Chapter 16

The situation here was even more tragic than Yang Chen had imagined.

Yang Chen, who had jumped out of the car, paid no attention to the stunned Tang Yino inside. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he clenched his fists, and hundreds of particle equations flashed through his mind. His eyes sparkled, and he transformed his fists into fingers, shouting fiercely, "Just a mere evil spirit, don't be so arrogant!"

Within three steps, a wave of heat appeared behind Yang Chen, then turned into a scorching gale that blew toward the ghost in the air, which was locked in a stalemate with the unfamiliar old Taoist.

Seeing Yang Chen's confident and graceful use of Taoist techniques, the old Taoist, who had just fallen into despair, suddenly brightened up, thinking he might have misjudged the situation.

However, when the seemingly powerful gale from Yang Chen hit the ghost, the old Taoist's eyes widened in shock, and he fell from the peak of hope back to the depths of despair...

A wisp of blue smoke! A wisp of smoke as thin as a chopstick!

The scorching gale only produced a negligible wisp of blue smoke when it hit the ghost!

"Third stage! Damn, you're a third-stage cultivator!" The old Taoist shouted, "Is this how you use Taoist techniques? How much mental energy do you have to support a few techniques? Even if you use Taoist techniques, at least use something reliable! What's the point of just creating a breeze?!"

Hearing the old Taoist's angry voice, Yang Chen felt a sense of familiarity. Looking at the old Taoist's back, he also seemed to recognize him.

But it was clearly not the time to delve into it. He ignored the old Taoist's angry shouts and approached the ghost hovering in the air step by step. Both hands worked simultaneously, and two pure streams of mental energy spread from the spiritual palace between his eyebrows.

However, what was projected into the void by the mental energy was not particle equations, but two simpler and almost instantly understandable energy particle frameworks!

In an instant, a faint blue electric arc as thin as a toothpick shot out from his left hand, and a faint golden light flickered from his right hand, both crossing and rushing toward the ghost that was still cackling maniacally...

"Huh? Both hands at once? How is this possible?!!" The old Taoist, who considered himself a half-decent Taoist master, was stunned when he saw Yang Chen's actions... These two techniques were not particularly profound, and almost all third-stage Taoist cultivators knew them.

But the problem was... He had lived for over ninety years and had never seen anyone use two techniques simultaneously while performing Taoist techniques.

The state of mind without distractions and a clear spirit was a nearly absolute truth that all Taoist cultivators were taught from the beginning.

A third-stage cultivator was just at the entry level and had not yet reached a higher stage.

Using two techniques simultaneously to fight an enemy was unheard of, even for fourth, fifth, sixth, or seventh-stage cultivators, let alone the almost extinct ninth-stage experts, who would never have seen or heard of such a thing, let alone imitated it!

Yet Yang Chen did it so casually... This made the old Taoist's mood, which had been like a roller coaster, become subtly hopeful again...

After all, to become a great-uncle at such a young age, one must have some real skills to convince others.

If the old Taoist knew that Yu Qing had just recognized Yang Chen as a great-uncle the previous afternoon... He might have wanted to bang his head against the wall!

"Poof poof..."

"Ha ha ha..." The electric arc and the golden light only caused a negligible amount of energy to dissipate from the ghost, which began to laugh maniacally, seemingly confident that these foolish people were out of tricks and could be easily killed.

At this moment, Yang Chen frowned, looking at the ghost in the air with a thoughtful expression.

The old Taoist, who had finally seen some hope, was now on the edge of his seat... He suddenly remembered that a third-stage cultivator's limited power could only support a few techniques.

Using both hands and focusing on two tasks at once indeed proved that the young man who had driven here was extraordinary, but it was just extraordinary... A manifested ghost was often equivalent to a fourth-stage peak or even a fifth-stage initial cultivator. Such a huge gap in cultivation could not be bridged by just a few more electric arcs and golden lights.

Thinking of this, the old Taoist's face changed again.

But Yang Chen moved, just like before, using both hands, one for the electric arc and one for the golden light...

The old Taoist was so angry that his lips began to tremble.

Yu Qing also showed a look of shock. Yang Chen's performance seemed to be far from the great-uncle image he had in mind...

