Dashing Student Chapter 1420: Ghost Clan of Fengdu

The Divine Calculator appeared poised to conduct a sacred rite, his demeanor tense and his gaze locked onto Granny Qian with focused intensity.

"You archaic crone, accept this blade!"

He extended two fingers, sending the conjured Peach Wood Sword whistling forward. Bathed in a subtle golden radiance, it sliced through the air, aiming for Granny Qian.

"Heh, you believe this trinket can fell me?"

Granny Qian responded with a chilling laugh, her form undergoing a rapid transformation. Her once delicate frame swelled in size, and dark, intricate lines began to etch themselves across her skin.

Most alarmingly, two lengthy horns sprouted from her head, and her skin shifted from pale white to a ghastly bluish-black, utterly stripping her of any human resemblance.

The Peach Wood Sword descended, only for Granny Qian to thrust out a massive hand, attempting to seize it. The instant her skin made contact with the blade, it felt as if it were on fire, emitting a 'sizzling' sound and wisps of white smoke.

"Argh! What sorcery is this?!"

Granny Qian recoiled violently, flinging the Peach Wood Sword away. A blackened, burned mark was now visible on her palm.

Witnessing her pain, the Divine Calculator felt a surge of triumph. "Hmph, now you comprehend the might of our Dao? Behold my Soul Suppressing Bell!"

He clutched the bronze bell, pouring his mana into it without restraint. A gentle shake unleashed an ethereal chime, seemingly able to purify the very soul, its visible sound waves rippling outward.

Upon hearing the bell's resonance, Granny Qian's senses were thrown into chaos, as if her spirit was being violently torn from her body. A needle-sharp agony pierced through her existence.

Chen Nan, observing from the side, was startled. He hadn't anticipated the Divine Calculator's Daoist techniques proving so devastatingly effective against Granny Qian, almost as if they were a perfect counter.

Yet, he also recognized that relying solely on these methods to defeat Granny Qian was a fool's hope. Thus, while Granny Qian was momentarily incapacitated, he advanced with long strides, his gaze fixed and unwavering.

A potent surge of Demon Qi erupted from him. In the space before him, spectral apparitions of a Heavenly Fox, a Dragon Elephant, and a Demon Ape materialized. Boundless power converged around his fist, radiating a blinding light, and then he unleashed his strike!

Granny Qian, her spirit reeling, could only react at the last conceivable moment. She saw a colossal fist rapidly expanding within her field of vision. Primal fear seized her as she desperately tried to dodge, but it was unequivocally too late.

She opened her mouth, exhaling forcefully, and a torrential wave of Yin Energy surged forth, attempting to erect a barrier of pure Yin in front of her to intercept the oncoming blow.

However, against the sheer, overwhelming force of Chen Nan's might, the wall of condensed Yin Energy disintegrated instantly. Just as swiftly, Granny Qian's head met the same fate!

With a thunderous impact, Granny Qian's head exploded like a water-filled orb. Strangely, she did not fall; her body remained eerily upright.

Furthermore, an immense concentration of Yin Energy began to coalesce where her head had been, seemingly in the process of regenerating it.

This horrifying spectacle turned Chen Nan's expression exceedingly grim. If every resident of Fengdu City possessed such unnatural resilience, they were facing an insurmountable challenge.

"Allow me!"

The Divine Calculator bellowed, uttering an incantation as a talisman detached from his chest. It transformed into a golden beam, striking and adhering to Granny Qian's form.

The talisman detonated with a loud 'bang', its golden light tearing a gaping wound through Granny Qian's chest. The dark, pervasive Yin Energy noticeably thinned, appearing to be purified by the radiant energy.

Nevertheless, despite the talisman's potency against Granny Qian, it fell far short of delivering a killing blow with a single Spirit Talisman.

"Damn it, what in the blazes is this abyssal creature?" The Divine Calculator gritted his teeth, a cold dread beginning to seep into his heart.

