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

Han Xuan received the letter from his master on the third day after the Xia family built their ancestral hall.

A message was sent by a flying crane, urgently.

The letter contained only one line of text:

"In the eastern suburbs of the city, there are evil Western spirits causing trouble. Go there immediately. — Written by Master himself."

Western evil spirits?

Han Xuan frowned slightly as he looked at those four words.

The jurisdiction of Longhu Mountain is the demons and monsters of the Central Plains; Western things are not under their control.

The fact that his master specifically asked him to go indicates that the matter is not simple.

He folded the letter and put it in his pocket, then turned to look at Xia Zhiwei, who was directing the craftsmen to repair the ancestral hall.

"Miss Xia, my master summoned me; I must go out for a while."

Xia Zhiwei didn't even look up: "How long will it take?"

"I don't know. It could take half a day if things go quickly, or..."

"What if it's slow?"

"If we're slow... we might have to bury the other person before we come back."

Xia Zhiwei finally raised her head and glanced at him.

There was helplessness and disdain in his eyes, but more than anything, there was a numbness that he had grown accustomed to.

"Go ahead. But don't blow up their house."

I will try my best.

Han Xuan turned and strode out of the Xia residence. Behind him came Xia Zhiwei's voice:

"Remember to come back for dinner!"

He paused, turned around, and glanced back.

Xia Zhiwei had already resumed directing the craftsmen, and it seemed that her previous remark was just a casual remark.

But Han Xuan couldn't help but smirk slightly.

dinner.

How many years has it been since anyone told him "come home for dinner"?

In his previous life, he lived alone for over fifty years, and no one ever waited for him to come home for dinner.

"understood."

He responded, quickened his pace, and disappeared around the street corner.

In the eastern suburbs of the city, there is an abandoned church.

This church was built by foreigners thirty years ago. After the foreigners left, the church fell into disrepair.

Vines climbed all over the mottled walls, most of the stained glass was broken, and the cross on the spire was crooked, as if it was about to fall over.

When Han Xuan arrived, it was already evening.

As the sun sets, it casts a long shadow over the church.

A faint smell of blood permeated the air around the church, not human blood, but something older and more sinister.

He stood at the church entrance and closed his eyes to sense something.

There are three people inside the church.

No, it's not a person.

Their aura is eerie.

It has life and a heartbeat, but the heartbeat frequency is extremely low, only a few beats per minute.

The blood flow was also very slow, as if the person was asleep.

However, their body temperature is extremely low, almost indistinguishable from that of a dead person.

"vampire?"

Han Xuan opened his eyes, his tone carrying a hint of surprise.

It really is a Western evil spirit.

He had read about this kind of thing in the books of his previous life.

Western vampires are similar to Eastern zombies, but not entirely the same.

Zombies are driven by corpse energy and resentment, while vampires are driven by blood and dark magic.

Zombies fear sunlight and lightning, while vampires fear silver and crosses.

But Han Xuan had neither silverware nor a cross.

He possesses the Golden Light Mantra and the Heavenly Thunder Technique.

"Whether it's East or West, evil is evil."

He pushed open the church door and went inside.

The church was even more dilapidated inside than it appeared from the outside.

The benches were leaning to one side, the podium was covered in dust, and most of the murals on the walls had peeled off.

The only part that is still relatively intact is the crucifixion statue directly in front.

But at this moment, two circles were drawn in red pen around the eyes of the statue, making it look extremely eerie.

In the very center of the church, three people were kneeling in a circle on the ground.

They wore long black robes, with hoods covering most of their faces.

Judging from their figures, there were two men and one woman, all tall and with skin so white it was almost translucent.

Their lips are dark red, as if they have just drunk blood.

They were chanting something softly, but the language was neither Chinese nor any language Han Xuan had ever heard before.

The voice was deep and hoarse, with an eerie rhythm that made one's heart race involuntarily.

The sound of Han Xuan's footsteps as he entered startled them.

The chanting stopped abruptly.

The three men in black robes simultaneously raised their heads and looked at Han Xuan.

Beneath the hood were three extremely pale faces.

He had a high nose and deep-set eyes, with dark red pupils that looked like congealed blood.

Fresh blood stained their mouths, and sharp fangs gleamed coldly in the dim light, protruding from beneath their lips.

"An Asian?"

The male vampire in the middle spoke, his voice deep and magnetic, with a heavy foreign accent, "This is not a place for you. Leave."

