Old Refining Spirit

"Hiss—!"

A dozen or so servants rushed towards Li Xuangeng. Their speed was like that of black lightning!

"Taoist Master, be careful!" Xiaoman exclaimed, clutching the golden talisman tightly in her hand.

"In Qimen Fengshui, the most taboo thing is the 'piercing hall evil'."

Facing the swarm of spiders rushing towards him, Li Xuangeng's voice remained gentle and rhythmic.

"Your house has a front door that leads directly to the backyard without any obstruction, which is a layout that leads to financial loss and disaster. Add to that you filthy bugs hiding in dark corners... the feng shui of this house is absolutely terrible."

Li Xuangeng didn't even lift a finger. He simply took a deep breath and then exhaled sharply forward!

"Taoist sect, Samadhi True Fire, burn the heavens!"

"boom--!!!"

A terrifying pillar of pure golden fire erupted from Li Xuangeng's fingertips! The flames swelled with the wind, instantly transforming into a vast golden sea of ​​fire that completely engulfed the entire front yard!

"Squeak ahh ...

The dozen or so servants who rushed over immediately covered their heads and fled the moment they saw the Samadhi True Fire!

The sea of ​​fire, like a raging golden dragon, swept along the bluestone slabs on the ground, burning the artificial mountains made of human bones, the pool water contaminated by resentful blood, and even the semi-transparent spider web that covered the mansion in mid-air to a crisp!

No smoke, only the purest purification!

In just three breaths, the once eerie and terrifying front yard was completely burned to the ground. The air was filled with a fresh, scorched smell, a result of the intense heat.

"You... what kind of monster are you?!"

The butler was completely terrified by the sight before him. He lay prone on the steps of the main hall, his eyes fixed on Li Xuangeng, filled with undisguised fear.

He could sense just how powerful the flames unleashed by the man before him were!

"monster?"

Li Xuangeng walked up to the butler, his steps still slightly warm on the cobblestones. He looked down at the butler, who was trembling with fear, a cold and sickly smile on his lips.

"I am merely a cook who is particular about hygiene. If there are cockroaches or spiders in the kitchen, of course they must be cleaned up immediately, so as not to spoil my mood for making soup."

"Our master...will not let you get away with this!"

"Noisy."

Li Xuangeng raised his right foot, and with the immense force of the Creation True Qi, he stomped down cleanly!

"Pfft!"

It was as if he had stepped on and crushed a giant tomato. The butler immediately dragged his injured leg back.

"Xiaoman, come in. It's clean now."

Xiaoman swallowed hard and carefully led her horse into the courtyard. Looking around at the courtyard, now completely burned clean and devoid of any lingering yin energy, she couldn't help but ask, "Daoist Master, are we really going to stay here? What if the imperial court comes knocking…?"

"They won't be coming for the time being."

Li Xuangeng walked to the plaque in the main hall. He leaped up, his slender fingers grabbing the huge golden nanmu plaque that read "Zhang Mansion," and suddenly released his inner energy!

"Snap!"

He crushed the original mansion plaque into a shower of wood chips!

Then, Li Xuangeng, with his fingers like swords, used them as a brush and directly carved three large characters above the main hall's gate, their strokes flowing like dragons and phoenixes, imbued with boundless Taoist energy:

View of Creation

The characters were so deeply engraved that each stroke emitted a faint golden light, instantly dispelling the evil aura within a hundred meters.

"From this day forward, this place will no longer be the residence of a court official, but my 'alchemy room' in the capital."

Li Xuangeng stood with his hands behind his back on the steps, facing the most bustling Vermilion Bird Street in the capital. Under the [Human Emperor's Aura Observation Technique], he could sense that his fire had alerted countless terrifying eyes lurking in the shadows within the imperial city.

A series of dark, scarlet, and foul-smelling gazes.

"The world is bustling with activity, all for profit. Most of the civil and military officials in this capital are cunning fat pigs and old foxes."

Li Xuangeng stuck out his tongue and gently licked his slightly dry lips. Beneath the white silk, his expression was one of unprecedented joy and fervor.

"Xiaoman, go boil a pot of water."

"Master, would you like some tea?"

"It's time to take a break and have some tea!" Li Xuangeng smiled slightly.

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Today's view of creation is surprisingly calm.

After the one-sided massacre that shocked the court and the public, Li Xuangeng did not press his advantage and storm the palace, nor did he close the temple to visitors. Instead, he had Xiaoman saw down the high threshold of the former Minister's residence, leaving the gate wide open, and set up a large iron pot in the courtyard to simmer a rich medicinal soup.

The early spring sun lazily spilled into the courtyard. Li Xuangeng, dressed in a loose-fitting coarse cloth Taoist robe and with his eyes covered by white silk, lay on a bamboo rocking chair, blindfolded and reading a copy of the Tao Te Ching.

"Master..." Xiaoman fanned the stove fire with a large palm-leaf fan while wiping the sweat from her brow, her big eyes full of confusion. "Yesterday you killed such a high-ranking official, I thought we were going to storm the palace today to get rid of that biggest old monster. Why... are we suddenly brewing medicine for colds?"

Upon hearing this, Li Xuangeng put down the ancient book in his hand, a gentle smile appearing on his lips.

"Xiaoman, do you know how to treat a malignant tumor growing on the heart meridian?"

Xiaoman scratched her head: "Cut it off with a knife?"

"If you cut it off with one stroke, the tumor will be gone, but the heart meridian will be severed, and the person will die on the spot." Li Xuangeng gently shook the folding fan in his hand, his voice calm and profound. "This Great Yuan Dynasty is like a patient who is terminally ill. The civil and military officials and the emperor on the dragon throne are the huge tumors that are attached to the heart meridians of the people of the Nine Provinces."

Li Xuangeng stood up and walked to the center of the courtyard. His white silk ribbon "looked" at the common people outside the door who were peeking out from the street corner, their eyes filled with fear and curiosity.

"If I were to act rashly and cleave this imperial city in two with a single sword stroke, the world would immediately crumble. The demons and warlords still lingering in the land would seize the opportunity to rise up in rebellion. At that time, countless lives would be lost, and nine out of ten houses would be empty. Who would protect these millions of people?"

Li Xuangeng turned his head, his voice revealing a compassionate Daoist ambition: "Therefore, before we remove this malignant tumor, I must first find a 'heart-protecting soup' to safeguard the heart of this world. I want to find a few truly clean seeds in this quagmire of the capital to take over this human realm for me."

Xiaoman nodded as if she understood, feeling that although the Taoist priest in front of her was more terrifying than the monsters themselves when he killed them, his heart was more compassionate than anyone else's.

"Go, hang another piece of cloth next to the wooden plaque that reads 'Creation Temple' at the entrance," Li Xuangeng instructed.

"What are you writing?"

"Write: Poor people can see a doctor for free; high-ranking officials can pay with their lives for a consultation."

As soon as the cloth was hung up, the commoners' district of the capital city was in an uproar.

At first, the common people thought that the Temple of Creation was just a stronghold of sorcerers who had offended the imperial court, and no one dared to go near it. But after a few beggars who were really poor and about to die went in with a try-it-out mentality, drank a bowl of medicinal soup and miraculously recovered, the threshold of the Temple of Creation was almost worn down by the common people.

When Li Xuangeng treated patients, he never took their pulse or asked them any questions.