Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

Chapter 297 The wind is blowing hard, let's get out of here!

That figure was extremely tall, at least eight feet.

What's most striking is his eyes, which are completely red.

There were no pupils, no whites of the eyes, only a thick, bloody color.

His aura was solid and heavy, pressing down on Chen Mo and the others from all directions at the same time.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, filling every inch of the space.

That kind of oppressive force that surpasses even the power of condensing evil cannot be offset by sheer numbers.

It is, in essence, suppression.

"Foundation Establishment Realm!"

The three of them changed their expressions at the same time.

With a crack, the light membrane on Yin Sutang's bone shield shattered completely, turning into scattered specks of white light.

The round-faced junior sister's legs went weak and she almost knelt down, but Yin Sutang grabbed her and she barely managed to steady herself.

Not only the two women, but even Chen Mo was suppressed by the aura emanating from the other party.

The density of the black mist that originally enveloped him rapidly decreased under this pressure.

The two giant spirits sank, leaving two deep craters in the ground beneath their feet.

"No, it's not Foundation Establishment!"

Chen Mo's forehead was covered in sweat, and his voice trembled slightly, even though he himself was unaware of it.

The shadows beneath his feet surged even more violently, subtly pushing his body several feet further towards the exit.

His divine sense locked onto the blood-red figure, rapidly comparing it with the records in the "Taiyin Chongxing Chapter" in his memory.

Evil spirits at the Foundation Establishment stage should have yin energy as solid as iron and blood energy as deep as an abyss.

They strike silently and stealthily, killing without leaving a trace.

But the aura of the thing in front of him, although terrifyingly powerful, had an inexplicable sense of fragility.

It seems that he has brute strength but doesn't know how to use it.

"His breathing is unstable; he appears strong on the outside but is weak on the inside."

"A true Foundation Establishment Realm evil spirit wouldn't have its Yin energy dissipated so severely. Look, it can't control its power."

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Yin Sutang scanned the other party with her divine sense, and her eyes narrowed.

Just as she was about to speak, the man opposite her spoke first.

"You lot, you all possess an aura that I recognize."

The Blood Demon's eyes slowly swept over the three of them, his gaze lingering for a moment on Yin Sutang's White Bone Heart-Locking Hammer.

"The blood children I left behind were killed by you, weren't they...?"

"

He had barely finished speaking when Chen Mo's right hand quietly crushed the Heavenly Thunder Talisman.

The moment the talisman shattered, the dark sky above suddenly lit up.

A dull rumble of thunder exploded across the wilderness, shaking the ground.

In an instant, a bolt of lightning struck down from the heavens, more than ten feet thick, carrying the might of heaven and earth, and crashed straight toward the Blood Demon's head.

Lightning illuminated the entire wilderness, turning the gray sky a ghastly white, and even the bloody aura permeating the air was evaporated by this supremely yang and powerful force.

"Purple Sun Divine Thunder!"

The mocking expression on the Blood Demon's face vanished instantly, and for the first time, obvious fear appeared in his eyes.

Heavenly lightning is one of the spells that can counter the Blood God Technique.

His reaction was extremely fast; before the lightning even struck, his hands were already raised.

As if receiving a command, the blood beneath his feet instantly surged up from the ground, condensing above his head into a blood-red shield three feet thick.

Countless distorted faces appeared on the surface of the shield, attempting to counteract the power of the heavenly lightning with their resentment.

But this blood shield was as fragile as paper in the face of heavenly lightning.

The moment the lightning struck the blood shield, the shield shattered.

The blood was evaporated by the high temperature of the lightning, producing a large amount of dark red mist.

Those faces shattered in the lightning and instantly vanished into nothingness, without even a chance to scream.

The Blood Demon retreated rapidly, the blood churning beneath his feet and quickly engulfing his entire body.

"The wind's getting strong! Let's get out of here!"

Almost the instant Chen Mo activated the Heavenly Thunder Talisman, he shouted and transformed into a wisp of black smoke, rushing towards the exit of the Ghost Domain with all his might.

The speed was astonishing, even exhibiting the effect of teleportation.

Two shadow puppets flew past him in sync, their shadow blades sheathed at their sides, blades facing backward, ready to turn around and block at any moment.

