Chapter 116

"Now!?"

Zhang Fan stared fixedly at the phone screen, looking at the reply from 【Millennium Old Monster】, and immediately showed a strange expression.

"Are you kidding?" Zhang Fan hurriedly sent a message back.

However, the other party was silent again.

"How to meet now? Where are you?" Zhang Fan thought for a while and changed the way of asking.

"If there is a thought, I will surely shine upon it!"

Just at this moment, the screen jumped, and eight big characters jumped out of the 【Millennium Old Monster】's dialog box.

Hum...

In an instant, Zhang Fan's body shook violently, his phone slid down, and his eyes seemed closed yet open, just like a clay statue of a god or Buddha in a temple, his eyes drooping, leaving only a line.

"This is..."

The light and shadow before his eyes parted and merged, vanished and reborn.

"Soul Inner Scene!?"

Zhang Fan felt something. His soul was pulled into the inner scene, but it was not his soul's inner scene.

At this time, the world was vast, with floating light and fleeting shadows. Under the dark sky, the river was vast, like a giant dragon winding, rushing into the distance. The world was at his fingertips, with only a three-part bright moon reflecting the great river.

"Chasing the heavens and earth, crossing the rivers and seas, circling for years to climb the tower. Meeting the moon to open, seeing the moon come, the immortal still remains in the White Jade Capital."

Just at this moment, a light sound rang out, revealing the loneliness and desolation that pierced through the ages, turning and turning like the sobbing of waves, like the wind rising in the heavens and earth, silent and lonely, echoing between the universe.

Zhang Fan's soul reflected, only then did he see that on the vast river, there was actually a figure stopping, floating on the waves.

"It's you!?"

Zhang Fan was surprised and uncertain. He didn't know what the background of this person was. Without appearing, he could actually pull him into his soul's inner scene. The strength of his supernatural powers and the horizontal nature of his methods were simply unimaginable.

Swish...

The waves surged, crushing the bright moon reflected on the river surface, and the rising wind blew the corners of that lonely figure's clothes.

Between heaven and earth, there was only the sound of wind and waves, setting off that lonely figure, making him appear even more desolate.

"Are you the Millennium Old Monster!?"

Zhang Fan hesitated slightly before speaking, asking tentatively.

Rumble...

As soon as the words fell, on the vast river surface, a great wind suddenly rose, blowing the wild waves into layers, startling the angry waves into rolling.

Just at this moment, that lonely and mysterious figure turned slowly and looked at Zhang Fan.

"Hmm!?"

Zhang Fan became alert immediately and subconsciously retreated backward.

On the rolling Yangtze Jianghe, that mysterious figure hadn't moved a single bit. He seemed to have merged into this endless, desolate, and lonely artistic conception.

Hum...

Just at this moment, that mysterious figure raised his hand slowly, but he drew in the void, just one stroke, from top to bottom.

One stroke of strange momentum like a sword rising, crisscrossing the universe and shaking the river.

Just one stroke, as if in the shape of a sword, but the momentum rose upward, also as if it were a jumping flame.

Such an artistic conception was very similar to the Lu Zu stele rubbing Zhang Fan saw in the Pure Yang Hall of Zhenwu Mountain.

On that day, every character of the Pure Yang stele rubbing Zhang Fan saw was also like a jumping flame. Brother Daoist Pojie said that the Pure Yang Patriarch followed the Fire Dragon blade to practice alchemy in his early years and obtained the wonder of true fire.

Later, the Pure Yang Patriarch's fire path was completed, and he practiced immortality and forged swords, leaving behind a word.

In the past, I met the Fire Dragon Lord, and a sword was passed down to accompany this body. Heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers follow the knots, and the stars, sun, and moon let the wheels stop.

At this very moment, that stroke in the void was like a sword and like fire. In Zhang Fan's eyes, it gradually overlapped with the Pure Yang stele rubbing he had seen. Endless mysteries were born within it, and there was the True Sword Formula of Alchemy Fire.

