Ch 537: Fortune’s Turn

Fortunately, this speed appeared slowed in the General’s eyes, so the moment the thing darted out, he bit its neck.

It was a snake with cataracts.

It’s no wonder Jiang Nanyu thought so; this snake’s eyes were very much like a human’s cataracts, gray and hazy, clearly lacking eyesight. But strangely, two bulging lumps protruded from its triangular head, and its body was only about four or five centimeters long.

“This is a Black Snake, unique to the Netherworld Barrier entrance!” the Feather Fan exclaimed.

“Black Snake?” Jiang Nanyu was somewhat surprised. She had seen a relevant record of this name in a tattered ancient text, describing this creature as “a cursed Spiritual Snake.” Its eyes were cursed; though blind, it had evolved a sense of smell and fangs unlike its kind, living in damp, Yin Demonic Energy-ridden borderlands and feeding on foul-smelling things.

Chang Yinzi nodded, a slight smile appearing on his face: “It seems we’ve found the right place; the entrance is here! However, the exact location will only be found after the formation is completed.”

Jiang Nanyu instantly became excited. Not minding how disgusted the severed head was, she happily carried the thing toward the other severed heads.

This was the General’s first time seeing such a strange thing. Logically, he was immune to evil things, but after spending so much time with Jiang Nanyu and eating the delicacies of the Mortal Realm, he was now hesitating whether to eat it as a snack. After all, what if he got diarrhea?

He was both greedy and scared. Finally, he carried the Black Snake to Chang Yinzi, hesitantly asking: “Taoist Priest, is this thing edible?”

Chang Yinzi glanced at the gluttonous cat: “Of course, but…”

Before he finished, the General used its sharp claws to directly dissect the Black Snake’s body, taking out the Snake Gallbladder and swallowing it without a word.

After swallowing it, he belatedly reacted: “But what?”

“But, the Snake Gallbladder is poisonous and shouldn’t be eaten.”

The General: “…”

His expression stiff and dazed as he stared at Chang Yinzi. Within ten seconds, with a “thump,” he collapsed on the spot, tongue lolling out, eyes rolling back.

Jiang Nanyu was startled by the sudden noise. Looking back and seeing the General looking like he’d been given anesthesia and was ready for a neutering operation, she was stunned: “What happened?”

“He won’t die,” Chang Yinzi, holding the tattered Feather Fan and fanning it up and down, with the air of a Taoist Priest, calmly said, “He’s suffered from gluttony poisoning, but the toxicity isn’t strong. He’ll be fine after sleeping for ten days or half a month.”

“…Ten days or half a month?” Jiang Nanyu’s expression was strange.

“Roughly, maybe longer,” Chang Yinzi asked, “Is the severed head formation ready?”

“Almost,” Jiang Nanyu quickly continued working. Anyway, he wouldn’t die, so she didn’t worry about it.

Chang Yinzi cast a spell towards the General, then gently fanned his fan. The General instantly transformed into the size of a Black Cat. Then he found a hidden spot, moved the cat there, covered it with some weeds, and finally cast a concealment formation.

The Black Snake’s Snake Gallbladder possessed the most venomous Killing Aura in the world. It was deadly poison to ordinary people and animals, but it was a natural tonic for a Mysterious Netherworld Spirit Cat. The only side effect was that after eating it, it would fall into a coma for ten days or half a month, allowing others to manipulate it. But once it passed this dangerous period, its Cultivation would increase significantly.

Such a Spiritual Object was rare and hard to find. Chang Yinzi never expected to actually encounter one, which could be considered this Little Kitty’s Destiny.

Suddenly, Chang Yinzi stopped his work.

He slightly raised his head, looking towards a distant direction, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a faint smile: “Finally, here they come…”

The Feather Fan was clueless: “Who’s coming? Friend, or foe?”

Chang Yinzi instructed the Demon-Slaying Sword: “Before the formation is complete, you must protect the Box!”

“Rest assured, Taoist Priest, I will definitely protect Young Lady Shu… eh? Box???”

Shouldn’t it be protecting that young lady???

The Demon-Slaying Sword looked at Jiang Nanyu, who was still diligently working on the formation, then at the box on the ground, wondering if it had misheard. But when it looked up again, the Old Taoist had already disappeared.

Soon, the sound of a brawl came from a distance. At the same time, several sneaky figures appeared nearby. The subtle movements in the air also caught the Demon-Slaying Sword’s attention.

Hidden in a Giant Tree, it lurked in the shadows, watching the approaching figures. When the first Puppet appeared, its target wasn’t Jiang Nanyu in the distance among the severed heads, but the Box beside the Backpack.

That Box contained the Seven Star Sword, which had lost its Sword Spirit!

Hey, look out!

The Demon-Slaying Sword swiftly separated, its blade slicing across the Puppet’s neck. With a flash of cold light, the Puppet was instantly decapitated, and the Severed Head rolled to Jiang Nanyu’s feet…