He collected most of the evil spirits and vengeful ghosts from the merit banner, leaving only a few dozen to cover the retreat.

Chen Mo covered a distance of several dozen feet in less than three breaths.

Before the two women could react, they saw him rush into the exit of the eerie realm.

The crack swallowed his figure, leaving not a trace.

"That bastard! I knew it!"

Yin Sutang's face was ashen, but she dared not slow down her pace in the slightest.

The round-faced junior sister's legs almost left afterimages as she ran, mentally cursing Chen Mo from head to toe eight hundred times.

What allies, what cooperation? He's clearly a swindler.

Behind him, the Blood Demon had already withstood the heavenly lightning.

A large portion of the blood on his body was evaporated by the lightning, and his left arm and shoulder blade were covered with charred burn marks, with tiny arcs of electricity still dancing at the wounds.

But his aura didn't weaken much.

A mere bolt of Purple Sun Divine Lightning could only injure him, but it could not kill him.

If it weren't for the fact that he was still recovering from serious injuries, he wouldn't even have been hurt.

The lingering power of the thunder had not yet dissipated, and the air still retained the scorching energy of the thunder.

The Blood Demon reappeared from the surging blood.

"One ran away..."

His eyes slowly turned to the two women still inside the strange realm, and the playfulness in his gaze was replaced by violence.

"Then you guys will fill the gap."

Before he finished speaking, the blood around the Blood Demon suddenly swelled up and spread in all directions as if it were alive.

The intense stench of blood in the air intensified several times in an instant, almost solidifying into a tangible substance.

Yin Sutang's face was deathly pale, and the bone shield beneath her feet had shattered.

She no longer had any means of defense to stop an existence of this level.

The round-faced junior sister's legs went weak, and her hands, which were holding the magic weapon, trembled so much that she could barely hold it.

At this moment, they were still more than ten feet away from the exit of the Ghost Realm.

They had already witnessed the Blood Demon's speed.

For something like this, a distance of several dozen feet is merely a blink of an eye.

"Senior sister..." The round-faced junior sister's voice was choked with sobs.

Yin Sutang gritted her teeth, her mind racing through all possible escape methods.

As the sea of ​​blood approached the two, he finally pulled a token from his storage bag...

Around the Murray Building, the sky was already beginning to lighten.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty, fishy smell, blew in from the direction of Victoria Harbour, tearing apart the remaining night fog on the streets inch by inch.

A group of local Kowloon feng shui masters gathered on the side of Central Street, anxiously looking in the direction of Murray House.

"Why haven't they come out yet?"

Huang Wenxing tugged at his collar in frustration and glanced at the entrance of the Meili Building again.

The expressions on the other people's faces varied: some were worried, some were watching the show, and some even seemed to be secretly gloating.

Just then, the air deep in the alley twisted, as if something was being pushed out from within.

All eyes turned to that direction at the same time.

Several figures stumbled out of the void.

Leading the group was Jian Yin, whose gray-white robe was torn in several places and covered with dust and dark purple stains.

The bronze mirror in his hand was covered in cracks and was clearly beyond repair.

The three people following behind him were also unsteady on their feet, clearly seriously injured.

Four people.

Eight went in, four came out.

The fates of the other four are self-evident.

Huang Wenxing's face turned pale, and he quickly went to meet him.

"President Jian! How's it going inside? Where's the others?"

After Jian Yin stepped out of the Ghost Realm, he felt as if all his energy had been drained.

My legs went weak and I almost knelt on the ground.

The feng shui master next to him quickly helped him up and sat him down against the wall.

"President Jian!" Huang Wenxing exclaimed anxiously, crouching down to ask, "Where are the others? Where is Master Basong?"

Jian Yin looked up at him, her lips trembling slightly, and said, "Dead."

Huang Wenxing's head buzzed.

"Dead...dead?" The color drained from his face. "Master Basong...dead? Are you sure?"

"I saw it with my own eyes. It was torn to pieces by Gu Yunzhou's roots, and not even a corpse was left."

Huang Wenxing collapsed to the ground, his back against the damp, cold wall, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

If people in Bangkok knew that Basong died because of the match he arranged, would he still be able to make a living in Bangkok?

"It's all over, it's all over..."

