Chapter 1271
Instant Killing of Infant Spirits
Chapter 1271 Instant Killing of Infant Spirits
With a "chirp," the little white thing was tightly bound by silver threads formed from runes and began to struggle violently.
No matter how much it struggled, it could not break free from the thin silver threads, as fine as hair.
Soon, the hands, feet, and head disappeared. The infant spirit was like a plastic bag billowing in a strong wind; it was no longer recognizable as human.
"Not bad," Du Xingyu commented leisurely, "but it's best to be more decisive when dealing with this type of infant spirit. Once trapped, kill it directly, or at least eliminate it completely. Because its most common attack method is..."
The infant spirit could not escape no matter what, and suddenly emitted a sharp crack.
Lin Fan had excellent hearing to begin with, and was caught off guard, so he quickly covered his ears, but he still couldn't stop the buzzing in his head and the tinnitus. His heartbeat suddenly stopped, as if it had been squeezed hard by something, and then slowly released.
My breathing, which was already a bit labored, felt even more strained.
"Look!" Du Xingyu, already prepared, covered Shen Xiuyuan's ears and said after the fact, "That's it. The bursting sound of the infant spirit can touch the soul, and it is also a signal to call for friends. So, you'd better hurry up."
Lin Fan felt terrible; his mind was completely blank. He suddenly clenched his fist and crushed the screaming thing.
The silver thread swiftly passed through the scattered blocks, and wherever it passed, the shattered white spirits seemed to be drawn in and absorbed by the silver thread, disappearing instantly.
The silver thread also vanished like smoke and turned into dust the instant after all the spirit fragments disappeared...
Shen Xiuyuan pulled Du Xingyu's hand away, his expression strange, and said, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Seeing Lin Fan shaking his head in distress, Shen Xiuyuan would have suspected that Du Xingyu was deliberately messing with Lin Fan if he didn't know that the two had no grudge against each other.
"What's the use of just talking?" Du Xingyu didn't deny his intentions at all, and laughed nonchalantly. "Only by experiencing it firsthand can you leave a deep impression. See, this way you can ruthlessly destroy the infant spirits, right?"
Shen Xiuyuan was speechless. He thought to himself, "That thing can be destroyed without being ruthless!" Lin Fan wasn't exactly a soft-hearted girl either.
However, this direct approach to combat... is truly in line with Senior Uncle Yifeng's simple and brutal teaching style...
Thinking that Du Xingyu might have learned it in the same way, Shen Xiuyuan, who was not proficient in soul techniques, felt that he had no right to comment.
Since Master Yifeng has already said that Du Xingyu definitely has the ability to back him up, he shouldn't get involved.
"Listen!" Du Xingyu smiled and opened the Cloud Summoning Ridge, covering himself and Yu Sinian's heads. "The reinforcements have arrived. It's time to test your recent learning results."
When Yunxiuzhao is not activated, it looks like an ordinary oil-paper umbrella.
Shen Xiuyuan looked up at the bright color of the umbrella's center and was almost dizzy from the dense patterns on the umbrella ribs. He quickly looked away.
In the fog, the sound of dripping water gathered from all directions, like the sound of many insects' feet tapping on fallen leaves, or like water droplets falling on a hard shell.
Lin Fan also heard the noise and calmed his breathing.
She had already memorized the incantations for dealing with spirits, and now all she lacked was the opportunity to practice and master them.
What are the different characteristics of different spirits? What methods are more suitable? These are things she needs to gradually understand through battle.
Countless infant spirits suddenly crawled out of the fog and rushed towards the three of them.
Perhaps there was some special information in the cries of the infant spirits just now, because these later infant spirits crawled very fast, like mechanical toys wound up at high speed.
On their indistinct heads, there were even jagged mouths that stretched across their small heads, like a Pac-Man constantly biting up and down, making eerie sounds.
Faced with such a clearly defined, mechanized infant spirit, Lin Fan's heart sank.
She was simply unsure about things that were vague and intangible. But once she made them concrete and knew she was capable of handling them, these white, ethereal things weren't much different from the Grotesque worms that had invaded Lanxing. With her mind at ease, her head became increasingly clear, her thoughts sharp, and her hand movements became more and more organized, skillful, and fluid.
