My Fellow Disciples Are All Monsters

Nezha's strangeness also caught Yang He's attention. While feeling a chill crawl up his spine, he noticed that the surrounding yin qi was intensifying again.

"Fetal movement again? Good, Senior Brother is truly magnanimous."

His spiritual vision, coupled with the pupil ghost, looked towards the backyard. Countless red silk ribbons were faintly intertwined.

Upon realizing the gravity of the situation, Yang He didn't pause his cultivation. Instead, he consumed ten Great Replenishing Pills and continued to absorb yin qi.

Thump-thump-thump.

Everyone was incredibly tense as fine cracks spread across the coffin.

From within, countless eyes opened, each displaying a different emotion. Immediately after, a children's rhyme echoed.

"Cross your legs, cross for three years, subdue the dragon and tiger, tie up the monkey, heart like water, breath like cotton, not a god, but a Malevolent Spirit..."

Even though Nezha had not yet been born, the calamity he caused was beyond the scope of mortals to handle.

"Quick, light the candles!!"

Li Feng let out a low command, and the soldiers hastily took out over a dozen candles, arranging them around the backyard. Without needing to be lit, faint flames already sprang forth.

The candles began to melt, barely managing to separate the inside and outside of the backyard.

The situation was chaotic. Most people couldn't withstand the erosion of the yin qi. Li Feng distributed talisman water to help them dispel it, which finally quelled the trouble.

"Where is Daoist Yang?"

Li Feng's eyelids twitched violently. Yang He had been absorbing yin qi for cultivation earlier, so the erosion he suffered would only be more severe.

He quickly walked to the backyard entrance, only to find Yang He showing signs of qi deviation.

The talisman water meant to dispel yin qi evaporated on its own before it could even be handed to Yang He. A biting coldness assailed him from half a meter away.

Crack.

A crisp sound rang out as a third arm attempted to break through the flesh.

As the pupil ghost's cultivation grew, the potential ghost, unwilling to be suppressed, began to disrupt the balance between the two ghosts, leading to the surge of yin qi.

Li Feng gasped, watching the yin qi flood back into Yang He's body.

His scalp tingled. He suddenly realized that the danger wasn't just from the Third Young Master; neither of the brothers was easy to deal with.

In a sense, Yang He was even more terrifying than Nezha.

He maintained a vigorous yang fire, yet his body was undergoing corpse transformation. Coupled with the palpable yin qi in the yamen's backyard, if he were to die...

Damn it!

Was a Hanba about to be born?!

"Daoist Yang, hold onto your resolve! Do not absorb any more external spiritual energy!"

Yang He grunted. The pupil ghost's second yin meridian had fully formed, blood threads appearing in the whites of his eyes as he forcibly suppressed the counteracting potential ghost.

A ghost hand appeared behind him, with the pupil ghost attached to its palm.

Yang He continued to draw in yin qi, swallowing Great Replenishing Pills without restraint. He then cast a rare, surprised glance at Li Feng.

Li Feng's face flushed red. Didn't Yang He know he was walking on a razor's edge?

At this moment, the candle flames abruptly stopped flickering.

The fetal movement reached its climax, and the infant's cries became incessant.

"Save... save me!!"

Magistrate Qian cried out desperately. The red silk ribbons extending from the backyard had already tightened around his neck.

Over a dozen people present were in the same predicament. The more they struggled, the tighter the red silk ribbons became, almost embedding themselves into their flesh.

Li Feng took action, placing yellow talismans on top of the courtyard wall and biting his finger to smear blood onto the red silk ribbons. However, it was all to no avail.

Whoosh.

Over a dozen people were dragged into the backyard and disappeared without a trace. The coffin then returned to its quiet state.

Li Feng gasped for air, a few more white hairs appearing at his temples. No matter how prepared they were, it seemed insufficient in Nezha's presence.

The remaining people were filled with despair, their spirits on the verge of collapse.

Song Kuo felt a suffocating sensation in his head, staring at the dilapidated coffin. "General Li, what should we do next?"

Nezha didn't break open the coffin, as if purely to torment them.

Li Feng didn't know how to respond.

The situation had completely exceeded his expectations. Grandmaster Taiyi had not appeared, and the only thing they could do seemed to be wait.