'

Huang Wenxing muttered to himself, his face ashen, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, mingling with the rain and seeping into his collar.

The other feng shui masters around them exchanged glances, their faces equally grim.

"President Jian, what about that vengeful ghost inside..."

'

A young man asked cautiously.

Upon hearing this, Jian Yin abruptly looked up, his pupils filled with terror, as if he had seen that blood-red figure from the Ghost Realm again.

"Stop asking!" His voice trembled noticeably. "Go, everyone go! Get out of here right now!"

Everyone was stunned, somewhat confused: "President Jian, what exactly...?"

"Several disciples of the Xuan Yin Zhai were swallowed up by that thing!"

Jian Yin grabbed Huang Wenxing's arm. "That evil spirit is terrifying! I reckon it's about to come out!"

"Go and invite those experts from the sect to come over, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable!"

As soon as Jian Yin finished speaking, the air at the entrance of the Meili Building suddenly distorted.

There was movement again at the exit of the mysterious realm.

Everyone tensed up instantly, instinctively taking a few steps back and frantically reaching for the magical artifacts.

Three figures tumbled and crawled out of the crack.

The leader was Shi Hu, whose robe was torn in several places, and he was covered in dust and dirt. He was holding his magic weapon backwards.

The two junior brothers and sisters following behind him were no better off; the three of them couldn't even stand properly before they took off running.

The way he looked made it seem like he was being chased by a demon.

Li Changye's voice could be faintly heard in the wind.

The sect leader said our third senior brother is a lucky star, and indeed he is blessed with good fortune; otherwise, we might have been in deep trouble this time!

Another female voice chimed in, "Once we get back, we're never leaving the sect again, no matter what!"

"That's right, the mundane world is really too dangerous!"

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The three figures disappeared into the alleyway in the blink of an eye, leaving a group of feng shui masters looking at each other in bewilderment.

Huang Wenxing opened his mouth, about to say something, when the crack at the entrance of the Meili Building began to tremble violently again.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats once again.

Thick black fog surged wildly from the cracks, obscuring half the street in just a few breaths.

The fog carried a biting chill and a strong malevolent aura, making it difficult to breathe.

A figure strode out from the black mist.

The person who arrived was Chen Mo.

He was surrounded by a dense swarm of vengeful ghosts; a cursory glance revealed at least several hundred.

The vengeful ghosts surged and howled beside him, their faces contorted in grotesque horror, their chilling aura reaching the heavens, causing the temperature on the entire street to plummet by more than ten degrees.

The feng shui masters present turned pale instantly, and their legs trembled.

Someone dropped their compass on the ground with a thud.

Most people collapsed onto their bottoms, their lips turned purple, and they couldn't even call for help.

An elderly man stood frozen in place, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, his right hand pressed tightly against the ritual implement at his waist, yet he dared not pull it out.

Hundreds of vengeful ghosts had never seen anything like this in their lives.

Upon seeing this, He Ruijiu, who was standing guard at a distance, immediately lowered his head and didn't dare to raise it.

This kind of demon could probably only be suppressed by their ancestor.

Chen Mo stood amidst the black mist and vengeful ghosts, his eyes coldly sweeping over everyone present.

His eyes were devoid of any emotion, as if he were looking at a group of insignificant ants.

Just one glance was enough to plunge everyone into an ice cave.

Under the panicked gazes of the crowd, he raised his hand and waved.

As the merit banner was unfurled, a strong gust of cold wind arose, and hundreds of vengeful ghosts, like rivers flowing into the sea, were all drawn into the banner.

The yin energy and malevolent aura on the street dissipated almost entirely in an instant.

Without wasting any more time, Chen Mo's figure transformed into a wisp of black smoke, wrapped in the merit banner, and sped off in another direction, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Only a group of feng shui masters with trembling legs remained, along with a lingering chill in the air.

Huang Wenxing slowly stood up, leaning against the wall. His lips trembled for a long time before he managed to utter a complete sentence.

"President, were all the old monsters you encountered inside like these?"

The inner hall of the Qing Gang headquarters in Jinshi.

The air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood, but the atmosphere was far from relaxed.

Liu Qikui sat in the armchair on the left, holding a cup of tea that had gone cold. His eyes, behind his round-framed glasses, were slightly narrowed, revealing no emotion.

