One divination a day, a trainee celestial master

The assistant, Xiao Liu, sounded like she was about to cry through the earphones, accompanied by the uncontrollable sound of her upper and lower teeth chattering violently.

Wang Chuanfu's smug expression froze instantly.

The power's not plugged in yet? Then what was that white shadow that just floated past my head? And where did that woman's cold laughter come from in this empty villa?!

Wang Chuanfu felt a chill rush from his tailbone to the back of his head. The hot sweat that had been making him feel stuffy from wearing the thick, reinforced fiber Taoist robe instantly turned into bone-chilling cold sweat.

Just as his limbs stiffened and his mind raced, trying to decide whether to continue acting or run away.

Shen Xu, perched on the second-floor railing, looked down at the dumbfounded fake Taoist priest and curled her lip in boredom.

"With such little courage, you dare to come to my house and play tricks?"

With a thought, a dense, chilling, and resentful force rushed down from the second floor.

In the living room, Wang Chuanfu was holding a peach wood sword that was ready to be switched on and made to shoot fire when suddenly a tremendous force pulled at it.

He couldn't hold on to it at all; with a "whoosh," the peach wood sword slipped out of his hand!

Before Wang Chuanfu's eyes, which seemed to have seen a ghost, the peach wood sword spun around in mid-air in an extremely strange way, its tip pointing directly at his face. Then, with a sharp whistling sound, it shot straight towards him like an arrow released from a bow!

"Oh my god!"

Wang Chuanfu was so frightened that he let out a scream and scrambled to the side.

"Swoosh—" The peach wood sword flew past his scalp, even severing his carefully styled wig, and finally, with its remaining force, it plunged hard into the leather sofa behind him, the hilt still trembling slightly.

This scene happened so fast, but it was captured completely and simultaneously broadcast live by those high-definition cameras.

The live stream chat, which had initially been somewhat skeptical, erupted like a volcano after a brief silence!

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! What did I just see?! A flying sword?!]

[My mom asked me why I was kneeling while watching the live stream! This is real sword control technique!]

[Master Wang is awesome!!! This sword is flying through the air on its own; it must be chasing that unseen ghost!]

[The master's dodge was brilliant! It looked clumsy, but it was actually the lost Taoist technique of the lazy donkey rolling, which allowed him to evade the ghost's fatal blow!]

Not only did no one think Wang Chuanfu was being beaten, but they all exclaimed that this was a profound duel of Taoist magic.

In an instant, the popularity of the live stream skyrocketed, with various gift effects such as "sports cars," "rockets," and "carnivals" completely obscuring the screen.

On the second floor, Shen Xu gently hooked her slender, pale fingers in mid-air.

"Clang, clang!"

The ashtray, fruit bowl, and even the decorative vase in the corner of the living room coffee table all seemed to have lost their weight and were floating in mid-air.

Then, as if they had eyes, these things started raining down on Wang Chuanfu, who had just gotten up from the ground.

"Ouch! Help!" Wang Chuanfu clutched his head, running around the living room like a headless fly, his face bruised and swollen from being hit, screaming in agony.

The gifts in the live stream were piling up even more. [OMG! This ghost is terrifying! It can move objects telekinetically!]

[Master Wang, hold on! Your movement and resilience are definitely due to your inner energy protecting you!]

Shen Xu floated down from the second floor. She completely ignored Wang Chuanfu, who was running around the living room, and floated straight to her assistant, Xiao Liu, who was hiding in the shadows in a corner, trembling with fear while clutching the remote control.

As Xiao Liu was praying with his eyes closed, he suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold in front of him.

He opened his eyes shakily.

A pale, bloodless, lifeless face was pressed against his nose, less than ten centimeters away. The woman wore a white dress stained with dark red blood, her feet dangling in the air, her head tilted, gazing at him with a ghostly expression.

"Gah..."

Xiao Liu let out a short gasp, his eyes rolled back, and with a thud, he collapsed unconscious onto the cold floor.

Upon hearing Xiao Liu's scream, Wang Chuanfu instinctively stopped and turned around.

When he saw the white-clad female ghost floating in mid-air, his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

"A ghost...there really is a ghost!"

