Chapter 135: The Target Of The Prank Is You
When Jiang Ce arrived, Bai Qing and Zhang Ze Xing were still fighting fiercely, but he did not spot Wei Lao’s figure at the scene.
In other words, Wei Lao’s target was not this battlefield.
Jiang Ce silently confirmed his previous guess in his heart: Wei Lao had probably really gone to intercept Yan Yi and the others.
He could not help but feel a bit worried about this; he was concerned that drawing out someone even more powerful than the Gluttonous Ghost would make the situation spiral out of control.
After all, fishing in troubled waters was not something you could just casually pull off—if the water was too murky, you might not catch the fish before you yourself fell in.
In the end, with Jiang Ce’s current ability, he was still far from qualified to participate in higher-level games.
He planned to secretly try using the jade pendant to contact Song Yuntian, but after just taking out the jade pendant, he gave up on the idea.
What if Wei Lao had really gone to block them? Contacting Song Yuntian at this time would be no different from sending a text to a pair of lovey-dovey lovers: My husband isn’t home—come over quick!
Though the metaphor might be a bit abstract, the reason was exactly that.
So Jiang Ce had no other options besides anxiously waiting for the result.
Watching the flashy fight not far away, he thought that the sorcery he could use now could not be called embarrassing, but it was certainly a bit lackluster.
Bai Qing unleashed another Ghost Hand from a tricky angle, but Zhang Ze Xing easily neutralized it, shattered it with Lightning Magic, and it fell to the ground as a pile of shredded meat before turning into black smoke.
As the battle dragged on, the ghosts and monsters power in his body was depleting even faster, and his stamina was starting to flag. In contrast, Zhang Ze Xing’s skills were all accumulated down-to-earth, bit by bit; after adapting to Bai Qing’s rhythm, he fought steadily and gradually gained the upper hand.
On top of that, Bai Qing was growing increasingly irritable because reinforcements should have arrived by now, yet he still had not seen them—and to make matters worse, his connection with the shadow reborn from the defiled earth had been severed not long ago.
This meant Xiao Lin had likely broken free and was heading this way.
He was now struggling to fend off Zhang Ze Xing’s attacks, whose power was rising like waves; once Xiao Lin arrived, facing two at once, the outcome was predictable.
Bai Qing dodged a despicable low lightning strike from Zhang Ze Xing, sidestepped, and spotted Jiang Ce spectating not far away, which ignited nameless fury in him—if not for Jiang Ce’s brazen antics outside the building being so hateful, he could have held out longer using the building; he never would have come out.
What was even more infuriating was that this kid was not just spectating now—there were two blurry characters “weak sauce” hovering above his head, formed from turbid Daoist Qi!
This was like two top laners duking it out in the river, and a sprinting cat zipping by to drop a ward—extremely insulting.
So Bai Qing took a Lightning Magic hit from Zhang Ze Xing just to forcefully free up his remaining few Ghost Hands to grab at Jiang Ce.
Seeing the two charging toward him mid-fight, Jiang Ce was startled and dodged to the side.
But as a Jianghu sorcerer, how could he match Bai Qing? He had broken through before only because the other had underestimated him, but now with the latter on guard, it was like a lion fighting a rabbit with full force—Jiang Ce had merely dropped a ward and shown his position before being locked down.
Zhang Ze Xing watched Bai Qing ferociously pounce toward Jiang Ce, but he was too far away to catch up in time.
He did not care about Jiang Ce’s life or death, but he understood that the Celestial Master’s Mansion was now bound to the latter—if Jiang Ce got killed right in front of him, it would be a loss of face, not to mention the Celestial Master’s Mansion would be done for too.
So Zhang Ze Xing’s hands began forming seals at an absurd speed, so fast that they blurred into a flesh-colored shadow; in less than a second, he had formed countless seals.
“Decree!”
Before the words finished echoing, two bolts of purple celestial thunder already struck down from the sky.
One struck toward Zhang Ze Xing, the other toward a pile of ruins.
“Hm?” Zhang Ze Xing had just shown a puzzled expression when he was teleported to some remote corner; looking up, he bumped into a moss-covered stone slab overhead.
Meanwhile, Jiang Ce appeared in a daze at the spot where Zhang Ze Xing had just stood.
Meanwhile, Bai Qing, with his back facing him, charged toward that self that was emitting a glaring mark.
Thus, the instinctive “Zhang Ze Xing, fuck your brother” hadn’t even left his mouth when Jiang Ce covered his own mouth to avoid being caught by Bai Qing.
At the same time, in Zhang Ze Xing’s field of vision, Bai Qing pounced toward “Jiang Ce,” and with one strike, that lifelike “Jiang Ce” that even he couldn’t distinguish as real or fake exploded. Turbid Daoist Qi, majestic Buddhist Charm, and Righteous Qi spewing black fire, along with a mass of Mental Energy filled with negative Emotions, all burst forth, splattering entirely onto Bai Qing’s face.
Bai Qing’s mental journey during this process divided into three stages: Little bitch, I’ll risk my life to kill you; Hmm? The feel is off; Fuck your mom, I got tricked!
What followed closely was even denser fury along with a bout of heart-piercing pain.
Those mixed-up various elements followed his Eyes as well as mouth and nose, directly invading the weak points of his Body.