"Senior Brother was likely an orphan before birth, and now that he's delayed in coming out, his resentment qi has only grown heavier."

Everyone looked at Yang He.

The ghost hand behind Yang He was raised high, his face showing a hint of pity, as if regretting that the red silk ribbons hadn't tightened around him.

Li Feng had long lost his composure, asking in a hoarse voice, "Daoist Yang, did Immortal Venerable Taiyi pass any oral decree to you?"

"No."

Yang He gazed in the direction of Qing Lake, barely able to make out the general outline through the thick fog.

He wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but the surface of Qing Lake was as black as ink.

"It should be soon."

"Besides, my senior brother took them for a reason, so they're still alive for now."

As Yang He spoke, he pushed open the back courtyard gate, and a bizarre scene immediately greeted his eyes.

Centered around the coffin, red silk ribbons were spread out like a spiderweb, with nearly a hundred living people suspended in the air above the coffin.

Everyone was horrified. The first batch of soldiers who had been captured had already turned into mummified corpses.

The coffin was on the verge of shattering, and it was being suppressed solely by the yang energy of dozens of living people. The culprit behind all of this was Nezha himself.

Nezha intended to forcefully emerge by borrowing the yang energy of living people!!

Yang He took out his copper coin sword and then the red rope obtained from Qing Lake.

"I'll worry about my senior brother later. I have something more urgent. Lord Li, can you help me integrate this item into a magical artifact through blood refining?"

Li Feng's mouth hung slightly open, unsure of what Yang He was thinking.

Was Yang He's Dao heart stable, or was he overreacting? He felt as if the latter were in a Dao field, completely devoid of any sense of urgency.

"It... it is indeed possible, but it will inevitably consume some heart blood."

Yang He nodded and began to reinforce the sword body of the copper coin sword using the red rope. Black blood dripped from the wound on his palm.

Perhaps due to the special physique of a Daoist Initiate, the effect of refining magical artifacts was exceptionally outstanding.

The red rope was successfully refined into the copper coin sword, and mysterious runes appeared on its blade.

The consumed heart blood only temporarily exacerbated the depletion of yang energy; it was merely a life-threatening injury.

Not long after, another red rope was added to the one binding the 108 copper coins. The copper coin sword became heavy, increasing its weight by half a pound.

[Blood Copper Coin Sword]

[A low-grade Yin artifact made from grave copper coins, full of spirituality. It can slowly repair minor damage by absorbing Yin energy. It can not only harm the living but also has a significant effect against weak ghosts.]

Yang He nodded with satisfaction and then turned to Li Feng, saying, "If there's any news from Wu Hong, contact me immediately."

Li Feng was stunned, not understanding why Yang He suddenly said that.

Yang He casually tossed a Great Replenishing Pill to Li Feng. "If there are any medicinal herbs in town that boost yang energy, help me concoct similar pills. Don't worry about the medicinal properties being too strong; I can handle it."

He strode into the back courtyard. After observing, he had already figured out Nezha's fetal movement pattern. Rather than being passively caught, it was better to actively hang himself.

Yang He made no attempt to conceal his yang energy, and immediately, red silk ribbons extended towards him.

Li Feng was incredulous, goosebumps erupting all over his body.

Yang He used the red silk ribbons to bind his limbs, directly hoisting him into the air. However, this did not affect the pupil ghost's absorption of Yin energy. Instead, with the red silk ribbons as a medium, the efficiency even increased slightly.

The price was an accelerated consumption of yang fire. The ghost hand held a Great Replenishing Pill, constantly replenishing the yang fire.

Haaar~~

Yang He yawned. The influence of the red silk ribbons made his consciousness drowsy, but at least it avoided the vital area of his neck. For the time being, he was even safer than outside the back courtyard.

He could also help his senior brother with the birth, so why not?

Li Feng's understanding of the world was overturned. He had never seen such an unconventional method of cultivation.

He broke off a portion of the Great Replenishing Pill and tasted it. Soon, his face turned flushed red. The medicinal properties seemed to boost yang energy at the cost of lifespan.

"What potent medicine!"

"The two disciples of Immortal Venerable Taiyi, one is more monstrous than the other!!"