Wang Chuanfu crawled towards the gate on his hands and feet, his face covered in snot and tears, showing no trace of the awe-inspiring demeanor he had displayed earlier.

Shen Xu frowned, feeling extremely disgusted by the fake Taoist priest who had made such a mess of the room.

She raised her hand and made a loose grasping motion in the air.

As Wang Chuanfu was desperately crawling forward on the ground, he suddenly felt as if a cold, thick, invisible rope was tightly strangling his neck!

"Well……"

Immediately afterwards, a tremendous force struck. Wang Chuanfu's body was lifted up by this resentful force, his feet gradually leaving the ground and dangling in mid-air!

The scene was extremely horrifying. But in the live stream with its high-definition cameras, viewers erupted in even more frenzied cheers.

[Holy crap! He ascended?! The master's physical body soared into the air!]

Wow, look at Master Wang's eyes! His acting skills are way better than any of those young heartthrobs!!

[This is definitely not wire work! There's nowhere in this background to hang wires! This is real magic!]

[The Celestial Master is awesome! (Voice cracks)]

However, as time went on, the sounds in the live stream gradually began to change.

In the video, Wang Chuanfu, suspended in mid-air, has turned from a flushed red to a terrifying purplish-blue. He is clutching his neck with both hands, kicking wildly in mid-air, and his tongue is sticking out uncontrollably.

Although he couldn't make a sound, anyone who wasn't blind could see the despair and pain of being on the verge of death.

Wait a minute... something seems off... why is the master's face turning purple?

This isn't acting! He looks like he really is being hung up! He's suffocating!

[Call the police! Call the police! Someone's been killed!] [This place is really haunted! Everyone, take screenshots and record the screen!]

The live stream chat instantly erupted into chaos, with some people terrified and others frantically clicking the report button.

Less than half a minute later, accompanied by a system violation notification, the live stream, which had just surpassed 100,000 views, was shut down and banned by the platform for allegedly spreading terrifying feudal superstitions and dangerous images.

……

Meanwhile, at the gate outside the villa's courtyard.

Mr. and Mrs. Lin, who had been watching the live stream under the streetlights with their phones in hand, were now feeling icy cold, their backs soaked with cold sweat.

"Old Lin! Something's happened! That Master Wang is going to be strangled to death!" Mrs. Lin cried out in fear, clutching her husband's arm tightly.

"It's over!"

Mr. Lin felt his vision blur. Although the villa in Jinshui Bay had been haunted and had blood flowing backwards before, at least no one had actually died! What if he had paid a charlatan to exorcise the ghost, and that swindler ended up dying a horrible death in his own living room…?

Then this luxury house, which cost more than three million, has completely become a haunted house! Forget about selling it, no one would dare to take it even if it were given away for free. The millions will really be completely wasted!

"No! We can't let him die in there!"

As a seasoned business tycoon who had been navigating the treacherous waters of the market for many years, Mr. Lin unleashed a ruthless determination born of extreme fear.

He glanced around, grabbed a large, brick-sized ornamental pebble from a nearby flowerbed, gritted his teeth, and yelled at his wife, "Go! Come with me and rush in, pull him out!"

The couple steeled themselves, mustered their courage, and rushed into the villa's half-closed door, their faces pale.

As soon as I stepped into the living room, a suffocating chill and thick smoke hit me.

Boss Lin immediately spotted his assistant, Xiao Liu, who had fainted on the ground, and Wang Chuanfu, who was in mid-air, barely breathing and whose leg movements were getting weaker and weaker.

And from the staircase on the second floor, a chilling, cold laugh from a girl could still be clearly heard:

"Heh...hehe..."

The Lin couple were terrified, their scalps tingling and their legs feeling as heavy as lead. Faced with that invisible and intangible terrifying aura, the pebbles in their hands seemed like a joke; they had no idea where to throw them.

Just when Mr. Lin was in despair, thinking that his multi-million dollar property was going to go down the drain and that he might even die here,

A sudden inspiration!

Suddenly, like a flash of lightning, the words spoken by the young and handsome abbot of Shouyi Temple on Cuiwei Mountain when he handed him the talisman flashed through his mind.

"Keep this talisman close to your body... In case of emergency, light this talisman to temporarily ward off evil spirits..."

"The talisman! That talisman!"