Chapter 12

Wang Yu agreed and followed the Daoist out of the room, full of doubts, heading straight for the martial arts practice field behind the Daoist temple.

In front of the stone house beside the martial arts practice field, the Daoist opened the copper lock and led the youth into the house.

As soon as he entered, the coldness inside the stone house made Wang Yu shiver. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt the temperature inside the house was a few degrees lower than the last time he came.

The Daoist's gaze swept over the ground in front of the offering table. After pondering slightly, he walked to a corner, picked up a jar with a talisman pasted on it, shook it, and then pressed his ear against it to listen, revealing a satisfied expression.

"The Yin spirit inside should have been purified; it can be used."

As soon as the voice fell, the Daoist tore off the talisman on the jar and lifted the lid.

Wang Yu was startled and immediately retreated two steps, his hand subconsciously pressing on his waist, where a small wooden sword was tucked—the very same lightning-struck wood sword that Qingfeng had given him.

Ever since he learned that there were truly intangible ghostly things like Yin spirits in this world, he had kept this small wooden sword that could ward off evil by his side at all times.

"What are you afraid of? You haven't practiced today, right? Just operate the Yin Water Art and breathe here." The Daoist glanced at Wang Yu, placed the jar in his hand on the ground in front of him, and said with a smile that was not a smile.

"This disciple hasn't learned spells, so I always have some strange feelings about these things." Wang Yu smiled awkwardly, then honestly sat cross-legged, released his spiritual sense, and began to operate the first level of the Yin Water Art.

"This is..." As soon as the Yin Water Art operated for a small cycle, Wang Yu opened his eyes in surprise, staring straight at the jar in front of him.

Just now, when he operated the technique, wisps of gray gas actually emerged from the jar, mixed with colorful light spots, and were breathed into his body together, pouring into the spiritual seed.

"It seems you have discovered it. The Yin spirit after being purified will turn into a stream of pure spiritual Qi. It's just that this kind of spiritual Qi is inclined to be cold and can only be breathed into the body by techniques of the same attribute; the Yin Water Art happens to be able to do this. In this way, within the same breathing time, the spiritual Qi you breathe into your body is several times more than before. Theoretically, as long as it takes about three or four months, you can break through to the second level of the Yin Water Art." The Daoist said.

"Master, there is such a thing? And what does 'theoretically' mean?" Wang Yu was first overjoyed, then revealed a puzzled expression.

"The spiritual Qi transformed by Yin spirits is, after all, not the true spiritual Qi of heaven and earth. It contains impurities and is too cold. If you breathe it in every day, it will be harmful to your body. Therefore, breathing it in once every four or five days is best. The actual practice efficiency should only increase by about double. If you have this thing to assist you, it should only take half a year to practice to the second level of the Yin Water Art. Hmm, the spiritual Qi transformed by three Yin spirits should be enough to practice to the second level." As soon as the Daoist finished speaking, he took out the previous wooden box from his bosom, opened it, took out a small black bottle, opened the lid, and began chanting incantations. He waved the bottle mouth at the jar in front of Wang Yu, and immediately, wisps of gray gas quickly emerged and were all sucked into the small bottle.

Not only that, he also selected two more jars and used the same method to suck all the gray gas emerging from them into the small bottle, and handed the bottle to the youth.

"This 'Yin Marrow Bottle', although it cannot be counted as a magic artifact, can store Yin spirit Qi, allowing it not to dissipate for a short time. Keep it well."

"Many thanks for the reward, Master. This disciple will definitely practice well." After Wang Yu bowed and took the small bottle, he felt the touch was cold and knew it was a good thing, so he thanked him repeatedly with joy.

"Qiuye, as long as you practice the Yin Water Art to the second level within half a year, I will continue to provide Yin spirit Qi to assist your practice. But if you cannot do it, then it can only be said that this thing is not suitable for you. In the future, practice step by step in a down-to-earth manner." After the Daoist said two indifferent sentences, he took Wang Yu and left the stone house.

In the future?

Wang Yu followed behind the Daoist, but he didn't take the Daoist's words to heart at all.

Calculating the time, his one-month deadline for staying in the otherworld should only have about ten days left. Should he find a way to leave the Daoist temple and go to Huang Shi City to take a look? That is the only city in this region and should have more information about the otherworld worth collecting.

After all, the more information and data he can bring back to Blue Star, the greater the reward from the government.

Additionally, should he find a way to get one or two spell practice methods from the Daoist or Qingfeng? Even if it's just the most basic trick spells they talk about, taking them back would certainly be a great merit.

Wang Yu thought thoughtfully.

Just like that, two more days passed.

At noon on this day, Wang Yu and Du Xiaohong were practicing martial arts behind the Daoist temple when they suddenly heard a crisp bird cry. A small emerald green bird descended from the sky and landed on the eaves of the main hall behind.

"Eh, it seems the Temple Master is going out." Seeing this scene, Du Xiaohong grinned and said to Wang Yu.

"Brother Du Xiaohong, why do you say that?" Wang Yu asked strangely.

"Since I came up the mountain, this bird has appeared at the Daoist temple four or five times. Every time it appears, the Temple Master will take the Li Li Shixiong and leave the Daoist temple. This time is likely no exception."