Rumble...

Outside the hotel, thunder rumbled, and dark clouds surged, obscuring the bright moon.

Jiang Hu looked out the window, unable to help but knit his brows.

Practitioners of the Dao sense heaven and man and are most sensitive to changes in Qi. Obviously, the magnetic field around the hotel had already been disrupted.

"Zhang Fan... I'm afraid it won't be peaceful tonight." Jiang Hu called out, but there was no response at all.

"Hmm!?"

Jiang Hu turned his head to look and saw Zhang Fan sitting cross-legged on the bed, his breath long and steady, as if it were there and yet not.

"Entering meditation at this time!?" Jiang Hu's gaze sank slightly.

Thump, thump, thump...

Just at this moment, a knock on the door came.

"Who?" Jiang Hu became alert immediately.

"It's us..."

Zhan Xinyue's voice came from outside the door.

Jiang Hu's expression relaxed slightly, and he hurriedly got up to open the door.

The door opened, and Sui Brother Chunsheng was holding an old and ancient dirt jar, with yellow-bright talismans pasted on it, which were actually 【Hundred Characters】 talismans, engraved with the Great Seal of Executing Demons and Suppressing Monsters.

"Damn it... what's in this?" Jiang Hu's heart skipped a beat.

He is an expert in the way of talismans, passed down from the Maoshan legitimate sect, so he could naturally see that the talismans sealing the dirt jar were extraordinary.

Hundred-character talismans, ordinary high-merit practitioners might not be able to draw them, let alone the fact that there was also the Great Seal of Executing Demons and Suppressing Monsters on this talisman.

This was almost the highest-level talisman Jiang Hu had ever seen for sealing monsters and evil spirits. If it were in ancient times, this level of monster and evil spirit would be qualified to be suppressed in the Demon-Subduing Well of a famous mountain Daoist temple.

"Isn't this a joke?" Jiang Hu began to mutter.

He originally thought that the things they were asked to escort were ordinary, but he didn't expect them to be so important, sealing such a great demon. If there was the slightest mistake, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Is there no one in the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance?" Jiang Hu thought to himself.

"He entered meditation?"

Zhan Xinyue had just entered the door when she noticed Zhang Fan's state. His soul was parting and merging, as if it were there and yet not, just the appearance of entering meditation and returning to stillness.

"Yeah."

Jiang Hu responded casually, but his gaze was fixed on the dirt jar without blinking.

"It won't be peaceful tonight."

Sui Brother Chunsheng put down the dirt jar and pushed it in front of Jiang Hu.

A simple sentence indicated that these two young experts from Jiangnan Province had also noticed the strangeness around the hotel.

It had just passed the beginning of autumn, and it was the middle of the night. Thunder was booming, and fog was surging around the hotel. Such an unusual weather phenomenon was really unreasonable.

"The experts from the Wu Wei Sect have come." Zhan Xinyue's voice was light and slow, appearing calm and composed, as if everything was within her expectations.

"If there are no accidents... sure enough, there was an accident." Jiang Hu sighed secretly in his heart.

He could now conclude that the jar escorted by the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance was extraordinary, and the things sealed inside might be related to the Wu Wei Sect.

"You guys guard here; we'll go clean up the trash."

As they spoke, Brother Sui Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue turned around and walked out of the room.

"They really are within the system; they're really calm."

Jiang Hu walked to the window and observed with his soul. He saw two figures walking out of the hotel on the street below, appearing on the cold street. The fog became thicker, even permeating through the window into the room. The area around the hotel was so quiet that there wasn't even the sound of insects.

"Rat of the Wu Wei Sect, come out." Zhan Xinyue's voice rang out leisurely.

"Beat the Wind Drum!"

Just at this moment, Sui Brother Chunsheng took a deep breath, his chest showing an extremely exaggerated rise and fall, as if it were a balloon.

The next moment, Sui Brother Chunsheng formed a seal with one hand and pointed at his chest. A dull sound suddenly exploded, as if a drum were being beaten.

