Late Night Tales Of The Capital Chapter 95 Do You Believe?

After just one exchange.

It was all it took for everyone to realize that the battle prowess of this new wave of relief sculpture dark souls had increased greatly, and they were nearly as strong as pract.i.tioners of the Starburst Realm. Each of their punches was powerful enough to shatter mountains, and they attacked the Seven Wonders Cloud Trapping Formation of Mount Shu with immense force, as if they were manifestations of the valiant Undefeatables.

On one hand, the disciples of Mount Shu stood at the forefront of their peers and withstood the highest amount of pressure. Secondly, because they had been fighting for far too long, a few weaker disciples were already showing signs of exhaustion.

The sudden increase of the relief dark souls' battle prowess caught everyone by surprise. The unfortunate ones that were hit by their fists either had their chests smashed open or heads bursting apart, limbs shattered and flesh grinded away as they died. Jiang Liuyun tried his best to salvage the situation, but this wave of dark souls was simply too huge, and each of the dark soul had power close to the Starburst Realm. Even he could not slay all of them in a short span of time.

"Everyone retreat and focus all your attention on defense. The dark souls with more tangible bodies have powers close to the Starburst Realm. Disciples of Psychic Realm level should not engage them forcefully and should instead concentrate on a.s.sisting from the side," Jiang Liuyun shouted. A sharp ray of energy emanated from Cyan Luan, the Monarch's Sword, and flew toward a dark soul closest to him.

"Work together to face the dark souls before us, everyone. Don't move on your own," Wuming of the Temple of Six Buddhas shouted as well. He summoned the Chronometer of Dawn again.

"Work together?"

"Do you want us to resort to fighting alongside the demons opposite us?"

A few people glanced at the demon warriors not far away from them as they heard Wuming's cry. Under Nan Fengxiu's leadership, the demons were not completely annihilated, but still they suffered heavy casualties after the sudden onslaught of the more powerful dark souls of this current wave.

"Fight against the enemy together?"

"There seems to be no end to killing them. When can we actually get rid of all of them? It won't work out if this situation carries on. The River Soldiers aside, I'm afraid that even our pathetic lives will be forfeited here."

The situation was becoming increasingly chaotic and a few pract.i.tioners were already beginning to have some strange ideas.

A few of them even began to reserve their energy. These group of people were obviously not putting in effort to fight; they were still wielding their swords and sabers and there was no channeling of True Energy to be observed. The strength of the dark souls was amplifying as that of the pract.i.tioners began to weaken gradually.

Once their emotions were messed up, many openings appeared.

A dark soul that resembled a divine monkey grabbed the weapon of a disciple from the Sword Tomb of the Peak of Blight. The pract.i.tioner looked as though he was going to be slain, but not only did his peer from Tzu Chi Palace of Mount Yang not come forward to help him, instead, he backtracked quickly and dashed toward the other side where the Mount Shu disciples were, afraid that the mutated dark soul would notice him as well.

Without any hesitation, the Spiritual Sea of the Sword Tomb's disciple's Snow Mountain was torn apart.

On the other hand, even though the formation of the demon warriors looked precarious as well, it was still reasonably stable. At the very least, there was no infighting among them. The benefits of the demons' hierarchy system were in full display now. As long as the disciple of the Demon King was standing before them, none of the demon warriors dared to harbor any funny thoughts.

"We're simply too weak!"

"I'm afraid most of us would have ended up dead before the Divine Tool has been unearthed."

Ye Que used his deft footwork to evade the attack of a dark soul. Red Bean's oil paper umbrella then crashed onto the dark soul's skull.

"After observing for such a long time, have you found a way to beat them?" Red Bean asked as she glanced at Ye Que.

Ye Que had just regained a sliver of his Divine Energy and could merely move his feet quickly to evade the attacks of the dark souls currently. Counter attacking was still out of the question.

Pointing at the murals around them, he said confidently, "The sea of blood below the relief sculptures is the key to defeating them. I believe that destroying the reservoir of blood will cut off their source of power."

"Have you noticed that all of the dark souls that appeared from the murals are bathed in blood? Only after being tainted with the b.l.o.o.d.y water of that river, can they emerge from within the murals."

"I immediately noticed that something was not quite right with the river in the relief as we just walked into the main hall. It's no ordinary river, and if I'm not wrong, it's actually depicting Luo River," Ye Que said. He paused for a moment before continuing, "Do you remember the ring of murals around the sign board as we walked into the gold palace? It described how the River Soldiers came to exist. Since it was formed by the condensation of souls around Luo River, naturally the water of the river would be the key to their existence."

"These dark souls should be the souls absorbed by the River Soldiers. They don't exist within any of the Three Realms and can never be reincarnated," Ye Que said pensively as he surveyed the murderous dark souls around them.

While he was discussing with Red Bean about a plan to handle the dark souls, the pract.i.tioners of the Cultivation World had already begun to collapse and fall apart.

Even though Zhuo Bufan was a disciple of Psychic Realm level, his powers of comprehension and talent were extremely high, and he was earmarked for development by Mount Shu. He had followed Jiang Liuyun along to open his mind to the world and gain first hand experience, but the situation he was in now was far beyond anything he expected.

