Chapter 5

Daring not to hesitate, Jiang Le quickly ran to Mao Xiaofang's side and said irritably, "Master, can you please warn me next time before I charge in with something that doesn't work? That's just asking for death."

Mao Xiaofang snorted, "I hadn't even finished speaking, and you already rushed over. You're so impressive, how could I stop you?"

Jiang Le was speechless, sensing that Mao Xiaofang was quite upset, he didn't dare to argue back. He forced a laugh and changed the subject, "The exorcism talisman didn't work, what should we do now?"

Mao Xiaofang's eyes flickered, and he looked at the Pure Yang Bagua on the ground, sighing, "Do you see that Bagua on the ground? Pick it up, then bite your middle finger and drop your blood on the yin-yang fish. Recite 'Laojun of the Supreme, act swiftly as the law commands,' and then strike the old man with it."

Jiang Le widened his eyes, "Is this reliable? I haven't practiced at all, will my blood even work?"

Mao Xiaofang asked, "Are you a virgin?"

Jiang Le's face turned red, and he said shyly, "Isn't that obvious? I'm still so young, of course I am."

"That's enough, the urine of a child can be effective against yin evil. Since you haven't lost your virginity, your blood is strong, especially from the middle finger, which connects to the heart. It can activate part of the Pure Yang Bagua's power. However, the Pure Yang Bagua has been suppressing the Blood Demon for many years, and it has suffered greatly. After this use, it will take a long time to recover." Mao Xiaofang's face showed a hint of pain. If it weren't for the astonishing transformation of the old man and his own lack of recovery, he would never have been willing to damage the sect's precious treasure.

Jiang Le's face lit up; as long as it worked, that was fine.

He looked at the Pure Yang Bagua, which was more than four meters away.

The old man's transformation was just two meters from the Pure Yang Bagua.

Damn, it's not easy to get it.

Just now, the surge of blood made him impulsive. Now, as he calmed down, Jiang Le was somewhat incredulous. How did he dare to face a transformed corpse just now? Was he a hidden violent maniac?

"Go quickly, if you dawdle, even if you bleed out, you won't be able to deal with it," Mao Xiaofang urged.

Damn, I have to do it. If I don't kill this monster today, I won't survive.

Jiang Le gritted his teeth and charged at the transformed old man without hesitation.

The old man growled and slid toward Jiang Le.

He was still bound by the Evil-Binding Silk and the Soul-Shaking Bell, but both treasures were ineffective against him, instead being suppressed by a layer of dark green aura, now much dimmer. It was clear how powerful the yin evil was.

"Exorcism talisman." Jiang Le raised his palm, and in his hand was a talisman.

The old man, having been tricked once, hesitated when he saw the talisman, showing considerable fear.

Jiang Le quickly retracted his hand, paused, and then sidestepped, rolling on the ground to grab the Pure Yang Bagua.

"Ugh!" The old man, seeing Jiang Le move, became furious, feeling tricked. He roared and charged at Jiang Le, his fangs terrifying.

Jiang Le, just getting up, was shocked. This time, he didn't deceive him. As the old man approached, he slapped the talisman down, sticking it to the old man's face.

Instantly, the old man's body stiffened again, but this time it was faster. The talisman gradually turned black and then spontaneously combusted.

Jiang Le took the opportunity to roll away, distancing himself by four or five meters.

"Act quickly, his yin evil will absorb moonlight and become more powerful. Once the transformation is complete, the yin evil will turn into evil magic, making him a terrifying corpse demon. At that point, you'll be drained dry," Mao Xiaofang said urgently.

Jiang Le panted heavily, gritting his teeth, "Master, you're talking without feeling the pain. I'm a beginner, I don't know any Daoist techniques, and I have to fight such a powerful transformed corpse. I must be the most miserable newcomer in the Daoist world, right?"

Mao Xiaofang was speechless. What he said was true. No new disciple of any Daoist sect had ever come out to fight a transformed corpse without basic Daoist techniques or practice. This kid's luck wasn't good.

Mao Xiaofang coughed, "Heaven will bestow a great mission on someone, but first, it will test their will and strength..."

"Enough, I'll deal with him, stop talking." Jiang Le interrupted Mao Xiaofang. If he couldn't help, he shouldn't talk about grand principles.

Turning to face the transformed old man, Jiang Le's expression became solemn.

"Old man Jin, although we've only known each other for less than two months, I will never forget your kindness. I will not let your remains become a monster."

"Once dead, one should rest in peace. This ends here."

Lifting his hand, Jiang Le focused his gaze and bit his middle finger hard.

Pain spread, and blood flowed from his middle finger.

"Supreme Laojun, act swiftly as the law commands."

Muttering the incantation, Jiang Le concentrated intensely. This was a skill he had forced himself to master over the years, able to focus on a single point for hours without feeling distracted.

His finger slowly turned on the Pure Yang Bagua, the dark red blood seeping in, staining a large area.

As the blood touched the yin-yang fish at the center of the Bagua, the heavy, ancient-looking Bagua, which seemed neither copper nor iron, suddenly glowed differently.