But Yang Chen paid no attention to their reactions. He was fully focused on the ghost's every move, ensuring that the electric arcs and golden lights he threw hit the exact spots he wanted.

Perhaps the ghost really underestimated Yang Chen, or perhaps it was confident that Yang Chen could not harm it.

The ghost did not dodge or evade Yang Chen's attacks; it only cackled more sharply and eerily...

"Damn, this is definitely over... " The old Taoist watched for over a minute, seeing Yang Chen repeatedly using the same electric arc and golden light, and his last bit of hope was completely shattered.

Yang Chen continued to attack for several more minutes, causing no real harm, but showing no signs of exhaustion.

At this point, the old Taoist finally realized something...

"That's not right!" His old eyes widened, and he almost shouted involuntarily, "Thirty times... Are you some kind of monster? Why do you still look so relaxed?!"

Taoist techniques were the predecessors of spiritual techniques, which were the upgraded versions of Taoist techniques.

Yang Chen had been using basic Taoist techniques from start to finish, without truly using higher-level spiritual techniques.

While the consumption of Taoist techniques was not as shocking as that of spiritual techniques, a typical third-stage cultivator could only use them about ten times before running out of energy.

Even the most exceptional ones could not exceed twenty times, and after about seventeen or eighteen times, they would fall into a coma due to mental energy depletion.

But the old Taoist had clearly seen that Yang Chen had used Taoist techniques over thirty times without showing any signs of fatigue!

Meanwhile, the ghost in the air, which had been struggling with the old Taoist, began to feel something was wrong...

Yang Chen's electric arcs and golden lights did not cause substantial damage, but the magnetic field and energy particle distribution within a few dozen meters around the ghost began to distort and deform...

It was as if Yang Chen was using these minor tricks to set up a vast net around the ghost, almost silently and gradually completing the setup!

Realizing the situation, the ghost's eyes showed signs of retreat. The overwhelming sinister aura it had been emitting suddenly paused and quickly dissipated, trying to escape from the area that felt wrong.

But Yang Chen smiled slightly, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, each syllable clear and confident.

"Evil spirit, you still do not repent at this moment. Do you think you can escape?"

Both hands burst into a fiery red glow, almost like the sun.

Raising them high, he grabbed the air fiercely.

Yang Chen said firmly, "Primordial Yang Explosion... Seize!"

"Boom!!"

As his fierce shout echoed, a huge, three-dimensional, fire-red structure suddenly appeared in the air.

Fire-red lines connected over thirty bright and dim nodes, forming an irregular three-dimensional pattern.

If a future spiritual martial cultivator were present, they would immediately recognize this as a third-stage spiritual technique, the simplified particle equation structure of the Primordial Yang Explosion.

Almost as soon as the three-dimensional pattern appeared, a shocking wave of heat erupted from the air, accompanied by a loud explosion. The sudden burst of fire illuminated the entire factory!

It was like a giant firework exploding in the sky, and the ghost's piercing scream was bone-chilling!

The circular shockwave from the explosion could be seen even from a kilometer away.

For Yu Qing, the unnamed old Taoist, and Tang Yino, who was still in the car and completely stunned, the visual impact was terrifying...

The explosion not only caused the manifested ghost to disintegrate on the spot but also obliterated the few surviving ghosts that had been watching from the sidelines.

Yu Qing stared blankly at Yang Chen, who was standing a few meters away, and muttered, "Great-uncle... So powerful!"

Such an ending was something Yu Qing had never imagined!

The old Taoist, however, looked at Yang Chen with a curious expression, muttering to himself, "This technique... Why does it feel familiar... Yes! This technique... has a similar feel to the 'Nine Yang Primordial Explosion' from the Chongyang Temple on Zhongnan Mountain!"

Looking at Yang Chen again, the old Taoist's gaze became more scrutinizing...

"What is his connection to the Chongyang Temple on Zhongnan Mountain? Although this is very similar to the Nine Yang Primordial Explosion, it is definitely not the same! His technique seems to surpass the Nine Yang Primordial Explosion in some ways!"

This young man's background is not simple...