His throat was violently grabbed by a dark soul with a tangible body as he loosed focus for a short while. A bone chilling cold engulfed his body quickly, first freezing his hair then all of the blood vessels before finally covering his aura and Spiritual Sea.

His life was hanging on the line.

Suddenly!

A green sword cut through the air and directly sliced off the arm of the dark soul that was grabbing onto Zhuo's throat, before circling back toward the dark soul's chest at an incredibly fast speed.

The true energy enveloping the green longsword looked as though it was power from the Starburst Realm, but it was concentrated beyond reason. It even faintly seemed to be more condensed than that of Jiang Liuyun's.

The dark soul was slain within three moves, and its fairy fire was scattered into the air. Zhou Bufan's body was violently sucked backward and landed at the feet of the figures clad in black.

"Cold, so cold."

Zhou Bufan said in a faltering voice; he did not even have the strength to tremble. The figure in black that had saved him did not speak but instead placed a palm on his chest gently before covering it with his other hand. A stream of extremely pure True Energy began to flow into Zhuo Bufan's body.

Within 10 breath cycles, Zhuo Bufan had purged the chilly energy out of his body, and the Spiritual Sea of his Snow Mountain became much more abundant.

Zhuo Bufan opened his eyes wide all of these happened, as though he had seen something amazing. He stared hard at the figure in black before him and was about to shout something when he saw the gaze of his saviour turn cold. Instinctively, he swallowed his words back.

It was evident from the figure in black's three attacks that he or she was extremely powerful. Since they entered this main hall, however, the mysterious characters had only struck once, as if everything that had been happening around them was not their concern.

All of the disciples of Mount Shu did not care about their inaction and allowed the eight of them to remain in the safest spot.

There was nothing the disciples could do, even if it bothered them. Their Headmaster had personally instructed them to follow the disciples, and even Jiang Liuyun could not give them orders. They were allowed to do whatever they wished and no one was supposed to stop them. As such, the eight mysterious characters had enjoyed what was almost the best service of the Mount Shu disciples along their journey.

Just as Zhou Bufan was saved, Ye Que had concluded his discussion with Red Bean and began shouting loudly to the others.

"Everyone listen."

"Focus all your energies on destroying the relief river on the mural."

"These dark souls are able to resurrect themselves because they have absorbed blood in that river."

All the survivors were stunned as they heard him shouting. They stole glances at the river on the mural. It circled the entire main hall, and if the key to stopping the dark souls from emerging was this river, it was going to be a monumental task!

"How did you notice that?" a pract.i.tioner asked breathlessly as he sliced off the arm of a dark soul.

"Yes, what proof do you have? This is a life and death situation, and every ounce of Spiritual Force we have is precious. We can't simply waste it on your hunch," someone else shouted.

Ye Que swept his gaze across the field of pract.i.tioners. Nearly all of them looked partially in doubt.

"It's my guess."

"I don't have any evidence."

The two simple phrases silenced everyone.

"What are you babbling about, if you have no proof?"

"You're merely an exhausted rogue cultivator of the Psychic Realm. What right do you have to spout nonsense here?"

"So, every one of us has to try to destroy the relief river surrounding this entire main hall, just because of your word? What if it doesn't work? Shall we just die alongside you then?"

It was a most anxious and sensitive moment for everyone, and just a slight amount of stimulation could trigger everyone. It was as if Ye Que's words would actually cause all of them to perish. Was there really a need for them to criticize and shoot him down, even if they did not believe him?

Was Ye Que angry to be at the receiving end of their criticism?

Of course!

However, there was nothing he could do. This was because he had no proof at all, and his statements were purely based on his deductions.

Red Bean opened her mouth and seemed as though she wanted to speak, but no words came out from her. It was that she could not voice her thoughts out, but rather she did not know how to package them. What could she tell them? She was always been more adept at letting her fists do the talking for her.

Obviously, now was not the time to attack the disciples from the Cultivation World.

It was as though Ye Que was kidding. After the others derided him, they went back to acting on their own will. This would ultimately result in their inevitable deaths or injuries. Those who had derided Ye Que were also trying to come up with a plan, but they could make no progress with it.

"I believe what he said."

Eventually, Li Jianqi stood out and proclaimed loudly that she believed Ye Que. Within a short span of time, a few more people had been slain, and the number of dark souls had grown much larger. Even Jiang Liuyun's shirt sleeves had been ripped off by the dark souls.

"Your Highness, don't speak rashly. He's just an exhausted rogue cultivator of the Psychic Realm, what does he know?" said Jue Shuo, the Deputy Night Timekeeper of the Judicature somewhat anxiously as he saw Li Jianqi's actions.

"He's not a rogue cultivator. He's a disciple of the Qingqiu Sword Sect, and his teacher was the Intoxicated Immortal," Li Jianqi replied seriously as she looked at Jue Shuo. "Furthermore, he's exhausted because he saved me. He drew all of the demon warriors away so that I could successfully break free from them."

"Would such a person talk indiscriminately?" Li Jianqi said righteously, "Since none of you know how to stop the dark souls, why don't you people consider his suggestion? Do you mean that only the words from your mouths are correct? Would you begin to believe him if I said that I also believe that the way of breaking this never ending cycle is the river within the murals?"

"I'm the Sword Fanatic of Silent Monastery and the biological daughter of the Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty. Will you people believe me?"