Yama Rising

Chapter 182: Wake (2)

Qin Ye shifted his hands to his waist, but didn’t transform into his emissary state just yet.

It’s still not time…

Don’t rush… Patience…

The reporters gathered outside the funerary hall gasped as they retreated to the side. The cameramen also screamed as they backed away. The entire funerary hall was instantly thrown into chaos, and only the fixed and standing cameras continued to capture and broadcast the ensuing madness.

The students were even more dumbstruck. A number of students stared blankly at the empty seats around them, second guessing whether those seats had truly been occupied just a moment ago.

Whoosh… The hanging palace lights in the memorial hall and electrical lights in the funerary hall were instantly shattered and extinguished by the powerful gale. All that remained was the foreboding dance of the emissaries amidst the gusts of nethergale.

“You’re courting death!!”

“Open!” With a furious bellow, the coffins opened up, and seven female corpses, each dressed in clothes representing a different dynasty - Qin, Han, Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing, drifted out of their coffins as though they were puppets dancing to the tune of their strings.

Rumble! A crackle of lightning amidst the torrential downpour erased all traces of sounds from the abrupt chaos in the funerary hall.

The concerted attack of the seven corpse puppets shot forward unrelentingly. Yet in that critical moment, a soulless blue light abruptly gleamed in the darkness. The frontmost student had opened his mouth wide - so wide that even his cheeks were torn apart and a mix of his saliva and blood dribbled down. And when the student’s lips were finally a foot wide apart, a blue flower bloomed silently.

“Go!!” The student whose lips were emitting the soulless blue light immediately screamed. Without missing a beat, a dozen or so voices leapt into the air and shot forward wildly.

Shk shk shk! The whizzing sound of throwing weapons continuously tore through the air as the joints of the corpse puppets clattered menacingly. Despite that, the dozen or so figures continued to shoot through the air and hurtle straight towards the funerary hall without pausing, completely ignoring the hail of attacks emanating from the seven corpse puppets. Seeing that his efforts were in vain, Lou Chuan promptly put his palms together, sending all of the joints hurtling towards the hall in hot pursuit of the mysterious figures. Just then, he suddenly discovered…

Qin Ye instantly shot to his feet in front of the television.

It was a resplendent flower. However, its petals were composed entirely out of Yin spirits. And when it bloomed, it looked almost as though an underworld had blossomed!

“This is…” Qin Ye muttered in disbelief.

“If these dozen or so emissaries possess a complete Yin artifact each, the force of their combined abilities would be so great that even I would struggle against them, much less the Special Investigations Department that has never experienced such a battle before!”

A blast of cold wind struck Lou Chuan before he could even finish speaking. Lou Chuan looked up, only to notice that the student he had ignored was already clinging to the ceiling like a spider. The student’s eyes were now a jade-green colour, and so much Yin energy was pouring from the student’s body that it looked almost on the brink of rupture.

“You’re in the realm of a Soul Hunter, yet you possess strength that is well beyond your realm. Your combat techniques hardly resemble that of Cathayan Yin spirits either. Looks like you’re going to be the perfect specimen for the SRC’s studies.” Lou Chuan didn’t dare to let his guard down. He scrunched his fingers, and the dismembered limbs of the corpse puppets quickly broke free of the web’s clutches and rushed straight up to meet the charge of the spider-like student. With a great battle cry, both sides unleashed a flurry of attacks, leaving afterimages of gleaming blade lights in its wake.

Tao Ran.

He gently raised his old, withered hands. Whoooosh… A gentle breeze swept by, and true energy began to surge and flow from his body, forming a large Taiji symbol around him that spun ceaselessly on the ground.

Some of their necks were completely deformed from Tao Ran’s attack. But as they got up, they simply snapped them back into place with a click. Tao Ran sighed wistfully, “These truly aren’t humans…”

He slammed his palms together, and the true energy began to twist and contort in the air around him, quickly congealing into two massive palms that instantly bore down on the extraterritorial emissaries. Crackling sounds could be heard in the air wherever the palms passed. The extraterritorial emissaries instantly shrieked in rage as they desperately struggled against Tao Ran’s unexpected attack.

“[In English] One minute!” A burly, almost bear-like figure beside gnashed his teeth as he desperately resisted the oppressive true energy, “[In English] The Judge will arrive in no more than thirty seconds! The formation array outside has already been activated, but it can only hold out for another thirty seconds at best!”

“[In English] We’re dead if we can’t get to the casket before the Judge arrives!”

Sha… A brilliant golden light lit up, followed which… Sha sha sha!! The bodies of each extraterritorial emissary began to glow with a bright luster!

Tao Ran stood in the middle of the eight trigrams symbol on the ground and gasped in shock.

How could mere Soul Hunters be operating Hellguard-class Yin artifacts?! No… I’ve never even heard of the existence of such Yin artifacts to begin with! The Special Investigations Department has always tracked the existence of all Yin artifacts with close scrutiny, so how did so many appear all at once?! And to think that the quality of these Yin artifacts are so unbelievably high as well!

He wouldn’t be able to resist the attack on his own!

Only forty-two seconds had passed since midnight. It hadn’t even been more than a minute.

“How dare you create a scene at our academy…” Su Feng’s gaze was laced with a murderous intent. An ancient fan appeared in his hands as he dashed forward, and wisps of true energy began to wrap around his right arm, causing all of his veins to bulge in an instant. Then, he swung with all his mind, “You’re asking for it!!”

Seven Stars Flashing Moon.

The cooperation among highly-skilled experts was an amazing display of tacit trust and understanding. Lou Chuan’s fingers instantly twitched in the blink of an eye, and short blades emerged from the seven corpse puppets’ dismembered limbs and frantically rushed towards the falling emissary in an instant.

This was the Professor of the Faculty of Underworldly Craftsmen - an elite corpse driver whose reputation precedes him.

BOOM!!

[TL: PHEW. Thank god for that.]

[TL: Further edit - He appears to only do that a few chapters down, so I’ll still be doing what I can with the rest for now.]

1. This was a technique used by Lin Han in his duel with Qin Ye back at Chapter 100.