148: Chapter 147 Hou’s Principles [Extra Chapter for Alliance Hierarch Ru Ye’er] 148: Chapter 147 Hou’s Principles [Extra Chapter for Alliance Hierarch Ru Ye’er] Hou Niao found it quite amusing, “Do you think I should listen to a skeleton spouting ghost stories?
Have you spent so long here that you think the intelligence of humans is on the level of rodents?”
The skeleton, unhurried, “If you’re willing to calm down, I might be able to talk to you about Mila?
Perhaps even Fang Family’s Castle?
Isn’t that why you risked coming here?”
Hou Niao remained composed, “I don’t like listening to stories when I’m being controlled by someone else.”
Skeleton, “Fine, you’ve got spirit, true to a Quanzhen Sword Cultivator, never willing to bow even in death; I can lift the restriction, but on the condition that you make no further movements, otherwise, you might have to listen to the story in a state you dislike!”
“Don’t challenge the patience of someone whose realm is higher than yours, you should be very clear, in the Cultivation World, strength is what determines hierarchy, not the bad temper of you sword cultivators.”
Hou Niao felt that he had regained control over his body, his actions back and forth were not without reason.
With the operation of the Purple Mansion Vortex, he also felt some strange connections, something he had encountered in the Soul Realm.
The skeleton nodded, “That’s more like it, ‘A wise man submits to circumstances.’ Today, I will tell you my story, about how a sorrowful human cultivator became Mila, forced to sustain bees with his body…”
It had just begun when the Quanzhen Sword Cultivator took another step forward, causing it to fly into a rage,
“Knowingly committing the offense, you’re courting death!”
Hou Niao’s step was just a feint, followed by a leap, crossing ten zhang in one move, a flash of fierce sword light twinkling.
The skeleton was shocked, it found that none of its two methods worked!
First was the Bone Control Skill—once the sword cultivator stepped out and leaped into the air, it could control bones but not inertia!
As long as the sword cultivator’s feet didn’t touch the ground and the bones weren’t exerted, it was helpless!
For a cultivator in the Bone Breaking Stage to fully leap, ten zhang was not impossible!
Next, the attack of Thin Waist Bees.
As soon as it realized the Bone Control Skill might be useless, it immediately switched to using the bee swarm, but oddly enough, the bee swarm, which had always responded like an extension of its limbs, fed for many years on essence blood, showed no reaction this time.
It felt no resistance from the bee swarm, but these little creatures just wouldn’t sting, leaving it in utter despair.
It didn’t move, for after so many years, it was merely a skeletal framework here, knowing that if it dared to stand up, it would immediately be shattered.
It was still some ways off from reconstructing its body.
Hou Niao soared high, then experienced the sensation of a flying zombie in flight, because he found himself again controlled by the Bone Control Skill, his whole skeleton unresponsive; his feet were stiff, hands too, even his mouth was stiff.
He had to force an encounter, he needed to seize the moment, because what the enemy sought was exactly what he must break!
Why did the skeleton tell stories?
It was just trying to buy time!
And to feed him a mix of chaotic, true and false information, leaving him confused among these mixed messages, so there was no need to listen, right?
Do ghost stories need to be listened to?
Buying time for what?
To lure his companions over to rescue him!
With the tactics of those three guys, they wouldn’t come one by one; they would all rush out together, intending to attack with full force, and then, one by one, fall right into the trap of the skeleton’s Bone Control Skill.
He couldn’t retreat, and since the Skeleton Bone Control Skill couldn’t stop flying, leaping forward was better than leaping backward!
It was a fight for his life either way!
This skeleton was at a very high Realm, above the Tongxuan Realm.
Otherwise, with such a realm, he wouldn’t have had to bother with swarms of bees and the Bone Control Skill; he could have just taken direct action.
Why complicate things unnecessarily?
This was his judgment as the Flying Zombie, supported by the Dantian, crossed nearly thirty feet.
His arms were too stiff to wield a sword, but his body weight of about 267 pounds truly smashed onto the skeleton.
It was not as indestructible as imagined, it was like the bones of a regular person scattered across the ground after an external impact.
Hou Niao acted quickly.
As the skeleton crumbled, his control returned swiftly.
With a flick of his longsword, he picked up a ball of Ghost Fire that was nestled in the skeleton’s chest cavity onto the tip of his sword.
As the Ghost Fire flickered uncertainly, Qi and Gang surged, eroding it layer by layer.
This thing couldn’t be resolved by hacking; this was an experience he had learned from countless deaths in the Soul Realm.
Using the Grain Avoidance Realm to consume the Tongxuan Ghost Fire was somewhat difficult, but the sword was the ancestor of all that wards off evil.
As long as his elixir heart was intact, he could cut down all evils in the world.
Again and again, as the Ghost Fire grew dimmer and dimmer, Hou Niao could feel waves of pleading emanating from within it, offering great benefits, promising vast opportunities, bestowing riches, solving great mysteries…
even secrets of Cultivation and crises of the Quanzhen Sect.
Hou Niao burst into laughter, “I act for the joy of it!
What use are your words?
Whatever happens with the Quanzhen Sect, let the Quanzhen elders worry about it, none of my damn business!
If the sect falls apart, I’ll just join another, as it should be!”
His words weren’t just a boast; he really was a pragmatist, with no real loyalty to speak of.
The skeleton’s Ghost Fire under the force of Qi and Gang suffered unbearably and eventually weakened to the extreme.
It was then cleaved into ashes by a swift stroke of Hou Niao’s sword.
During this process, Hou Niao could feel the life force of the hundreds of slender-waisted bees that had landed on him also fading away, until the Ghost Fire was extinguished.
Unable to persist any longer, they dropped one by one, forming a ring of corpses around him.
The slender-waisted bees refrained from stinging him because he possessed a faint aura of Faith’s Firepower in his body after ascending to the Upper Realm.
Although much weaker than when he fought the male and female demon rats, it still had a deterrent effect on the small bees, which gave him a new understanding of Faith’s Firepower.
It seemed that doing good deeds was still important.
Sounds of water followed, and Wang Mian’s voice rang out, “Senior brother, you hoard all the fun again!”
Just as he expected, Wang Mian, along with two others, emerged from the water.
They had worried about him as he had fallen behind schedule with no updates, prompting them to risk revealing themselves.
Although their greeting came late, the intention was what mattered.
Yellow Little Immortal circled around the pile of skeleton bones and then observed the hundreds of bee corpses at Hou Niao’s feet, inwardly marvelling; these beings had clearly died recently.
This sword cultivator was truly formidable, having easily slain another Tongxuan Realm skeleton ghost cultivator, something even he was wary of confronting alone.
“Young friend Hou, was this a skeleton ghost cultivator?
Did it do something to you?”
Hou Niao gave a bitter smile, “Of course it did something to me, otherwise I wouldn’t have recklessly attacked.
Do I look like a bloodthirsty person?”
The three beside him shook their heads in unison.
How was he not bloodthirsty?
Ever since the flooding of Suqiu, how many cultivator lives had been destroyed by this man’s hands?
When slaughter becomes a habit, it is no longer surprising.