Dao Qi Wu Zang Guan Guan: I became a Daoist Master in the 1990s

Chapter 101 The Morgue Is Not Peaceful
Qi Yun's gaze swept across the empty room like lightning, instantly locking onto an empty cot against the wall.

He moved swiftly and silently to the bedside, grabbed a pale white shroud, covered himself with it, and lay down straight, his breath instantly concealed.

"Click...squeak!"

The morgue door was pushed open.

The visitor seemed to hesitate for a moment, probably because he noticed something unusual about the door lock.

The door was pushed open completely, and a tall, lithe figure flashed in, gently closing the door behind him.

The lights were also off, and the person seemed to be extremely comfortable in the dark.

Using the dim light of the freezer's indicator light, Qi Yun squinted to see. It was a woman, dressed in a black work uniform that allowed for easy movement, outlining her smooth figure. Her short hair was neat, and her steps were as light as a cat's, landing silently as she walked straight to the freezer drawer that Qi Yun had opened.

Just as she reached into the drawer!
Without warning, the woman twisted her waist and spun around! A long leg, like a steel whip suddenly raised in the darkness, tore through the air and swept fiercely towards the gurney where Qi Yun was hiding!
"call!"

The moment the sound of something cutting through the air hit Qi Yun, he exerted force from his waist and abdomen, like a taut spring suddenly releasing its tension!

Wrapped in a white cloth, the person rolled and bounced to the side and backward!

"Bang!!!" The heavy gurney was sent flying by the whip kick, crashing hard into the opposite freezer with a deafening roar.

The woman's attack missed, but she didn't stop, her figure following closely behind as she swiftly advanced along the ground!
In the darkness, she moved her hands in a swift motion, one up and one down, as fast as lightning!

One palm strike, like a knife, silently slashed straight at Qi Yun's throat, while the other hand, with its fingers slightly bent, gripped his soft ribs like a venomous snake!

His moves are cunning and ruthless, his power is contained yet unleashed, and he strikes directly at the vital points!

Before Qi Yun had even landed steadily, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

Instead of retreating, he advanced! His right arm throbbed like a spear, muscles bulging, and a Xingyi chopping fist smashed hard against the opponent's wrist that was about to slit his throat, fierce and violent!

At the same time, his left leg shot out like a venomous dragon emerging from its cave, toes pointed, with the ferocity to pierce through wooden boards, swiftly striking the opponent's wrist that was about to grab his ribs!
"Crack! Crack!"

Two crisp sounds of flesh and bone clashing rang out in the deathly silent morgue!
The woman's wrist went numb from Qi Yun's powerful punch, and her hand, which was reaching for her ribs, was also knocked away by a precise kick.

She grunted, using the force to retreat half a step, dissipating the impact, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

But the action is even faster!
His footwork suddenly became unpredictable, his body darting around Qi Yun, his palms flying, chopping, flicking, pressing, and guiding, the palm shadows overlapping, making it hard to distinguish between real and fake, targeting Qi Yun's joints and vital acupoints!
The palm strike was fierce, carrying a hint of chill.

"Xingyi? You've got quite a bit of skill!" The woman's cold voice, tinged with sarcasm, rang out in the darkness. Her attacks intensified suddenly, her palm shadows like a storm, engulfing Qi Yun.

Her movements were agile and swift, far exceeding Qi Yun's expectations. Her moves flowed smoothly and seamlessly, like flowing clouds and water, clearly showing that she was a master who had been immersed in palm techniques for many years!
Qi Yun lowered his waist and sat on his horse, displaying Xingyi Five Elements Fist in turn.

The chopping fist is like an axe splitting a mountain, the drilling fist is like lightning piercing the air, the collapsing fist is like an arrow leaving a bowstring, the cannon fist explodes, and the horizontal fist is like a beam supporting the sea!
The movements are simple and unadorned, yet they possess explosive power and a ferocity akin to those of a wild beast!
The sounds of fists and palms striking each other echoed like a series of beaded pearls in the empty, cold morgue, like the dull beat of a drum.