Immediately following, a gust of wild wind whistled, spraying out from his mouth, actually blowing away the surrounding fog.

"Good wind method!"

Suddenly, a cold voice rang out fiercely in the gloomy night.

Hum...

The thick fog had just dissipated. In his line of sight, four white, shimmering figures were actually coming against the flowing wind from four different directions. At first glance, they were four white paper people.

"Paper Sacrifice Technique!" A talisman was drawn on the chest of each of the four paper people, as if their heart orifices were opened, their eyes were dotted with red, and they floated and drifted, their speed so fast that it was like a gale, and in an instant, they were bullying their way in front of Zhan Xinyue.

Rip...

One of the paper people's arms reached out fiercely. The originally soft paper was as if it were a sharp knife, actually piercing Zhan Xinyue's chest like cutting tofu.

Swish, swish, swish...

The next moment, Zhan Xinyue's figure dissolved lightly, just like the moon reflected in the water, a stone stirring up a thousand layers of waves, crushing the moon shadow.

"Moon in the Water!"

The cold voice echoed in the night.

Zhan Xinyue appeared behind the two paper people like a ghost. She formed a seal with both hands, walked the Big Dipper steps, and slowly lowered her palms, covering the backs of the two paper people.

"Water Soaking Method!"

Hum...

A large amount of water vapor gathered in Zhan Xinyue's palms. In an instant, the two paper people were soaked, and the latter drifted leisurely, turning into a ball and lying limp on the ground.

Bang...

At the same time, the other two paper people took advantage of the flowing wind, spinning crazily in the air, the piercing sound like the roar of a sharp blade, slashing toward Sui Brother Chunsheng from different directions.

"Wind Transformation Blade!"

Sui Brother Chunsheng formed the 【Xun Wind Seal】, his chest swelled, and a gale sprayed out, actually turning into an invisible blade between his palms and seals. Just as the two paper people approached, he cut them alive.

Hum...

The shattered wild wind was like a meat grinder, mincing the two paper people into powder. The shredded paper pieces flew like snowflakes, scattering on the cold street.

"As expected of the experts from the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance; truly young and promising."

Just at this moment, a crisp sound of applause rang out under the gloomy moonlight.

At the end of the street, a figure walked out slowly, accompanied by surging mist under his feet.

It was a bald young man, about 1.77 meters tall, wearing a pair of leather shoes, the sound of his footsteps echoing on the cold street.

"Let me introduce myself; my name is Shi Shou-gong."

The bald young man bowed slightly and performed a salute, appearing extremely well-bred.

"The Wu Wei Sect is too shabby... you only came by yourself to die?" Zhan Xinyue saw the person coming and said indifferently.

"Fellow Daoist is joking..."

"It's just me who's killing."

Before the leisurely words fell, Shi Shou-gong disappeared from the sight of Brother Sui Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue.

"Retreat quickly!"

Almost at the same moment, Sui Brother Chunsheng's expression changed suddenly, and his instinctual reaction was to take a step back.

"The five colors make people blind."

The cold voice came from behind. Sui Brother Chunsheng's heart skipped a beat. Before he could react, a bloody light soared into the sky.

He flew backward, and the wild wind formed a barrier in front of him.

"Brother Chunsheng..." Zhan Xinyue's expression changed suddenly, staring straight at Brother Sui Chunsheng. His right arm had only been slashed with a cut, and the wound wasn't deep, but in an instant, the whole arm had died and turned pitch black.

"Plague Poison Method!?" Sui Brother Chunsheng gritted his teeth, looking coldly at the bald young man who had suddenly appeared, his eyes alert to the extreme.

"Take a guess." Shi Shou-gong smiled slightly.

"Substitute the peach for the plum!"

Sui Brother Chunsheng gritted his teeth. His body shook fiercely, and his right arm vibrated. The originally pitch-black and necrotic flesh fell off the surface slowly like dead wood, emitting a cold green smoke and a fishy stench.

