Chapter 745: Heavenly Master Nine Word Command

As soon as he finished talking, Zhang Lingyang charged toward the woman once more, the Demon Suppressing Saber spinning in his hand and drawing a demon suppressing rune in the air.

He swung his saber, but the five withered corpses behind the woman rushed out at the same time. One of them stood in front of the woman and took his attack head on, disintegrating into a pile of ashes as a result. The other four attacked him from multiple directions.

In response, Zhang Lingyang flipped his palm upward to reveal three flowers that sprouted six leaves.

“Three Flowers Six Leaves Palm”

In one palm strike, he sent the four corpses flying through the air like rag dolls. Lightning burst out of their body and disintegrated them into ash as well.

“Tsk tsk… you think that a couple of walking trash is enough to stop I, Zhang Lingyang? You could control everyone here, and you still wouldn’t be able to defeat me!”

Zhang Lingyang scoffed and tried to attack the woman again, but he had just twitched a muscle when he felt a blast of wind behind his back. With a step in and a spin, he traded places with his ambusher and struck him at the back of his head.

Bang!

It was like he was striking a gong, except that the impact was dull and fleshy. The ambusher immediately collapsed in a heap.

The woman gave him no time to breathe though. A couple more warriors attacked him, and one of them was even a Grandmaster.

“You’re actually going to try and overwhelm me with numbers?!”

Zhang Lingyang rolled his eyes. He didn’t want to make a big fuss about this, but it would seem that he had no choice but to get serious.

While holding the Heavenly Master Five Thunder Seal in his right hand, Zhang Lingyang pressed his tongue against the palate and growled thunder in his abdomen. When the noise climbed up to his mouth, it transformed into the word “Bright”.

When the word left his lips, a strong wind swept the hall as if it was the command of a god, and the sound reverberated throughout the area.

“Heavenly Master Nine Word Command: Bright”

The Heavenly Master Nine Word Command was a secret art passed down within the Heavenly Master Mansion of Dragon Tiger Mountain. The nine words were Heaven, Clear, Earth, Bright, Dragon, Tiger, Home, and One. Each word possessed their own unique uses, all of them were incredibly powerful.

Of the nine words, “Bright” was the one that sounded most like the rebuke of a god. It possessed the power to suppress evil influences and clear the mind, and it was best used to awaken those whose minds had been bewitched by evil spirits.

That was why he was using it right now. He was hoping to awaken the bewitched warriors and stop them from attacking him.

Unfortunately for him, his attackers and the rest of the group only blinked once as if they were about to jolt back to reality. Then, their eyes glazed over, and their assault on Zhang Lingyang resumed.

“Now how is this possible?”

Zhang Lingyang looked like he had seen a ghost. The Heavenly Master Nine Word Command had never failed him before, but then again, there was always a first time. He had no choice but to defend himself.

That wasn’t all. While Zhang Lingyang was kept busy, the rest of the group continued to walk up to the woman and feed her fresh blood.

As she consumed more blood, the woman’s face began to turn rosier and rosier. Somehow, she looked even more attractive than before.

Unable to break free from his attackers, Zhang Lingyang had no choice but to shout, “Hello? We’re all going to die if that woman comes back to life! Stop pretending and help me already!”

“I thought you said you could handle all of us at the same time, Little Heavenly Master? A mere spirit should be no problem for you.”

In the crowd, Chu Wangsun closed his book and said slowly. His tone was cold and indifferent as if he was just stating a fact.

“Nonsense! Don’t you know who I am, Brother Chu? I am the handsome, compassionate and low-key Zhang Lingyang! I would never make such a shameless comment! You must have heard wrong!” Zhang Lingyang declared without a shred of shame whatsoever. “Anyway, help me already, Brother Chu! Who knows what might happen if we take too long?”

Chu Wangsun did not respond. Instead, he took one step forward and appeared in front of the woman in the blink of an eye. Then, he swung his book at the woman’s forehead.

