Something Went Wrong

Qiusheng was just about to throw the firestarter in his hand at the Demon Spirit trapped within the array when a shout interrupted his next move.

"Qiusheng, Qiusheng, Master sent me to ask whether you've dealt with that Demon Spirit yet."

Recognizing the voice, Qiusheng naturally knew Wencai had arrived. When he turned around, he indeed saw Wencai, his face smeared with grease, stumbling unevenly toward him.

At the sight, Qiusheng's pupils suddenly contracted, and he hurriedly shouted.

"Wencai, don't come any closer!"

Obviously, Wencai had no intention of listening to him. He continued charging forward with his head down, laughing as he went.

"Qiusheng, you're trying to scare me again. I, Wencai, wasn't raised to be frightened!"

As he spoke, Wencai continued walking toward Qiusheng.

"Crack."

He had only taken a few steps when a crisp sound reached Qiusheng's ears, making his entire body shudder.

Qiusheng turned back and saw that the Demon Spirit he had restrained had vanished without a trace.

It turned out that Wencai's foot had landed right on the foundation of the Three Altars Demon-Subduing Array Qiusheng had set up, successfully freeing the Demon Spirit.

"Heh, Wencai, you really are a pig-headed teammate."

"That monster was already taken down by me, but now you've let it out with one kick."

"Fine, I'll leave it to you from here. I already subdued that monster, and since you let it out, you can clean up this mess!"

Qiusheng was so angry he laughed. This guy truly could not accomplish anything and only ruined things. Why did he have to be fellow disciples with him? If they weren't, that would be wonderful. Then if he strangled him to death, Master probably wouldn't blame him.

Qiusheng was gritting his teeth in fury, but Wencai had no idea what had happened.

He looked at the rotten branch by his feet and kicked it with his shoe.

"Qiusheng, why are you insulting me?"

"Stop bragging. Do you think I don't know what you're capable of?"

"Master figured you'd definitely come back empty-handed tonight, so he specially sent me to call you back for dinner. If you still want to stubbornly hang around in this Banana Grove, then pretend I never said anything."

As soon as Wencai finished speaking, a red glint shot toward him from a corner he could not see.

Qiusheng's heart immediately jolted. Not good, that demon was bewitching Wencai!

As for why it was bewitching Wencai, it certainly was not because it found the kid handsome and wanted something to happen with him.

This Demon Spirit had apparently developed intelligence. It knew Qiusheng possessed spiritual power and would not be easy to handle, so—

"Roar!"

An inhuman roar erupted from Wencai's throat as the red glint flashed and vanished into his body.

"Damn it, possession!"

Qiusheng had calculated that the Demon Spirit would realize he was difficult to deal with and turn its attention to Wencai.

But he had not expected the Demon Spirit to dare act so boldly, directly possessing Wencai's body.

One had to know that possession was no simple matter.

When demons and ghosts possessed an ordinary person, unless they could occupy that person's body for a long time, it was simply not worth the cost.

The human body carried yang energy, while demons and ghosts belonged to yin. Rashly entering a human body would only cause their own yin energy to be heavily depleted by the body's yang energy.

Only by occupying a human body for a long period, absorbing yang to replenish yin, could these demons and ghosts barely avoid losing out!

"Bold demon! You dare possess my junior brother? You're courting death!"

Although Qiusheng was anxious as he faced the possessed Wencai, none of the nervousness or fear he had shown when facing the Demon Spirit alone remained.

That was because he was now facing a person possessed by the Demon Spirit. The spirit might be strange and sinister, but once it possessed someone, it lost its greatest advantage.

A vicious expression appeared on Wencai's face. He paid no heed to Qiusheng's shout and charged straight at him.

"Roar!"

As soon as Wencai closed in, another low growl came from his throat. His right arm swung fiercely, carrying immense force as it smashed toward Qiusheng's head.

Seeing that his normally skinny junior brother now possessed such strength and speed, Qiusheng was only slightly startled.

He stepped half a pace back, easily dodging Wencai's punch. Then he stepped half a pace forward and directly tapped Wencai's chest with the Peach Wood Sword in his hand.

Qiusheng did not use much force in that strike, but he infused it with the meager spiritual power within his body.

At once, a blood-red figure was nearly knocked out of Wencai's body. Yet at the very last moment, that scarlet figure burrowed back inside him.

Seeing this, Qiusheng hurriedly retreated farther back and sighed inwardly.

"Damn it, lacking spiritual power really is a fatal weakness."

"Whoosh!"

Just as he sighed to himself, the sound of someone rapidly rushing through the air reached his ears.

When he refocused and saw the scene before him, his heart filled with alarm.

In the brief moment he had been distracted, Wencai's speed and strength had risen another level. In the blink of an eye, he had reached Qiusheng's side and driven a fist into his lower abdomen.

As if struck by lightning, Qiusheng's body bent like a shrimp as he staggered several steps backward.

The moment he steadied himself, Wencai charged over again and threw another punch at his head.

Qiusheng lowered his body and rolled across the ground like a lazy donkey, fleeing toward the edge of the Banana Grove.

This Banana Grove was where the Demon Spirit's true body had taken root. Fighting it to the death here would mean giving up the advantage of terrain, so Qiusheng intended to lure it out of the grove.

Sure enough, as Qiusheng continued fleeing, Wencai relentlessly pursued him from behind.

Fortunately, although Qiusheng had always seemed rather unstudious under Uncle Nine's tutelage—

He had mastered all the Maoshan Sect's fist and kicking techniques, barely forging himself a sturdy body.

Thus, even while battling this Demon Spirit fiercely within the Banana Grove, he could still hold on.

Seeing that he had finally escaped the Banana Grove after exerting enormous effort, Qiusheng could not help but relax.

But just as he let out a breath of relief, the banana trees before him began to shift. When he looked ahead again, there was not the slightest trace of an exit.

Seeing this, Qiusheng turned to look at Wencai, whose pursuit had suddenly slowed, and another bitter smile rose on his lips.

"Damn it, I forgot about that. This Demon Spirit can manipulate the positions of these banana trees."

"Good thing this Demon Spirit doesn't know arrays. Otherwise, with this ability, who knows how many great seniors it could ambush and bring down."

As thoughts raced through Qiusheng's mind, he urgently steadied himself and silently recited in his heart.

"Junior Brother, don't blame me for striking you with lightning. You brought this upon yourself by breaking my array for no reason and causing yourself this great calamity."