Chapter 566: Chapter 558: Your Bird is a Bit Small
Curfew means little to a Daoist with Daoist Cultivation. Master Taicheng using an Eye-Blocking Technique, followed the Ghost General into the city. Though it didn’t stir up any agitation, his rage was burning ever more fiercely.
Lately, because of the mess that Taiyang’s pestilence had provoked, he found no outlet for his pent-up anger. Now, a Wild Ghost popping out of nowhere had the audacity to humiliate him, it was utterly unbearable.
Just ahead was the Changchuan Marquis Mansion, Master Taicheng transformed his copper coin sword into a feathered arrow, shooting it with full force at the Ghost General.
Hit by the sword, the Ghost General let out a piercing scream, plummeting from mid-air before being swept into a courtyard by an invisible force.
Where is the Ghost Messenger? Take me to the Underworld to be reincarnated and punished. The mortal world is too frightening, I no longer cling to it.
Qin Liuxi hid atop a tree, collecting the soul of the Ghost General, as his yellow chrysanthemum patterned red underpants fell onto a tree branch and the copper coin sword landed on the ground with a clang.
Master Taicheng quickly arrived, snatched up the red underpants, and dropped them onto the ground. He then picked up his copper coin sword and looked around.
Where’s that damned Ghost Thief?
Come out and face your death.
On closer inspection, he felt something was amiss. There was a significant presence of yin energy.
Master Taicheng’s expression turned solemn, his lips murmuring as he cast the Heavenly Eye Opening Technique. With eyes closing and then opening, everything before him came into view, his face instantly darkened.
Someone had set up a Yin Gathering Formation here, causing all the yin energy in the vicinity to converge towards this spot, to the extent that the cold penetrated to the bone and the yin energy was dense.
No, it’s not just yin energy; there’s also the smell of blood, the two intertwining to form an evil spirit.
And right where the scent of blood was thickest, Master Taicheng slightly turned, walking to a rockery, his brow furrowed.
The scent of blood was strong here—a sign that someone had died. But why was there not a single ghost, not even the shadow of that damned thief ghost—where had he gone?
Something was off.
Master Taicheng’s face grew extremely unpleasant.
The dense yin energy clearly indicated the presence of ghosts, yet not a single ghost was visible. Why was that? Was someone controlling ghosts from behind the scenes? Who was it?
Who would oppose him, and of all things to steal, why steal his underpants while he’s bathing?
A gust of wind blew by.
Master Taicheng felt a chilling draft below, glancing down, he quickly squeezed his legs together, sneaking peeks left and right feeling guilty.
Fortunately, no one was around.
Qin Liuxi brushed away Feng Xiu’s hand, "Try to cover my eyes again?"
Feng Xiu gritted his teeth, "What’s there to see in an old fart like you? If there’s anyone worth looking at, it’s the world’s number one handsome man—like me."
Qin Liuxi scanned him from head to toe, her gaze resting on his lower body, remarking, "When did you pick up the perverted habit of flashing? That’s an illness, it needs treatment! Otherwise, people will say you’re a deviant!"
Feng Xiu: I’m gonna fight you to the death!
"Who’s there?" Master Taicheng sense some movement, his action of pulling on his underpants halting abruptly, hand gripping the copper coin sword while scanning his surroundings warily.
Just as he was walking towards the tree, a sharply slicing sound came from behind, he swiftly dodged to the side, just to see an old Daoist wearing a grey robe and a hat, with a lecherous face.
The other surveyed Master Taicheng in return, his sight falling on his bare legs. His small eyes seemed to flash with mischief, his lips curving up even more lecherously.
Master Taicheng had a very bad feeling, his rear tensing.
"Who are you, a Daoist from where, who dares to set up a Yin Gathering Array here and engage in such filthy and sneaky deeds?" Master Tai Cheng, clutching his own red underpants, suspected that the Ghost Thief who came to steal the pants was sent by this old, beardless Daoist.
