Chapter 66 – Confronting the Yaksha

“Choosing Chu Lingluo as a teammate was definitely the right decision.”

Soon, Mu Lin realized that Chu Lingluo’s role on the battlefield was no less significant than his own.

On the brutal battlefield, injuries were inevitable.

The abilities of demonic monsters were strange and insidious, often causing poisoning or contamination by corpse qi, demonic energy, or baleful qi.

Some soldiers would also exhaust their stamina after intense fighting.

At such times, Chu Lingluo would appear like an angel.

The Spring Return Art healed wounds, the Purification Art dispelled negative conditions.

The Vitality Art replenished the energy of soldiers who had depleted their stamina.

With these three consecutive actions, over a dozen near-death individuals were saved, and dozens of poisoned soldiers recovered unharmed.

Moreover, twenty to thirty brave warriors regained their combat capabilities.

With this increase in strength and decrease in losses, the situation on the battlefield became increasingly favorable for Mu Lin and his allies.

After this incident, Mu Lin felt even more embarrassed about his earlier attempt to change Chu Lingluo’s mindset.

A Chu Lingluo like this—not only could she avoid the battlefield if she wished, but even if she went, her abilities to heal, dispel, and restore others’ stamina made her the cherished treasure of teammates, generals, and commanders alike.

After all, on the battlefield, injuries, poisoning, and exhaustion were tantamount to death.

With Chu Lingluo present, especially if she was on good terms with you, the survival rate of teammates would increase by at least eighty percent.

Under such circumstances, who would dare not befriend Chu Lingluo?

Even if someone wanted to harm her, countless people who relied on her would step forward to protect her.

‘So, while a pure heart might be a disadvantage for others, Chu Lingluo had nothing to fear.’

As Mu Lin reflected, thanks to his schemes and Chu Lingluo’s healing, the situation on the battlefield completely reversed.

Some demonic monsters, sensing defeat, even began considering retreat.

Soon, some truly fled.

As one demonic monster retreated, the others collapsed like a landslide, leading to a complete rout.

“Kill!”

Naturally, the human side would not let them escape.

Whether Qi Refiners, martial artists among the soldiers, or generals, all fought with all their might to intercept and kill the demonic monsters.

Mu Lin was no exception.

Using his Paper Folding demonic monsters, Mu Lin continuously cast curses, targeting one slightly stronger monster after another.

When the demonic monsters fled the battlefield, Mu Lin’s Main Body did not pursue them.

Instead, he released dozens of Paper Cranes he had folded in advance—stored in Chu Lingluo’s storage bag—to track the fleeing monsters.

Meanwhile, Mu Lin’s Main Body searched the battlefield for traces of the monsters’ blood. With his enhanced Divine Soul and powerful memory, he matched each bloodstain to the corresponding monster’s appearance.

Then, using these bloodstains, he folded countless paper demonic monsters and proceeded to cast curses.

As Mu Lin’s curses took effect, the fleeing monsters soon discovered in terror that their escape was futile.

While fleeing, their legs would suddenly go limp as if slashed by a blade.

Or they would experience intense heart pain or dizziness, all of which hindered their escape.

In such a state, they were easily caught up by the pursuing human soldiers and cut down.

Curse, curse, curse…

With his insidious Paper Figure Curse, Mu Lin schemed against the fleeing monsters one by one.

Even the flying Yaksha were not spared.

It was powerful, and the Yaksha excelled in combat, fearless of life and death, even viewing the scars on its body as marks of valor.

Under normal circumstances, this would be a good thing, but encountering Mu Lin became its tragedy.

During its fierce battle with the human soldiers, due to its disregard for pain, it failed to dodge several times, allowing the soldiers’ weapons to be stained with the Yaksha’s blood.

Using this blood as a medium, Mu Lin naturally crafted a Cursed Paper Figure of the Yaksha.

Then, several rust-stained Coffin Nails, tainted with ominous bloodstains, were taken out by Mu Lin.

—The Coffin Nails were made of paper and colored with red paint to appear aged.

At the same time, within Mu Lin’s Mindscape, there were also Coffin Nails, driven into the coffin lid and tainted by the Sky Burial Power.