He reflected that if Chen Nan hadn't roused him earlier, he might have remained oblivious to this treacherous trap for an unknown duration.

"They are... the Ghost Clan!"

Chen Nan's brow furrowed, his grim expression unyielding. This crucial piece of information about the Ghost Clan originated from the lips of a Demon Clan woman.

"Ghost Clan?" The Divine Calculator's eyes widened in disbelief. "Impossible! The Ghost Clan vanished eons ago. How could they possibly manifest here?"

Yet, as he recalled Granny Qian's prior form – adorned with peculiar spectral markings, crowned with horns, and possessing that unnatural bluish-black skin – it perfectly aligned with the descriptions of the legendary Ghost Clan.

According to ancient lore, the Ghost Clan were the appointed guardians of the underworld, once a race of immense power. The very concept of the Six Paths of Reincarnation included a distinct path, the "Ghost Path," consecrated to their lineage.

These legends were so ancient, so distant, that even the Divine Calculator had only encountered them in obscure, archaic texts, dismissing them as mere fable. The notion of encountering the Ghost Clan in reality had never occurred to him.

If the Ghost Clan truly exists, does that imply the existence of Hell itself? And the Six Paths of Reincarnation?

"Could it be... is this place truly the gates of Hell?" The Divine Calculator swallowed with palpable difficulty.

Chen Nan's glare intensified, observing Granny Qian's body gradually regenerating amidst the swirling Yin Energy. A sudden recollection of the Demon Suppressing Sword flashed through his mind.

The Demon Suppressing Sword had been trembling incessantly from the moment they entered Fengdu City. He had initially attributed this to the oppressive Yin Energy permeating the city, but now, it became clear the cause was these Ghost Clan members!

"Demon Suppressing Sword, appear!"

Chen Nan bellowed, a crimson radiance enveloping him as the Demon Suppressing Sword soared forth with formidable momentum, landing squarely in his grip.

"Oh? What a remarkable blade!"

The Divine Calculator's gaze brightened upon spotting the intricate runes adorning the Demon Suppressing Sword, a genuine admiration evident in his tone.

Disregarding the Divine Calculator, Chen Nan channeled his full strength and bisected Granny Qian's form with a single, decisive blow. Simultaneously, the runes on the Demon Suppressing Sword pulsed with light, consuming Granny Qian's remains and converting them into Yin Energy!

"It actually worked!"

A surge of elation coursed through him; he now felt a renewed confidence in confronting these Ghost Clan adversaries.

Witnessing Granny Qian's demise, the Divine Calculator urgently questioned, "Chen Nan, what in the world is happening? How did people transform into the Ghost Clan?"

Chen Nan let out a sigh and called out, "Enter!"

A demoness, cloaked in black, emerged from the shadows. She lifted her hood, revealing a face of delicate beauty, and offered a slight nod to the Divine Calculator.

"Demon Clan?" The Divine Calculator exclaimed in surprise. "You are still within the city?"

"Yes and no," the demoness replied with a sigh. "My kin are indeed still within the city, but not by their own volition; they have been captured!"

"How is that possible?" The Divine Calculator's eyes widened in disbelief. He had personally witnessed the battle on Dragon Fall Island and knew that several Demon Kings were confined within the Heavenly Cutting Abyss.

These were powerhouses of the Nascent Soul Realm!

While the Ghost Clan residing in Fengdu City appeared to possess a form of immortality, they should hardly pose a threat to Demon Kings at the Nascent Soul Realm.

"We shall explain en route; let us depart from here," the demoness urged.

The Divine Calculator gestured, leading them both onward. It was the hour when the residents of Fengdu City typically retired for the night, leaving the streets deserted.

"Where are we headed? Shouldn't we be making a swift exit?" the Divine Calculator inquired, his voice laced with urgency.

The demoness sighed once more, a dejected shake of her head accompanying her words.

"It is futile; we have already attempted to leave!"