76 Uninvited Gues

"Do you want to practice it again?" Sunier asked.

"No. That's enough for the day. I must have made some mistakes." Han Jin frowned. "If I can't figure it out, it is no use no matter how many times we practice."

"I can keep going," Moxinke added unnecessarily to show off his strong and tenacious physique, though he had finally felt relieved when Han Jin had said this.

"Oh? Then..." Han Jin looked active again.

"But it's time for dinner!" Moxinke immediately shouted. He wanted to slap himself for his quick mouth. "You must be hungry too, aren't you?"

"I am not hungry." Cessacioun laughed in a cheeky manner. "Nothing is more important than practice. Raphael, you have figured it out, haven't you?"

"Bastard! I know you are the worst!" Moxinke roared.

"Stop arguing for a second. Look, what's over there?" Sunier suddenly interrupted them.

They all looked at the direction in which Sunier was pointing. A strip of a black line was zigzagging toward them from the distance, with dozens of flags fluttering in the wind. It was apparently not a trade caravan, but a large, professional army. They could be from Beitman, judging by where they were going.

"An army?" Moxinke knitted his brows.

"An army who has smelled blood," Han Jin added.

"Smelled blood? What do you mean?" Sunier asked in astonishment.

"Beitman has put forward a verbal protest for a long time, but has never resorted to practical action. Why? Because it didn't want to be involved in the chaotic fight." Han Jin paused. "But now... If I am right, the outcome of the war between Black Raven City and Holy Crown City has been determined, so Beitman can't wait on the sidelines anymore."

Sunier cast a deep glance at Han Jin. No matter if his analysis was right or not, it had proved something.

"In your opinion, can the Beitman troop take advantage of this situation?"

"I don't know war, but I know that a sword will rust if not sharpened." Han Jin smiled. "How long has it been since Beitman has participated in a war?"

"That's not the most important thing, is it?" Sunier said slowly.

"If this isn't even important, then what is?" Han Jin smiled. "Zaganide, the Lord of Black Raven City, is a man hated by many. There must be a lot of people who want to kill him, but he is still alive and well despite the hatred, hostility, fear, and loathing from others. That is indeed a rare talent! On top of that, he continued killing and looting, on his way as if he had nothing to worry about. Why? It's quite obvious that Zaganide has an elite army under his control!"

"The army of Black Raven City... is really terrifying." Sunier's face turned pale. Apparently, she had recalled her days during the guerrilla warfare.

"By the way, Sunier, I remember the first time we met you, you were surrounded by a group of black ravens." Han Jin paused. "Did you... attack their troops?"

"I went there to look for a friend," she sighed.

"A friend?" Han Jin was confused. Weren't the subordinates of Zaganide a group of cruel and evil people? Why would Sunier have a friend there?

"It's complicated. I will tell you later," Sunier replied in a low tone.

"Very well." Han Jin stopped asking since she had no mood to answer him.

***

At dusk, an army transporting military supplies settled down near the village. They had no intention of harassing the villagers nearby, and just set up their camps on the roadside field. Sunier and Moxinke had been watching them the whole afternoon, and didn't go back until they were sure this army hadn't aroused any disturbances.

It wasn't that they were being overly sensitive. In the eyes of the villagers, the group of professionals were rich people who acted very generously when purchasing wheat, mountain products, and the like, from the farmers. They didn't want to bargain with those poor farmers, nor did they have other things except golden coins to exchange for those goods. However, richness entailed danger.

It would be a great trouble if the soldiers knew that there lived a group of rich people in the village. Constant fleeing from one city to another might not have improved their strength very much, but it had taught them how sinister the human heart was.

Han Jin paced back and forth in his room, wondering why his Spirit Possession Art would make him lose control. It shouldn't be like this! The charm was absolutely right, and so was his mental cultivation method. He had read the three classical books of Daoism collected by his teacher many times, and had once successfully performed the Spirit Possession Art in his former world. It had caused no negative effects, except a certain extent of fatigue. Could it be caused by... the difference between the two worlds?

Han Jin set his mind to research this art, because it could bring them great benefits in terms of their overall strength. Though it was just a simple art of Daoism, it was totally different from what Cessacioun had called the "berserker spell".

The latter only improved the operator's physical strength, numbed his nerves, and led him into an extremely irritable and aggressive status, while the former not only improved one's physical strength, but also his observant eyesight and rapid speed. A qualified user of this art could produce a kind of impenetrable defensive ability similar to armor lock and iron skin. The rumor that the operator was invulnerable to either blade or gun was not just nonsense.

And the most important part was, it only took a little energy to make such a Charm of Spirit Possession. It cost as little as that of a Spirit Refreshment Charm, but could produce much greater results.

If they could all use this art, how powerful would they become? Imagine if Cessacioun could fiercely rush into their enemies while swinging his staff. Everyone he touched would instantly die!

Sunier's strength would also double. If she had a bow large enough, she could probably take a tree as her arrow.

As for Moxinke, Han Jin was sure this sturdy fellow would love the feeling.

But, all of that could only happen on one premise: they must be able to retain control of their mind. Han Jin nervously devoted himself to this question without even noticing the passing of time. A long time later, a slight noise came from outside. He happened to be standing at the door, and pushed it open without thinking.

What appeared in front of him was a pair of murderous eyes, filled with despair and resentment. The next moment, a cold light was thrusted directly toward his throat.