My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

But with the Taoist priest around, there's not so much to be afraid of.

Miao Gui opened his mouth wide.

He looked at Shen Zhaoyue, then at Ye Qingfeng, his mind blank.

Is this woman crazy?

These are three evil spirits suppressing the inn!

He has at least a hundred years of cultivation!

She, a martial arts practitioner specializing in marrow cultivation, dared to slash with a knife?

Miao Gui was about to speak to stop him when he heard Ye Qingfeng's voice:

"No need for that."

He paused for a moment, then looked at Ye Qingfeng.

The Taoist priest remained standing with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, his gaze fixed on the three ancient corpses.

"You may leave for now."

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhaoyue sheathed her sword and took a step back.

The two of them spoke rudely and casually in front of the three ancient corpses.

The three ancient corpses seemed to understand his words.

Their bodies trembled slightly, and their withered fingers, rotting faces, and half-open eyes began to move.

A chilling aura emanated from them, causing the temperature in the entire inn to drop several degrees.

Miao Gui felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

He quickly pulled several items out of his pocket.

He pulled out a jade pendant, a stack of talismans, and a small porcelain bottle, saying to Ye Qingfeng as he did so:

"Master! Don't be impulsive! The room fee is negotiable! I have some good things here: Blood Spirit Mushroom, Yin Bamboo Talisman, Hundred-Year-Old Cinnabar... all of these can be used as payment for the room!"

His face showed some pain, but he didn't slow down at all when he was taking things out.

"Don't lay a hand on me! I'll pay! I'll pay!"

He spoke while secretly observing the reactions of the three ancient corpses.

But the three ancient corpses completely ignored him.

Their gazes all fell on Ye Qingfeng.

His gaze was cold, resentful, and carried a hint of...disdain.

It's like watching an ignorant mortal.

Miao Gui was sweating profusely with anxiety, and turned back to Shen Zhaoyue, saying:

"Officer Shen! You should advise your Taoist priest! These are three evil spirits that have lived for hundreds of years! Your little skills are no match for them!"

Shen Zhaoyue ignored him.

Miao Gui then looked at Lü Yang:

"You! You should talk them out of it! Your Taoist priest has no skills, why is he getting involved? What if he just slaps the corpse to death? Who am I going to ask for my money then?"

Lu Yang was taken aback when he heard this:

"What did you say? The immortal master has no ability?"

Miao Gui said urgently:

"What's so great about him? All he can do is throw gold. Money is good, but it's useless here!"

Before he could finish speaking—

"Clang!"

A clear, resonant sword cry echoed throughout the entire inn.

The sword on Lü Yang's back suddenly flew out on its own.

The sword was azure blue, its light radiating outwards, appearing like a bright moon rising in the dimly lit inn.

The light was so bright that Miao Gui couldn't open his eyes and could only shield them with his hands, peeking out through the gaps between his fingers.

The sword drew an arc in the air and flew straight toward the altar!

"boom--!!!"

The altar exploded! Wood chips flew everywhere, and broken porcelain shards scattered!

The sword passed right through the center of the altar and landed straight in front of the three ancient corpses. The blade was embedded more than half a foot into the floor, and the hilt was still trembling slightly.

On the sword, azure light flowed erratically, casting an eerie blue hue over the pale faces of the three ancient corpses.

The shaking of the inn suddenly stopped.

Miao Gui stood there, mouth agape, unable to utter a sound for a long time.

The three ancient corpses were also stunned.

They stared at the sword before them, and for the first time, a different emotion appeared in their cold gazes—

fear.

They sensed it.

That sword possessed an aura that made them tremble from the depths of their souls.

The aura was pure, sharp, and intense, carrying a sense of oppressive power akin to divine might.

That was no ordinary sword.

That is……

For the first time, the ancient corpse dressed in official robes showed an expression on its decaying face—fear.

It wanted to move, but couldn't.

The sword was stuck there, like an invisible shackle, pinning the three of them to the spot.

Ye Qingfeng stepped out from behind Lü Yang.

He walked slowly, step by step, as if taking a leisurely stroll.

He walked up to the sword, reached out and grasped the hilt, and gently pulled it out.

The sword shimmered with a deep blue light under the candlelight.

Ye Qingfeng looked down at the three ancient corpses, his composure vanished.

Instead, there is a kind of indifference.

"I'm giving you face, but you don't want it."

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly:

"Then I won't waste any more words."

A flash of sword light.

All three heads flew up at the same time.

The three ancient corpses didn't even have time to make a sound before they were all cut in half by that sword.

The broken edges were smooth as a mirror, without a single drop of blood flowing out—their blood had long since dried up hundreds of years ago.

The corpse swayed, then fell off the altar and crashed to the ground with a dull thud.

The sword traced a graceful arc in mid-air before landing steadily back in its scabbard on Lü Yang's back.

"Click."

The sound of it being sheathed was crisp and pleasant.

This sword strike may seem simple, but in reality, the malevolent energy inside the ancient corpse had already been purified by its sword energy.

Miao Gui stood there, completely dumbfounded.

He looked at the three ancient corpses on the ground, their heads separated from their bodies, then at Ye Qingfeng, then at the sword that had been sheathed on Lü Yang's back. He opened and closed his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

After a long silence, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he uttered a sentence with difficulty:

"What...what kind of sword is this?"

No one answered him.

Ye Qingfeng had already walked to a corner, sat down cross-legged in a clean place, and closed his eyes.

Shen Zhaoyue stood with her sword in her arms, leaning against the pillar next to him.

Lü Yang moved closer to Miao Gui, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a grin:

"What? You think I, the immortal master, am incompetent?"

Miao Gui opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but didn't know how to refute it.

He glanced at the three ancient corpses on the ground, then at the pile of "good stuff" in his hand that he hadn't had time to give away yet.

Suddenly, I realized that what I had just said was a complete joke.

With a single sword strike, he cleaved these three evil spirits that had existed for hundreds of years.

He was still there, saying things like, "I have blood-red Ganoderma lucidum here," and "I have century-old cinnabar here"...

Miao Gui silently put his things back into his pocket, found a corner to sit down, and dared not say another word.

Fortunately, I didn't say anything too much along the way. I hope this enlightened master can't read minds.

Just then, whether intentionally or unintentionally, Ye Qingfeng glanced over here.

Miao Gui couldn't help but shudder.

Outside, it was still raining.

Damn it, I must be wearing too few clothes!

......

The room was quiet.

The three ancient corpses lay on the ground, their heads separated from their bodies, and there was no further movement.

Rainwater leaked down the dilapidated roof and dripped onto the ground, making a "drip-drip" sound.

Lu Yang huddled in the corner, hugging his arms and trembling.

"Achoo!"

He sneezed and rubbed his nose.

"Why is it so cold..."

It's really cold.

This inn, known for its corpse-driving tradition, was already filled with yin energy. Although the three ancient corpses had been killed, the yin energy remained.

Adding to the chill, it was raining outside, damp and cold, seeping into your bones and making you shiver.