With each collision, the woman felt an immense force surge through her, causing her arms to go numb and her blood to churn. She could only rely on her exquisite footwork to deflect the force and move away, daring not to confront it head-on.

"Hmph!" The woman's eyes flashed with a fierce light as she failed to gain the upper hand after a long attack.

His right hand flashed to his waist with lightning speed, and with a soft "clang," a cold light, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, pierced straight into Qi Yun's heart!
dagger!

The dagger's cold gleam was bone-chilling, and its speed was three times faster than the palm strike!
Seeing this, Qi Yun also gave up his thoughts on honing his boxing skills.

Just as the dagger was about to strike him, he used a stepping technique.

His figure moved as if by teleportation, leaving a series of blurry afterimages as he narrowly avoided the deadly cold light!
At the same time, his left hand, with fingers pointing like a sword, struck with unparalleled precision on the "Shenmen" acupoint on the woman's wrist holding the dagger!

"Ugh!" The woman's wrist felt like it had been electrocuted, and her entire arm went numb instantly!

He could no longer hold the dagger.

Qi Yun reached into his pocket with his right hand and swiftly caught the falling dagger, then handed it back to Qi Yun with a backhand motion!
The cold, sharp blade was already firmly pressed against the woman's pale throat!
With just a gentle push, the pulsating blood vessel can be severed.

"What powerful palm techniques! Is this Bagua Palm?" Qi Yun's voice broke the silence, calm and undisturbed. "How did you discover me?"

The woman pressed her lips together, her chest heaving violently, staring intently at Qi Yun's blurry face in the darkness, her voice hoarse from the constriction in her throat.

"The smell of blood on you... no matter how faint, is still as obvious as a louse on a bald man's head among a pile of dead bodies!"

Her tone was cold and hard, tinged with resentment.

Qi Yun suddenly realized that he hadn't been careful enough when he took a bath!

"I'm not a bad person," Qi Yun said. "I came here only to..."

Before he could finish speaking, something unexpected happened!
A fierce glint flashed in the woman's eyes! Her body jerked backward!
At the same time, his right leg lashed out like a scorpion's tail, the toes whistling through the air, and kicked fiercely at Qi Yun's wrist holding the dagger!
This sudden change of tactics was as fast as lightning, completely disregarding his own vital throat!

The dagger in Qi Yun's hand was kicked away instantly, crashing into a freezer in the distance with a "clang".

The woman seized the opportunity to retreat swiftly, her left hand already reaching into her bosom with lightning speed!
A heavy, black Type 92 pistol was instantly drawn, its dark muzzle pointed at Qi Yun's forehead!

"Don't move! Cover your head! Crouch down!" The woman's voice was as cold as iron, carrying an unquestionable tone of command.

Within a single day, the gun was pointed at Qi Yun for the second time.

His eyes narrowed suddenly, a cold glint flashing in his long, narrow eyes.

"The people from Bureau 749 are as domineering as ever," Qi Yun sneered. The woman frowned: "You know 749? Looks like you're deeply involved! Tell me! Were you behind this?"

"If I said no, would you believe me?" Qi Yun retorted, his tone tinged with mockery.

"Believe it or not, the investigation will bring a fair judgment! Now, raise your hands and slowly step back!"

The woman shouted sternly. After Qi Yun retreated to what she considered a safe distance, she pulled a pair of gleaming handcuffs from behind her waist with her left hand and threw them at Qi Yun's feet with a "snap." "Cuff yourself! If you try anything funny, bullets don't have eyes!"

Qi Yun looked at the cold handcuffs on the ground, then looked up at the dark muzzle of the gun, and sighed deeply, as if he was regretting something.

"Sigh... Firearms certainly give people courage beyond their physical capabilities. But remember!"