Han Xuan did not leave.

He stood at the entrance of the church, his hands tucked into the sleeves of his robe, tilting his head to scrutinize the three vampires.

"What are you doing?"

He asked, his tone as casual as if he were asking for directions.

The three vampires exchanged a glance.

The female vampire on the left stood up; her movements were elegant and slow.

She was half a head taller than Han Xuan, looking down at him with a hint of impatience in her dark red pupils.

"Human, I'll say it again—get out of here. We don't kill innocent people, but if you get in our way..."

She stretched out her right hand, her five fingers spread out, and her nails instantly grew long, turning into jet-black claws.

"We don't mind making an exception."

Han Xuan looked at her sharp claws, then at the bloodstains at the corner of her mouth, and frowned slightly.

"You killed someone?"

"We only kill those who deserve to die."

The female vampire retracted her claws, her tone arrogant, "There are too many sinful people in the dark corners of this city—criminals, villains, scum. We act on behalf of heaven to purify this world. This is our mission."

"Acting on behalf of Heaven?"

Han Xuan laughed, but his smile was devoid of warmth. "Since when did it become your place to replace the heavens?"

The female vampire's expression changed.

The male vampire in the middle also stood up, his movements more composed and his aura more oppressive.

His pupils changed from dark red to deep red, like two burning embers.

"Eastern monks."

His voice remained low, but now carried a hint of gravity. "We do not wish to be your enemy. We are performing an ancient vampire ritual and must remain in this church until sunrise tomorrow. Please leave; we will leave each other alone."

"Keep to yourselves?"

Han Xuan tilted his head. "You kill people, drink blood, and perform cult rituals on my turf, and then you tell me we should keep to ourselves?"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a knife, sharp and cold.

"You've got one thing wrong."

He raised his right hand, and a faint golden light shone in his palm.

"This is my territory. Every inch of land in the Central Plains is my territory. You have killed people on my territory, so you must give me an explanation."

The three vampires simultaneously sensed the power contained within the golden light.

Their bodies leaned back slightly, their fangs unconsciously protruding, and the red in their pupils deepened dramatically.

This is their instinctive reaction, their fighting stance when faced with a threat.

"explain?"

The male vampire repeated the word, clearly not understanding its meaning.

"that is……"

Han Xuan paused, then offered an explanation he could understand: "Explanation. You owe me an explanation. If you don't give it to me, you can't leave."

The male vampire's expression changed.

It wasn't because of Han Xuan's words, but because he sensed Han Xuan's increasingly powerful aura.

The golden light transformed from a faint glow into a bright gold, illuminating the entire church.

The image of the crucified Jesus on the wall came to life in the golden light, and the eyes, drawn with red ink, even shone with a hint of compassion.

"What...what realm are you at?" The male vampire's voice finally trembled slightly.

Han Xuan looked into his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

"What realm are you at, Taoist priest?"

He paused, and purple arcs of electricity began to appear in the golden light of his palm.

"I have no moral boundaries."

Purple arcs of electricity spread from his palm to his entire arm, crackling and popping.

The ozone concentration in the air rose sharply, and the three vampires simultaneously covered their noses.

They are extremely sensitive to this smell because lightning is their nemesis.

"I only have..."

Han Xuan strode forward.

With each step, a golden ripple would spread across the bluestone slab beneath their feet.

The oppressive force of the sixth level of the Golden Light Mantra, at its peak, surged out like a tidal wave, forcing the three vampires to retreat repeatedly.

"Transfer period".

He stopped in the center of the church, less than three steps away from the three vampires.

Golden light and purple lightning intertwined, making him appear as if he were a god descending to earth.

The three vampires were forced to kneel on the ground by this oppressive force, their whole bodies trembling.

"If you don't give Han an explanation, you'll probably be staying here today."

The church was deathly silent.

The three vampires knelt on the ground, their fangs bared and their pupils bloodshot, but they didn't even have the courage to stand up.

That kind of fear that comes from the depths of the soul cannot be overcome by willpower alone.

That was the suppression of natural enemies, the absolute crushing of the bottom by the top of the food chain.

"Who...who are you?"

The female vampire's voice trembled, no longer displaying its previous arrogance and elegance, but rather raw fear.

Han Xuan lowered his head and looked at her.

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

He said the name in a calm tone, as if he were introducing himself.

But to the three vampires, the name was like a thunderclap, exploding in their minds.

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