Beside Jiang Le, Mao Xiaofang, who was about to use his last bit of magic to activate the Pure Yang Bagua, suddenly froze.

The Pure Yang Bagua was really activated? How is that possible?

Although he had said that a virgin's blood could activate the Pure Yang Bagua, that was true, but he had omitted a crucial point: it required magic to trigger. Otherwise, a virgin's blood alone wouldn't be enough to activate a magical artifact. What would be the point of Daoists then?

But how did this kid manage to activate it? This isn't scientific!

No, besides magic, there was something else that could activate a magical artifact.

Mao Xiaofang's expression changed, and he suddenly remembered a past event.

His master had once said that in the world, there were geniuses who could activate magical artifacts with their will. These people were called natural Daoists and were excellent candidates for Daoist cultivation.

Could this kid be one of them?

Mao Xiaofang's eyes sparkled, becoming increasingly excited.

If so, he had found a great treasure. Such a Daoist genius was rare, and if discovered and properly cultivated, they could certainly bring glory to the sect.

At this moment, Jiang Le raised the artifact and aimed it at the transformed old man.

Sensing the threat from the Pure Yang Bagua, the old man became anxious and restless, his eyes darting around, seemingly planning to retreat.

"Kid, be careful. Don't let this thing escape and absorb moonlight, or his transformation will accelerate, and it will be too late," Mao Xiaofang warned softly.

Jiang Le's expression hardened. After some thought, he walked determinedly toward the old man.

Mao Xiaofang was shocked and wanted to stop him. After discovering that Jiang Le was a Daoist genius, it would be a waste to let him die to a corpse demon.

But Mao Xiaofang opened his mouth and then closed it, deciding not to intervene.

Jiang Le had said he would not let the old man become a monster.

This was a person who valued emotions. If Mao Xiaofang told him to flee, it would leave a bad impression, affecting their relationship.

Fine, even if it means damaging his Daoist soul, he would protect this kid today.

Mao Xiaofang's expression became serious, and he prepared to support Jiang Le.

As Jiang Le approached, the old man became wary and slowly retreated, showing some fear.

In a narrow encounter, the one with the stronger spirit has a greater chance of winning.

Gradually, the old man retreated to a corner of the room, with walls on both sides, leaving no escape route.

Jiang Le smiled smugly.

His goal was to prevent the monster from leaving the house. Now, he could act.

"Monster, see the talisman."

Raising the exorcism talisman in his right hand, Jiang Le charged forward without hesitation.

"Ugh!"

The walls behind the old man made him anxious. Looking around, he found no escape. He was in a dead end. Seeing Jiang Le approaching, the talisman that had tricked him twice was coming toward his face again.

The old man suddenly roared, his face becoming grotesque, his evil eyes filled with a ruthless determination to take Jiang Le down with him.

In the next moment, he charged forward, colliding with Jiang Le. At the same time, a layer of dark green aura appeared on his face, emitting a chilling aura.

"Damn, he's too desperate." Jiang Le was shocked.

But now, in close combat, there was no chance to dodge. Jiang Le gritted his teeth and slapped the talisman forward.

Slap!

A crisp sound, the talisman hit the old man's head.

But then, Jiang Le's eyes widened in shock.

The old man, with the talisman on his face, did not stiffen and continued to charge forward.

"The talisman is ineffective!!" Jiang Le was stunned. He had planned to use the moment the old man was immobilized to strike with the Pure Yang Bagua, but now his strategy had failed.

Then, the old man's body slammed into Jiang Le.

Bang!

Jiang Le felt a sharp pain in his chest, his vision went black, and he was thrown back.

"Jiang Le!" Mao Xiaofang cried out, then forcibly gathered the last bit of magic in his body, transforming it into a red light that shot out.

Slap!

The red light hit the old man, making him howl and fly backward.

But soon, the old man rose again. Although his chest was bloody and smoking, he still looked spirited. His evil eyes gleamed as he looked at the fallen Jiang Le, filled with greed.

He was a yin evil corpse, with the same instinct as a zombie: to drink blood.

The scent of Jiang Le's blood was fatally attractive to him.

Mao Xiaofang's face changed. With the last bit of magic used, his Daoist soul was unstable, and he couldn't fight.

Looking at the seemingly unconscious Jiang Le, Mao Xiaofang couldn't help but murmur in sorrow, "Is it fate that my lineage will end with me? I finally found a world-class Daoist talent, how could this happen?"

The old man didn't care about Mao Xiaofang. He slid to Jiang Le's side, sniffing the air, his eyes glowing with evil light.

Then he leaned forward, opened his mouth, and slowly extended his fangs toward Jiang Le's neck.

Just as he was about to strike, an unexpected event occurred.

"Damn, die!"

The seemingly unconscious Jiang Le suddenly flipped over, grabbing the Pure Yang Bagua and thrusting it into the old man's chest.

The Pure Yang Bagua struck the old man's body, and instantly, the yin-yang fish at its center burst into a strong golden light, the golden rays viciously eroding the dark green aura on the old man's body.