Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Weasel’s Fart

A flash of crimson sword light swept through, instantly unleashing a storm of slaughter before the Huang residence. The skeletal warriors charged into the crowd of guests like tigers among sheep, wreaking havoc mercilessly.

These guests were not mere lambs to the slaughter; each bore some martial skill. Yet, against overwhelming power, their resistance was utterly futile. Every skeletal warrior was a formidable fighter—those wielding greatswords were peerless generals like Guan Yu, while those with long swords were master swordsmen of the highest caliber.

Though the guests were skilled, they lacked weapons and were no match for the skeletal warriors’ protective aura. Even when struck, they remained unaffected, doomed to suffer a one-sided massacre.

The bloodthirsty flying sword’s vampiric ability was terrifying. Even a mere graze could drain vast amounts of blood from its target. If the blade lingered within the body for a few seconds, it could suck the victim dry.

Li Yunfei drew his flying sword, and the corpse of a weasel collapsed. It was the butler who had confronted Li Yunfei, who, after being pierced through the chest by the bloodthirsty sword, reverted back into a bipedal weasel. Its blood transformed into the purest spiritual energy, flowing along the blade into Li Yunfei’s body, enhancing his cultivation.

The experience gained from the sword’s blood-sucking effect far surpassed that earned from killing the dungeon monster itself, causing Li Yunfei’s eyes to gleam with excitement. He decided that unless absolutely necessary, he would avoid unleashing large formations, preferring to take down enemies one by one.

By now, the ground before the Huang residence was littered with weasel corpses, yet scarcely a drop of blood stained the scene. With the bloodthirsty flying sword, there was never a grisly spectacle.

Though skeletal warriors lacked the ability to wield swords mid-air, their close-quarters swordplay was no less formidable. Li Yunfei and Honghong each commanded their flying swords, efficiently harvesting the weasel spirits disguised as guests outside the Huang residence.

At this moment, the residence’s gates had been shut by two retainers. The remaining dozens of guests outside had no escape and fought desperately against the skeletal warriors.

Suddenly, seizing the opportunity while the skeletal warriors were entangled, a dozen guests broke out from the fray and lined up outside, turning their backs and bending over, presenting their rear ends to the battlefield.

Honghong shouted a warning, “Careful! They’re about to fart!”

No sooner had she spoken than the guests surrounding the skeletal warriors scattered to the sides. From the two scent glands on either side of the rear ends of those weasel spirits came a large plume of thick, earth-yellow gas.

Five skeletal warriors failed to dodge in time and were engulfed in the yellow haze.

The skeletal warriors enveloped by the yellow gas immediately froze, their heads swaying unsteadily as if intoxicated.

Li Yunfei was shocked—apparently, the skeletal warriors had fallen into a dizzy state.

One must remember, these beings had no flesh, no senses like smell or nerves. Their very existence depended on soul energy. Yet the weasel spirits’ gas seemed to directly affect their souls, incapacitating even the undead.

Ordinary weasels’ gas was poisonous, composed primarily of butanethiol, pungent and highly flammable, explosively reactive with nitric acid. It caused dizziness, nausea, vomiting, and in severe cases, unconsciousness—the weasel’s ultimate survival mechanism.

The gas from these spirit-weasels was even more potent, capable of corroding souls, effectively becoming a formidable combat support tool. After all, dizziness and paralysis, petrification, or freezing are among the strongest battlefield aids.

“Retreat!” Li Yunfei bellowed. The ten skeletal warriors who had not yet been affected stamped their feet and flew backward, narrowly escaping the yellow mist’s embrace.

The yellow gas spread rapidly and widely, covering nearly thirty feet when the weasel spirits expelled it. As it continued to pour forth, a thin yellow fog formed, creeping toward them.

The five dizzy skeletal warriors, helpless and defenseless, became the targets of the weasel spirits’ fierce assault. With their souls stunned, they could not summon their protective aura, becoming easy prey.

They were struck and tossed about, looking pitiful. Fortunately, their bodies were sturdy enough that these low-level demons could not truly harm them.

The weasel spirits even tried stabbing the skeletal warriors with their seized bloodthirsty flying swords, but it was futile. Without flesh, even a piercing wound merely damaged the aura armor, which was little more than leather without soul energy to activate it.

However, when Li Yunfei noticed a weasel spirit attempting to snatch the Purple-Gold Hammer from a skeletal warrior’s waist, his expression darkened. He called to the little fox, ordering her to command her flying sword to prioritize killing those trying to steal the hammer.

He then formed hand seals and chanted, “Heaven and Earth’s wind, disperse the clouds and fog, swift as the lawful command.”

At once, a glowing symbol of the Xun trigram appeared in the northeast sky, radiating brilliant light.

Li Yunfei pointed his sword forward, and a sudden gust of wind rose behind them, blowing fiercely toward the Huang residence.

The yellow mist instantly recoiled, drawn back toward the residence.

Seeing this, Li Yunfei changed his hand seals and recited again, “Heaven and Earth’s fire, burn away all evil, swift as the lawful command.”

A symbol of the Li trigram appeared in the west, and flames spontaneously erupted in midair.

“Boom!”

Li Yunfei had chosen a perfect spot within the yellow mist for the flames to descend.

The mist ignited explosively, transforming into a fiery cloud. The wind fanned the flames, which rained down into the Huang residence, instantly causing chaos and panic.

Though the skeletal warriors outside the mist did not immediately recover, Li Yunfei and his companions were no longer threatened by the yellow haze.

Their two flying swords became streaks of blood-red light, darting among the weasel spirits, forcing them to dodge frantically, leaving no time to expel any more gas.

Seizing the moment, the ten skeletal warriors charged forward, unleashing another slaughter upon the weasel spirits.

With the support of the Demon-Subduing Eight Trigrams Formation, the weasel spirits could not resist. In moments, they were all cut down, leaving a field of corpses.

The five skeletal warriors who had been stunned outside the yellow mist took over ten seconds to regain consciousness.

This was just the gas of ordinary minor demons; who knew the power of the fart from the level 45 Great Yellow Weasel boss?

The skeletal warriors scrambled up, retrieving their bloodthirsty flying swords, and proceeded to finish off the fallen weasel spirits, draining their blood to convert into experience.

Inside the manor, the fires had been extinguished, indicating a sizable number of weasel spirits had been present.

Li Yunfei and Honghong raised their Purple-Gold Hammers and struck the gates and walls.

“Boom, boom, boom…”

Bricks and stones shattered, dust billowing as the main gate, segments of the surrounding wall, and even the screen wall behind the gate crumbled to ruin.