There was no other reason; the expression on the other’s face was simply too lewd.
Could it be some unruly Loose Dao that has taken an inappropriate interest in him, lured him here, with the intention of indecent acts?
What an unspeakable humiliation!
Master Tai Cheng’s own wild imagination somehow managed to make the illogical act of stealing underpants seem logical.
Just one word: Outrageous!
"Old Daoist would like to ask Master Tai Cheng, why are you sleepwalking here in the middle of the night, bare-bottomed, if not for some untoward purpose?" The old Daoist squinted his eyes and glanced at the legs under his Daoist robe.
"You recognize me!" Master Tai Cheng, brandishing his sword in anger, confirmed his suspicion - this Daoist had come for him, otherwise, how could he have known his identity?
Daoist Xu Gong eyed the copper coin sword in his hand, flashing with runes, a trace of envy in his look. These Righteous Taoists, with famous sects supporting them, all have good treasures. Unlike these Loose Daoists who have to succeed on their own.
Fortunately, the Ghost Drum he had been refining was almost complete. Once it sounded, resentful energy would scatter, ghosts would wail, and anyone who heard it would bleed from the seven orifices and die, their Divine Souls devastated.
He was in a critical moment just now, but sensed a disturbance in the Array he had laid out as if some threat had arrived, forcing him to stop refining and come out to investigate.
And what he found was an unrestrained Master Tai Cheng.
He had long heard that this Master had further advanced his cultivation, and although envious, he dared not provoke him for fear of retribution, which could trap him in a deep pit from which he couldn’t emerge.
Yet, while he avoided Master Tai Cheng, Master Tai Cheng barged in.
Could it be that his refining of the Evil Drum had been discovered by this man, who came specifically to eradicate him?
Humph, these Righteous Taoists, always talking about slaying evil and following the Righteous Path, but in reality, they’re all just seeking self-interest and glory under the guise of righteousness.
Master Tai Cheng, seeing the sleazy old Daoist not speaking, thought he had guessed the truth and advanced with his sword: "What’s your true intention behind setting up such a sinister Yin Gathering Array, what kind of evil magic are you practicing?"
Daoist Xu Gong looked at him as if he’s looking at a fool. A Master with Foundation Establishment Cultivation, and yet such low intelligence?
But from the sound of it, it doesn’t seem like he’s discovered his actions. Could this be a case of blundering?
Qin Liuxi also shook her head: "Master Tai Cheng must have stepped in a mountain of dog poop to advance to Foundation Establishment Cultivation, or perhaps he’s been deeply embarrassed by his junior brother, he doesn’t seem very bright."
Feng Mi uttered coolly: "It’s still because of some people’s unscrupulous acts that he’s become muddle-headed."
"Exactly, capable of stealing underpants, this Ghost General really lacks virtue." Qin Liuxi patted the Jade Gourd.
The Ghost General hiding inside the Jade Gourd recuperating played dead; he was stabbed by Master Tai Cheng’s sword so badly that his soul almost split, these verbal attacks were nothing to him.
Yiqiu burrowed to the mouth of the bottle and urgently transmitted her voice: "My lord, quick, go save those girls, they’re right here."
Daoist Xu Gong saw Master Tai Cheng attack and also launched his attack, drawing out the Soul Beating Whip he carried, shaking it, and the whip, like a snake, lashed towards Master Tai Cheng.
Master Tai Cheng’s eyes sharpened when he saw the black and red evil Qi entwining the Soul Beating Whip, scoffed, "Indeed a sinister evil thing."
He tapped his toe lightly, and with the move Roc’s Wings, leaped into the sky, sword pointed downward.
The wind lifted his Daoist robe, revealing the scenery beneath, and Daoist Xu Gong, despite himself, couldn’t help blurting out: "Your bird is a bit small."
Such stupidity.
Master Tai Cheng glared furiously: I’ll fight you to the end, Demon Path!