Competing in eye power? A foolish move!

Chapter 22: Competing in Ocular Power? A Brain-Dead Move!

Hong Kong, inside a traditional Japanese-style room.

Chrysanthemum petals drifted across the floor.

A bewitching woman held a branch, whispering a few words to herself before regaining her elegance, continuing to kneel on a cushion while gently stroking a white cat with blue eyes.

Not far behind her.

A burly man with a sturdy build, dressed in a silver martial arts tunic, couldn't help but ask, "Did that strange Ghost King escape?"

"Yes." Nishiwaki Michiko nodded. "He paid a certain price to escape from another mysterious powerhouse; he will likely need to recuperate for some time."

"For now... there are still two walking corpses left in that church. I hope I can use their eyes to see something and gather relevant intelligence."

The voice stopped abruptly, and the room returned to silence.

The church.

Inside the library.

"Why hasn't the Ghost King come in yet?" Ma Shangfeng conjured a Green Dragon Crescent Blade, scanning his surroundings vigilantly.

Above his golden armor, there were fluctuations of energy invisible to mortals, manifesting in a bright, yellowish hue.

Beside him, the Silver-Armored Divine General Xiaogui held a Red Tassel Spear, also saying nervously, "Maybe... maybe he left. He didn't see us."

A murder case?!

Furthermore, the crucifix was covered in filth!

Outside the door.

The priest, who had just fallen asleep only to be startled awake, was furious. He had already guessed the truth: the two walking corpses before him had desecrated the holy crucifix and allowed some terrifying, suppressed ghost to escape.

However, there was no time to think. Staring at the two strong corpses right before him, clearly controlled by some secret art, the priest immediately ordered his trusted acolytes, "Go get the holy artifacts kept in offering, and the rest of you, restrain these two!"

Just then, the ground suddenly shook, and an incredible miracle occurred.

The solid concrete floor shattered, and several thick wooden pillars rose from within.

Wood Release: Four-Pillar Prison.

Clearly, this was one of the ninjutsu Fang Xiu had replicated during his special training. It could create a wooden prison in a very short time—the hardness exceeded ordinary metal, and because the Wood Release ninjutsu combined the power of the Yang Release, it also produced additional effects against ghosts and monsters.

"The Ghost King has fled."

"The two of you, please come out and talk."

Amidst the massive commotion, a figure descended from the sky.

To Fang Xiu, suppressing the two low-level walking corpses was purely to gather intelligence, follow the trail to wipe out the Nine Chrysanthemums nest, and then search for clues about the Ghost King.

--Since the final boss had temporarily escaped, the only things of value left in the entire church were the Gold and Silver Generals.

--If the Ghost King had evil cultivators helping him, then a Reincarnator could also seek help from the righteous path. A terrestrial immortal like Hermit Caolu, who was well-versed in the mysteries of the universe, might just drop some gold coins.

"Perhaps, I even possess the talent for immortal cultivation."

With his thoughts racing, Fang Xiu, standing atop the Four-Pillar Prison, cast his gaze toward the library, from which two figures emerged one after the other, walking cautiously.

In an instant, the Sharingan saw through the true nature of the Gold and Silver Generals by observing their meridians. Ma Shangfeng had the highest combat power, his vitality boiling like a cauldron; he was at least two blocks ahead of the white boxer among the newcomers, and with his destiny protecting him, he was quite extraordinary.

As for his senior brother, the Silver-Armored Divine General Xiaogui, his vitality could only be described as not weak. There was some energy within his body, and in terms of quality, it didn't lose to ordinary chakra, but it was weaker than the Yin Release power of the Sharingan and the simple Sage Body Yang Release power. It was likely his mana.

Perhaps he was not well-versed in his craft and had practiced Taoist profound arts too haphazardly? No matter.

The Wood Release Clone had already rushed to the psychiatric hospital to search for the whereabouts of Hermit Caolu, and he believed intelligence would be relayed back soon! This was one of the advantages of being a Reincarnator:

Knowing the intelligence in advance.