His voice suddenly turned cold, like shattering ice, "You only have one chance to fire."

Before he finished speaking, Qi Yun made his move!
He didn't retreat, but lunged sideways! His target was the overturned gurney beside him! His right hand shot out with lightning speed, grabbing the hilt of the sword protruding from the canvas bag under the gurney!

"You're asking for it!" The woman's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and she pulled the trigger without hesitation!

"boom!!!"

A deafening gunshot rang out in the enclosed morgue! The muzzle flash instantly illuminated the woman's frosty face and the afterimage of Qi Yun lunging forward!

At the very instant the gun fired, Qi Yun's footwork had already reached its maximum potential!

True Qi surged forth, pouring into both feet!
He was launched as if by an invisible giant bow, leaving a solid afterimage in place!

The scorching bullet tore through the air and pierced the afterimage!

The real Qi Yun had already appeared beside the woman like a ghost!

The cold glint of the drawn sword was like a bolt of lightning exploding in a dark room!
"Shh!"

The sword flashed and disappeared in an instant! So fast that it was beyond the reach of sight!

The woman felt a chill on her right wrist, which was holding the gun, followed by excruciating pain! The pistol was still knocked away by the sword.

"The woman had barely uttered her cry when it felt as if she had been struck hard in the chest by a battering sledgehammer!"

"Oh!"

An overwhelming force struck her, sending her flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the cold metal freezer behind her!
It felt as if his internal organs had shifted instantly, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and fresh blood uncontrollably spilled from the corner of his mouth.

She endured the excruciating pain and struggled to get up, but a cold, sharp blade, reeking of blood, was already pressed against her chin like a shadow!
The chilling killing intent emanating from the sword's edge sent shivers down her spine!

"Snapped!"

Qi Yun turned on the light.

The stark white light finally illuminated the woman's face.

Her short hair was disheveled, with a few strands clinging to her sweat-dampened forehead. Her skin, typically fair like that of a woman from a mountain town, now appeared pale due to the intense pain.

With delicate features and a cool, heroic air, she is a rare beauty with a bright and beautiful face!

At this moment, those beautiful eyes, filled with anger and resentment, were staring intently at Qi Yun.

Blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.

Qi Yun used the tip of his sword to poke at the opponent's head, trying to make him tilt back, so that he would have difficulty exerting force and making other small moves!
"Uh!" She stubbornly stuck out her neck, trying to resist the upward force.

Qi Yun's eyes were icy cold, and with a sudden flick of his wrist, the sword tip became the blade!

The sharp blade instantly sliced ​​through the woman's delicate chin skin.

It slammed hard against the hard jawbone!

The excruciating pain made her groan as her head was forcefully lifted by an irresistible force!

Qi Yun stood high above, his sword-wielding hand as steady as a rock, his voice colder than the chill of the morgue:

"Guns are powerful, but not omnipotent. I am not an evil cultivator; my purpose in coming here is solely for that ghostly creature. I have no intention of making an enemy of 749!"

He paused, then pressed the sword up slightly more, the bones making a sickening cracking sound. "But I'm not afraid of trouble. That's all I have to say."

The woman opened her mouth as if to speak, but the anger in her eyes burned even brighter.

Qi Yun gave her no further chances. With a flick of his wrist, the longsword was withdrawn with lightning speed, then the blade, like a heavy iron whip, lashed fiercely at the woman's exposed neck with a dull whistling sound!
A muffled thud. The anger in the woman's eyes vanished instantly. Her body went limp, and she slid slowly to the ground against the freezer, completely unconscious.

Blood gushed from the deep sword wound on his chin, staining his black collar red.

Qi Yun didn't even glance at the unconscious woman on the ground. He sheathed his long sword, pushed open the heavy metal door of the morgue, and silently disappeared into the deeper darkness of the outer corridor.

Only the low hum of the air conditioner accompanied the cold silence of the room.

(End of this chapter)