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

Chapter 76 The Demon Appears
Tuk-tuk-tuk.

The knock was soft, yet it struck like a heavy hammer on a taut heartstring.

Qi Yun suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze flashing with a sharp light, and pierced straight at the wooden door.

"Who?!"

From outside the door came Zhang Laonian's aged and hoarse voice: "Young Taoist priest... it's this old man... I just remembered something important, I... I need to tell you..."

Qi Yun felt a slight sense of relief and got up to walk towards the wooden door, but suddenly stopped halfway there!
wrong!

With my keen senses, why didn't I hear the old man's approaching footsteps?

Moreover, there wasn't even a single breath outside the door!

In the blink of an eye, a chill shot straight to the top of one's head!
"You wicked creature!" A thunderous shout erupted from Qi Yun's throat!

The left hand, which was on the scabbard, pressed down sharply, while the right wrist, which was gripping the hilt, suddenly twitched like a snake, causing the forearm muscles to tighten instantly like a steel cable!
bass!
The sword rang out clearly, and a flash of cold light appeared!
A sword light tore through the twilight, its tip carrying a piercing sharpness, piercing straight through the thin wooden door panel!
There was a muffled "thud".

The area outside the door was empty; the tip of the sword only pierced the flowing night air.

Just as the old forces were exhausted and the new forces had not yet been generated!
The Crimson Flame in his Heart Aperture suddenly leaped, and a chilling, bone-deep malice exploded from the darkness behind him!

Qi Yun's hair stood on end. He didn't even have time to draw his sword. He twisted his waist and hips with the force of a millstone, and his back sprang up violently!
He twisted his body halfway around, his left palm with fingers like a knife, and with the immense force of twisting his body and waist, he unleashed a Xingyi chopping palm, carrying a ball of dark red flame that suddenly rose in his palm, and slashed fiercely at the place where the evil wind was coming from behind!

"laugh!"

Where the palm strike passed, the air seemed to be scorched and torn apart!

The eerie red light suddenly illuminated a corner behind them!
A figure dressed in the uniform of a constable suddenly appeared in the firelight!
His face was deathly pale, as if covered in thick powder, his lips were black, but the corners of his mouth were stretched upwards, frozen in a strange and chilling smile.

Its hands, as thin as chicken claws, with black and sharp nails, were less than three inches from Qi Yun's nape!
The chilling, deathly aura almost touched the skin!

Qi Yun reacted extremely quickly, striking first despite being behind, his palm strike carrying the Crimson Hunting Fire, landing squarely on the ghost's head!
"puff!"

There was no sound of physical collision, only a faint popping sound like flames licking rotten wood.

The ghostly figure's head split in two instantly, like rotten wood cleaved by a red-hot iron! The eerie crimson hunting fire surged wildly into the crack as if it were alive!

"Ugh!"

A short, sharp shriek rang out.

Before the ghostly figure could even struggle, its head and entire body were instantly cleaved in two by Qi Yun's palm strike.

Within its gap, two lines of fire burned fiercely.

Its body twisted and swelled violently, like a punctured scabbard, turning into a wisp of foul-smelling blue smoke that dissipated into the cold air.

Only a few sparks remained, which quickly faded away.

The Crimson Hunting Fire returned, growing slightly stronger, and its energy within the heart became even more concentrated.

Warm currents continuously nourish Qi Yun's five internal organs!
Qi Yun withdrew his palm, his chest heaving, staring at the spot where the green smoke dissipated, his eyes icy cold.

The ghost was dressed in police uniform, but it was not one of the people who came with him!
"It seems to be one of the three constables who went missing earlier!"

The ghost didn't come itself, but sent a little ghost to scout ahead. Was it afraid of me and testing my strength?
I had initially thought this ghost would be ferocious, but I never expected it to be like this.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes; he was no longer willing to sit idly in the room.

He turned around, raised his leg, and kicked!
boom!
The flimsy wooden door, along with its frame, was kicked to pieces by the violent force, sending wood chips flying everywhere!

Qi Yun, holding the gleaming longsword upside down in his left hand, stepped out of the broken doorway! His figure blended into the thick, impenetrable night outside, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

The courtyard was shrouded in darkness.

The faint candlelight in the mourning hall had long been extinguished by the night wind, leaving only a deathly silence and darkness.

The dark, thin-skinned coffin, like a giant beast crouching in the darkness, had a blurred outline and exuded a chilling aura.

Qi Yun gripped the sword hilt tightly and walked step by step toward the mourning hall, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings.

Upon reaching the coffin, he did not hesitate, and with a forceful slap of his left palm, he struck the heavy coffin lid!
"Oh!"

With a muffled thud, the coffin lid flew off and crashed heavily onto the muddy ground beside it.

