Chapter One Hundred and Twelve – Yin Fiends (2/2)

“This is the yin fiend?” Zuo Mo pointed at the black mist, and asked dumbly. He had heard Pu Yao speak of how terrifying it was, so he hadn’t thought it would be a ball of black mist that would look harmless.

“All yin fiends that just have formed are like this. It still hasn’t formed intelligence. When it has intelligence, the yin energy around it would solidify.” Pu Yao shrugged, “The shapes that yin fiends take the form of will vary, anything is possible. You won’t find it strange if you see more.”

“It would be best if I didn’t have to see any.” Zuo Mo uttered. Looking at the constantly changing black ball of mist, he instantly felt it hard to handle, “How do I hunt it?”

“Very simple. Just wound it.” Pu Yao’s eyes were bright, and he expectantly added, “Serious wound!”

Zuo Mo summoned out the Water Drop sword. The Water Drop sword had become even more glowing and soft like a water drop after being continuously nurtured in the ling spring. After motioning for a bit, he decided to attack!

[Flowing Water]!

In front of Zuo Mo, a semi-clear ripple quietly spread out. The Water Drop sword thrust straight into the yin fiend, its sharp point seemed to have thrusted into water. He could clearly feel the resistance coming from the tip of the sword.

Hiss!

The yin fiends suddenly started to move restlessly.

Zuo Mo suddenly felt his head hurt, like a needle piercing his mind. The Water Drop sword instantly became disorganized.

“This is the weakest of yin fiends. It only knows one move, consciousness stab. It is as weak as it gets.” Pu Yao mocked from the side, “Are you not able to even get this one down?”

Just at this time, a second consciousness stab came. Zuo Mo’s sword instantly became a mess.

His consciousness might have formed but how to use his consciousness was a problem he had always had a headache about. He had so much spiritual power, but he didn’t know how to use it, it really was a waste, to say nothing of using his consciousness to attack or defend.

It seemed like someone had forcefully pierced his head twice, his head instantly in throbbing pain.

But the attack of the yin fiend was invisible and intangible. When his consciousness detected it, the other’s attack would have arrived. He basically could not dodge it. Anything related to Pu Yao, it was never anything good, Zuo Mo wailed inside.

The yin fiend was relying on its instincts. It had been provoked by the Water Drop sword. Other than the consciousness stab, it was like an infuriated beast, leaping at Zuo Mo.

Zuo Mo felt the temperature of the surroundings dramatically increasing, the yin energy almost tangible as it surrounded him as though it wanted to burrow through his pores inside his body! Zuo Mo felt countless needle were pricking his body. He couldn’t help but howl.

“You’re really trashy. This kind of yin fiend, your crappy shixiong only needs one sword blow to defeat them.” Pu Yao mocked heartlessly from the side.

Zuo Mo didn’t have the attention to argue with Pu Yao now. The Water Drop sword came back to his hand. This time, he did not hesitate. Using all his ling power, he prepared to give a blow with all his power!

However, he was instantly frightened!

He suddenly lost control of the ling power inside his body! The black mist which tightly enclosed his body was like a sponge, furiously absorbing the ling power inside Zuo Mo’s body.

Why was it like this?

At this rate, his ling power would quickly be sucked dry by the yin fiend!

“Consuming ling . All yao know how to do it. Oh, this little yin fiend doesn’t count as a yao yet.” Pu Yao’s words really came at a good time, but it was full of disdain towards this yin fiend.

Zuo Mo heard Pu Yao’s words and his heart jumped. Consuming ling ! Based on the term, it would be consuming ling power. For some reason, he suddenly thought of [Vajra Profound Sutra]. At this time, he had no option but to instantly start channeling [Vajra Profound Sutra].

A golden light suddenly flashed inside the black mist. It was as though a layer of dark gold was layered on Zuo Mo’s entire body.

It had an effect!

Zuo Mo clearly felt the loss of ling power inside his body slow down. The dark golden skin was like a layer of protection, it could stop the loss of his ling power. Holding the Water Drop sword, Zuo Mo did not hesitate any longer, attacking with all his power!

[Layered Wave]!

The sword rose up, like the start of the tide. As it moved, the waves rose in layers, forming a raging wave!

Just at this time, the coldness that had gathered for a long time was like a landslide, erupting out, and crashing!

The pressure around Zuo Mo’s body instantly lessened. Holding the sword, with him as the center, there was a circle of light blue icicles.

[i] The pun here is that life is人生 in Chinese which is literally “human(person) birth.” Pu Yao is a yao, not a human and so he does not have “life.”

Translator Ramblings: I think I had named the things “devilings” the first time around but they are now yin fiends. Pu Yao has high demands for his food.