Now, Mu Lin exhaled a breath of living energy.

“Hoo…”

The Taiyin Life-Nurturing Qi, combined with the divine sense from his Mindscape, imbued the Coffin Nails with power, transforming them from mere paper nails into temporary ominous Mystic Treasures.

  Holding these seven Coffin Nails, Mu Lin prepared to drive them one by one into the head, chest, and feet of the Yaksha Paper Figure.

However, before Mu Lin could act.

“Whoosh!” A green-black shadow, riding the wind, suddenly charged from a distance.

It was the Yaksha. Its wild instincts had sensed danger, prompting it to return to the battlefield.

And that trace of flying bloodline allowed it to shake off its pursuers.

“Damn!”

“I was careless. I shouldn’t have let my Main Body come out!”

“Brother Mu, be careful…”

The sudden return of the Flying Yaksha plunged Mu Lin into peril.

Especially since, although Chu Lingluo’s Heaven-Human Synchronization was powerful and her ability to diminish presence was extraordinary, no matter how extraordinary, this ability could not make Mu Lin and Chu Lingluo vanish into thin air under the Yaksha’s watchful gaze.

It had worked earlier because the battlefield was chaotic, and no one had noticed Mu Lin, allowing them to remain hidden.

“B-Brother Mu, you go first. I’ll hold it off.”

The appearance of the Yaksha frightened Chu Lingluo, but she still mustered her courage to stand in front of Mu Lin.

However, the next moment, she was pulled behind him by Mu Lin.

“Don’t talk nonsense. Besides, there’s no need to run. We haven’t reached the point of despair yet.”

While encouraging Chu Lingluo, Mu Lin sighed:

“We have no choice but to fight… I hope the others sense something wrong and return quickly.”

As he prayed, Mu Lin wasted no time, commanding six Yellow Turban Warriors to intercept the Flying Yaksha.

“Whoosh!”

Then, effortlessly, Mu Lin’s six Yellow Turban Warriors were pierced through by the Flying Yaksha.

Its strength was too great, its speed too fast.

Even within the Gushing Spring Realm, this Yaksha was no weakling.

In contrast, Mu Lin’s Yellow Turban Warriors only possessed Cultivation Levels at the Spirit Awakening Realm, and even that was at the martial artist level—nowhere near the same tier as the Flying Yaksha.

With just a casual exchange, two Yellow Turban Warriors were impaled by its Steel Fork.

However, the next moment, its body stiffened, and a flicker of pain appeared on its face.

Mu Lin’s Coffin Nail had pierced through the forehead of the paper Yaksha.

“You… deserve to die!”

This strike was remarkably effective, but it also caused the Yaksha to abandon the Yellow Turban Warriors and charge fiercely toward Mu Lin.

As the Yaksha drew near, Mu Lin’s situation grew perilous to the extreme. Yet, at this moment, his heart remained utterly calm—so much so that he even felt he had a chance to turn the tables.

“I’m not defeated yet!”

“Hum…”

With icy composure, Mu Lin abruptly activated his innate spell—Serpent Transformation.

As the innate ability took effect, his eyes instantly transformed into the vertical pupils of a serpent, and his body became densely covered in dark, glossy scales.

After the Serpent Transformation, Mu Lin’s physical strength increased dramatically.

Of course, with a Spirit Awakening-level physique, Mu Lin was no match for the Flying Yaksha in any case, nor did he intend to engage in close combat with it.

The Serpent Transformation was solely to amplify his other spell.

“Inhale…”

After transforming, Mu Lin first took a deep breath, then forcefully exhaled it.

“Exhale…”

With his exhalation, billowing Black Mist surged from his mouth.

The mist was so dense that one could not see their own hand in front of their face. Under Mu Lin’s full exertion, an area of over ten meters in radius was soon plunged into pitch darkness.

And as Mu Lin continued to exert himself, the range of the Black Mist kept expanding.

【Blackwater Profound Serpent Mortal Shedding Art – Swallowing Clouds Spitting Mist – Black Mist】

(End of Chapter)