Chapter 107: Reversing Yin and Yang

The ghostly claw sank half an inch into the flesh, suddenly halted by a strange force, unable to penetrate any further.

At the same time, the Eye of the Nether Dragon emitted a sucking power, continuously drawing in the dense ghost energy within the Red-Dressed Ghost.

“Ah…” the Red-Dressed Ghost screamed, struggling to break free but found herself utterly trapped.

“You two, hurry and help! You’re both mortals,” she hissed sharply at the Corpse King and the Soul Phantom King.

Upon hearing this, the Corpse King and Soul Phantom King’s gazes shifted, their eyes gleaming with greed—human souls and blood, something they had coveted for many years.

“Don’t be fooled. Without her taking the lion’s share, you can split it evenly. Saving her only brings trouble upon yourselves,” I hastily warned.

Their expressions brightened as if enlightened by a sudden realization. Exchanging glances, they burst into laughter, ceasing all hostile actions.

“Husband, please spare me. I am willing to bear the soul mark and serve you for life,” the Red-Dressed Ghost pleaded desperately, sensing her ghostly form destabilizing.

“Madam, I’m sorry, but you are a dignified Spirit King of the Lingdu, and I am not worthy of your service,” I said coldly.

“Husband, think about how joyful we’ve been all this time. I promise no more treachery,” she sobbed.

Indeed, it was joyful, yet falsehoods remain falsehoods. I remained silent.

At that moment, her ghostly form began to contort. She ceased begging and closed her eyes, fiercely resisting the Eye of the Nether Dragon’s absorption.

Suddenly, outside, a Yin Pulse erupted. The terrifying Yin energy was amplified by the Eight Trigram Yin Formation, forming a roaring, tsunami-like vortex. The entire space trembled violently.

My eyes flashed as I drew out a compass, which corresponded to the array position of the Eight Trigram Yin Formation.

“I will reverse Yin and Yang,” I thought, channeling all my spiritual and magical power into the compass, struggling to rotate it.

Simultaneously, the jagged rock lines outside the formation began to turn along with it.

“No good! That brat is tampering with the formation. Kill him!” the Corpse King shouted in alarm as the array began to change.

The Corpse King and Soul Phantom King lunged at me together, their terrifying attacks engulfing me.

In that instant, I felt my body and soul being torn apart.

“Boom!”

Suddenly, the entire world turned into a burst of white light.

The Yin energy, which should have blasted outward, was forcibly reversed by my manipulation of the Eight Trigram Yin Formation, now surging inward.

The Eye of the Nether Dragon instantly dissolved into nothingness, and a rift was torn open.

The rift did not open into the human world but into a world beneath a cyan sky, as if a divine blade had carved a great gash across it.

A ghostly city on the rift shattered instantly. Countless beings of the Nether World watched the rift in horror.

The rift began to slowly close, as space itself healed, but ultimately, a gash hundreds of meters long remained.

In Xiliang, the two battling forces on either side of the Nether Rift ceased fighting, staring blankly at the passage leading into the Nether World.

Originally, the Nether Rift served as a buffer zone; spirits and soul cultivators from the Nether World had to transit through the Eye of the Nether Dragon to enter the rift. Now, it seemed unnecessary.

“Kill! Send them back to their homeland!” Qian Shu shouted, reacting fastest.

Instantly, the two forces resumed their bloody battle.

At the edge of the rift, I staggered up from a pile of rocks, my gaze vacant, ears ringing with piercing whistles causing dull pain in my head.

Blood clouded my vision, and wiping it away, my hand was covered in blood.

Three people approached from the Nether World side—apart from their pale blue skin, they looked like ordinary humans.

It appeared to be a couple with a child. They came close, speaking in a language I could not understand.

Soon, the family drew weapons and slashed toward me.

“Pathetic,” I thought, a flash of blood light from my hand severing the heads of the two adults.

The child froze, trembling.

