Go and capture those thirty-six fierce villains.

This is another technique that Qin Ning mastered besides drawing talismans after advancing to the eighth rank of Self-Refining.

By using primordial energy as a guide, numerous hexagrams can be drawn, drawing upon the great power of the world, resulting in countless wondrous applications.

However, he had only recently advanced to the eighth rank, and his body had not accumulated much innate energy. In addition, it was his first time using it, so he was somewhat strained.

"Phew~ It looks pretty good, but I wonder if this cave leads to where that little monster is." Qin Ning muttered to himself, with pale golden lightning arcs swirling around his right arm.

"Qin Li, you stay upstairs and keep watch. If anyone comes in, beat them up!"

After saying that, he leaped into the dark crevice.

With the light of lightning illuminating the scene, Qin Ning noticed the unusual features in the cave.

For the first three breaths, the surrounding scenery was still soil mixed with gravel, clearly having been compressed.

It was clearly affected by the Gen Earth trigram he had just mentioned that caused the crack to open.

Five breaths later, the scenery on both sides turned into rock, with obvious signs of age and damage.

Boom!

With his feet on the ground, Qin Ning bent down slightly to dissipate the impact. Using the lightning as a guide, he looked around and discovered that he was in a small stone chamber. He looked up at the ceiling.

The light source shining in from the hole where you fell was faintly visible.

The top of the stone chamber was only about three zhang high, and the place where he fell in just happened to have a large opening.

Without this opening, given the thickness of the rock layers he saw during his descent, it would have taken him a great deal of effort to get here.

"This is... a statue of a spirit official?!"

The small stone chamber was completely clear at a glance. Qin Ning turned around and saw the low altar three feet to his left, and on the altar was a spirit official statue whose colors were rapidly peeling off.

He frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

The little monsters in the thirty-six white pages did not resemble anything before us.

Qin Ning secretly increased his vigilance, protecting his chest with his right arm, and was about to step forward to check.

As a result, the statue suddenly began to shake violently, and in the blink of an eye, most of the statue, just like the colors that had been rapidly peeling off, turned into dust and piled up on the low offering table.

In the middle of a small, mound-like pile of dust, a single, withered leg, like a thousand-year-old vine, stood quietly inserted.

"Is it this?"

If he couldn't recognize it before, after the changes, Qin Ning instantly recognized the ferocious creature in front of him.

The last few pages of the 【Great Evil Record】 contain information about the five strange evil spirits, which are described without any introduction or method of subduing them.

Without hesitation, Qin Ning unleashed a burst of lightning in his palm, raised his hand, and sent out arcs of lightning that surged and intertwined as they crashed toward the altar.

boom--!

A pale golden lightning bolt struck the upper part of the one-legged creature, sending it flying backward. It first crashed into the stone chamber wall, then bounced back and fell to the ground.

After rolling around a few times, it stopped right at Qin Ning's feet, motionless, like a dead thing.

Qin Ning: "...?"

With the addition of the "Bad Luck Hairpin," this is already the second minor evil spirit he has encountered that has not shown any reaction.

He now has some doubts. Perhaps the blank pages added later to the Daoist Master's [Great Inauspicious Record] took too long to compile, causing some of the lesser inauspicious items to lose their original effects.

After casting two more lightning spells to confirm that the one-legged creature was indeed no threat, Qin Ning bent down and picked it up from the ground.

"No reaction whatsoever, yet it withstood three lightning spells unscathed... So what should I do now to subdue you?"

He gripped the object and exerted his strength in his palm, but he felt as if he were holding a hundred-times-refined Vajra. His strength, comparable to that of a seventh-rank martial artist, could not budge it in the slightest. This one-legged thing looked like it could be broken with a single twist.

Qin Ning picked up the thing and tapped it on the ground.

dong dong dong.

The sound was dull, and tiny cracks appeared in the rock strata on the ground.

"You are quite tough, but I can't use you as a weapon."

He muttered to himself as he summoned the [Great Evil Talisman] and brought the black and white booklet close to the one-legged creature, but neither of them showed any particular reaction.

"Damn it..." Qin Ning cursed inwardly, squinted and precisely inserted it back into the low altar, then mobilized his innate energy to gather at his fingertips and began to draw.

"The fire departs, and five flames scorch the sea!"

The temperature inside the stone chamber suddenly rose, and a fiery python coiled around and wrapped itself around the one-legged offering table.

Sizzle~

A touch of dark blue emerged from the orange-red flames, and the offering table and the dust on it, after being baptized by this high temperature, instantly turned into ashes.

However, the one leg, which fell into the ashes, remained exactly as it was.

A moment later, the fiery python dissipated.

Qin Ning smacked his lips, flicked his finger and sent a wisp of plague energy into the one-legged creature.

You don't eat thunder, fire, or poison... So how am I supposed to subdue you?

High-temperature stewing?!

...That seems a bit perverted.

Qin Ning imbued his palm with a layer of energy, lifted his still-hot leg, and after confirming that there was nothing left in the stone chamber, he leaped back to the ground.

Inside the room, a Qinli (a type of fox) that was watching the doorway heard the noise, its ears twitched, and it immediately turned its head to look at the cave entrance.

"Qin Ning, are you alright?"

"without."

"What's that in your hand? It looks like dried radish." Curiosity flashed in the little black cat's yellow and blue eyes.

"..."

Qin Ning looked down.

To be honest, after Qin Li mentioned it, this thing really does look like a super-sized dried radish.

"This is a little ferocious, but it seems a bit dead..."

As Qin Ning spoke, he searched the room briefly, then pulled down the pink bed curtains from the bed, wrapped them up in layers, and put them into the ink sac he had previously seized.

This thing was too disgusting, and besides, it was a small, fierce creature, so he wasn't comfortable letting the little black cat swallow it.

"The character '坤' means 'to move mountains'."

As a hexagram was drawn, the dark cave on the ground closed up, leaving only broken floor tiles and cracked walls around it.

"Hmm, this house is probably uninhabitable now. In that case..." Qin Ning beckoned to the little black cat, "Do you have any twigs in your belly?"

After a while.

Qin Ning walked out of the room, put her black bamboo hat back on, and from the windows of the tiled house behind her, a dense black light could be faintly seen squeezing out from the cracks.

On the only way to the front yard.

Qin Ning saw the old museum owner, who was on high alert, and his four family members in front of him, who looked serene.

The other person was dressed in plain white clothes, with disheveled hair and a solemn expression.

If you put it on the street, I'm afraid everyone who sees it will have to leave two coins before they leave.

"Sir, have you finished your business?"

"Um."

Qin Ning nodded calmly.

"Then how else can this old man be of service to you, sir?"

"It's best not to tell anyone about what happened today. Also, remember to put out the fire later."

"what?"

"I've set your house on fire."

"what!"

The old curator subconsciously looked up and gazed in the direction behind Qin Ning, and found that there was indeed a faint black and gray smoke rising in the sky.

He leaped forward, covering two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters), then turned back, carrying his wife and daughters on his shoulders and in his hands, before rushing towards the burning house once more.

"That's so family-oriented..." Qin Ning patted the little black cat that popped its head out.

They walked out of the Tiger Roar Martial Arts School.

The young princess still has a broken luck hairpin, and now he needs to find a way to get some materials for drawing talismans.