My uncle and three black-clad specters were locked in combat. Although my uncle held the upper hand, pressing down on the trio, neither Mo nor I hesitated.
Grabbing our peach wood swords, we charged forward to assist.
"Uncle, we're here!"
"Dare to touch my master, you've had enough of living!"
Mo and I roared, rushing forward at full speed.
Upon seeing Mo and me charging near, two of the black-clad specters simultaneously split off, heading straight for us.
Though called black-clad specters, they were more like ghost cultivators. This was because all three were wrapped in black robes, their faces unseen. Unlike ordinary specters who used claws, these used weapons: Japanese swords.
This immediately struck me as abnormal, reminding me of the three Yin Yang masters from the Japanese Nine Chrysanthemum sect we'd encountered when checking into the hotel. However, I couldn't dwell on that now.
The most important thing was to defeat them first.
Mo charged the most fiercely. Seeing the black-clad specters approach, he didn't say a word and unleashed his ultimate move upon contact.
With a low growl:
"Thunder Technique, Thunder Axe!"
In an instant, arcs of electricity erupted from the peach wood axe in Mo's hand. Leaping into the air, he brought the axe down.
At that moment, flashes of lightning filled the air. The black-clad specter was immediately sent howling by the electric arcs and kicked away by Mo.
On my side, I wasted no time. Activating the Qian Kun True Art, I unleashed a "Break" spell.
"Heaven and Earth have no limits, Qian Kun has laws, Break!"
The specter raised his sword to block. However, my sword strike instantly snapped the weapon in his hand. The tip of my sword grazed his shoulder.
The specter cried out in pain and stumbled backward…
Meanwhile, the black-clad specter fighting my uncle was sent flying by a palm strike. All three specters were overwhelmed, no match for us.
They scrambled to their feet in panic. The leading black-clad specter glanced at us with a mixture of tension and malice. Suddenly, it spoke:
"Tettai!"
"Japanese! They are those three Japanese Yin Yang masters!"
I said in a deep voice, confirming my suspicions. It was definitely because of the room dispute. Those three Japanese harbored resentment and came to ambush us late at night.
At my words, the three black-clad specters retreated, heading towards the edge of the rooftop.
Mo, a devoted anime fan, played a crucial role here. He immediately translated:
"He says they want to retreat!"
My uncle snorted:
"Come when they please, leave when they please?"
With that, my uncle drew three talismans and hurled them at the trio. Performing a hand seal, he roared:
"Town Talisman Order,敕!"
The three talismans flew rapidly. Once affixed, escape would be impossible.
However, the leading black-clad Yin Yang master suddenly turned around. Three kunai appeared in his hand, the most common weapon of Japanese ninjas. He threw the kunai at the three talismans my uncle had cast:
"Shuriken!"
The kunai moved with great speed, piercing all three talismans thrown by my uncle.
With three explosive sounds, "bang bang bang," I saw this and quickly formed a hand seal.
Unleashing the "敕" spell.
"Heaven and Earth have no limits, Qian Kun borrows the law, 敕!"
Guiding with my sword fingers, my peach wood sword shot out with a "swoosh," directly targeting one of the black-clad Yin Yang masters.
At this moment, the three Yin Yang masters stepped onto the guardrail and leaped from the rooftop. My cast peach wood sword followed closely…
The three Yin Yang masters simultaneously formed hand seals, chanting in unison:
"Indō! Hishō Hō!"
Their pronunciation was roughly like this. As they spoke, their bodies twisted and became ethereal, clearly about to disappear.
However, just as the three were about to vanish, the peach wood sword I controlled struck one of them before she disappeared. Although that Yin Yang master vanished the next second, we all heard her scream. It was the female Yin Yang master…
After the three Yin Yang masters disappeared, I recalled my peach wood sword.
Mo was indignant:
"Damn it! Those three bastards got away."
"Hmph, as long as they are in the hotel, they can't escape. Let's go down and search!"
My uncle was also angered. We don't provoke trouble, but no one should try to provoke us. If we were ordinary people, we would have fallen victim to their wicked schemes tonight. If we didn't show them a lesson, did they think we were made of mud, or that we Eastern Taoists were easy to bully?
My uncle turned and ran directly towards the stairwell. Mo and I quickly followed.
Then, we heard my uncle say:
"Xiao Qin, you guard the lobby downstairs. Don't let these bastards escape. Mo, go check on your junior sister. I'll go find these three grandsons…"
My uncle's face was full of rage; he was truly angry. Mo and I nodded in unison:
"Yes!"
With that! We rushed downstairs and began to split up. I took the elevator directly downstairs. My uncle started looking for them, and Mo went to check on Chen Yao's condition.
When I reached the lobby, apart from the receptionists chatting, there was no one else. Seeing me come down from upstairs with a wooden sword in hand, looking around for someone, the receptionist politely asked:
"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"
Hearing this, I adopted a polite demeanor:
"Excuse me, could you please tell me. Which room were the three Japanese people who argued with us for the room staying in?"
The receptionist was stunned, then replied:
"Sir, the three you mentioned have already checked out with their luggage…"