No matter how cold a man is, his rectum is hot, just like no matter how powerful Bai Qing’s physical Body is, his defenses are not without blind spots.
Zhang Ze Xing had just pushed aside the stone Debris from overhead when he noticed that Bai Qing’s Eyes were already bloodshot, both Eyes involuntarily shedding bloody tears.
He drew in a sharp breath of cold air, vaguely guessing in his heart what had just happened.
Jiang Ce had somehow created a clone indistinguishable from his true body, fooling not only himself but also Bai Qing. Although the results of that clone’s explosion were mediocre, with no lethality beyond disgust, that was for a Heaven-Reaching Dharma Master; if it were a Jianghu sorcerer of strength comparable to Jiang Ce’s, they’d likely be crippled even if not dead.
Zhang Ze Xing could already commune with heaven and earth, so he could naturally sense that the intertwined concoction, fit to be called a biochemical weapon, was insidious—not only extremely corrosive but also damaging to Merit. This was why inhaling those things meant certain death or crippling, with no hope of Promotion and even direct regression of cultivation. For a Cultivator, wasn’t that just being crippled?
He felt an inexplicable wariness in his heart; this bizarre Ability had already led him to classify the currently non-threatening Jiang Ce as a dangerous target. He had no doubt that once Jiang Ce achieved Heaven-Reaching Dharma Master in the future, he could use the same method to directly regress them, those with accomplished Cultivation, on the spot.
Thinking this, Zhang Ze Xing did not stop the movements of his hands; he knew that now was the best moment to finish off Bai Qing.
Earlier, he had taken his Sorcery with his back to drag Jiang Ce down with him before death, which was injuring the enemy by a thousand while damaging himself by eight hundred—a desperate death struggle at the cost of his life. Now, having been tricked by Jiang Ce again, it was precisely the moment of greatest frustration and powerlessness; if not fully taken down now, then when?
“Lightning Ancestor, aid me!”
Zhang Ze Xing shouted loudly, and heaven and earth shifted as a nine-story treasure pagoda materialized out of thin air.
Purple light erupted around it, fine Debris lightning seeming to divide the surrounding space into countless fragments. As soon as it pressed down, it caused the surrounding space to begin distorting.
“Fuck, wall-breaker!”
Jiang Ce couldn’t believe the spectacle he saw; he rubbed his Eyes, but as soon as he made a sound, the red-eyed, irrational Bai Qing extended another Ghost Hand from underground, grabbing Jiang Ce’s ankle and dragging him toward himself.
Zhang Ze Xing’s expression changed; once the nine-story Lightning Pagoda appeared, it had to suppress the evil anomaly and couldn’t be withdrawn. Forcing it back would backlash on himself—lightly wasting his entire Cultivation, heavily leading to death and Dao dissipation.
Watching as Jiang Ce began smashing fiercely with the Great Cauldron in his left hand and slashing wildly with Sword Qi in his right, yet still unable to deal with that Ghost Hand, although he knew the consequences were severe, Zhang Ze Xing could only sigh.
Without the slightest hesitation, he began forcibly withdrawing his technique.
His own life compared to the Celestial Master’s Mansion’s thousand-year foundation was utterly insignificant.
But at that moment, a Talisman descended from the sky, lightly attaching to that Ghost Hand. In the blink of an eye, the entire Ghost Hand burst into flames.
Xiao Lin grabbed the wriggling, maggot-like Jiang Ce by the scruff of his neck and yanked him back forcefully.
“Good thing we made it.”
The moment the Talisman appeared, Zhang Ze Xing also stopped withdrawing, letting the Lightning Pagoda fall. Just as Xiao Lin uttered his final word, the pagoda base completely covered Bai Qing.
“Dong!”
A wisp of green smoke sizzled from the Lightning Pagoda, just like an insignificant fly electrocuted on a mosquito swatter, without raising the slightest ripple.
Jiang Ce let out a sigh of relief, smiling as he said, “We’re awesome, the three of us.”
Who would have thought that my mentor called me to the construction site this week? I was supposed to start updating early, but because I live at the construction site, I had no chance to write at all. I get up early in the morning, go to the construction site for a tour, eat breakfast, then go to the office to draw diagrams. In the afternoon, the white hat points and comments, and I have to nod and bow. In the evening, I go to the construction site for another tour, watching the excavators rampage freely. After a whole day, I feel like I haven’t done anything, yet also like I’ve done a lot. By the time I get back to that dorm prefab filled with foot odor and sweat smell at night, I don’t even have the energy to wash up, let alone write on my mobile phone. It’s truly exhaustion from the inside out; I just want to sleep. At such times, I can’t help but recall what I said in my junior year: “I’m a junior, and I think this major is pretty good; it’s easy to find work after graduation. Nowadays, many other majors don’t have good job prospects. Seeing many fresh graduates complain about how tough the construction site is, I think if they can’t endure this bit of hardship, they definitely won’t make it in anything else.” Hilarious, pure idiot. Today I told the white hat I wasn’t feeling well and was going to the hospital, took half a day off, then wrote a chapter at the internet cafe. Tomorrow I plan to find a way to escape back to school. After four days, I’m falling apart; if I don’t rest for a couple of days, I think I might not make it to graduation, wuwuwu
