summoning ghosts and spirits from above required negotiation and offerings. Failure was more common than success if they were not acquaintances and sufficient sacrifices were not made.

But the centuries-old ghosts, millennia-old vengeful souls, and even the remnants in the deepest parts of Wangsi Cheng had not been awakened for too long. Upon awakening, they were suppressed by endless resentment and anger. Now, with guidance, they all followed the banners and rose up.

"Eh?"

It had to be said that Erguotou (Double Distilled Liquor) himself was a bit懵 (mēng, confused) at this moment.

If another Zougui had come to erect the altar, even Hu Ma, using the altar-erecting method from the Zhensui Shu (Book of Suppressing Years), his altar would have collapsed long ago under the circumstances of summoning so many evil ghosts. The great ghosts of Wangsi Cheng were too heavy and could crush any altar.

But Erguotou had the Yin Yang Er Jing Pan (Yin Yang Two Scenery Plate) to help him, dispersing the weight and pressing it onto Wangsi Cheng.

Secondly...

...his Benming Lingmiao (Spiritual Temple of Natal Destiny) was simply too sturdy.

"Yin and Yang, Zhen Dan, clearly divided, soldiers and horses from all directions, heed my command, go!"

Erguotou, facing the rolling yin soldiers and ghost generals above, had no time to think. Purple Qi steamed from his eyes, nose, and mouth. The next moment, he gritted his teeth, stepped on the Gang step, pinched the Exorcism Seal, and pointed forcefully towards the front.

The next moment, *hu la la*!

The banners around him rose into the sky simultaneously, directly迎 (yíng, facing) the Meng family's family slaves, yin soldiers and ghost generals.

A scene that surprised everyone appeared.

The ancient and heavy resentful ghosts of Wangsi Cheng climbed up the banners, and countless bloody mouths opened suddenly.

The Meng family's groups of yin soldiers and ghost generals, filled with baleful aura, who could almost sweep everything within Wangsi Cheng, seemed like a school of fish in the deep sea encountering a giant shark, collapsing at the first touch.

When the massive yin energy collided, the Meng family's yin soldiers and ghost generals instantly shattered into pieces.

Countless yin soldiers were swallowed, the giant ghost array was scattered, and even the flags, gongs, and drums were destroyed in a chain reaction.

"Who exactly is he?"

Above, the Third Master Zhao was almost clinging to the wooden boat, looking down in terror.

But in the next moment, the ancient resentful ghosts that had rushed out of the altar below flew up using Erguotou's banners. The furious resentment instantly swept over them, tearing apart the ritual tents and wooden boats.

Not only the Zhang family's, but even the Meng family's.

The First Master Meng's own wooden boat was overturned, and the little ghosts serving him scattered in wails, he was filled with anger.

His three thousand yin soldiers couldn't withstand a single blow from the Hu family, giving him the feeling that the Hu family had completely overwhelmed the Meng family in terms of momentum. He roared, waved his sleeves, and shook off the resentful ghosts in front of him.

Then he flew out, his figure changing, and rolling baleful aura rose from his sleeves, a palm strike towards the altar below.

Banners from the altar surrounded him, and countless shadows wrapped around him.

But at this time, he had no time to care. The baleful aura on his body forced them back; he only needed to tear down the altar with one palm.

Ordinarily, when a fuling (burdened spirit) made a move, he had to calculate his remaining strength, and under no circumstances could he delay the things he carried on his back. Especially the Meng family's patriarch, who was carrying his ancestor on his back, dared not act rashly.

But this time, the First Master Meng, in his rage, did something unprecedented, even leaving his ancestor behind, focusing only on taking down the guy below.

"Holy crap, the Meng family's steward is that capable?"

Erguotou, facing the First Master Meng, was also terrified, instinctively wanting to abandon the altar and flee.

Even the Zi Taisui (Purple Tai Sui) he had poured into the gourd was about to be returned to the other party...

But he immediately realized that he couldn't escape. Once the First Master Meng made his move, he even suppressed the most ferocious resentful ghosts in Wangsi Cheng. Especially in this yin mansion, being targeted by him meant being targeted, unavoidable, and inescapable...

