Chapter 259 - 131: Subduing Si Rumeng

Chapter 259: Chapter 131: Subduing Si Rumeng

Jiang Mu: "..."

Before he could speak, Ji Hongyuan’s figure suddenly became somewhat illusory.

"This Clone has borne the brunt of too much power and can’t hold on any longer. I have to go back and reforge it..."

Before her voice had even faded, the graceful red shadow dissipated into the air like a soap bubble.

Leaving behind only a faint, lingering fragrance.

Jiang Mu had no time to dwell on her departure. Having absorbed all the Incense and Candle Power, he willed the pure white power out of his Demon Slot and channeled it back into the Buddha Lamp.

PUFF!

The Buddha Lamp trembled lightly.

The cluster of pure white flame on the wick stabilized and began to burn steadily once more. Its light was gentle, devoid of the sinister, bloody aura it had before.

The pact was sealed. The Buddha Lamp had a new master!

From this moment on, Black Mountain could no longer use this lamp to control anyone, nor could he absorb even a sliver of its power.

Black Mountain’s final connection to this place was completely severed.

Just then—

BOOM!!!

A tremendous crash echoed from overhead.

The roof seemed to have been ripped away by a giant hand, sending a torrent of shattered stone and tiles raining down.

Jiang Mu raised his head, his gaze piercing through the swirling dust and debris.

There, suspended in mid-air, stood the Tree Demon Granny, Si Rumeng.

Moonlight cascaded down upon her snow-white hair, making every single strand seem to glow.

It whipped wildly in the wind, making her look like a witch descending upon the world.

Her narrow, phoenix-like eyes burned with overwhelming rage and killing intent.

"It’s you?!"

Upon seeing Jiang Mu’s face, Si Rumeng was momentarily stunned before her lips curled into a cold, mocking sneer.

"Heh, just as I thought. The scholar. It’s always you goody-two-shoes scholars, spouting righteousness and morality, who are the most devious on the inside.

That silly girl, Xiaoqian, was completely fooled by your hypocritical facade. To think she’d let the wolf in the door!"

Her gaze was like a sharp knife, carving into Jiang Mu.

"Speak! Who are you, really?!"

Jiang Mu ignored her question. His eyes swept the area, but he didn’t see Yu Xiaoqian or the other female ghosts. He tightened his grip on the Bronze Buddha Lamp in his hand and spoke calmly,

"From this day forward, I am your master."

The lamp’s flame flickered obediently in his hand, illuminating his calm profile.

Only then did Si Rumeng realize with astonishment that the Buddha Lamp—the very thing that controlled their lives and bound them in shackles—was now in this young man’s hands.

She stared blankly, her mind struggling to process what she was seeing.

’How is this possible?’

That’s Black Mountain’s personal Magical Artifact Clone.

It’s blessed by the Law of the Sixty Jiazi Nayin Divine Objects. Besides Black Mountain himself, who could possibly control it?

"Such arrogance!"

After a moment of shock, Si Rumeng snapped back to her senses, her extreme anger turning into laughter.

"You? You think you’re worthy of being our master?

What despicable trick did you use to steal this lamp? Or did that old ghost Black Mountain send you to test me?"

Clearly, she didn’t believe Jiang Mu had the ability to seize control of this Magical Treasure from Black Mountain.

"I’m from the Demon-slaying Bureau."

Jiang Mu’s tone was even. "I know Black Mountain forced you to harm people, and that most of those you killed were corrupt individuals. The other innocent victims were actually killed by wild demons in the mountains, but the Demon-slaying Bureau in Yan City pinned the blame on you.

That’s why I’m willing to give you a chance.

A chance to live, and to break free from Black Mountain’s control. All you have to do is submit to me."

Jiang Mu didn’t mind taking a group of loyal Demons as his subordinates.

After all, his own Little Demon was a fox spirit. His hands weren’t exactly clean anymore, so what was the big deal about keeping a few more female ghosts and Tree Demons around?

Besides, this Tree Demon Granny was incredibly powerful. If he could subdue her, she would be a huge asset.

Right now, there weren’t many people he could trust in Yan City.

Having a local Demon would make carrying out missions much more convenient.

Furthermore, he was now the master of the Buddha Lamp. If he didn’t want to kill these demons and ghosts, his only option was to make them submit.

Otherwise, they would just be a burden.

However, the three words "Demon-slaying Bureau" were like a lit fuse on a powder keg.

Si Rumeng’s already cold face twisted into a ferocious snarl, her eyes erupting with bone-deep hatred.

"What a ’Demon-slaying Bureau’!"

"In my entire life, I, Si Rumeng, have never hated anyone more than you lackeys of the Demon-slaying Bureau!"

"You want me to submit? Heh heh. Even if my soul is scattered to the winds today, I’ll drag a lackey like you down to Hell with me!"

Before her voice faded, her figure vanished abruptly.

The next moment, her voluminous white hair danced like a frenzy of silver snakes, transforming into millions of sharp threads that tore through the air, blanketing everything as they converged on Jiang Mu to shred him.

Every single strand was coiled with thick demonic energy.

Wherever they passed, the stone tiles on the ground shattered inch by inch, and deep gashes were carved into the walls.

Yet Jiang Mu simply stood his ground, not moving an inch.

He raised his left hand, his five fingers loosely gripping the Bronze Buddha Lamp.

HUMMM—

The lamp’s flame trembled softly.

A wave of energy radiated out from the Buddha Lamp, sweeping through the space like a ripple.

The sea of white threads descending to kill him, upon touching this wave, seemed to hit an invisible wall, freezing abruptly in mid-air.

Si Rumeng let out a piercing scream.

As if struck by a heavy blow, she plummeted from the air, crashing to the ground with a THUD.

She curled up, her face a mask of agony and terror.

She could feel the "thread" connecting her to the Buddha Lamp now being brutally gripped in the other man’s hand. A gentle tug sent heart-wrenching pain through her.

"How can this be..."

Si Rumeng struggled to lift her head, staring at Jiang Mu in utter disbelief.

Her gaze then shifted to the Buddha Lamp in his hand.

This feeling... it was exactly the same as when Black Mountain controlled her.