Essence Qi of Gangsha

An incomprehensible call, incomprehensible words, sounding only like distorted, mysterious temptations, yet piercing the heart in an instant. Anyone who heard it would feel a resonance from the depths of their soul, a terrifying urge to abandon everything and follow her, no matter where she went, they would follow her with unwavering devotion.

Ning Chang'an, pale-faced, stared at the lonely, eerie white shadow in the dark night sky, suppressing the impulse from the depths of his heart. Even he felt an urge to agree, to prostrate himself on the ground. He couldn't understand why his heart resonated, why he yearned for everything the call depicted. He only knew he absolutely could not be swayed. Drops of sweat, like soybeans, quietly trickled down Ning Chang'an's forehead.

He saw some of the Yang Manor's household guards, servants, and maids unable to resist the magic of the call, kneeling one after another, worshipping with utmost piety.

Those still conscious in the crowd were terrified beyond measure. Even martial artists had never witnessed such strange and bizarre events. The words "demonic words to confuse the masses" involuntarily appeared in their minds.

When facing the unknown, humans feel not only curiosity and excitement but also fear. Especially when facing unknown powerful beings, fear multiplies.

"Ah, is this a ghost?"

"Please, don't say any more... Ah..."

"I'll go with you, to the ends of the earth..."

There were also some people with strong wills, like Ning Chang'an, who forcibly controlled the impulses from the depths of their hearts, enduring it, but all of them had unsightly faces, purple like pig livers, sweating profusely.

Ning Chang'an felt this was simply a life-and-death battle, allowing no room for negligence. No one knew who this white shadow truly was, what god or demon; no one knew what the outcome would be if they responded to her summons.

Ning Chang'an only saw those kneeling on the ground worshipping heavily, their heads broken, bleeding profusely without realizing it, completely lost to themselves, like walking corpses.

"Halt, what demon dares to cause trouble here and disturb the peace of my Yang family!"

A thunderous roar, full of imposing aura and a chilling killing intent. In the central courtyard, a group of robust men stood in a solemn formation, their energies connected, immediately locking onto the white shadow in the air. These robust men had full foreheads and square jaws, their temples bulging high; they were all elites with exceptional martial arts skills. Dressed uniformly in black, with standard weapons, they resembled an army. Although each appeared tense, their will was exceptionally firm, almost deaf to the white shadow's voice, completely unmoved, their eyes shooting out sharp glints, piercing the elusive, eerie white shadow in the sky.

In front of the formation stood a purple-robed elder. The elder's temples were graying, but he was exceptionally vigorous, his eyes filled with calmness and determination, staring intently at the sky, completely unmoved. The thunderous shout just now was uttered by him. The shout, like a startling thunderclap, awakened countless members of the Yang family, stabilizing their minds.

This elder was the head of Yang Manor, Yang Qianjun, an aged general.

The woman previously captured by the Yang family guards was now ignored by everyone. They were all struggling to deal with the rolling demonic sound of the white shadow and had no time to pay attention to her.

No one noticed that the woman suddenly flew up with uncanny strangeness, suspended in mid-air, gradually rising to the sky. At the same time, the mind-bewildering demonic sound of the white shadow finally stopped, pausing in the air in a profound manner, corresponding to the woman who had suddenly suspended herself in the air.

No lightness skill could reach the point of suspending oneself in the void. This scene was horrifying, like a divine miracle.

"Heh heh, I finally found you, come, come to my side!"

The white shadow suddenly emitted a pleasant, seductive voice, as if a great burden had been lifted.

The woman floated across the sky, gradually approaching the white shadow.

Behind Ning Chang'an, two doors were suddenly burst open, wood chips flying. A disheveled, drunken man rushed out, staring intently at the night sky. Suddenly, he seemed to recognize the woman and roared, "This is impossible, impossible..." He subconsciously rubbed his eyes hard, shook his head violently, and when he looked again, everything was as before. His body began to tremble, and he roared at the three expressionless personal guards behind him, "Didn't I tell you to kill her? You tell me why she's still alive? Why is she alive? A weak woman who doesn't know martial arts, and she actually escaped from your hands? What use are you to me, what use? Worse than dogs."

The three cold and expressionless men simultaneously lowered their heads, remaining silent.

This drunken man was Yang Wudou. At this moment, he was furious, staring intently at the three personal guards beside him. Seeing their three silent, lowered heads, Yang Wudou seemed to realize something, and in his rage, he laughed, "A woman, about a woman! My woman, you dare to... Good beasts, three dogs, did she sleep with you, so you disobeyed my orders and let her go? Huh, is that it?"

The three men trembled all over, their faces pale, extremely frightened.

Within a few sentences, Ning Chang'an, standing nearby, was shocked to his core. It turned out that Yang Wudou knew the woman was pregnant and intended to kill her, but the people responsible for killing her had let her go. Ning Chang'an's mind recalled the woman's words: "Women always have some advantage." He finally understood the bitter and sad taste of it.