Forgetting about regretting his greed and underestimating the abilities of the Tongyin Meng family, Erguotou could only bite the bullet at this moment. He took seven steps in quick succession, forming a Big Dipper position within the altar.

Purple Qi steamed from each footprint. The next moment, he stood within the altar, his eyes cold, roaring in his chest to encourage himself, and then he raised his hand.

Power rose from the altar. Countless iron chains came from all directions of the yin mansion, wrapping around him.

This was the skill he had borrowed from the bridge.

Driven by his magic power, it was all added to this palm, firmly clashing with the First Master Meng's palm.

This wasn't even the power of the Yin Yang Er Jing Pan; it was a palm exchange based on his own abilities.

Of course, he took advantage of the timing and the terrain a little bit.

"Bang!"

Erguotou had taken advantage of the situation a little bit, but the First Master Meng had spent eight or nine tenths of his strength carrying his ancestor on his back, resisting the invasion of countless banners and resentful ghosts from Wangsi Cheng, deep in enemy territory, and even violating the taboo of dueling in a ghost walker's altar, confronting Erguotou in the altar head-on.

So he flew out.

As the rolling阴风 (yin wind) surged, Erguotou's altar shattered instantly. The banners flying around him shattered and floated away. Erguotou's face turned purple, and he heard the creaking and twisting sounds of his Benming Lingmiao (Spiritual Temple of Natal Destiny).

But he was still standing, while the First Master Meng suddenly flew out.

His body became somewhat transparent in that instant, smashing the wooden boats that came into contact with him and crushing countless little ghosts.

"This..."

The entire Wangsi Cheng fell into a moment of silence.

Those present, Hu Ma, the Third Master Zhang, Mr. Longjing, and the serving little ghosts, all saw this shocking scene.

Further out, because the commotion inside Wangsi Cheng was too great and no accurate news had been sent out for a long time, Zhao Sanyi of the Divine Hands Zhao family and Chen Abao of the Jiangtou Chen family, who had been guarding outside, finally couldn't hold back. They mustered their courage and ran into Wangsi Cheng.

After much hardship, they only wanted to take a look and understand the situation. But they didn't expect that as soon as they climbed here, they would see the scene of the First Master Meng and Erguotou exchanging blows.

They also saw the figure that had knocked the First Master Meng away.

"What the hell?"

The two of them felt the rolling阴风 (yin wind) blowing, as if cut by knives, and their expressions became incredibly shocked.

And wonderful.

Then, they looked at each other and silently retracted their heads.

Severing!

They made a decision to sever ties immediately!

Things were serious, and outsiders must not know that this was related to the Zhao and Chen families.

"Damn it, the Meng family's First Master was beaten by the Hu family's young one..."

"..."

"Holy crap, Brother Erguotou, he..."

On the stone platform, Hu Ma shuddered in shock: "No, isn't this a bit unreasonable?"

Admittedly, he had participated before and after, knew the inside story, and also knew that the First Master Meng's abilities might be limited now.

But so what?

He got hammered!

"The abilities of those evil spirits have become so great that they can..."

The Third Master Zhang's face turned ashen at this moment, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

At this moment, he finally stopped doubting the Meng family's intentions. This wasn't an attempt to weaken the Gui Ren Zhang's family fortune.

This, damn it, was clearly because they couldn't beat him...

"So, although they are careful, they still have abilities..."

In this chaos, Mr. Longjing on the Jiangshentai (Altar of Divine Descent) slowly put away the surprise on his face, and a bit of relief appeared in his eyes: "I really don't need to worry anymore. Tieguanyin (Iron Goddess of Mercy) doesn't need to be so tired staying here..."

In a soft sigh, he slowly raised his foot, passing through the Haishou Ten Gates, the 引机 (yin ji, engine of fate) accumulating momentum, gradually becoming complete.

"Since that's the case..."

He slowly raised his head and arched his hands high: "Guarding hell for twenty years, a cavity of grievances breaking the dragon's lair!"

"The sixth arrow is out, Gui Ren Zhang should fall..."