As a dignified max-level Celestial Master, who am I supposed to explain this to?

backyard.

The moon hid behind the clouds again, and the courtyard was as black as if ink had been splashed on it.

Han Xuan stood in front of the ancestral hall, his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

Xia Zhiwei stood under the moon gate but did not go in.

She knew that her cultivation level was insufficient to help, and staying here would only cause trouble.

But she didn't leave; instead, she stood there silently, watching Han Xuan's retreating figure.

Han Xuan took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

He raised his right hand, his five fingers spread, and a golden light shone in his palm.

The light was not dazzling, but very soft, like a ball of sunlight held in the palm of your hand.

But in this soft sunlight, there were faint, intricate runes flowing within.

That is the sign of the Great Perfection of the Golden Light Mantra.

He did not use the Thunder Emperor Body.

Using the Thunder Emperor Body to deal with a century-old vengeful ghost is indeed a bit excessive.

Moreover, Xia Zhiwei said, "Be gentle, this is my family's ancestral hall."

The sixth level of the Golden Light Mantra is sufficient.

Han Xuan squatted down and pressed his right hand on the crack in the ground.

Golden light seeped down the crack, like a golden river.

It surged deep into the earth.

Wherever the golden light passed, the black yin energy seemed to be burned, making a "hissing" sound as it quickly evaporated.

The well underground began to shake.

The stone slab at the wellhead made a cracking sound.

The cracks grew larger and denser.

The resentment in the well seemed to be provoked, surging upwards in an attempt to break through the final seal.

"boom!!!"

The stone slab shattered, and a pillar of black resentment shot into the sky.

It passed through the ground, through the floor of the ancestral hall, and soared straight into the sky.

Half of the ancestral hall's roof was blown off, and tiles were scattered everywhere.

Xia Zhiwei subconsciously took a step back.

But she didn't run away; she remained standing under the moon gate, staring intently at the black column of air.

Black resentment condensed in the air, forming a huge black shadow.

The dark figure was at least three zhang tall, with a ferocious human-like appearance.

Its body was formed from intense resentment and death energy, and it had no fixed shape, constantly twisting and deforming.

Its face had no features, only two pale white flames burning in the eye sockets.

"One hundred and twenty years..."

The dark figure spoke, its voice seemingly coming from underground, low and hoarse, carrying a chilling pleasure.

"One hundred and twenty years! I'm finally out!"

It lowered its head and looked at Han Xuan, who was standing in the ruins of the ancestral hall.

"You? A mere young Taoist priest who hasn't even grown his first hair dares to show his face?!"

Its sound abruptly stopped.

Because it saw the golden light emanating from Han Xuan.

It wasn't just ordinary golden light.

It is the sixth level of the Golden Light Mantra, the Great Perfection, solidified like a physical object, carrying a vast and righteous golden light.

The golden light formed a perfect protective shield around Han Xuan.

Runes flowed across the surface of the light shield, faintly accompanied by the sound of a dragon's roar.

But within that golden light, there was something even more terrifying.

Purple and golden arcs of electricity danced at Han Xuan's fingertips, the aura of the Heavenly Gang Thunder Technique.

Thunder magic, being extremely yang and powerful, is the natural enemy of yin and evil things.

Liu Rushi's ghost froze.

The two pale white will-o'-the-wisps flickered violently a few times, as if blinking to confirm that they were not seeing things.

"Golden Light Mantra...Sixth level? Heavenly Thunder Technique?"

Its voice changed, from arrogant to incredulous, "You...who are you?"

Han Xuan raised his head and looked at the huge ghostly figure that was three zhang tall, his expression as calm as if he were looking at a moth.

"The Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain, Senior Brother, Han Xuan."

He paused, then added.

"You may not have heard of me, but that's okay. You just need to know one thing..."

He raised his right hand, and within the golden light in his palm, a purple bolt of lightning was taking shape.

"You're not getting out tonight."

Liu Rushi's ghost let out a low roar.

