Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Demonic Art Flower

Swords and Strange Tales Song of the Southern Palace 2450 words 2026-04-13 05:41:56

Chu Youcai immediately gave the medicinal potion in his arms to Hongyu, but it had no effect whatsoever, as if this miraculous elixir had lost its power in the ghostly realm.

He cast his gaze around anxiously.

Just then, he suddenly noticed a flash of light before him.

Upon closer inspection, he saw a hardened cluster on Hongyu’s chest growing intensely hot and flashing continuously.

“I’ve seen Hongyu wear this cluster all along; it must be very precious. Now, with this abnormality, could it be guiding us somewhere?”

A thought stirred in his heart as he sensed the direction from which the cluster glowed. It pointed towards a place where puppet flowers flourished abundantly.

There, wild shrubs grew thickly, many blood-red branches reaching skyward, exuding an indescribable dominance and fierce savagery.

Taking a few steps in that direction, Chu Youcai found that as the cluster drew nearer to the puppet flowers, its glow intensified.

“Just as I thought!”

With this realization, Chu Youcai no longer hesitated and ventured deeper into the thicket of puppet flowers.

Gradually, he discovered a vast fissure ahead, from which bursts of flame seemed to rise, as if it were the mouth of a volcano.

At that moment, the cluster on Hongyu’s chest blazed with extreme heat. Chu Youcai’s mind sharpened as he peered into the fissure.

What he saw filled his eyes with delight.

In the distance, seven or eight demonic lotus flowers were growing.

Among them, two bore more than twenty petals each.

This was a kind of celestial herb native to the ghostly realm, comparable in effect to the He Shou Wu and millennial ginseng of the mortal world—both capable of rapidly restoring one’s spiritual cultivation. A demonic lotus with over twenty petals signified that consuming it could restore twenty years’ worth of cultivation in a short time.

Such celestial herbs were exceedingly rare in the mortal realm. Legend had it that these herbs had survived since the ancient times, persisting endlessly to this day. They were nearly impossible to transplant, let alone mass-produce.

If discovered in the mortal world, they would surely cause a massive upheaval. Those with decades of spiritual cultivation would covet them greedily.

Back then, Second Mistress had purchased a ten-year supply of He Shou Wu for half a million taels of silver, and that alone was enough to secure the aid of scholar Liu.

Yet here, so many demonic lotus flowers grew, some with a twenty-year potency.

In terms of value, they must be worth several times more than the ten-year He Shou Wu.

Altogether, these demonic lotus flowers would be worth over five million taels of silver in the mortal world.

Chu Youcai’s heart soared with joy, thinking that once Hongyu consumed these flowers, her damaged spirit would surely recover swiftly.

But he did not let his guard down.

He knew that all spiritual treasures of heaven and earth were guarded by fierce beasts; a single misstep could spell utter doom.

He became increasingly cautious.

Passing through the narrow, shadowy fissure, he drew ever closer.

Just as he rounded a corner and was about to see the demonic lotus flowers clearly, Chu Youcai suddenly froze.

He heard the sounds of a struggle ahead.

Stealthily moving closer and hiding within the thicket, Chu Youcai saw a fearsome ghost wielding a blood-red trident, stabbing at a newly born ghost bathed entirely in red.

The fearsome ghost’s body flickered with blood shadows, exuding a killing intent so fierce it rivaled that of Wu, the Dark Butcher. Rocks flew wildly around them.

What amazed Chu Youcai was that the fearsome ghost wielded the trident with wild, frenzied skill, yet the newborn ghost easily countered every attack.

Newborn ghosts were typically very weak—even a person with strong vitality could annihilate them with a touch. The fearsome ghost, able to manifest a human form and wielding overwhelming power far beyond Wu’s, should have been invincible. Yet it was powerless against this newborn ghost.

How could this newborn ghost be so strong?

Chu Youcai scrutinized more closely and uncovered the secret.

The newborn ghost wore a golden helmet on its head, which radiated flames. Countless fiery sparks danced and swirled around, warding off the fearsome ghost’s every strike.

At this moment, Chu Youcai clearly saw the newborn ghost was a ten-year-old girl, dressed in blue, with a face as round and rosy as an apple, and eyes like cold stars. For some reason, she bore a striking resemblance to Hongyu.

The fearsome ghost sneered, “Little brat, you think wearing such a helmet lets you snatch these demonic lotus flowers? Don’t you know this is the territory of our Shahe Ghost Generals? For your father’s sake, I’m feeling merciful today and won’t kill you. Now, leave at once!”

The girl’s voice was clear and crisp. “Nonsense! If you could have taken me down, you would have done it already! Trying to scatter my focus won’t work. The demonic lotus flowers are treasures of heaven and earth—do you really think the Shahe Ghost Generals can guard them? If my father were here, there wouldn’t be a trace of you left!”

Upon hearing this, Chu Youcai’s heart stirred. Could this girl’s father also be one of the ghost generals?

The thought of demonic lotus flowers attracting ghost generals heightened Chu Youcai’s vigilance.

The fearsome ghost, startled that the girl rejected his deception, let out a sharp cry, “How dare you insult my master!”

It swung the trident with murderous intent, unleashing all its ghostly energy in a charge toward the girl.

Almost simultaneously, another ghost figure leapt out from the side—a fierce ghost as well—shrieking as it charged to attack the girl from behind, intent on a pincer strike.

It was a planned ambush.

The girl’s expression changed drastically. She glanced briefly toward Chu Youcai’s hiding spot, then turned back swiftly. Flames erupted from her helmet, barely holding off both ghosts.

But soon, she began to pant heavily.

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