Chapter 108 Yamata no Orochi
As the paper crane disappeared into the vast night, the group, led by Master Jingyang, set off towards the mountains.
As a junior, Chen Cheng was protected by the group and didn't say anything, after all, it was the kindness of his senior uncles and elders. However, he was surprised to find that these elders were climbing the mountain at an extremely fast speed, and like him, they seemed to be able to see the steep mountain path clearly. Little did he know, they had already opened their Heavenly Eyes! He was even having trouble keeping up with Daoist Qianhe, and he was secretly amazed, thinking to himself that the more profound one's Daoist skills, the better one's physical coordination!
The group of seven hurried along, crossing streams and forests. After more than two hours, they were about to reach the summit. Chen Cheng did not feel tired at all. On the contrary, his senior uncles and elder brothers were also calm and composed, with even breathing and no signs of fatigue. Chen Cheng admired them even more.
At this moment, the group stopped, and Daoist Qianhe said, "My paper crane has been destroyed. It must have crashed into the formation. We can't rush in blindly. Let's observe carefully first."
"Fellow Daoist Qianhe is absolutely right. If we get caught in the formation, we can protect ourselves without any problem. But if we alert the enemy and let these demons and monsters escape, that would be terrible!"
Master Minglun, standing behind Chen Cheng, spoke up.
Seeing that everyone had stopped in place, Chen Cheng began to take off his Zhongshan suit and then took out Taoist robes and hats from their backpacks and put them on.
"Little one, the Taoist robe and crown are also one of our magical artifacts. Wearing them will give you the blessing of our ancestral master, and you can reduce the damage from Taoist attacks by one or two points!"
The Formless Immortal behind him smiled as he saw Chen Cheng's reaction.
"Hehe, I've heard my master mention it, but I don't have a Taoist robe yet."
Master Zijin: "Haha, a Taoist robe isn't something you can just wear whenever you want. You can buy them on the street, but those are just clothes. A real Taoist robe requires a Celestial Master to bestow a title upon you. Once your merits reach a certain level, you will receive a Taoist robe and crown bestowed by your ancestral master!"
"Thank you for your explanation, Master!"
"Master Qianhe and I will go scout ahead and see what kind of formation they have before we decide what to do!"
"Uncle-Master, let me go with you!"
"You can stay here with your senior brothers and sisters!"
"Senior Uncle, I met a formation spirit before, who is also a close friend of mine. With her around, I can sense any formation!"
"A formation spirit? What incredible luck do you have, kid? Formation spirits only appear in formations that are over a hundred years old!"
"Master Jingyang exclaimed in surprise."
"Hehe, Senior Uncle, it was also by chance that we met."
"Alright, in that case, we don't need to scout ahead. Let's all go together. With your spirit friends by our side, we'll achieve twice the result with half the effort!"
All the Taoist masters know that the array spirit formed in the great formation must be extremely powerful. With her around, there is really no need to worry about what kind of formation the other party has!
Chen Cheng was overjoyed: "Thank you, Senior Uncle!"
"Pah, who's your best friend?!"
Ling'er's dissatisfied voice echoed in Chen Cheng's mind.
"Are you not my close friend? Do you want to serve me as your master like Xia Chan did?"
"Dream on! I have lived for a thousand years. In my eyes, you are not even a little kid!"
"How do you know I'm not even a little kid? Did you peek at me while I was taking a shower?"
"You bastard, who's spying on you!"
Chen Cheng felt a sharp pain in his head, which made him grimace involuntarily.
"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll make sure your head keeps hurting."
"Oh dear, I know I was wrong, Ling'er. From now on, I'll just say I know a spirit array grandma, okay?"
"That sounds awful, just call me Ling'er!"
"Okay, okay, I understand!"
Chen Cheng said with a bitter face, and Ling'er remained silent.
The group carefully climbed to the top of the mountain. Looking around, they saw no temple buildings, only howling mountain winds and fallen leaves.
"We've come to the wrong place?"
"No, my paper cranes are heading towards the mountaintop!"
The group discussed it quietly.
"It's a hidden formation; you can't see anything inside it from the outside!"