Its body began to swell, and resentment surged forth like a tide, shrouding the entire backyard in darkness.

The locust tree's branches and leaves withered in resentment, and the bluestone slabs on the ground were corroded into pits.

"Little Taoist priest, do you know how long I've been imprisoned?"

Liu Rushi's voice turned shrill and frantic, "One hundred and twenty years! I've been in that well for one hundred and twenty years! You think I'm afraid of you?!"

It pounced down suddenly, its huge black claws tearing through the air with a world-destroying force, aiming straight for Han Xuan's crown.

Han Xuan did not move.

He simply raised his left hand and waved it casually.

The golden light surged!

"boom!!"

With a dull thud, Liu Rushi's ghost seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, being thrown back and tumbling several times in the air before slamming heavily against the backyard wall.

The wall collapsed instantly, sending bricks and stones flying everywhere.

Liu Rushi's body was mostly shattered by this attack, and black resentment drifted in the air.

It struggled to reform its body, but at a significantly slower pace.

"you!"

For the first time, fear appeared in its voice: "You're not an ordinary Taoist priest! Who are you?!"

Han Xuan withdrew his left hand and looked down at his palm.

"Sorry, I didn't control my strength well again."

He frowned and muttered to himself, "The explosive power of this Golden Light Mantra is still too strong; I need to tone it down a bit."

He looked up at Liu Rushi, who was beginning to reform.

"Your name is Liu Rushi, right?"

His tone was as calm as if he were calling out a name: "I'll give you two choices."

He held up two fingers.

"First, go back into the well, and I will reinforce the seal. Although confinement is unpleasant, at least it will save your ghostly life."

Liu Rushi let out a disdainful sneer:

"Dream on! I finally got out!!"

"second."

Han Xuan interrupted him, raising his second finger, "I'll beat you until your soul is scattered and not even a trace remains."

His tone remained calm, but when he said the words "soul scattered and spirit dispersed".

The Heavenly Thunder Technique in his palm suddenly lit up.

Purple lightning illuminated the entire backyard, revealing Liu Rushi's enormous ghostly figure in minute detail.

Liu Rushi's ghost fell silent.

Its pale white ghostly flames stared intently at the purple lightning in Han Xuan's palm.

He then looked at the solidified golden light on Han Xuan's body and weighed the pros and cons.

Then it made a decision!

It ran away.

The enormous ghostly figure suddenly shrank, transforming into a cloud of black mist, and fled at an extremely fast speed towards the backyard.

It didn't intend to confront Han Xuan head-on; it wanted to escape to the city, to a place with many people.

Once it finds a suitable living person to possess, it can regain its power.

"Trying to run away?"

Han Xuan's voice came from behind, unhurried and calm.

But each word was like a thunderclap, exploding within Liu Rushi's soul.

"Divine Firmament Thunder Formation".

Han Xuan formed a hand seal, and a circle of golden lightning patterns suddenly lit up on the ground beneath his feet.

The lightning pattern spread outwards at an incredible speed, instantly enveloping the entire Xia family's backyard.

Golden arcs of electricity rose from the edges of the lightning patterns, like golden fences, completely isolating this space from the outside world.

Liu Rushi's ghost crashed into the golden lightning fence, letting out a shrill scream, and was bounced back.

A large portion of its body was scorched the moment it touched the lightning fence, the black resentment evaporated completely, leaving a charred gash.

"No!" Liu Rushi screamed and rushed in another direction.

It was bounced back as well.

It rammed wildly against the lightning fence, each impact tearing away a large piece of its body.

The resentment is evaporating, the soul is shrinking, and the power is dissipating.

Han Xuan stood in the center of the lightning formation, his arms crossed over his chest, like a spectator watching a trapped beast fight.

Don't bother.

His voice echoed through the thunder, coming simultaneously from all directions, saying:

"The Divine Firmament Thunder Formation, the highest-level sealing thunder formation in Longhu Mountain."

"With your current strength, you couldn't break through even if you tried for a hundred years."

"!!!"