This time, she deliberately avoided using magical artifacts like the Soul-Suppressing Bell, simply wanting to improve her proficiency in soul magic.
Shen Xiuyuan was initially a little worried, but seeing Lin Fan go from being flustered to handling things with ease, and being able to quickly adjust his movements according to Du Xingyu's instructions, he basically felt relieved.
"What you're encountering now is still a low-level spirit, so killing it is relatively easy. Take this opportunity to practice the connection between trapping, binding, and annihilating." Du Xingyu instructed Lin Fan while looking at him. "Trapping low-level spirits is easier than killing them. But if you want to trap a high-level spirit, killing it is much easier than trapping it. Practice more! Make the incantation a subconscious reaction of your body, so that in a critical moment, before your mind has time to think, your body can react and save your life."
Lin Fan knew this; it was body memory.
Her swordsmanship was honed through the guidance of her senior brother.
This place was originally a great training ground for soul techniques. But because of the Lingzhen Pavilion's treasure vault, it may end up like Mingmin Mountain—once you leave, you'll never be able to come back.
Knowing that this was a rare opportunity, Lin Fan put in all his effort.
Shen Xiuyuan and Du Xingyu stood leisurely to the side, watching her go from clumsy to skillful. In no time, she demonstrated countless possible outcomes for the infant spirit, showing no signs of being a first-timer. They were once again amazed by Lin Fan's extraordinary talent.
“Speaking of which,” Shen Xiuyuan suddenly said with a puzzled look, “Last time Lin Fan said she also encountered an infant spirit, right? And this time too… Logically speaking, the place we’re standing on should be different by now, so how is it such a coincidence that it’s always an infant spirit? And we’ve already killed so many, yet it’s still an infant spirit. Can’t it be a different kind of spirit?”
“Didn’t we suspect before that different types of spirits were placed separately?” Du Xingyu didn’t find it strange. “This might be some kind of special control method, where only one type of spirit exists in each fixed space. Unless you leave this space, theoretically, what comes out will always be an infant spirit.”
"As for the coincidence of infant spirits, there is a theory that is not well-documented. It is said that although infant spirits are small, their sensitivity to spiritual energy is stronger than that of adult spirits. Just like many children have certain psychic abilities when they are young, and can intuitively sense strength and evil, but the various experiences they encounter in their growth will wear down their nature, and when they become adults, they are all dull and lifeless, and can only live by those wasted experiences."
Lin Fan has a special spiritual root and the largest spiritual energy reserve. It is not surprising that various special circumstances have led to the infant spirits being attracted to her.
As time went on, Lin Fan eliminated more and more infant spirits with each swift stroke of his blade, almost to the point of instant kills.
As her skills improved, her attitude towards these "kids" gradually became as steady as a seasoned veteran. She even became somewhat numb from the repetitive movements.
Sure enough, even the scariest things become commonplace after seeing them a lot.
Seeing that her handling of infant spirits was impeccable, Du Xingyu immediately decided to change the location and the target to continue practicing.
However, different spirits have different characteristics, so the responses to them will also be different.
Knowing that Lin Fan was also quite knowledgeable about formations, Du Xingyu effortlessly controlled the endless stream of infant spirits and even stirred up a breeze to disperse some of the mist, making it easier for Lin Fan to break the formation.
Lin Fan studied it for a while and found the location of the array point without spending too much time.
The moment the formation was broken, the light suddenly dimmed, and the white mist became thin and transparent.
"What's going on?" Shen Xiuyuan looked up at the moon. "Have we gone into battle? It's already night?"
Lin Fan looked at the rope connecting Mu Jingjing and the others, which was still hanging silently, hidden in mid-air.
He reached out and pulled a few times, and a long section of rope dangled to the ground, but he still couldn't see the person at the other end. He let go and said, "It doesn't look like there is. Maybe every area is shrouded in white mist."
"Look," Du Xingyu gestured for them to pay attention.
The thin clouds seemed to have been parted from both sides, revealing the lake that had been hidden behind them.
Countless water droplets hovered above the lake, taking on an eerie bluish-green hue under the moonlight.