Du Xiaohong said very definitely, and Wang Yu was somewhat skeptical.

But not long after, Master Chongyun called Wang Yu to his front, gave some slight instructions, and then took Qingfeng and hurried down the mountain.

At night, Wang Yu, who had just finished practicing in his room, was just about to go to bed when he suddenly heard a commotion outside. It seemed someone was violently knocking on the gate of the Daoist temple.

Wang Yu was stunned, immediately jumped off the bed, pushed open the door of the side room, and walked out.

"Who is it? Coming to Bai Yun Temple so late. It's impossible for the Temple Master and Li Li Shixiong to return so quickly. How annoying..." In the opposite side room, Du Xiaohong also walked out, disheveled, holding a lantern in his hand, yawning while reluctantly going to open the gate of the Daoist temple.

But before the little fatty could pull out the door bolt, the person outside seemed unable to wait. With a loud bang, the door bolt instantly shattered, and the gate was forcibly rammed open by someone from the outside.

"Ah!"

Du Xiaohong was startled and couldn't help but retreat two steps.

"Bang!"

A round object was thrown directly in from the outside, rolled a few times, and stopped exactly in front of the fatty.

Du Xiaohong subconsciously reached out with the lantern in his hand, saw the round object clearly, and couldn't help but scream, the color draining from his face instantly.

The round object illuminated by the lantern was actually a blood-stained human head, eyes wide open, mouth agape. But judging from the familiar yet distorted features, it was clearly the Li Li Shixiong, "Qingfeng".

What was going on? Qingfeng and Master Chongyun had clearly only left this morning. How could he have been murdered by nightfall, and his head cut off and thrown back to the Daoist temple?

Wang Yu also saw it clearly. His brain "buzzed," and the blood in his entire body solidified in an instant.

"Hehe, sure enough, there are still two remnants here at Bai Yun Temple. Come, kill them all, to avoid leaving future troubles." A young man's voice came from outside the Daoist temple. Then, shadows flickered outside the gate, and seven or eight people rushed in, each dressed in black tight-fitting clothes, their faces covered with thick black cloth, holding gleaming weapons.

"You... who are you people? Do you know what place this is? This is Master Chongyun's Daoist temple. Aren't you afraid that the Master will punish you when he returns?" Du Xiaohong threw the lantern in his hand, retreated in panic, and stammered.

"Old man Chongyun can't even protect himself right now; who would be afraid of him? Do it!" Another young man in white walked in from outside the gate, with a flat nose and triangular eyes, his expression sinister. He held a silver-gleaming folding fan in his hand. After his gaze swept over the Daoist boy attire on Du Xiaohong and Wang Yu, he curled his lip and ordered.

"Not good, Junior Brother, run!"

Du Xiaohong screamed and turned to run.

Wang Yu also reacted with a start. Without a word, he followed Du Xiaohong and fled, his target naturally being the mountain behind the Daoist temple.

Judging by the fierce and evil appearance of these people who broke into the Daoist temple, they really wanted their lives.

"Stinky brat, don't run!"

"You two, where can you escape to?"

Those few men in black swarmed after them, leaving only the young man in white on the spot.

"Hmph, mere mortals!" The young man snorted. He didn't chase after them either. Instead, after his gaze swept over the main hall, a fiery look flashed in his eyes, and he strode toward the main hall.

But after only the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the young man walked out of the main hall quickly, cursing. He flipped his palm, revealed a yellow talisman, and slapped it onto his leg. Immediately, a light breeze arose around his legs, and his figure flickered as he chased toward the back mountain, his body light and airy, as if he didn't have a shred of weight.

Wang Yu ran wildly, his legs swinging with force. He felt his body was full of strength. With a forceful push, his whole person shot out a full zhang away. His ears were filled with the sound of the wind as he ran down the mountain. If it weren't for the many large trees and bushes blocking the way, he felt he could have run down the mountain in one breath without much time.

As for Du Xiaohong, as soon as the two ran to the martial arts practice field behind the Daoist temple, they had tacitly chosen different directions to flee for their lives.

Splitting up certainly gave each of them a better chance of survival. While passing the weapon rack, he even grabbed a rusty iron sword.

"Whoosh!"

A crossbow bolt shot over from behind.

Wang Yu stopped his feet and subconsciously flicked the iron sword in his hand backward.

"Bang!"

The arrow brushed past Wang Yu's ear and stuck into a large tree in front, trembling slightly.

Wang Yu turned around abruptly.

"Whoosh," "whoosh," "whoosh"—three more crossbow bolts flew over in a line.

In his panic, he could only let out a low roar and wildly swung the iron sword in his hand in front of him. As a result, he knocked the first two arrows away, but was pierced in the left shoulder by the third arrow. His figure couldn't help but stumble, almost falling directly to the ground.

"Stinky brat, you really can run. If it weren't for the fact that we have specifically practiced light-body techniques, I'm afraid you really would have slipped away." An extremely angry voice came, and then four black-clad masked men appeared from the woods behind one after another. However, each of them was drenched in sweat, clearly having consumed a lot of physical strength.

The masked man in the front held a light iron crossbow in his hand. Seeing that Wang Yu had been hit by an arrow, he waved his hand, and the four of them swarmed up, surrounding Wang Yu in the middle, clearly afraid that he would run away again.