Yang Wudou truly deserved to die! Ning Chang'an was now certain of this.

Yang Wudou grunted, "Do you know that the mistake you made is enough for you to die! That woman is carrying my child, and she deliberately hid it from me, thinking I didn't know. Hmph, but you three useless fools didn't handle the task I gave you properly, and now you've left a hidden danger. Go, capture her for me, I want to find out the whereabouts of that child and eliminate them all! You know, if this matter gets out, the consequences will be very serious. Father's indulgence has limits... My other brother won't let me off either..."

The three men hesitated, unwilling to move. How could they dare to capture the woman at this moment?! Even if they wanted to, they couldn't reach mid-air, so how could they capture her! Moreover, there was an indistinguishable demon or ghost, the white shadow, hovering in the night sky. Rushing out would undoubtedly be seeking death.

"You only have one chance, if you don't succeed, then wait to die!"

Yang Wudou threatened sternly, his hand already on the saber at his waist.

The three men's faces turned from green to white, changing unpredictably. They knew the power of Yang Wudou's saber well; if he wanted to kill them, they would have no way to resist. They had been by Yang Wudou's side, only doing his dark deeds, all of which were acts of aiding and abetting a tyrant. Yang Wudou's eyes were cold, and fierce glints flashed as he stared at the three. The three hesitated, and in the end, they gritted their teeth, deciding to bite the bullet and jump off the building to carry out Yang Wudou's orders.

At this moment, the white shadow in the sky suddenly said, "Remember, your name is You Ye!"

The woman nodded, "My name is You Ye?!" A cold, eerie smile appeared on her face, a strange calmness mixed with despair. She turned her eyes slightly to look around, and found that she was beginning to like this feeling of being high above, looked up to, trembled at, and even worshipped.

As the white shadow's voice faded, it suddenly looked towards Yang Wudou's direction. The slender fingers within its wide white sleeves flicked three times, and invisible energy secretly attacked through the air. Correspondingly, three muffled groans were heard. Yang Wudou's three guards fell straight down from the building, never to rise again. Their bodies seemed covered in frost, unable to withstand even a single blow, their souls departing to the nine heavens in an instant.

Ning Chang'an's pupils contracted, and he exclaimed in shock, "Another Essence Cultivation, no less than the Gangsha Essence Qi of the mysterious assassin. Who exactly is this person? What do they want?" Amidst his shock, he was even more puzzled.

You Ye did not know martial arts, let alone the ability to step through the void, yet she floated in mid-air, standing in the sky without falling. All of this was the profound technique of the white shadow figure.

Such a technique could almost rival the legendary Earthly Immortals, but what realm were Earthly Immortals? No one knew, so no one could discern what skill or method the white shadow used.

Everything could only be described as mysterious and unfathomable.

Yang Qianjun's face was grave. Seeing the tragic sight of his servants, many household guards, and many family members kneeling, their heads broken and bleeding, his face was clouded with gloom. The entire Yang Manor, from top to bottom, presented a tragic scene, with blood everywhere, resembling purgatory rather than the human world.

He was also helpless. Humans were not winged birds and lacked the ability to fly. The sky was a forbidden zone for most people. He also could not capture the eerie white shadow in the sky and bring it to justice on the spot. Yang Qianjun let out a roar, glaring at the sky, "What demon dares to confuse the masses with demonic words in my Yang family! If you do not descend and submit to punishment quickly, do not blame me for being impolite and resorting to extraordinary measures!"

The white shadow in the sky laughed contemptuously, "Old man Yang, do you really want me to descend and submit to punishment? Do you want the Yang family to be drenched in blood, with corpses strewn everywhere?! Hmph, if you want to be impolite, then be impolite! This seat will not be polite to you in the slightest, and will definitely see it through to the end!" The white shadow spoke without yielding, extremely arrogant and overbearing.

Yang Qianjun glared, his face cold, "Who exactly are you? My Yang family has no past grudges or recent enmities with you. You attacked my Yang family in the dead of night with cruel methods, what is your purpose?"

The white shadow said, "Who I am, you lowly ants are not qualified to know. As for the purpose of this visit, it is for You Ye, to do something for her that she has the will but not the ability to do."

Yang Qianjun suppressed the anger of being humiliated and asked in a deep voice, "What matter?"

The white shadow said, "Kill a person named Yang Wudou, and a pack of dogs around him!"

Yang Qianjun roared, "You want to kill my son? What wrong has my son committed?" Yang Qianjun had been a soldier his entire life. In his old age, he retired to Yongan Prefecture. He did not have many children, only two sons. His eldest son, Yang Wukui, had joined the army and was leading troops outside, far away at the border. His second son, Yang Wudou, remained at home. Both his sons were not mediocre talents; they had greatly impressed Yang Qianjun in leading troops and marching, and he had cultivated them for future success that would not be inferior to his own. He valued both his sons greatly, how could he allow others to openly threaten to kill them.