Chapter 1: The Departure of the Dark Soul

  "Damn the Quanzhen Dragon Gate, a group of traitors, how did they not get killed by Genghis Khan. They actually fabricated such fake things to deceive people, I'm just wondering, if you say that Lei Fa and Jindan Nanzong have a relationship it's still normal. Does TM's Quanzhen sect have any connection with them at all?" Wen Fei cursed.

  He has short, spiky hair and an ordinary face that would get lost in a crowd. He's wearing a T-shirt with a cartoon beauty on it, along with a pair of flashy green shorts, the typical attire of a nerd.

  Last time, I finally managed to get a set of "Divine Thunder Five Thunder Arts" online, and practiced it diligently for half a month. Only then did I discover that this thing was actually the masterpiece of a Dragon Gate Taoist from the Republic of China era. Suddenly, I was so angry that I cursed loudly.

  Indeed, a professional is different. Even Wen Fei, this super enthusiastic friend, couldn't tell it was fake. Not only does he have the ability to change scenery and confuse gods with his magical skills, but he also has the Flame Rhythm Command of Deng Tianjun's Great Method. In theory, there isn't even half a flaw to be seen. Indeed, a professional Taoist, when creating fakes, can make the fake seem real.

  Wen Fei, although a male otaku, has an infatuation that is different from ordinary otakus. It's not those 2D cartoon beauties or some island nation's romantic action movies, but rather those mysterious and profound Taoist doctrines.

  Wen Fei scolded the Taoist priest surnamed Wang loudly for a while, and casually scolded all the ancestors of the Longmen sect from Qiu Changchun to a certain person. He still felt a lingering fear, this Thunder Method lacks many things in internal energy cultivation. To be precise, it is filling in the missing pages of the genuine article with one's own nonsense. The Tian Gang Gong of the Zhengyi Sect was supplemented into the Thunder Method, and only the method of circulating Qi in Tian Gang Gong.

  I am not a Taoist after all, and I know too little about the historical anecdotes in the Taoist school. It's just that I've taken on this evil role, and if I continue to cultivate it, I'll go crazy.

  He scolded for a while, and slowly calmed down. It's not worth delaying his own practice for these broken things.

  Feet shoulder-width apart, toes pointing forward in parallel, body upright, lower abdomen relaxed; hands raised to the front of the chest, fingers slightly open, embracing a semi-circular shape. Mouth as if open and closed, breathing naturally through the nose. Hips as if sitting without sitting. This is Tai Chi Hun Yuan Zhuang.

  This is the introductory stance of Tai Chi, Wen Fei has been practicing this stance since he was a child, for almost ten years now. Now standing up, his whole body is relaxed and natural, just like embracing a big ball.

  After waiting for the qi and blood to calm down slowly, Wen Fei lit three incense sticks made of expensive sandalwood. After all, he had been practicing meditation for over a decade, so he quickly calmed down. He began his routine visualization exercise.

  This is an ordinary bedroom, about ten or so square meters in size, with a bed that's cluttered with clothes and all sorts of miscellaneous items, as well as a computer desk with a computer that's turned on. It's not some sort of imagined Taoist hermitage, but rather the humble and messy bedroom of an otaku.

  Wen Fei sat up straight on the bed, with a small table in front of him, lit three sticks of sandalwood incense, emitting a faint and soothing fragrance that calmed the mind.

  I don't know if it's because I just vented, but this time I calmed down especially quickly. I heard a crackling sound in my ears, like stir-frying beans, and then suddenly felt myself floating up.

  The first time I encountered this situation, Wen Fei was still a little scared. But now it's familiar, and he let himself float up. Floating and floating, it seemed to be stuck on the ceiling, unable to get out.

  Wen Fei was not anxious, still maintaining his state, and didn't know how long it had been. His body suddenly shook, and he broke through the ceiling that had been blocking him, coming to the outside. Suddenly opening his eyes, he saw himself lying on the bed, sleeping as usual, looking at everything in the room from a half-air angle.

  A wisp of sandalwood smoke curled up, shrouding itself, and slowly took on a human outline. If there were others in the room who saw this scene, they might have let out a shout of "Ghost!" and fled in terror. But here, only Wen Fei was present, and he was all too familiar with such situations. This was what was known as a yin soul escaping.

  He emerged with a sly smile, his body shrouded in the faint scent of sandalwood smoke, and silently slipped through the wall. Without any hindrance, he arrived at a room next door.

  This is a commodity house in the neighborhood, and this wall is the main wall. Next door is another suite, to be exact, it's another unit, so naturally there's another family living there. To be exact, it's just one person, a young and beautiful woman, twenty-four or five years old. She should be some rich man's mistress.

  A single woman's boudoir, and that of a beautiful single woman at that. It can be imagined what Wen Fei could do once he entered.

  This residential area is not a luxury one, and it has been built for at least over a decade. For example, the interior decoration of Wen Fei's home is somewhat outdated. However, inside this house, it's completely different, it can be said that it's jade inside and common outside, not matching with the old-fashioned exterior of the residential area at all.

  The decoration is very comfortable and has an American style, with a lazy and comfortable atmosphere. The floor is even covered with thick carpets, and there is a small bar at the entrance, where many good wines are placed. Unfortunately, Wen Fei doesn't know much about these things.

  Tonight, that pretty little three was obviously not there. The dark and messy room made Wen Fei a bit disappointed, and the house seemed to be cleaned up quite well. At least before, it was all over the floor, and the stockings and thongs on the sofa and water dispenser had disappeared. He only looked around randomly, but didn't notice the cameras installed in the hidden corners of the wall at all.

  In a nearby room, the pretty little three who often went to Wen Fei's welfare was nervously hiding in the arms of a fat man in his thirties, shouting: "Master, master. Look quickly, that ghost really came out..."

  That successful man also swallowed hard, feeling that his worldview, which had been built up over decades, was collapsing before his eyes. Although he should have been a staunch xxx warrior, he would rather believe in some fortune-telling and Feng Shui stuff. And the picture displayed on the screen in front of him made him feel an urgent need to pee between his legs.

  They stared at the screen without blinking, and in the empty room, a semi-transparent shadow walked back and forth. The shadow was quite illusory, looking like a human figure made of smoke, making people feel a chill in their hearts.