Chapter 56: I Will Become the Holy Master

Walong’s eyes flickered with surprise as he took the Rat Talisman and walked toward the statue of the Holy Master.

“Holy Master, congratulations—Itachi’ve obtained your first talisman.”

Upon seeing the Rat Talisman, the Holy Master’s emotions surged into wild excitement.

“Quickly, press it in.”

Seeing this, Walong directly hurled the Rat Talisman at the Holy Master’s statue.

The next moment, the talisman floated in midair and slowly sank into a recess on the statue’s surface.

Once fully embedded, the pattern on it glowed brightly.

The Holy Master’s statue began to violently churn.

Amid a haughty laugh, the coiled-dragon statue gradually reshaped itself, finally becoming a demon with a dragon’s head and a human body.

“I am free.”

The Holy Master laughed triumphantly.

Walong, staring at the massive demon radiating terrifying energy, spoke up: “Holy Master, I think we should discuss the Golden Rooster King’s treasure.”

Clearly, his greed for gold outweighed his fear of the demon.

Hearing this, the Holy Master’s smile vanished instantly—he turned hostile: “Walong, Itachi haven’t brought me all the talismans.”

“Itachi’ve only brought one!”

Walong’s face flickered with embarrassment: “I thought Itachi’d still need our help.”

The Holy Master extended a finger, pointing at Walong, his gaze brimming with contempt: “Walong, Itachi and your men are all useless.”

“I don’t need the help of useless people.”

“I will retrieve the talismans myself.”

As he spoke, the red light in the Holy Master’s eyes flared violently.

He opened his mouth and spat a searing flame that obliterated the distant wall.

Then, in a flash, the Holy Master leapt from the rooftop of the building.

Walong stared at the shattered wall, his face twisted in anguish.

Not only had the duck slipped from his grasp.

He’d also have to pay for the renovation costs himself.

…

Chinatown, Old Man’s Antique Shop.

The door creaked open as Jackie Chan stepped inside and said: “Old Man, we met a wizard.”

No sooner had he spoken than Old Man emerged from the back, adjusting his glasses, his eyes sharp with caution.

“Itachi don’t need to tell me—I’ve already sensed the immense magical power within him.”

At that moment, Luo Jie stepped forward with a smile and said politely: “I’m Luo Jie, a righteous wizard.”

Old Man’s brow furrowed slightly as he said sternly: “Oh dear! Didn’t your elders ever tell Itachi not to obsess over great power—it disrupts the balance of yin and yang?”

Luo Jie shook his head slightly: “Clearly, I value strengthening my own power more than maintaining yin-yang balance.”

Hearing this, Old Man’s face darkened with displeasure; he raised his voice: “Oh dear! Old Man is angry now—Old Man doesn’t welcome Itachi.”

Seeing this, Jackie Chan rushed forward to soothe him, speaking soothing words as he gently pushed Old Man toward the back room.

But Luo Jie scanned the shop, then turned to Jackie Chan and asked: “Where did Itachi put the talismans?”

Dong Xiaoyu’s eyes lit up as she blurted out: “All the talismans are stored in District Thirteen—it’s the safest place in the world!”

It’s basically a walking bomb.

“Dong Xiaoyu!”

Jackie Chan quickly shouted to stop her betrayal.

He still couldn’t determine whether Luo Jie was friend or foe—he couldn’t let Dong Xiaoyu casually reveal District Thirteen’s location.

Dong Xiaoyu stuck out her tongue and fell silent.

Luo Jie frowned slightly and pressed: “Itachi stored all the talismans together?”

“If they’re stolen, the Holy Master will revive.”

Luo Jie had long wanted to complain about this.

He couldn’t understand the protagonist group’s bizarre confidence.

In his view, District Thirteen was practically a public restroom.

Whether it was the Holy Master, Dao Long, Lope, or the demon dragon, all of them entered and exited District Thirteen freely.

Even the Black Hand Gang—ordinary humans—could slip in and out easily.

District Thirteen’s security system was probably only slightly better than a neighborhood gatekeeper’s.

Jackie Chan quickly explained: “District Thirteen is protected by Chief Black and the agents—it won’t be compromised.”

“Give us back the Snake Talisman. Storing it there is the safest option.”

Luo Jie chuckled lightly: “Only magic can defeat magic.”

“I won’t entrust talismans to ordinary people.”

“Tell me the location of District Thirteen.”

Muggles aren’t worthy of guarding talismans.

Jackie Chan protested: “No, no, no—District Thirteen is safe. Storing the talismans there is ideal.”

Just as tension mounted…

A terrifying roar echoed from afar, followed by several explosions that shook the ground.

“Cowardly thief, return my power!”

The furious voice, thick with boundless hatred, reverberated through the air.

Luo Jie’s expression hardened instantly—he vanished in a flash.

Jackie Chan and Dong Xiaoyu exchanged glances.

If he remembered correctly, that was the direction of District Thirteen.

No way.

They’d just claimed it was absolutely safe—and now they were proven wrong.

They sprinted after Luo Jie.

On a nearby street, a demon with a dragon’s head and human body rampaged wildly.

From its mouth poured roaring flames, setting buildings ablaze and leaving the streets in ruins.

The demon was the Holy Master.

Now, the Holy Master radiated terrifying demonic energy as he slowly advanced toward Old Man’s Antique Shop.

“Holy Master.”

The instant Luo Jie saw him, his eyes lit up with surprise.

He never expected the Holy Master had already regained freedom.

Clearly, the power of the Rat Talisman was at work.

How effortlessly it had come.

Just as he thought of it, it appeared.

Luo Jie silently smiled, a faint, barely noticeable grin curling his lips.

The Holy Master soon spotted Luo Jie hovering in midair—his fury intensified.

He roared and spat a torrent of searing flame, a crimson dragon surging toward Luo Jie.

Electric eyes!

Flame blast!

Luo Jie’s eyes instantly shot twin bolts of lightning, and from his mouth erupted roaring flames as he charged forward.

Lightning and flame collided in midair with a deafening roar.

Luo Jie’s assault was fierce—he carved two horrific wounds into the Holy Master’s body.

Yet the next moment, those wounds healed visibly before their eyes.

Dammit—he’s become a massage therapist.

The Holy Master sneered: “The noble horse granted me the divine power to purge all external forces; the brave bull granted me a mighty body.”

With that, he smashed through countless surrounding buildings and charged toward Luo Jie with terrifying momentum.

Wherever he passed, chaos reigned.

Facing the rampaging Holy Master, Luo Jie showed no fear.

Though he knew no sealing spells of this world, that didn’t mean he had no way to deal with the Holy Master.

After all, Luo Jie possessed sealing techniques from the Naruto world.

The moment he saw the Holy Master, his brilliant intellect activated.

Just as the Tailed Beasts of the Naruto world could be sealed within jinchuriki…

Luo Jie could seal the demon inside himself.

Yes—Luo Jie intended to become the Holy Master’s jinchuriki.

That way, he could wield the talisman’s magic and the Holy Master’s fire demonic energy.

He could even enter Fire Demon Mode.

And the Holy Master wouldn’t be banished to hell—he’d remain in the world, sealed within Luo Jie.

So this should be like a petrification curse—it will have him occupying the latrine without defecating, thereby maintaining yin-yang balance.

Thinking of this, Rojie felt he was simply a genius.

This is the correct way to use a demon.

His gaze toward the Holy Master grew even hotter.

“Holy Master, Itachi’re too dangerous!”

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(End of Chapter)