Translator-Rhapsodite
Editor- Koneko, Proofreader-Ghostie
“Left!”
As soon as Bei Quan’s feet hit the ground, he decisively grabbed Wei Fuyuan’s hand, and the two of them turned left, running wildly without hesitation.
After years of renovation by Chen Dafa, the structure of this mansion had become so inconceivable that it could only be described as “unscientific”.
As a mage with great talent in spells, Bei Quan’s spatial deconstruction power was beyond being exceptionally good.
Even the incomplete map brought back by the fox Guan Hu Su Ying was enough for him to determine that the rear left of the house was connected to another corridor.
Previously, Bei Quan didn’t know the real identity of Akihiko Yamamoto and didn’t have an idea of their supposed strength. Naturally, he didn’t dare to lower his guard.
He had already found himself a way to retreat.
Bei Quan’s move came to a satisfactory conclusion. Akihiko Yamamoto didn’t expect that he would come up with such an incredible escape method even with such little planning.
Akihiko Yamamoto froze for a full second only to come back from the extreme shock, immediately becoming furious and ran out of the room in haste.
When he crossed the room, he jumped out through the hole in the wall and turned his head, looking frantically for Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan, only to find that they had already run out of sight.
Akihiko Yamamoto, of course, could not let them escape.
He ran after them, at the same time released a faster black shadow slave in their direction.
At that moment, Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan were talking whilst running.
Wei Fuyuan: “What should we do next?”
Bei Quan: “Plan B!”
This time Bei Quan told Wei Fuyuan what Plan B was in advance.
The so-called Plan B was the “safe house” that Bei Quan preset, that was, the guest bedroom where they were staying.
Although Wei Fuyuan did not know exactly what Bei Quan was up to, he had a blind faith in his boss— as long as this person was around, no matter what crisis, it could be solved.
However, Wei Fuyuan subconsciously turned his head and looked back behind them, gasping as he opened his mouth.
“Those black snake-like things are coming after us!”
Bei Quan “hmm..”.
The two of them had just passed the corner of the corridor, and ahead of them was the staircase they were looking for.
Without looking back, Bei Quan fished out a pinch of powder from his pocket and sprinkled it towards a pot of hanging orchids next to the stairs.
“Poof”, the powder fell slowly, sprinkling softly onto the hanging orchids.
The soft plant with bright petals and green leaves instantly transformed, put on a show of time-lapse, like looking through a fast-forwarding lens set at ten thousand times speed. The branches and leaves grew at an astonishingly fast rate, almost in the blink of an eye, from two palm-sized delicate potted plants they grew almost instantly to half a person’s height.
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“Is this Jinkela!?”
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Wei Fuyuan looked at him carefully with admiration.
This person is still busy running for his life, how can he still have time to fold paper airplanes?!
In fact, Bei Quan not only folded one but folded three in a row.
By the time the two had finished running up the stairs, Bei Quan was just about to finish his handiwork.
He tossed the finished items down the stairs— the three small planes made of yellow talismans instantly flew out like shooting stars.
After doing this, Bei Quan stopped looking at the trio of small planes he had released, and grasped Wei Fuyuan’s hands tightly, explaining in only six simple words.
“Show the enemy he is weak!”
After saying that, he tugged on Wei Fuyuan and continued to run.
And just as Bei Quan was releasing the paper airplanes, Akihiko Yamamoto was blocked by the hanging orchid that suddenly increased in size.
He gritted his teeth in annoyance. With a wave of his hand, the ten black shadows revealed themselves again and flew upwards.
As soon as the petals and leaves of the hanging orchid— which had just been stimulated by Bei Quan— touched the yin energy that was condensed into the black shadows, they became like slugs that touched salt. They quickly dehydrated, dried up and shrank, before finally shattering into dust at the slightest point of contact.
These plants couldn’t stop Akihiko Yamamoto at all.
But, all Bei Quan needed was just the extra ten seconds this had bought him.
Just as Akihiko Yamamoto broke the barrier of the hanging orchid, he saw three golden rays passing overhead.
He recognized what they were.
It was similar to the paper man he used. It was a very basic communication talisman that mage practitioners often used to communicate.
Akihiko Yamamoto thought he had guessed what Bei Quan was thinking.
From the time they revealed their identities to each other, the few times they had exchanged blows, Bei Quan mostly used defensive techniques. The lone attack was the red thread fire formation, which shattered his scarecrow puppet substitution technique.
If Bei Quan had doubts because he wasn’t sure of his opponent’s strength, why didn’t he perform a killing move to fight back when Akihiko Yamamoto had pushed them to this point?
Akihiko Yamamoto thought carefully about this, and felt that there was only one possibility— his opponent’s strength was far inferior to his own, so he did not hesitate to run away from him.
Of course, Akihiko Yamamoto was very cautious by nature, even if he was confident in his own judgement, he still remained vigilant and on guard.
That was, until he saw the communication talisman released by Bei Quan.
As an ambitious practitioner of Onmyōdō, Akihiko Yamamoto thought from the start that Bei Quan, who had assumed the identity of Dai Bo Qian, was definitely after the “Prisoner God”.
The man, or rather the boss behind him, somehow learned of the existence of the “Prisoner God”, and then took the opportunity of the inheritance to sneak into the mansion and try to take the “Prisoner God” from Chen Dafa.
Since the fake “Jason” could bring a fake boyfriend, couldn’t he have a second, third, or even more helpers at hand?
