Feng Ruoxing shook off Luan Jingchu, drew his sword, and stood firm. "I don't necessarily have to take this person away. I want to see Luan Jingfan."

"If you can take me there, I won't touch a single person or object here. What do you think?"

"I don't think anything!" the other person said in a deep voice. "Elder Sister won't see anyone. You only have two choices: leave here immediately, or die here."

Feng Ruoxing suddenly threw both his sabers to the ground. The Dragon Spine Twin Blades, which had been spinning vertically in the air, crossed and plunged into the ground in the blink of an eye.

One saber hilt faced Feng Ruoxing diagonally, and the other faced the end of the corridor.

Feng Ruoxing said in a deep voice, "If that's the case, let's settle this with Jianghu rules!"

Feng Ruoxing setting down his twin blades was a duel between assassins.

Assassins, although a group of ghosts and demons walking in the dark night, have their own pride.

When fellow assassins meet, they compete to determine who is superior, using only the same weapon. Even if they die in battle, they will not resort to secret tricks.

Assassins are just that proud!

"Shura—Feng Ruoxing!" Feng Ruoxing announced his name first.

"Cang Jian!" A black shadow appeared at the end of the corridor. "No name, no title!"

Cang Jian pointed at Luan Jingchu, "You give the order!"

Luan Jingchu trembled, "Re... ready!"

The word "ready" caused endless killing intent to rise in the corridor.

The iron hooks hanging in the air seemed to sense it as well. The killing intent, like vaporous mist, fluctuated and vibrated violently on both sides of the corridor like wind chimes.

In a short moment, the sound of the shaking iron chains was suppressed by the wails of the ghosts.

Ghosts!

Magical artifacts!

All were cheering for their own side!

At the same time, they were interfering with the opponent's hearing.

In a duel between top assassins, even the slightest interference could lead to a fatal mistake.

Cang Jian suddenly pressed his hand down, and all the iron chains in the air stopped vibrating.

When Feng Ruoxing slightly raised his hand, the ghostly wails from the ward became even more violent. They were helping Feng Ruoxing, and at the same time, demonstrating against Cang Jian.

Luan Jingchu took the opportunity to shout, "Be..."

Before her second word could leave her mouth, Feng Ruoxing sternly stopped her, "Shut up!"

As soon as Feng Ruoxing's voice fell, several dark objects made of ancient coins appeared in his hand.

Luan Jingchu didn't know what Feng Ruoxing was going to do.

Cang Jian, on the other hand, put his hands behind his back.

Although Feng Ruoxing couldn't see Cang Jian's face clearly, he could feel the smile on his face in the darkness.

In the next moment, the eight ancient coins in Feng Ruoxing's hand shot out at the same time, hitting the rooms on both sides of the corridor.

Immediately, fires broke out in the wards, and ghosts wailed everywhere.

Ancient coins were originally magical artifacts used to fight ghosts. With the addition of true qi from a Di Sha-level expert, they exploded in the rooms like raging fire and thunder.

Red flames and green phosphorescence intertwined and spewed out of the doors, and the corridor suddenly became quiet.

Feng Ruoxing said coldly, "I don't need anyone to participate in my duel in any form. If you don't appreciate my kindness, then don't blame me for taking your lives!"

"You! Give the order again!"

Only now did Luan Jingchu see Feng Ruoxing's cultivation.

Luan Jingchu, already terrified and squatting on the ground, could no longer stand up, and didn't even dare to look at Feng Ruoxing and Cang Jian.

Feng Ruoxing said coldly, "You can shout while squatting!"

Luan Jingchu hugged her head tightly, facing the wall, and shouted tremblingly, "Ready!"

The two killing intents erupted again, even more violently than before. The entire corridor seemed to be on fire, filled with murderous intent everywhere, and turning every place into a dead end.

The two assassins' auras instantly reached their peak.

Just as the great battle was about to break out, a roar suddenly came from the corridor.

The hospital walls seemed unable to withstand the killing intent of the two, and exploded into countless fragments in an instant.

Only a second later, those fragments reassembled into simple inner walls made of adobe and wooden boards, and the original electric lights used for lighting were replaced by oil lamps.

In just one second, Feng Ruoxing felt like he had been transported into another space.

"Illusion!" When Feng Ruoxing subconsciously said these two words, Cang Jian's face suddenly changed drastically. Without even saying hello, he disappeared from Feng Ruoxing's sight.

Feng Ruoxing pulled Luan Jingchu up from the ground. "What's going on?"

Luan Jingchu stammered, "So... someone broke the formation. This place has returned to what it was before."

Luan Jingchu didn't explain it clearly, but Feng Ruoxing understood what she meant.

Ningkang Temple had never been renovated.

Someone had set up a large illusion formation in Ningkang Temple to mislead people.

Those who didn't know the truth would think they were entering a hospital when they entered Ningkang Temple. In fact, no matter where they were, they were seeing illusions.

Once the illusion was broken, the so-called Ningkang Hospital would revert to its original appearance.

This so-called inpatient department was clearly where the monks of Ningkang Temple used to rest. Just looking at the scale of the monks' quarters, one could tell that Ningkang Temple must have been prosperous and had many monks in those years.

Later, the monks' quarters became a prison for confining ghosts and monsters.

After Feng Ruoxing reacted, the first person he thought of was Ye Yang!

Among all of us, only Ye Yang is the most proficient in Feng Shui formations, and only he has been observing the entire Ningkang Temple.