Dongting Immortal Clan

"Moo!"

Immediately, a black aura even denser than that on the child's body shot out from Wang Laizi's seven orifices, accompanied by a sound like a cow mooing.

The black mist plunged into Zhou Shenpo's mouth.

"Heh...heh..."

The witch doctor Zhou made inhuman noises coming from her throat.

His originally hunched back straightened up a bit, and he moved nimbly, leaping off the wooden bed and landing barefoot on the ground. He no longer looked like a frail old man.

In Chen Changhe's spiritual consciousness, the Zhou witch in front of him had long since changed her appearance.

She was enveloped in a chilling, dark aura.

The black mist was incredibly viscous, wriggling like sludge, and emitting a foul, rotten stench.

This aura...

Chen Changhe's pupils constricted, and a chilling coldness rose from the depths of his heart, as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart.

It's it!

That's the same monstrous aura that nearly wiped out his entire family back on the lake!

Although it was countless times weaker, he would never forget that chilling aura and its greedy malice toward the flesh and blood of living beings!

"So that's the reason..."

In a flash, countless fine lines seemed to connect in Chen Changhe's mind.

"No wonder Wang Laizi was able to escape alive back then. I'm afraid that at that time, the demon in the lake had already separated a wisp of its soul and attached itself to him."

"The old hag knows how to exorcise ghosts and perform evil deeds; she must be connected to this demon!"

Chen Changhe gripped the measuring ruler tightly, and the interplay of spiritual light reflected off his face, making him appear extremely fierce.

New and old grudges, let's settle them all tonight!

……

Enveloped in black mist, the black light in Zhou Shenpo's eyes deepened, and her pupils became vertical.

Seeing those pupils, Chen Changhe became even more certain that what was on her now was the monster from the lake back then.

"Hmm..."

With a low growl, Zhou the fortune teller stomped her feet hard, creating two craters in the ground!

She moved with lightning speed, showing no signs of old age, and pounced on Chen Changhe with the ferocity of a crocodile pouncing on its prey and a tiger fighting for its life.

Instead of retreating, Chen Changhe advanced, holding the measuring ruler horizontally across his chest and frantically pouring his magical power into it. A burst of golden light emerged from his palm and adhered to the measuring ruler.

This was one of his few killing techniques, the "Golden Light Technique".

After enveloping herself in a golden light membrane, Zhou the witch rushed forward.

"Bang!!"

When Granny Zhou slapped down, it was like an iron hammer hitting a cowhide drum, producing a dull, loud sound.

Cracks appeared visibly on the golden membrane on Chen Changhe's body surface, but it did not dissipate.

The force was immense, and Chen Changhe groaned, staggering back three steps before the impact dissipated, his chest heaving with a surge of blood and qi.

"What brute strength!"

Chen Changhe's eyes narrowed, but he never expected that the demon would be able to display such monstrous strength after possessing him!

Seeing that Granny Zhou was pouncing on him again, he used his "Light Body Technique" and his body swayed like a willow catkin, constantly dodging and weaving. At the same time, he swung the measuring ruler at Granny Zhou's waist and abdomen.

Zhou the fortune teller's body seemed boneless, folding like a snake or python, barely dodging the attack.

The sharp golden light left a shallow cut on her emaciated abdomen, from which thick, reddish-black blood slowly seeped out.

"Hehehe..."

A strange laugh, neither male nor female, filled with malice and mockery, resounded directly in Chen Changhe's spiritual consciousness.

At the same time, the thick black aura on Zhou Shenpo's body seemed to come alive, surging towards him without any sign of life.

"receive!"

Chen Changhe's mind raced, and he shouted sharply.

The dozen or so "Cold Iron Feathers" nailed around the perimeter moved in response, their cold light converging inward, transforming into shackles invisible to the naked eye, binding Zhou Shenpo layer by layer!

"Sizzle sizzle—"

The black energy eroded the spiritual light, emitting a hissing sound.

The demon seemed somewhat surprised; the strange laughter in its spiritual sense subsided slightly, turning into a hint of astonishment and doubt.

"You've certainly gained some skill..."

Chen Changhe did not respond.

This demon's cultivation level must be above his own. In a contest of cultivation, he would certainly have no advantage and could only use his movement techniques to entangle with it.

"This demonic possession won't last long. I'm agile and have magical artifacts and spells to aid me. I just need to wear it down, and I'll win!"