At this moment, the three paper planes released by Bei Quan confirmed Akihiko Yamamoto’s suspicions.
——Can’t let him ask for help from outside!
Akihiko Yamamoto’s killing intention had reached its peak.
——The Prisoner God is mine!
Three dark shadows sprang out, faster than the paper planes.
They chased after the paper airplanes like a poisonous snake biting its prey, wrapping around and tearing them into pieces in the blink of an eye.
Meanwhile, Akihiko Yamamoto rushed up the stairs with the remaining black shadows in hot pursuit.
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By the time Akihiko Yamamoto caught up with Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan, he saw that the two had seemed to have barricaded themselves in the room.
The formations were already in the room. The fine and thickly packed bells were like dense raindrops— one after another, resonating and echoing loudly. The sound shook the eardrums deeply.
When he was home, Akihiko Yamamoto used to study the magical texts he had stolen from China. He had also “sparred” with some Chinese magicians, so he knew a lot about this style.
He stood in front of the door and spent several seconds carefully observing the array in the room.
——The southeast and northwest corners were pivoted by iron nails and surrounded by copper bells tied with red ropes, similar to the Four Square Formation, which should be a defensive position.
Akihiko Yamamoto quickly made an assumption.
——He is stalling for time!
The eastern Japanese man narrowed his long, thin phoenix eyes and stared at Bei Quan harshly.
He wasn’t sure if his opponent had already sent a signal for help, which was why he was using defensive moves in an attempt to stall for time.
However, no matter what, Akihiko Yamamoto could be sure of this— to prevent himself from being hit in the back when reinforcements came, he had to finish these two off as soon as possible!
Having made up his mind, Akihiko Yamamoto also used his own killer move.
He fished out an exquisitely crafted seal clay from his pocket, dipped his finger into the ink, drew a five-manifold symbol on the talisman paper, did a hand trick, and recited some words under his breath.
After a set of incantations, he placed his soaked, red, muddy fingers in the centre of the pentagram— a flash of blue fire hastily rose and instantly swallowed up the paper.
The incantation Akihiko Yamamoto performed was one of the forbidden arts in the art of exorcism.
In the Yamamoto family’s heritage, it was called “whip”. As the name implies, the spell was used to stimulate the caster’s servant, so that they become more vicious and violent, just like whipped horses.
Sure enough, the moment when the blue flame burned out, the black shadowy figures after being “whipped” visibly doubled.
They were like snakes dancing wildly, shooting into the four corners of the four-sided formation, madly attacking the “feet” made of iron nails.
“Crack!”
“Pop!”
“Crackle!”
The iron nails began to loosen and break off under the madness of the servants’ impact, and some even bounced off the wall.
The four corners of the spell formation began to falter.
While Akihiko Yamamoto destroyed the array, Bei Quan was not idle.
He summoned the Qingguang Vientiane Brush and used his blood as the usual medium to draw symbols the whole time.
To prevent Akihiko Yamamoto from discovering his intention, Bei Quan once again used his original embedded spell.
And compared to the one he had used in the Xuanmen Village, this time, he made a more ingenious and complicated change to his talisman, splitting the rune he needed into three parts and inserted it into a defence spell.
Of course, such an elaborate and complicated rune would inevitably cost him more effort, but Bei Quan knew that his own physical condition no longer allows him to make a second attempt.
If he couldn’t kill in one blow, he would have to resort to Plan A in advance.
Even though he was in a hurry, Bei Quan was focused and his hand was steady.
The strokes of the spell in mid-air flowed with sharp precision. The overall style was round, soft, and agile, seemingly written with a strong force, as if he had not been disturbed by the critical situation around him at all.
“Click!”
On the north side of the room, the last iron nail finally fell apart.
Once all of the iron nails fell, the entire four-sided array crumbled like a ruptured soap bubble, leaving Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan entirely exposed to the reach of the black shadow’s onslaught.
More than a dozen dark shadows, like hungry red-eyed beasts, rushed towards the two of them.
Bei Quan finally made the spell’s last stroke at the same time.
Seeing the shadow coming, Wei Fuyuan was shocked. He had no time to think. He hugged Bei Quan with his entire body tightly, and protected him within his arms.
Before being able to devour them, the servant crashed into Bei Quan’s spell first.
Red and black spiralled and intertwined in the air.
Akihiko Yamamoto’s eyes opened wide. He stared at the scene before him and in an instant clenched his hands into tight fists, his heart pounded rapidly, feeling both nervous and excited at the same time.
He had spent five years collecting and refining these slaves. Instead of victory, he saw the talisman array that was hastily drawn by Bei Quan attempting to capture them.As they were being devoured, the shadow slaves with a lack of humanistic features were twisted and pulled, becoming distorted into bizarre shapes, before finally being confined by the talisman.
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[Ghostie’s Gossip Night Talk]
Ghostie: tsk tsk tsk this old soul is worried about BQ. (╯°□°）╯Someone quickly bring the blood bag!!!
Bei Quan is gonna faint and worry young master Wei to death any second now!! And he still haven’t told him about his condition
this yamamoto dude stupid 😭😭😭 this whole fight could have been avoided if he just listened once instead of jumping straight to the conclusion of “they want what I want so I must destroy”
😂😆 he needs much much blood bags. Thanks for the chapter ❤️❤️
I hope Ancestor Quan has connections to all of the blood banks 🥲