Chapter 1148: Chapter 99: A Battle Between Equals

The most important value of a ninja is to remain unseen.

Dressed like this, what kind of proper ninja could you be?

What’s more, this is a Sword Dojo, not a ninja village.

The moment she detected the female ninja, Ah Xiang’s eyes transformed into bright cat eyes. She pulled a palm-sized Command Flag from her bosom and tossed it towards the ninja.

The Command Flag, made from Talisman Paper, grew in the wind. By the time it reached the ninja, it had turned into a Big Spear eight feet long, piercing through the ninja’s body with a boom.

However, as the dust cleared, only a tuft of jet-black hair remained at the scene.

At the critical moment, the ninja also used a Substitution Technique, avoiding Ah Xiang’s attack. Simultaneously, she flashed behind Ah Xiang, pulling out a shuriken and thrusting it fiercely towards her back.

Ah Xiang turned to dodge, but unexpectedly stumbled, nearly falling. Looking down, she discovered her ankle had already been entwined by a lock of hair at some unknown time.

Inside the room, Huang Anshi flipped open a notebook, revealing a line of text.

“Hair-Tying Ghost Mother: A demon born from an Evil Technique, using the hair of a pregnant woman who died as a sacrificial offering, permeated with a longing and hatred for life. The flesh is just a shell; the hair is the true body.”

The people who clamor for the legalization of the custom industry often only talk about the good aspects. For example, earning money and gaining financial freedom early by enjoying youth, or access to good quality and affordable services without worrying about marriage traps…

They won’t tell you that in the past, women in this industry rarely reached the age of twenty. Falling ill or getting pregnant was tantamount to a death sentence, facing various forms of exploitation, oppression, and humiliation.

In the future era, most men who have a basic understanding of state policy, even if they don’t fully comprehend it, have at least heard about it. It is instead some women who remain entirely ignorant and have no desire to learn about it.

The sea priest holds a large number of young Fusang female workers. As for where the older ones have gone, no one cares and no one is bothered.

The appearance of this demon may provide an answer to this question from a certain perspective.

“Afu, prepare the firearms.”

After understanding the origin and background of the demon, Huang Anshi briefly pondered and switched tactics.

The Demon Hunter is not a strictly defined sect or secret organization, nor does it possess any particularly powerful Secret Technique. It categorically isn’t even considered a profession, just a representation of identity.

In this line of work, the most important thing isn’t your strength, although strength does matter; more importantly, it’s having rich experience and proficiency in using various methods to deal with all sorts of random Evil Spirits and demons.

To put it bluntly, it’s actually a commercialized version of the Special Service Bureau.

The Federation’s system is different, and the government exercises less control. Banks, hospitals, and such are generally private rather than state-owned.

On the rooftop, Ah Xiang’s foot was caught by hair, and the female ninja’s shuriken descended straight towards her calf. Just as it was about to pierce through her calf, Ah Xiang’s fingernails suddenly extended, her body folding in a bizarre posture as she utilized grappling techniques: one hand grabbed the female ninja’s arm, the other clasped her shoulder.

Sharp nails tore through the skin, but felt no muscles or bones underneath. Ah Xiang barely exerted any force yet managed to rip that arm off, discovering it was merely a human skin.

Countless dense hairs gushed from the female ninja’s shoulder wound, enveloping Ah Xiang.

At this moment, Afu leaped onto the wall, raising a fire-breaking lantern towards the female ninja, opening the lampshade and blowing hard with puffed cheeks.

A dragon of fire shot from his mouth, instantly lighting up the entire sky above the dojo.

Afu spewed fire for seven whole seconds, and the flames fueled by consecrated kerosene burned all the hair the female ninja released into thick smoke in the blink of an eye.

The female ninja screamed miserably, patted the remaining flames on her body while retreating quickly.

Freed from the hair’s restraints, Ah Xiang fetched another Command Flag from her bosom, shaking it in the wind and transforming it into a spear to charge at the female ninja.

The two engaged in a back-and-forth battle, from the front hall to the backyard, entangling each other until they both slipped feet and rolled off the roof into the scalding hot pool below.

Before they could get up, a pair of large armored hands suddenly reached up from underneath, grabbing their ankles and plunging them into the water with a splash.

Afu, who arrived shortly after, looked at the clear water no more than two feet deep, utterly baffled.

Where are they?

Huang Anshi felt alarmed, thinking damn it! The demon that had been lurking within the Liusheng Dojo actually chose this time to act!

Li Mumu, who was remotely operating from next door, was equally startled.

It was Li Mumu’s first time connecting someone with the gods in this way, resulting in clumsy and fumbling efforts. The girl had invoked General Li, and the Talisman Paper Command Flag she wielded needed to be matched with General Li’s Divine Skills to attain maximum potency.

She didn’t even realize she had summoned the wrong Immortal, and when Li Mumu tried to communicate with her, she found she couldn’t hear.

The Guiding Bodhisattva already had its own system of inheritance, and using this method of possession was like an African using an AK-47 as a staff — the equipment is mismatched with the brain, resulting in chaotic force application.

Accidentally, she got caught up with the indiscreetly dressed female ninja, rolling off the roof and being dragged into a deep undercurrent with a splash.

Glub glub—

Both were caught off guard, choking on water in large gulps, struggling to move their bodies and surface for air.

After much effort, they finally poked their heads out from underwater, only to unexpectedly bump into the stone ceiling above.

Where the hell have you taken me?

Li Mumu glared at Nanyun Qianye, who looked innocent: “You said there was no hidden pathway underwater?”

“What hidden pathway underwater?”

Nanyun Qianye looked bewildered.

Liusheng Dojo not only has hot springs, but the floors beneath the rooms also have water channels, designed somewhat akin to geothermal heating.

In winter, the hot water from the springs can be used for warmth. In summer, they block the hot springs and switch to cool water for cooling.

As for the dampness issue… your business itself revolves around pools, so there’s no fear of moisture.

Previously, Shen Qingxi, driven by curiosity, lifted a floorboard to investigate and found the depth in the channel to be no more than two feet, which normally could not allow for human passage.

But Ah Xiang and the female ninja’s experience undoubtably demonstrated that the underground structure of Liusheng Dojo wasn’t as simple as it appeared.

In just a split-second distraction, they were dragged into some inexplicable location.

At this moment, the sound of a car came from outside again.

Night fell, marking the business hours of Liusheng Dojo.

Wait a minute…

Li Mumu’s heart stirred, wondering if the timing was a coincidence. Could it be that the force that dragged them underwater didn’t want their fighting to disrupt the normal business of Liusheng Dojo?

She walked to the door, peeking outside through the crack, and saw a few young people cheerfully walking in.

“Young Master Wu said he’s picking up the tab tonight!”