Chapter 377: Enchantment Technique! The Eighteen Layers of Hell! Great Terror!

The leaves rustled softly, and cold wind whistled through the air. Huangfeng Ridge was sparsely populated, so much so that ghosts could easily take up residence.

The wind carried a faint stench of blood, chilling one to the bone.

Deep within a shadowy cavern, a young scholar and a burly man with a thick beard sat facing each other. This cave was the entrance leading to the sealed land.

After much effort and scheming, the two had finally located it within the borders of Wei City.

“Do you think that vixen from the Thousand Illusions Sect’s plan will actually work?” the young scholar asked in a low voice.

“We won’t know until we try,” the bearded man replied with a laugh. “In a place like Wei City, there can’t possibly be a third realm expert. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“I don’t know why,” the scholar said, frowning, “but I have a bad feeling. Something... feels wrong. I fear a mishap is coming.”

The bearded man froze. “Zhang Jian, you wait until now to say this? You’re not just trying to scare me, are you?”

He knew the scholar excelled at soul techniques, and it wasn’t surprising he’d have strange premonitions.

The scholar’s expression grew grave. “I suspect that madwoman Su Du has also come to Wei City. If our whereabouts are exposed, the first person to come for us will be her.”

At the mention of Su Du’s name, the bearded man’s face also changed color.

He hesitated for a moment, then snarled, “If that crazy woman dares to chase us here, we’ll just lure her straight into the sealed land and let the Sect Master deal with her!”

Apart from that, he had no courage to face Su Du himself. That woman didn’t care if you were of the Bare Body Sect or not, if she deemed you guilty, she would kill you without hesitation.

Among the Four Heavenly Kings of the Bare Body Sect, Su Du alone had no subordinates as she had killed them all...

Footsteps echoed from outside the cave, and the bearded man looked up. Song Ya entered, leading a stunningly beautiful woman inside. Purity and sensual charm intertwined perfectly in the newcomer.

Her features were exquisite and flawless, and her mature allure made her all the more captivating.

“This is the innkeeper of the Taiping Inn,” Song Ya said. “She’s also the young Daoist’s lover.”

The bearded man grinned. “Didn’t expect such a small place like Wei City to have a woman this beautiful.”

Song Ya frowned slightly.

What’s with him? Isn’t he supposed to be indifferent to women?

Even the young scholar’s eyes brightened as he licked his lips. “This woman’s not bad,” he said. “Keep her.”

The burly, bearded man frowned. “Zhang Jian, don’t you dare try to steal her from me!”

The young scholar sneered. “A fair lady is meant for a gentleman to pursue. What would a brute like you understand?”

“Oh? Sounds like you’re looking for a fight!” The bearded man’s brows knit together, murderous intent flickering in his eyes.

“You think I’d be afraid of you?” the scholar shot back coldly.

Song Ya was speechless. What the hell was happening!? Were these two messing with her!?

Just moments ago, their expressions were perfectly normal, and now they were about to fight over a woman!?

Song Ya glanced at the innkeeper lady beside her, and to her shock, an uncontrollable surge of possessiveness welled up from deep inside her.

This woman... she’s mine!

Then suddenly, from the jade pipa in her arms, a cool current of spiritual energy surged forth, instantly clearing the haze from Song Ya’s mind.

Gasp!

She couldn’t help but take a sharp breath and step back in alarm.

“An enchantment technique!?” Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the innkeeper lady.

At once, she lifted the jade pipa, and...

Ding!

A crisp note rang out from the jade pipa. In the same instant, an invisible wave spread through the cavern, enveloping both the scholar and the bearded man.

The two men blinked, as though waking from a dream. When their eyes met, both were filled with shock and dread.

“What’s going on!?” the bearded man growled, his face dark.

The previously cold and eerie cavern was now thick with a suffocating murderous aura, the kind that only came from someone who’d slaughtered countless lives.

Song Ya kept a wary eye on the innkeeper lady, but then noticed something strange: this beautiful woman, who should have been under the influence of the Bewitchment Technique and her consciousness blurred, was instead smiling faintly, the corners of her lips curling upward in a cold, almost disappointed smirk.

