Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8585: Malicious ghost (1)

Inside his room, Yu Qing sat chatting with Uncle Yi. On the island, Uncle Yi remained the sole individual he could fully rely upon. Most disciples had come from Gu Ming’s group, and some were Zhao Hai’s followers. Thus, Uncle Yi stood as his one true confidant. He shared every matter with Uncle Yi.

Right now, they delved into the ongoing circumstances. All knew the tactics foes might employ against them. This intel mattered most to Yu Qing, as understanding enemy moves allowed proper countermeasures. Yet, clearly, they lacked grasp of the present state.

Suddenly, a disciple burst in and reported to Yu Qing, “Island Lord, several law enforcement Hall elders wait outside. Each boasts Island Lord-level power. They appear hostile, harboring malicious intent.” This wasn’t just any disciple; he served as one of Yu Qing’s personal attendants, young enough to be dubbed a disciple.

Yu Qing froze upon hearing this, his face swiftly darkening. He swiftly grabbed a Jade slip, imprinted the message, and passed it to Uncle Yi, saying, “Uncle Yi, head to my study and dispatch this to my master.” Then, he rose and strode outward.

He chose Uncle Yi for the task over going himself, sensing the foes’ arrival left no time for him to act. Indeed, mere steps from rising, his room door burst open. Five figures entered, led by a forties-looking cultivator with a long face, triangular eyes, thick brows, and jutting chin—exuding pure menace at first sight.

Eyeing them, Yu Qing realized peaceful resolution was impossible. He signaled Uncle Yi, who slipped out the rear. Yu Qing demanded, “Who are you? Why invade my island?” He knew their identities but asked anyway, aiming to charge them with trespassing.

The long-faced cultivator eyed Yu Qing and snorted, “You’re Yu Qing, right? Don’t you know our law enforcement Hall robes? You’ve sinned—come quietly.” His tone dripped arrogance, utterly dismissive. As he spoke, his companions circled Yu Qing.

Yu Qing gestured to halt and declared, “Hold on. Yes, those are law enforcement Hall uniforms—I recognize them. But when enforcing, Hall disciples must present identity cards, correct? You seek to seize me without showing yours? Do you think so little of me, Yu Qing? Show your identity cards, everyone.”

Stunned by Yu Qing’s retort, the long-faced cultivator sneered, “How bold to address law enforcement like that! Sinner Yu Qing, you’ve no right to our cards. Seize him!” His hand flashed, summoning an iron claw that lunged at Yu Qing.

This iron claw resembled an eagle’s talon, chained at the base for extended, agile reach. Though celestial devices flew freely, the chain boosted speed, maneuverability, and tricks—truly an odd weapon.

The others drew their arms too, all unique: two wielded water-and-fire rods of metal, not wood; the rest brandished an iron ruler and an iron chain.

As the long-faced cultivator struck, they all unleashed. Magical artifacts hurtled at Yu Qing full-force, intent not on capture but slaughter. Their murderous aim shone clear.

Upon witnessing this scene, Yu Qing instantly grasped their scheme. A cold sneer crossed his face uncontrollably as he growled deeply, “How dare you impersonate disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall? You truly don’t know what’s good for you. Do you really think the Dark Ghost Sect is made of mud?” With those words, his figure shifted, and endless black mist burst forth from his body. In a flash, the entire chamber was swallowed by the dark fog.

Faint ghostly wails echoed within the black mist. The instant their magic tools plunged into the fog, they seemed to lose all sense of direction. Without the spiritual bond linking them to their tools, they might have believed the artifacts were snatched away.

The horse-faced cultivator snorted coldly and declared, “Do you think this can halt us? You’re far too naive. Taste this—Soul Lock!” As he spoke, he whipped the iron chain in his grasp, sending the Iron Claw soaring. A piercing shriek followed, scattering the black mist encircling the Iron Claw.

The rest unleashed their techniques to dispel the black mist as well, yet in doing so, they abruptly realized Yu Qing had vanished completely from within it. Shock gripped them. Should Yu Qing flee, matters would grow far more dire. Their true identities absolutely could not be revealed.

Indeed, they were Law Enforcement Hall disciples, but from the branch under the third elder. In the third elder’s sea region, they wielded the hall’s authority freely, yet in other areas, attempting the same would brand them as imposters. This mission relied on the Law Enforcement Hall’s name to intimidate Yu Qing. If he cowered and refused battle, capturing him would be effortless. Should he resist, they’d slay him swiftly and escape. Even if pursued, they’d deny everything, with higher-ups handling the fallout.

Never had they imagined Yu Qing showing no fear, proving sly and elusive. He’d feigned combat in the room only to bolt suddenly. If he reached Lin Dong’s forces, their doom was sealed. This realization spurred them to unleash their spiritual senses across Yu Qing’s island in search of him. But upon scanning the isle, their faces twisted in horror. A white glow erupted from the teleportation array on Yu Qing’s island, from which emerged several Island Lord-level powerhouses. Though only three, the leader was unmistakable—Gu Ming.

Gu Ming was no stranger; one of Lin Dong’s top generals, dubbed Venerable Ghost Bone, his might renowned. None anticipated his personal arrival. Spotting him dashed all hopes. The horse-faced cultivator bellowed, “Let’s go!” His words barely faded before he rocketed skyward, shattering the room’s roof and fleeing the island without a backward glance. His comrades mirrored him, streaking away.

“You think this is a place to enter and exit at will? Stay right there!” A colossal ghostly claw materialized behind them, slashing viciously. Towering immensely, its fingers spanned roughly 33 meters, the scaled, spiked palm evoking pure terror.

All sensed the devastating force within the ghostly claw. A direct strike would cripple or kill them. Flight abandoned, they wheeled around, hurling magic tools at the claw. A thunderous crash echoed as they were hurled backward, the claw dissipating. Regaining control, they pressed onward without pause, desperate to escape the island.

Yet as they neared the island’s edge, two figures barred their path—the pair who’d trailed Gu Ming, now glaring icily. The horse-faced cultivator knew delay was fatal. He roared, “Charge!” Suppressing his surging blood and the agony in his shaken meridians, he channeled mana, swung his iron claws, and lunged at the duo.

A sneer twisted across the faces of the two. They shuddered their forms next, unleashing hordes of malicious ghosts from within. In mere moments, endless malicious ghosts encircled them completely, creating a nightmarish spectacle. The ghosts then charged headlong toward the five.

Unlike typical malicious ghosts, these ones resembled wisps of pale smoke, lacking any solid form whatsoever. They hardly seemed frightening at all, merely clusters of faint mist pierced by two glaring blood-red eyes. Vastly unlike the savage malicious ghosts deployed by regular cultivators, they appeared utterly harmless.

Yet as these malicious ghosts struck the five people’s celestial devices, a tremendous force jolted back through the treasures. The celestial devices rebounded from the impacts. Stunned, the five stared at the malicious ghosts that blanketed the skies, their faces draining of color in shock.

Desperately, they swung their Dharma artifacts to repel the malicious ghosts’ assaults. But just a handful of collisions disrupted their defenses entirely. More malicious ghosts crashed into them directly, flinging them airborne as blood gushed from their lips. The ghosts then shifted into ebony ropes, constricting them firmly.