Qi Yun stared intently into the coffin.

A corpse lay silently inside. But it wasn't the village chief Zhang Laonian had described!

That familiar police uniform... it was none other than a constable who had followed him into the village during the day!
The corpse was swollen and shiny, with a dark green tinge of decay, except for the face—two unusually bright red blushes on the cheeks, and a huge, satisfied smile on the corner of the mouth!

The moment Qi Yun's gaze fell upon them, those tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open!

The empty, lifeless eye sockets stared straight at them!

"Hmph!" Qi Yun was prepared. He snorted coldly and his left hand, which was on the edge of the coffin, shot down with lightning speed. The Crimson Hunting Flame in his palm reignited and he pressed it hard on the corpse's forehead!
"Sizzle!" Like hot oil being poured onto snow!

The eerie smile was instantly engulfed by the crimson flames.

The corpse twitched violently a few times in the flames, quickly charred, curled up, and turned into a small pile of foul-smelling ashes.

Qi Yun withdrew his hand and turned his serious gaze to the small house where Zhang Laonian lived.

He rushed to the door and pushed it open!

The room was empty. The bedding on the earthen bed was in disarray, and Qi Yun reached out to touch it—it was ice-cold, without a trace of warmth from anyone having slept there!
A surge of anger, feeling utterly fooled, rose within him!

"Old guy, you're looking for death!"

at this time!

"Master Qi! Master, save me!!!"

A shrill, distorted scream, filled with boundless fear, suddenly exploded from the darkness in a certain direction of the village!

It was Zhao Tiezhu's voice! The voice was stumbling and rushing towards Qi Yun!

Zhao Tiezhu's figure burst through the dark courtyard gate, staggering and tumbling into the earthen courtyard, his official boots kicking up sticky, wet mud.

He looked up and saw Qi Yun standing in the center of the courtyard with his sword in hand. His indigo Taoist robe remained motionless, the tip of the sword touching the ground, its cold light gleaming like starlight.

A surge of wild joy welled up in his throat, and Zhao Tiezhu lunged forward, screaming, "Taoist Master, save me! There's a ghost! They're coming!"

However, under the cover of night, he could not see Qi Yun's eyes at all, the frost growing ever thicker due to the constant warnings from the Crimson Hunting Fire!

Three steps.

Two steps.

step!
A flash of cold light!

The sword's cry drowned out the howling wind!

Zhao Tiezhu felt a chill in his chest, followed by a sharp pain!
He froze, his face filled with disbelief.

Looking down, he saw that half of the sword was embedded in his chest, and blood was gushing out from the hilt.

He made a gurgling sound in his throat: "Why...!"

"Officer Zhao, go in peace."

Qi Yun's voice was as cold as iron.

Suddenly, Qi Yun twisted his wrist!
The sword twisted flesh and blood, and the Crimson Hunting Flame burst forth from Qi Yun's palm, wrapping around the sword's spine.

The Crimson Hunting Fire has devoured two ghosts in succession and is now able to attach itself to Qi Yun's longsword!

The flames were about to lick Zhao Tiezhu's clothes.

A pale woman's hand, with black mud embedded under her fingernails, suddenly emerged from Zhao Tiezhu's heart!
With five fingers like hooks, he went straight for Qi Yun's face!
The stench of decay was overwhelming.

"Bang!" Qi Yun kicked Zhao Tiezhu squarely in the stomach.

The person flew backwards like a broken bag, and the ghostly hand emptied them with a single claw.

Immediately following, Qi Yun stepped forward with a powerful stride!
Qi Yun moved like a ghost, instantly appearing in front of Zhao Tiezhu who was in mid-air.

The Fire Element Sword slashed down diagonally!

Crimson energy surged from his heart, and the crimson hunting fire on his sword suddenly flared up, transforming into a streak of burning wind and crimson light!
Before the sword could strike, a shadowy figure shot backward and flew out of Zhao Tiezhu's body.

The sword flashed without hesitation, and the sound of tearing silk was piercing.

"Pfft!" The mangled body was severed in mid-air, blood and entrails splattering everywhere, the stench of blood filling the air.

Although Qi Yun retreated in time, blood still splattered onto his Taoist robe, leaving a few dark patches.

His sword tip pointed diagonally at the muddy ground, flames still flickering on the blade, casting flickering light and shadow on half of his face.

Across from them, the severed corpse was bubbling with blood, the stench of blood mingling with the smell of earth, heavy and stagnant in the courtyard.

From the depths of darkness, a hoarse, aged voice echoed.

"The Five Elements Thunder Sword...by the Five Viscera Observation!"

The voice was dry and hoarse, like crumpled old paper; it was Zhang Laonian.

"They've even cultivated their Heart Flame to such an overbearing degree!"

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