“So it’s just the three of you? I was expecting something more impressive,” the innkeeper said with a soft shake of her head.

Her presence carried a quiet but undeniable power.

Song Ya frowned. “You’re not affected by myBewitchment Technique!?”

The innkeeper’s lips curved into a sultry smile. “What do you think, little bitch?”

Hearing this, Song Ya fell silent.

“What the hell is going on!?” the bearded man barked coldly.

Even Song Ya was a bit stunned now. She’d thought she’d captured an ordinary woman to use as a hostage... but it turned out this one was also a cultivator!?

“Since you’re here,” Song Ya snapped, her voice sharp and cold, “you won’t be leaving!”

This task was hers to complete, and if anything went wrong, the connection with this branch of the Bare Body Sect would be completely severed!

Shhh! Shhh! Shhh!

Frosty razor-sharp spikes shot from Song Ya’s fingertips, and she viciously clawed straight for the innkeeper’s flawless face. As the deputy leader of the Thousand Illusions Sect, Song Ya’s techniques were extraordinarily fierce, and her cultivation was at the intermediary second realm. Her strike now was filled with pure, murderous intent.

“Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!” the innkeeper shouted coldly, clenching her jade-white fist before slamming it directly into Song Ya’s chest!

Boom!

Song Ya’s body turned into a blurred afterimage, smashing violently into the stone wall of the cave. Fragments of rock exploded outward, dust billowing everywhere!

“...” The young scholar was dumbstruck.

“...” So was the bearded man.

This scene was far too bizarre. That woman actually possessed such terrifying strength!?

The innkeeper’s eyes brightened; a dazzling smile spread across her face.

“He wasn’t wrong,” she said cheerfully. “Yelling out the move’s name before attacking is

indeed

kind of cringe... but damn, it feels good.”

The young scholar’s brows furrowed. What was this woman

saying

!?

He turned to check on Song Ya and froze. Her chest was deeply caved in, her breastbone completely shattered; she was already dead.

Then, a brilliant light burst from Song Ya’s body. It took the form of a heavenly maiden holding a jade pipa with her eyes closed, her face twisted with venomous hatred. It was a manifestation of her primordial spirit!

“Who in the world are you!?” The celestial avatar demanded in shock.

The innkeeper’s lips curved into a sultry, playful smile. “Take a guess.”

The avatar’s expression darkened with fury.

She plucked the strings of her jade pipa, and demonic tones filled the air, echoing through the cavern.

The young scholar and the bearded man exchanged a glance and instantly attacked together. This woman was too strange and too dangerous!

But before they could even get close...

BOOM!

The jade pipa in the avatar’s hands shattered outright, and a wave of immense spiritual force blasted the two men backward. The heavenly maiden’s face turned pale with terror, as the innkeeper’s hand had already clamped around her throat.

Her divine light flickered wildly.

“Trying to take me hostage?” the innkeeper sneered.

A vast, divine aura erupted from her, and both the scholar and the bearded man collapsed to their knees on the spot, with their scalps prickling and their minds reeling.

What kind of

monster

had Song Ya brought back!?

“Ahhhh!”

The heavenly avatar let out a shrill, agonized scream, struggling desperately, but no matter how she thrashed, she could not break free from the innkeeper’s grasp. Her body felt as though it were being sliced apart by a thousand sabers, as if she were burning alive in endless flames, an agony beyond words.

And yet, in the innkeeper’s palm glimmered a divine light that kept her consciousness intact, preventing her soul from shattering. Which made it all the more cruel.

From the depths of Song Ya’s fading mind, a great and boundless terror surged forth.

Before her eyes, the Eighteen Levels of Hell unfolded, and within them, she was subjected to every form of torment imaginable. Though her primordial spirit’s thoughts moved as swiftly as lightning, in that single instant, Song Ya seemed to experience countless tortures and endless years of agony. Her form was twisted and broken beyond recognition!