Sitting opposite him was a burly man with broad shoulders and a thick waist, and large knuckles on his hands.

The area between his thumb and forefinger was covered in calluses, clearly indicating that he had been holding a knife for many years.

At the head of the table, Gu Ruzhang was leisurely using the tea lid to skim off the foam.

"Minister Liu, you go first."

Gu Ruzhang put down his teacup, his tone indifferent.

Liu Qikui pushed up his glasses and pulled a piece of paper from his sleeve, spreading it on the table.

"Master Gu, the accounts for this month have been reconciled."

"The Li family's retaliation was quite significant. Three shipments of our goods were intercepted, one of our dock warehouses was burned down, eleven of our men were injured, and four died."

"In total, the loss is at least 100,000 silver dollars."

Zhou Sandao slammed his hand on the table, sending the teacup bouncing half a foot into the air: "One hundred thousand?! When did the Li family become so audacious?"

"It's not that the Li family's good-for-nothings have gotten bolder." Liu Qikui glanced at him, "It's that the Li family's youngest son who has recruited a tough nut."

Gu Ruzhang raised an eyebrow: "What tough nut to crack?"

"A top expert from the inspection bureau."

"I haven't figured out the specifics yet, but I've sent people to investigate. This person's cultivation level is not low, and his strength is extremely high."

"From the Inspection Bureau?" Zhou Sandao scoffed. "What can people from the Inspection Bureau do? If they were really that capable, would they be working there?"

"Don't be in a hurry, Master Zhou."

Liu Qikui waved his hand, "This person is extraordinary. I personally went to invite him before, bringing most of the dark artifacts with me, but he refused."

Zhou Sandao's expression changed slightly.

Most of them are counterfeit goods, and those items are quite valuable.

If someone doesn't even accept those things, they're either truly aloof or have an even bigger appetite.

The inner room fell silent for a moment.

Gu Ruzhang picked up his teacup, blew on it gently, and didn't speak immediately.

Liu Qikui carefully observed his expression. "Master Gu, if this man were just good at fighting, that would be fine, but he's also from the Inspection Bureau, with an official position. We can't make a move against him openly."

"Secretly... the Li family's security forces have been strengthened quite a bit recently, and several raids have failed to gain any advantage."

Zhou Sandao sneered, "Then send more men. If a hundred aren't enough, send two hundred; if two hundred aren't enough, send three hundred. I refuse to believe he can hold off hundreds of my brothers by himself!"

"A reckless man's opinion."

Liu Qikui retorted without hesitation, "If you cause a mess, will Mr. Gu still have a chance to run for councilor next year?"

Zhou Sandao was so choked up that his face turned red, but he dared not say anything more.

In the Green Gang, the strategist Liu Qikui's position was second only to the leader, and he always spoke in this tone.

Gu Ruzhang pondered for a few seconds before finally speaking.

"Old Liu, are you sure you can't bribe that expert?"

"Sure."

Liu Qikui nodded. "This person is either truly loyal or has ulterior motives."

"But no matter which one it is, he's now on the Li family's side, and he's a stumbling block for us."

Gu Ruzhang put down his teacup and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

"I am determined to win next year's parliamentary elections."

"The Li family's resources are too small to cause any real trouble. Since they've found a watchdog to block their way, let's kill the dog first."

Liu Qikui's eyes flashed: "The dragon head means..."

"Those who don't know how to appreciate kindness are only a nuisance to be kept around."

He stood up, walked to the window with his hands behind his back, and looked at the gray sky outside. "To cut the weeds, you must pull them out by the roots."

"Giving him a chance is already being polite for the Green Gang. Since he doesn't appreciate it, then let's send him on his way."

He turned around, his gaze landing on Zhou Sandao. "Here's a fee of 50,000 silver dollars. I want to see results within a month."

Zhou Sandao grinned and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect: "Don't worry, Boss, I'll personally deliver that Chen guy's head to you when the time comes."

Liu Qikui's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to speak, but in the end he only coughed a few times and did not say anything.

The Li family's retaliation caused considerable losses to the Green Gang, and he had no reason to stop it.

Gu Ruzhang sat back down in his armchair, picked up the cup of tea that had gone cold, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Do things more cleanly."

"Yes."