Invisibility Spell

Old Huang Zhong, eighty-three, fighting valiantly at Mount Dingjun!

What Zhou Sheng was singing now was Huang Zhong, Huang Hansheng, one of the Five Tiger Generals.

After teaching him this play, Master also gifted him a Treasure Carving Bow. This bow was made from ironwood that had grown for over thirty years in the deep mountains. It had three curves and nine bends, and its string was made from the tendon of a snake demon, giving it extreme resilience.

The bow body was painted with faint golden dragon patterns, about seven feet three inches long. It was a large bow, cold, hard, and heavy.

Only those with divine strength could draw it.

If it were before he took the medicine, even Zhou Sheng, who had cultivated his Dao, could only draw it three to five times at most.

But now, Master said he was qualified to use this bow.

At this moment, he put on his face paint, donned his battle flag, and appeared on stage. Beneath his white hair, which danced in the wind, were a pair of pupils that faintly shimmered with a pale gold in the sunlight.

Huang Zhong was a famous Divine Archer in history, even known as the "Arrow God."

During the Battle of Changsha, he had drawn his bow and shot an arrow at Guan Yu from about a hundred paces away, precisely hitting the red tassel on his helmet. He had deliberately avoided the vital spot to repay Guan Yu for sparing his life earlier.

At Mount Dingjun, he displayed the might of an old general, charging ahead of the troops. With his peerless archery skills, he led the army to victory, slaying the great general Xiahou Yuan.

There was even a later saying about him: Huang Zhong shooting arrows—a hundred shots, a hundred hits!

Zhou Sheng had also practiced archery. Compared to ordinary people, he was definitely a skilled archer. Even if he joined the army, he could go to the Divine Archery Camp.

But as he sang about Mount Dingjun now, impersonating Old Huang Zhong, he realized how insignificant his own archery skills were.

At this very moment, every blade of grass, every tree, every leaf, and every speck of dust within a hundred-zhang radius seemed to be vividly clear in his eyes. His eyes were like those of a hawk gazing at the sun; even looking directly at the dazzling sun did not cause any discomfort.

Not only had his eyesight greatly improved, but he and the Treasure Carving Bow in his hands also shared an indescribable understanding.

It was as if the bow were an extension of his own flesh and blood.

He could even vaguely feel the Treasure Carving Bow exulting, excited about drawing blood again after being hidden away for so many years.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two more whistling sounds pierced the air, an arrow piercing the throats of the Zhu Mansion Household Guards hiding around the sedan chair.

Even from a hundred paces away, Zhou Sheng's arrows were as accurate as if they were at close range.

The sedan chair shook violently, revealing Magistrate Zhu's pale face.

"You, are you crazy?!"

Magistrate Zhu was utterly bewildered. He had already hinted at his connections, yet this young man singing Ghost Opera was still so reckless?

He dared to shoot and kill an official of the imperial court in public?

Had he gone mad from singing Ghost Opera?

What made Magistrate Zhu even more uneasy was that because it was noon, the Guardian Soldier sent by that big brother to protect him was not present.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The Grievance Drum continued to beat, as if it had never stopped for thousands of years.

And Zhou Sheng's singing followed.

"This letter arrives at a timely moment, heaven aids Huang Zhong in his success."

"Standing at the camp gate, calling to the three armies, all sons and brothers, listen to my roots—"

The next moment, another arrow shot out like lightning, creating a piercing sound like tearing silk as it whistled through the sedan chair's curtain, heading straight for Magistrate Zhu's forehead.

"Save—"

Before he could utter the last syllable of "life," the fierce and sharp arrow tip was already against his forehead, about to pierce his skull.

With the power of Zhou Sheng's arrow, let alone a mere skull, even if it were covered in iron armor, it would be like paper.

But this sure-to-hit arrow missed. It passed through the sedan chair and embedded itself in the wall dozens of feet away.

It wasn't that Zhou Sheng had missed; it was that Magistrate Zhu had vanished into thin air.

