Uncle Nine: Scattering beans to create soldiers? I'm using plants and trees to create soldiers.

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan turned around, looked at Zhang Yan, and gave him a clean smile.

"Senior Brother Zhang Yan, it's been a long time!"

Zhang Yan was stunned for a moment, then nodded subconsciously, "Hmm... it's been a long time, Fellow Daoist Lin."

Immediately afterwards, Lin Xuan flipped his wrist and handed over the triangular gold brick in his palm, "Senior brother, here's your magic weapon."

"Oh, thank you for saving me, young Daoist Lin!" Zhang Yan said, accepting the still-warm gold brick with both hands.

But holding the heavy gold brick, a deep sense of doubt suddenly arose in Zhang Yan's heart!

What happened?

He remembered clearly that when he last met Lin Xuan, the other party seemed to be only at the late stage of Taoist cultivation!

But now, this kid is actually able to catch the life-bound magic weapon that a late-stage mage ghost threw back with all its might with just one bare hand?

Moreover, the gold brick flew back so fast that even he, a mid-stage mage, couldn't react in time!

How exactly did Lin Xuan do that?!

Could it be that this kid's cultivation level has already reached the late stage of the Mage realm in just over a month?!

How the hell is this possible?!

However, just as Lin Xuan and Zhang Yan were catching up, the white-clad evil spirit opposite them became extremely agitated!

He, a powerful and ferocious demon at the late stage of the Dharma Master realm, was actually ignored to his face by two stinking Taoist priests?!

The white-clad demon's dead fish eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and a piercing roar erupted from its throat.

"Where did this reckless brat come from?!"

"How dare you ignore me! I'll kill you!"

Before the roar had even faded, the white-clad demon stomped its feet on the ground, unleashing a cloud of dark ghostly energy as it lunged at Lin Xuan from behind!

Five dark blue ghost claws swelled in the wind, their surfaces crackling with ghastly green lightning, moving at an extreme speed!

Upon seeing the white-clad demon launch a sneak attack, Zhang Yan's expression immediately changed drastically, filled with utter horror!

He moved abruptly, about to rush forward and push Lin Xuan away without regard for anything, only managing to utter half a sentence with heart-wrenching cries.

"Watch out, Lin..."

Before Zhang Yan could finish speaking, Lin Xuan spun around and turned around.

Then, he calmly swung his right fist straight out to meet the ghost claw!

Seeing that Lin Xuan dared to take his Yin Thunder Ghost Claw head-on with his bare fists, the white-robed evil spirit's expression became even more ferocious and twisted. "You're courting death!"

Lin Xuan looked at the mangled face so close to his own and said indifferently, "You think you're worthy of using lightning? Turn me to ashes!"

The next second, blinding azure lightning suddenly surged from Lin Xuan's arm meridians, instantly covering his entire fist!

"What?!"

The white-clad demon's pupils suddenly contracted!

boom!

The instant fists and claws clashed, the supremely powerful and yang thunder from the heavens climbed up the white-robed demon's arm!

A heart-wrenching, excruciating pain instantly spread throughout the ghost's body. The white-clad evil spirit had no power to resist and could only let out a desperate, shrill scream.

"Ah! This can't be!!"

With a muffled bang, the ferocious white-clad demon was instantly blasted into a thick cloud of black smoke by the violent lightning!

Lin Xuan calmly withdrew his fist, casually fanned his nose, and the black smoke dissipated completely in the night wind.

Zhang Yan: !!!

Standing there, Zhang Yan stared at the scene with his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, completely dumbfounded!

A genuine late-stage mage-level vengeful ghost was actually obliterated by Lin Xuan with a single, seemingly effortless punch?!

Not even a trace of residue remained!

Just how terrifying is this young Daoist Lin's true cultivation level?!

After doing all this, Lin Xuan patted his sleeves and turned around again.

Zhang Yan's Adam's apple bobbed violently as he swallowed hard, stammering, "Little... Fellow Daoist Lin? What realm are you at now?"

A glint of light flashed almost imperceptibly in Lin Xuan's eyes, but he smiled without batting an eye and said, "I broke through by sheer luck and am now a mid-stage mage."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yan was completely stunned, and his voice cracked!

"A mage... a mid-stage mage?!"

"Wait a minute, when we last met, I remember you were only a late-stage Taoist priest, right?!"

"It's only been a little over a month, and you've already advanced three minor realms? That's an incredible speed of progress!"

"And... and you just mastered thunder magic! It wasn't even done with the help of talismans or external objects, but pure, authentic thunder magic drawn from the Dao Qi within your body!"

"Fellow Daoist Lin, how did you manage to do that?!" Zhang Yan exclaimed in shock, gesturing with his hands.

Lin Xuan smiled slightly and recited the explanation he had prepared in advance, "I had some good fortune recently, and my master also gave me a lot of help during that time, teaching me everything he knew, which is why I have made some slight progress."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yan's lips twitched violently twice, and he nodded stiffly.

"So that's how it is..."

"Fellow Daoist Lin, your strength is simply too monstrous! You're only a mid-stage mage, yet you can instantly kill a ferocious ghost who's a late-stage mage with a single punch!"

"That evil spirit just now could easily shatter my Pure Yang Fire Crow. Your cultivation is truly unfathomable!"

"It's just because lightning magic is effective against ghosts," Lin Xuan waved his hand dismissively and said modestly, "Senior Brother Zhang Yan is too kind."

Hearing this explanation, Zhang Yan reluctantly agreed with Lin Xuan's words.

After all, among all the myriad techniques of the Xuanmen, thunder magic has always been the most powerful and the nemesis of all demons and monsters in the world. It is not too surprising that Lin Xuan was able to defeat the strong with the weak by relying on thunder magic.

However, looking at the empty ground, Zhang Yan couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Even if the thunder magic is powerful, that white-robed ghost on the other side was an anomaly who had mastered the strange Yin thunder!

Even if an ordinary mage has mastered lightning magic in the mid-stage, can they really be so devastating as to blast their opponent into ashes with a single punch?

Just as Zhang Yan was lost in thought, Lin Xuan's heart stirred slightly, and he began to make plans in secret.

That white-clad evil spirit was clearly the mastermind behind the scenes in the movie "The Dead and the Deadly"!

The person was just an ordinary villain in life, but after death, he became a ghost and was able to control such domineering Yin Thunder power out of thin air. This must be related to the special feng shui of the place where he was buried!

Just like Su Qingqing and the others back then, their remains have long been cleansed by the earth's veins and soil energy, and have long since undergone mutations!

If we could dig out this skeleton containing yin lightning and bring it back to the mortuary to perform a ritual using the "Huang Ting Jing" to cleanse it of its resentment, it might just be useful in enlightening that piece of lightning-struck jujube wood!

Upon thinking of this, a fiery glint flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes.

Just as Lin Xuan was pondering how to find an excuse to dig up the bones, the curtain behind the stage was suddenly ripped open!

Young martial arts actor Abiao ran out from backstage, covered in sweat, struggling to carry a golden statue of Emperor Huaguang in his arms, and tightly clutching an ancient opera mask in his hand!

"Master! Taoist priest! I've brought out the statue of our patriarch and the consecrated spirit official mask!" Ah Biao shouted as he rushed to the front of the stage, panting.

Hearing the noise, Lin Xuan subconsciously turned his head to look.

When his gaze fell on the consecrated spirit official mask in A Biao's hand, which was shimmering with a faint spiritual light, his expression changed slightly!

This is good stuff!