Chen Cheng was about to ask Ling'er, but she spoke first.
Chen Cheng hurriedly told the others about the hidden formation.
"No wonder, there was a ghostly aura, but I couldn't see it. It seems that there are also highly skilled sorcerers in Japan!"
"Fellow Daoist Jingyang, we should also set up a formation to prevent any ghosts from escaping after we break through it!"
"Fellow Daoist Wuxiang is right. Let's join forces and set up a Spirit-Trapping Array!"
"good"!
It was unanimously approved by everyone!
Chen Cheng felt a surge of excitement. Just how powerful would a spirit-trapping array set up by six Taoist masters working together be? Not to mention a ghost king, even a ghost general would have a hard time breaking through!
Guided by Ling'er, the group arrived at the outer edge of the hidden array, dispersed to form an encirclement, and then each used a magical artifact as the array's core, silently reciting an incantation. With a shout from Master Jingyang:
"rise"!
Chen Cheng saw six dazzling golden lights shoot into the sky, like a golden net covering an area of several miles!
The authentic and powerful Taoist energy instantly broke through the hidden array, and the soaring ghost energy broke out of the array, but it was firmly suppressed in the air by the spirit-trapping array and could not penetrate out at all!
From within the black mist, a temple came into view. With a shout in Japanese, seven figures rushed out from several rooms, yelling incomprehensible gibberish. Behind them, ghostly figures gradually appeared: five ghost kings, over forty ghost cultivators, and hundreds of vengeful spirits. Chen Cheng's scalp tingled with fear! Seeing the composure of Master Jingyang and the other six, he felt slightly relieved.
An old man stepped forward from the group of Japanese sorcerers, pointing at Chen Cheng and the others and speaking gibberish in a foreign language. Although the group couldn't understand him, they recognized the word "baka."
"You damn Japanese devils, how dare you be so arrogant on our Chinese land! Take this!"
Master Cheng Yunzi, with his fiery temper, was the first to attack. He unleashed a palm strike, and a golden light carrying the sharp sound of wind and thunder shot towards the Japanese sorcerer like a laser cannon. The man recognized the danger and dodged. The ghost king behind him also suddenly flew up, and the golden light struck several ghost cultivators, instantly turning them into ashes and scattering their souls!
One of the Japanese sorcerers clasped his hands together, leaving only his thumbs and index fingers touching, and muttered incantations. Hundreds of ghostly figures rushed toward Chen Cheng and his companions from behind. Some were wearing Japanese military uniforms with faces covered in mangled flesh, while others were wearing Japanese kimonos and missing half their heads. The scene was quite shocking!
"The Tao follows the natural way, and all things return to their origin!"
The four masters, Zijin Zhenren, Jingyang Zhenren, Qianhe Daoist, and Wuxiang Zhenren, each formed a hand seal. Suddenly, a thunderclap resounded in the sky, and countless bolts of lightning descended from the heavens, striking hundreds of ghostly figures. Those struck were instantly reduced to ashes. The seven Japanese sorcerers were also frantically trying to dodge. One of the unlucky ones didn't even have time to dodge before being struck by a bolt of lightning. Smoke rose from his head as he lay stiffly on the ground!
Chen Cheng seized the opportunity and launched an attack on a ghost king who had escaped the lightning!
"Five Thunder Palms"!
A golden handprint pressed down on the ghost king. It had just dodged the lightning with all its might, but was struck by the palm. Although it was not reduced to ashes, the ghostly aura swirling around it made it appear illusory for a moment, and its cultivation level dropped directly below that of a ghost cultivator!
Then another talisman shot out, instantly turning it into green smoke and dissipating!
The opposing sorcerer retaliated. The old man stomped his foot, raised his hands from bottom to top, chanted incantations, and suddenly stretched out his hands. His eyes widened, and with a roar, a huge and terrifying monster appeared behind him. It had eight heads and eight tails, and its body was so large that it covered the surrounding temple buildings. Its eyes were like burning flames, flashing with an evil light. Its scales were as hard as iron, and its mouth was full of interlocking fangs, occasionally spitting out a scarlet, foul-smelling tongue.
"Yamata no Orochi"!