As the book descended, the image of an ancient sage appeared behind his back, and the sound of wind, rain, and recitations filled everyone’s ears. Be it family, national, or global matters, all matters deserved a book of its own. Therefore, one might say that a book contained the weight of an entire world.

The warriors who attempted to stop him were immediately brought to their knees. Then, the book struck the woman squarely in the forehead.

𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

BOOM!

There was a deafening noise. The hall shook, and both the woman and the throne sank three inches into the ground. They were fine though. If anything, it was Chu Wangsun’s book that shattered into a million pieces.

Chu Wangsun lifted an eyebrow. It wasn’t just because his “A Book, A World” failed to deal any damage to the woman whatsoever, but also because the controlled crowd were charging toward him with reckless abandon.

His expression remained calm, however. He lifted one finger and brought it down on the woman’s forehead. At the same time, one man covered his back with a storm of sword qi, and another chanted Buddhist mantras to shield him from danger.

They were Defeated and the Holy Son of Maitreya. Clearly, they too had snapped out of the woman’s influence.

Chu Wangsun knew they would help him in a timely fashion. That was why he didn’t bother to cover his back.

He simply needed to focus on what was in front of him.

This time though, he wasn’t aiming at the woman; not exactly. He was aiming at the peachwood nail on her forehead.

Right before Chu Wangsun’s finger would hit the nail, the woman on the throne opened her lips a little and made a little murmur.

It was a soft, lazy voice as if she had awoken from a good night’s sleep. It was also one of the sexiest voices anyone had ever heard in their life.

Such was her voice that Chu Wangsun’s finger slowed down considerably. At the same time, reluctance, pain, and hesitation flitted through his eyes.

“Brother Chu! Wake up!”

Seeing this, Zhang Lingyang shouted like a thunderclap once more. The fluttering books and recitations above Chu Wangsun’s head also shaved away at the woman’s influence.

Thanks to this, Chu Wangsun quickly regained his consciousness and resumed his attack.

His finger finally made contact with the peachwood nail, and…

Nothing.

That was it.

He could not push further no matter what. Why?

It was because the woman was slowly opening her eyes.

When the woman’s eyes fluttered open, all seemed to fade away into nothing except hers.

There was no one and nothing who would not be moved by such beauty.

That was why Chu Wangsun succumbed.

Zhang Lingyang, Defeated and the Holy Son of Maitreya too lost themselves in her body.

Everyone was wearing an infatuated, crazed expression.

“Hmm…”

The woman wanted to move after she opened her eyes, but the second she tried, mysterious runes abruptly sprung out of the peacewood nail stuck in her forehead. At the same time, it emitted some sort of demonic sound that caused the woman’s face to become contorted in pain.

Her painful expression was such that everyone could not help but sympathize with her. They could not help but think that such an expression did not fit a woman like her.

“Repentance? You want me to repent? Keep dreaming, Li Hentian!”

Suddenly, the woman broke into a smile. It was a smile that could topple cities in an instant.

All at once, the bewitched warriors raised their hands and cut open their wrists. The woman’s vermillion lips parted a little, and streams of blood flew toward her from every direction.

The streams of blood were three inches from her lips when suddenly, they turned a corner and flew toward a separate direction.

“Hahaha… apologies, but I think I can make use of this blood better than you.”

There was a red-haired woman in red robes at the direction the blood was flying to. She looked a little pale for some reason. “What do you say, Brother Cui, Sister Qu?”

“I don’t need anything. I just want her. I only want her.”

An extremely handsome man stepped out of the crowd while staring intently at the woman, his face overflowing with infatuation and obsession. “She’s gorgeous. She’s

gorgeous

. I must stitch her into the most perfect Corpse Spirit in the world. We won’t be separated for all time.”

“In that case, I want that peachwood nail.”

A woman wearing a long palace dress too stepped out of the crowd and said.