Over the years, he has diligently practiced martial arts with Old Zhang. Although he lacks magical power, he excels in flexibility and adaptability.

This small, dark room is just the right place for it.

The sorceress was possessed by a demon, which greatly increased her strength and speed, but her body had an inexplicable stiffness, like a puppet on strings. Apart from that first touch, she never touched Chen Changhe again.

On the contrary, during the fight, Chen Changhe used a measuring ruler to cut his knee, and his magic power invaded and crushed his bones.

……

"Moo—!"

In an instant, a shrill shriek came from inside the room, and the fierce light in Zhou Shenpo's vertical pupils intensified.

"You ants... how dare you hurt me!!"

The voice was filled with overwhelming rage, and the black energy broke through the blockade of the cold iron caltrop, transforming into two enormous ghostly claws that grabbed at Chen Changhe from the left and right.

"We can't take it head-on."

Chen Changhe made a decisive move, unleashing his magical power as he slammed into the sealed wooden window beside him!

"Splash—!"

Amidst the flying sawdust, he had already leaped outside.

He rolled on the ground to dissipate the impact, and then, with a few quick taps on his toes, he nimbly climbed onto the low tiled eaves of the old temple, just like a monkey.

"Brother Changhe!"

Chen Yupeng, who had been anxiously watching the commotion inside the temple, heard a loud crash as the window shattered and immediately rushed out from his hiding place.

In his hand, he also held an iron bow.

A glint flashed in Chen Changhe's eyes. He leaped down from the eaves and landed steadily beside Chen Yupeng, snatching the hunting bow and three iron arrows from him.

Nock the arrow, draw the bow, and shoot.

The movements were executed in one smooth motion!

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Three iron arrows were fired simultaneously, disappearing into the air with a whooshing sound.

The monster seemed to have no idea that Chen Changhe had helpers outside the temple. Unable to dodge in time, it was immediately hit by an arrow.

One of the arrows pierced deep into its shoulder blade, and the immense impact caused it to stagger backward and crash heavily against the temple wall.

Without pausing, Chen Changhe took a deep breath and poured all his remaining magical power into the iron bow, imbuing the arrows with golden light.

This arrow carried the power to break through magic.

When he drew the bowstring to its fullest extent, Chen Changhe's eyes widened in fury, filled only with murderous intent.

"jump--!"

The bowstring snapped, the sound like thunder.

The arrow, wreathed in golden light, was like a golden lightning bolt, exceptionally bright under the night sky, and instantly pierced into the head of Zhou the witch.

next moment.

The golden light exploded on Zhou Shenpo's head, leaving only a headless corpse lying limply at the foot of the wall.

The damp, black aura, having lost its attachment, drifted away from the neck like a rootless duckweed, vanished by the remaining golden light, and turned to ashes.

Meanwhile, Zhou Shenpo's body was visibly shriveling up.

Soon, the bones shattered and turned to dust, and in a few breaths, the living person was transformed into a purplish-black dried corpse.

Only a dull, lusterless string of ebony prayer beads fell from her arm.

……

"Cough...cough cough!"

Chen Changhe could no longer hold on. He knelt on one knee, propped himself up with his bow, and coughed violently, a strong, metallic taste rising in his throat.

That last arrow, which he had just used with all his might, had almost drained his remaining magical power, and his internal organs were now burning and stabbing with pain.

He suppressed his discomfort, glanced at the mummified corpse, and the tension in his heart finally eased a little.

He casually tossed the cracked iron bow back to the still-shaken Chen Yupeng, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Go and call the eldest brother over!"

"Go quickly!"

Chen Yupeng was startled, nodded quickly, and turned to run wildly towards Baiyukou.

After he walked away, Chen Changhe struggled to get up and walked to the dried corpse.

He first carefully touched the ebony prayer beads with his toes to make sure there was no danger before bending down to pick them up.

The prayer beads were cold to the touch, with a faint trace of chilling aura, but the aura of the child was more prominent.

With a slight thought, he tried to touch the prayer beads with his spiritual sense.

The surrounding light seemed to dim for a moment, and the small, thin child's figure silently appeared beside him.

The child glanced at the mummy's dried corpse on the ground, then looked up at Chen Changhe, and tears slowly welled up in his dark eyes once again.

Its small body trembled slightly, emitting silent sobs.

Chen Changhe had no time to deal with its complicated emotions at the moment, and asked in a deep voice:

"Is that old hag hiding anything else?"

"Especially things related to cultivation, or that demon?"