One was the Master's residence, the other was the Green Water Psychiatric Hospital. As long as the Great Light Sphere didn't forcibly alter the main plot, intervening successfully wouldn't be difficult.

"Who are you?" Xiaogui asked.

Unlike the priest in his Western robes, Fang Xiu wore simple red armor, his long hair tied back with a band, which was more in line with ancient aesthetics.

Correspondingly, this would lower their guard.

"Someone helping you hunt down the Ghost King."

Click—click-clack— As he spoke, the wooden pillars forming the cage rapidly receded, and the mental connection between the two walking corpses and their controller was restored.

"Although the Ghost King is in poor condition, being able to scare him away and kill one of my sect's disciples... it shows he is no simple person; he is an expert."

At this very moment, Nishiwaki Michiko continued to gently stroke the blue-eyed white cat. A strange light flashed through her bewitching pupils, and the pet, which looked very quiet, also had its eyes flickering with light.

"Hehe, let me see exactly what kind of expert this is."

She covered her mouth and chuckled.

Synchronization.

The dull eyes of the two walking corpses gradually regained their luster, focusing on Fang Xiu.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.

With the addition of the demon cat's mental power, Nishiwaki Michiko was naturally full of confidence. After all, the distance provided a sense of security, and she prepared to try and charm Fang Xiu while observing him.

Six eyes met.

Eerie light flickered.

A cold, sinister mental force invaded through the air! "..."

For a split second, Fang Xiu felt a sense of absurdity, grotesquerie, and paradox; a world-famous painting even flashed through his mind—

Miss Yuhi Kurenai, who had promoted to Jōnin by relying on genjutsu, thought she had controlled Uchiha Itachi. She gripped a kunai and stabbed fiercely, her face full of confidence as she declared that it was all over, only for the situation to reverse in the very next instant.

Playing with genjutsu in front of the Mangekyō Sharingan?

It was even more ridiculous than wielding a broadsword in front of Guan Gong!

One had to know that even without intentionally studying genjutsu, Fang Xiu's outstanding mental power, combined with his terrifying ocular power, destined him to be impossible to hypnotize.

Demonic Illusion: Mirror Heaven and Earth Change!

The tomoe spun gently.

The principle of this technique was very simple—using the Sharingan to see through the opponent's genjutsu and reflecting it back onto them.

"Any genjutsu that is not perfect will be reflected by these eyes, which are superior to yours."

"I was just worrying about how to catch you all, and yet you stuck your heads out yourselves..."

"Immerse yourself in the genjutsu of the Mangekyō Sharingan."

Two walking corpses fell to the ground.

Dozens of miles away, Michiko's enchanting face stiffened for a moment, and the Mangekyō pattern flashed and vanished in her eye sockets. Trying to steal a chicken only to lose the rice, this enchantress was completely dominated by Fang Xiu.

At the same time.

The Wood Release Clone successfully arrived at the target location.

Hermit Caolu, whom everyone was longing for, had a wooden sign symbolizing a death-row inmate stuck around his neck and was currently undergoing a trial by a group of psychiatric patients.

"This institution sentences you to death, to be carried out immediately!"

"Do you have any last words?"

"Mmm-mmm-mmm..."

Hearing this, Hermit Caolu took it seriously. In a state actually worse than a Ghost King, his expression was exceptionally agitated, but since his mouth was gagged, he couldn't defend himself at all, unable to even utter a single word of grievance!

Could it be that I, Hermit Caolu, a man with the talent of an Earth Immortal, am going to die here inexplicably today?!

"Since there are none, then... execute the sentence!"

A patient acting as the presiding judge shouted.

Thanks to "Chongmeng Zhizui" for the 1500 Qidian coin tip, and thanks to the other readers for following and voting~

ps. Constant overtime, exhausted.