His pale golden pupils narrowed, and a cold, murderous smile appeared on his lips.

At noon, Guardian Soldiers could not move. The other expert hidden in the Zhu Mansion should be coming out now.

This arrow was called "casting a stone to ask for directions."

But the surroundings had become empty. Besides Zhou Sheng and Shi Tou beating the drum, there seemed to be only dead bodies scattered on the ground.

Magistrate Zhu had seemingly disappeared.

Dong dong dong!

The drumbeats did not stop. Even though Shi Tou was very tired, he gritted his teeth and persisted, only remembering the words in his heart.

If the County Magistrate doesn't die, the drum will not cease.

Listening to the drumbeats, Zhou Sheng nocked an arrow and slowly drew his great bow. As the bowstring tightened bit by bit, his eyes became even sharper, like a golden eagle soaring through the sky in search of prey.

However, he continued to sing his opera at a moderate pace.

"First drum roll, preparing for battle meals; second drum roll, donning battle robes~"

As he sang, the arrow filled with killing intent in his hand slowly moved through the air, as if searching for a direction.

The drumbeat sounded again, filling the surroundings with a murderous aura.

"Three drums, swords unsheathed—"

As he sang the word 'sheathed', a murderous intent erupted from Zhou Sheng's eyes. His pale golden pupils burned like fire as the arrow he had been charging for a long time shot out.

This arrow was aimed at the air in the southeast. It was empty, with no sign of anyone.

But the moment the arrow struck, two blurry figures lunged forward, rolling to dodge it.

BOOM!!

The arrow pierced directly through the stone wall behind them, spreading cracks like shattered porcelain.

A drop of blood fell from the arrow's fletching.

Zhou Sheng saw two people, two people whose Invisibility Spell he had broken with his arrow.

One of them was naturally Magistrate Zhu. He was terrified, an arrow-grazed bloody gash on his face, bleeding profusely.

The other was a thin, middle-aged Taoist priest, wearing a gray robe and holding a whisk, his eyes sharp and piercing.

He was actually a Taoist who had cultivated Dao cultivation and knew magic!

"I didn't expect the Ghost Opera lineage to produce such an outstanding young man. First, he broke the Coffin Sealing Talisman, and now he's broken this humble Taoist's Invisibility Spell. Truly, the younger generation is formidable."

"But please, sir, don't be so angry. My surname is Xie, my given name is Daqian, and I am from the Longhua Sect. Would you be willing to pause your divine arrow and listen to me?"

Xie Daqian took a step forward, blocking Magistrate Zhu. Although he wore a smile, appearing as gentle as a spring breeze, his smile hid a deep vigilance.

Among the Hundred Schools of the Underworld, the Ghost Opera lineage had always been a force to be reckoned with, especially skilled in combat and possessing myriad divine abilities. If it weren't for the fact that the successors of this lineage were prone to early death and rarely lived long, they might have surpassed all other schools.

And this young man singing as Huang Zhong, with his divine arrow pointed vaguely, locating the position in mid-air, his magical power had only slightly fluctuated under the killing intent before the opponent immediately found a weakness.

Drawing the Treasure Carving Bow, nocking the divine arrow, singing as Huang Zhong, and from a hundred paces away.

Even though his Dao cultivation was higher than the opponent's, he still felt like a thorn in his back, his scalp tingling.

Therefore, he deliberately mentioned the words 'Longhua Sect' in the hope of sobering up this young man singing Ghost Opera.

But the drumbeat had not stopped, and neither had Zhou Sheng's lyrics.

"Four drums, hand over the soldiers—"

"Those who advance will be rewarded, those who retreat will surely be cut down!"

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

This time, Zhou Sheng drew his bow and nocked three arrows, firing them simultaneously at the vital points of the two men. The arrows had not yet arrived, but the thunderous killing intent pierced their bones, making their hair stand on end.

No negotiation, no compromise, no room for maneuver.

If the County Magistrate doesn't die, the drumbeat won't cease.

Thank you, Guai Li Luan Miao, for the 500 reward, sending love!