364: Chapter 352: Wobbling 364: Chapter 352: Wobbling All three of them were immortals of Kunlun, and although Ghost Mountain was perilous beyond measure, to the three of them, it was as simple and casual as strolling into their own backyard. But if the mountain were sealed, there could be only one possibility. The three realms of Ghost Mountain were very likely about to open. If that was the case, even if the three of them entered, they might face the collapse of the Immortal Path within. Although Her Majesty spoke uncaringly and did not issue a clear command, Qing Xuan knew that she wished for the three of them to protect young lord of the mountain within Ghost Mountain. As for why Her Majesty did not enter Ghost Mountain herself to retrieve the young lord, Qing Xuan dared not question, nor would she ever question. Her Majesty’s intentions, everything had profound meaning. The towering high-rise was visible, and the ancient cliff of West Mountain suddenly shone with a pair of huge silver ancient wings, wings that obscured the sky and feathers that covered the moon. Like an ancient Divine Beast, its wings spread over the boundless cliff and Abyss, as if in silence. Seeing this, Fang Da, the eldest son of the Fang Family, suddenly stood up from his chair, his face as pale as paper, “The mountain… the mountain has been sealed.” Fang Zhuohang, the second son, also put away the thin and cold smile on his face, with a layer of frost forming on the teacup he held. He sipped the frozen tea with feigned nonchalance, his fingers steady, and coldly said, “Unexpected yet reasonable, that corpse demon Princess recklessly intruding into Ghost Mountain, surely plotting some extraordinary event, it is a wise move of Her Majesty to seal the mountain.” “But our little sister is still inside the mountain!” Fang Da bellowed loudly, yet was powerless and dejectedly smashed his fist against the wall. Fang Zhuozhong scoffed and slammed the tea cup heavily on the table, “Do you think your dear little sister, whom you treasure like a pearl, is seen the same way by others? The three children of Heavenly Dao, Su Jing, Yin Baishuang, Ying Xiu are all within Ghost Mountain! Her Majesty sealed the mountain just the same! Before the mountain was sealed, the Inner City was wide open, countless Cultivators leapt into the Abyss frenziedly, but now, with the divine wings covering them, how are these innocent fish to lament or complain?!” He sneered viciously, “Big brother, wake up, that is the Master of Kunlun, the creator deity, how could she care for the losses of this evening? Instead of bellowing impotently here, why not save your energy and prepare a nice coffin. Stand by the mountain when it opens and who knows, perhaps your luck will be good enough to find a whole corpse.” Fang Zhuohang’s eyes were murderous! The second son, as if he hadn’t seen it, threw the tea aside and reached for a jug of wine from the table, raising his eyebrows with a smile, “Isn’t this great? Without that little girl, we two can fight to the death without any concerns.” The last sentence was like stirring up a hornet’s nest, Fang Zhuohang abruptly turned and strode over, yanking his brother up from the chair, his face transformed in rage, “Beast! Are those the words of a human?!” Still wearing that lazy demeanor, the second son continued to hold the wine jug, unwilling to let go and scoffed, “Beast? Yes, a beast, I am a beast, but big brother, do you think you are any cleaner?” During his speech, he punched Fang Zhuohang lightly enough in the stomach without much force, yet it turned the older brother’s complexion horribly pale as he staggered back several steps, looking extremely unwell. The second son straightened his collar, laughed heartily, and walked out of the building with the jug of wine. Fang Zhuohang propped himself on the table with one hand, his gaze fixed deadly on the second son’s retreating figure, as if it was drawn taut to the breaking point of a bowstring. Exiting the building, the second son carried the jug, seemingly ready to uncork and drink, but for some reason, the jug’s cork was stubbornly tight, and his rigid fingers tore at it a long time without being able to pull it open. The lazy smile on his face began filling with impatient cruelty, the lightness in his steps becoming more hurried and heavy, until he was tripped by a roadside pebble, stumbling, and he finally lost his temper. There came a shattering sound. His eyes full of malice, he brutally smashed the wine jug to the ground, porcelain shards flew, wine spilled everywhere, and in the twisted streams of liquor, a pair of crimson eyes reflected. The chill within Ghost Mountain deepened, and Baili An suddenly felt an inkling, lifting his head to peer into the endless dark firmament. Within that deep chill, there seemed to be an indescribable sense of thickness and solidness. It faintly made one feel uneasy. At this time, the people within the mountain were completely unaware their way back was cut off. This sudden change turned this trial into something far more complex than a mere trial. The Cold Crow spread its wings and flew. The river was chillingly clear. The winding river struck the spring stones, producing the unique haunting and chilly sounds from beneath Ghost Mountain. Baili An’s hand suddenly went limp, lightly brushed by a rabbit’s ear. He lowered his head to look, the rabbit, swimming in the river, held a fat black fish in its hands, offering it to him like a treasure. Baili An rubbed its head and hugged the rabbit tight to his chest, “Don’t run around with that wound on your leg. I’ll make you some fish soup in a bit.” The Ghost Vine wrapped around the rabbit’s leg had already been cut by Baili An, and the poisoned wound on its abdomen had also been treated and healed, after all with Fang Geyu around, there was never a shortage of Spiritual Medicine for Healing. He had thought that wearing Su Jing’s skin, the timid rabbit would certainly not be so close to him. But unexpectedly, the rabbit did not mind the coldness. Baili An specifically chose a secluded and uninhabited tributary. After all, the wounds on the rabbit’s body were temporarily dealt with, but the wounds on his own body still needed to be washed clean. The male body of the Wu Mian female had been buried under Ghost Mountain for years, relying on the female body to hunt for food outdoors, consuming countless decayed corpses and rotten demons over the years on the surface. Without a soul, Baili An’s body’s extraordinary healing Talent seemed to have weakened as well. The bite wound below his ribcage healed extremely slowly, lingering shades of blackness within the wound disturbing the new growth of skin and flesh, it was necessary to clean or even cut away the blackened flesh with a knife, and then it could gradually heal. He undressed, his pale and slightly frail body completely uncovered, submerging into the river water. In all honesty, using another perspective to look at his own body, Baili An felt unspeakably weird. The rabbit lay between his legs, also quietly watching, but its gaze suddenly froze upon seeing that shallow white sword scar on Baili An’s chest, it seemed to understand something, its eyes flickering with panic for a moment, then panic faded, replaced by simmering anger. Baili An didn’t notice the rabbit’s odd behavior, as he bent down to tend to the wounds between his body’s waist and abdomen. But as he bent, a foreign heaviness in his chest made him uncomfortable, so he instinctively propped it up with his hands. Realizing what he was doing, Baili An froze, slowly lowering his hands and looking awkwardly down at the fish and crayfish in the river, pretending as if nothing had happened. The rabbit’s eyes lost their anger, gazing with watery red eyes, tilting its head to look at him. Feeling quite uncomfortable under the rabbit’s gaze, Baili An hastily explained, “She was so fierce, so terrifying, it wasn’t on purpose that I took advantage of Su Jing.” The rabbit continued to tilt its head, smiled briefly, then quickly suppressed its smile, hiding its missing large incisor behind the black fish, timidly looking at him. Baili An said annoyed, “I really don’t know when I can return to my own body. This shell of Su Jing’s is truly not at all easy to use. Sure, her legs are long, she walks fast, and her Spiritual Power is profound, but it keeps swaying, swaying continuously! A woman’s body is truly troublesome.”