Beneath it, his right arm was like a peeled egg, revealing a fair brightness and radiating vigorous vitality.

"Good life method!" Shi Shou-gong's eyes narrowed, looking at Sui Brother Chunsheng's pale face, the smile on his face becoming even thicker.

"How many more times can you do it!?"

Whoosh...

Just at this moment, Zhan Xinyue flew forward, blocking Brother Chunsheng behind her. She formed a seal with both hands, a point of essence hidden in her beautiful eyes, and the vitality in her body suddenly rose and hid. Her originally delicate body actually stiffened like dead wood in an instant.

"Hmm!? Walking Zombie Method!?"

Shi Shou-gong's gaze sank, unable to help but show a look of surprise.

"I didn't expect you, this delicate beauty, to be a close-combat type!?"

Shi Shou-gong nodded, quite appreciative: "Your Daoist method is actually a bit of a counter to me."

"But it doesn't matter..."

At this point, Shi Shou-gong straightened his body slowly, put his hands in his pockets, and actually had no intention of making a move.

"It's about time for it to flare up."

Pfft...

As soon as the words fell, Zhan Xinyue's body trembled fiercely, and black blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Sui Brother Chunsheng was even more limp on the ground, a look of surprise flowing in his eyes.

"That fog just now..."

"Tsk tsk... the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance still has talent; the reaction was very fast."

Shi Shou-gong's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smile of appreciation. He licked the corner of his mouth, and the tongue he spat out was not like a human's, but rather like a kind of animal—a cold-blooded animal that is good at changing colors and is good at camouflage...

A lizard!

"You are..."

"A monster!?"

Sui Brother Chunsheng's pupils contracted suddenly. Although he was a member of the Daoist Alliance, he hadn't met a real monster since he started practicing. This was the first time he had seen one, but he didn't expect the methods to be so strange and powerful.

"Didn't I just say it? It's enough for me to kill."

Shi Shou-gong put his hands in his pockets, relaxed and casual, and looked up at the open window of the hotel.

"Jiang Hu..."

Brother Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue raised their heads fiercely, looking at the open window, and clearly saw a figure moving.

At this time, their hearts sank to the bottom of the valley.

In the room, the residual fog was still surging. Jiang Hu was limp on the ground, only feeling that his limbs were weak, and the scattered talismans were stepped under the feet of a figure.

"Shou-gong's fog is always so intoxicating."

Under the dim light, a young man wearing a Daoist robe stood high above, looked at the limp Jiang Hu, and finally cast his indifferent gaze toward Zhang Fan, who was in meditation, and the dirt jar placed beside him.

"Within reach."

The young man wearing the Daoist robe curled his mouth slightly and walked straight toward the dirt jar.

"Lure the tiger away from the mountain!"

On the cold street, Sui Brother Chunsheng gritted his teeth, staring coldly at Shi Shou-gong.

"The premise of luring the tiger away from the mountain... is that you have to be a tiger..." Shi Shou-gong smiled slightly.

"Whether you go down or not, the result is the same."

As soon as these words came out, the hearts of Brother Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue sank to the bottom of the valley. They knew that they were completely finished tonight.

"Let's go."

Shi Shou-gong looked at the expressions of the two, the smile on his face revealing a three-part mockery, and looked at the open window, urging them.

Bang...

Just at this moment, a loud explosion erupted, and a terrifying firelight sprayed out from the room. In a trance, it seemed as if a dragon's roar rang out, turning like a sword's hum into the sky. The broken window glass was scattered all over the ground, and the terrible movement shook half the street.

Immediately following, a charred corpse flew out from the broken window and fell heavily in front of Shi Shou-gong.

"This... this is..."

Shi Shou-gong's expression changed suddenly, simply unable to believe everything he saw. He raised his head fiercely and saw a figure walking slowly out of the gloomy firelight from the room where half the wall was already gone.

"Zhang... Zhang Fan..."

Brother Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue looked at each other, both seeing deep disbelief in the other's eyes.

(End of chapter)