I tightened my grip on the Bloodkilling Blade but hesitated to strike.

Before I could act, the child stepped forward and stabbed a strange short knife at my abdomen.

“Swish.”

The child’s forehead split open, eyes lifeless instantly as they fell backward.

The ringing in my ears lessened. Holding my blade, I looked toward the Nether World beyond the rift—mountains and trees, but subtly different from our world.

These three from the Nether World seemed ordinary, unlike the soul cultivators and spirit servants who were far from common.

Meanwhile, the soul cultivators and spirit servants engaged in fierce battle near the Nether Rift began to retreat toward me.

I gritted my teeth, swinging the Bloodkilling Blade, slashing several soul servants at the front.

But then a flash of azure light struck my forehead—an assassination attempt by Lü Zhiruo.

“Whoosh.”

I failed to dodge and collapsed to the ground.

The retreating soul cultivators paid me no mind, rushing past.

At that moment, a Five Elements coin at my forehead cracked and fell off.

This was the coin Qian Shu had given me—it truly saved my life.

Soon, the Yin-Yang Master of the Ninth Bureau arrived.

Nangong Haoran, covered in blood, helped me up, breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing I was still alive.

“Kid, wake up,” Nangong Haoran said, patting my face.

I opened my eyes, pressing my hand to my forehead. Though the blow was blocked, the concussion was painful.

“Was it you?” Nangong Haoran asked.

“Of course. If not me, then who else?” I replied.

“That brat, watch your tongue. Your actions caused this rift to the Nether World. Looks like Xiliang is truly in danger now,” Nangong Haoran scolded with a mixture of laughter and seriousness.

I recovered a bit and said, “This Nether World is different from what we imagined. Don’t you feel it? It’s not all soul servants and cultivators. I think we should counterattack into the Nether World.”

Counterattack!

Nangong Haoran paused in surprise. For so many years, it was always the Nether World’s beings invading ours.

At that moment, someone in the distance shouted excitedly, “Holy hell, nether crystals! There are nether crystals right on the ground!”

Not long after, another exclaimed from the opposite side, “This grass contains energy comparable to a third-grade spiritual herb!”

Nangong Haoran’s expression darkened. Rising to his feet, he looked at the vast Nether World, swallowing hard and gritting his teeth. “We must counterattack, absolutely.”

“First, we must get the higher-ups to commit all their strength to build a fortress at the Nether Rift—a stronghold to hold this position like a nail, then we can talk about counterattack,” I said.

“Makes sense,” Nangong Haoran agreed.

At that moment, Qian Shu appeared and shouted, “Why wait? Let the army cross first and build a simple fortress.”

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I slept for three full days and nights before waking.

“Qin Feng, you’re awake!” Huo Sirui sat at my bedside, delighted.

Bandaged and smelling strongly of blood, her gaze and aura had also changed.

“Yeah, being alive feels great. How are you?” I asked.

“I’m fine, thanks to the defensive magic robe and talisman you left me. Otherwise, I might have died several times,” Huo Sirui replied.

She lit a cigarette for me, and I leaned against the headboard, savoring it.

For now, I wanted nothing but rest.

But I didn’t get my wish, as Director Zhou barged in.

“Director Zhou, could you respect our privacy? What if we were doing something? Aren’t you worried about getting a sty?” I snapped.

Huo Sirui blushed and stepped aside.

“Haha, old man Zhou has seen it all. I’m not here to joke around. Kid, you didn’t disappoint me or Old Li,” Director Zhou said, his wrinkles softening into a smile.

“Enough talk. Get to the point,” I said.

“You’re indispensable. But first, you need to hear about the Nether World,” Director Zhou said.

I briefly recounted what I knew about the Nether World. Director Zhou’s expression grew grave.

Such a place, with a Ghost King, Corpse King, and Soul Phantom King—each capable of standing alongside a Grandmaster—and their undead army, if they truly returned to the human realm, the consequences would be unimaginable.