Chapter 8: The Fox Spirit's Mischief

  Wen Fei had practiced his kung fu for over a decade, so this one palm strike was meant to be fatal. At the very least, it should have severely injured whatever was behind him. But as he withdrew his fist, he realized he had struck nothing but air. The misused force left Wen Fei reeling in agony, his blood and energy churning wildly.

  But at this time, an eerie laugh came from beside him, not behind him. Wen Fei's heart felt a chill, and he thought to himself that something was off, as if he had already sensed the approach of danger.

  A sudden surge of extremely cold air hit me, and I couldn't help but shiver. A inexplicable chill spread from the soles of my feet up to my body.

  "My god, this is like a ghost possession! This spirit is really powerful!" Normally, people have strong blood and energy, with three flames burning brightly on their head and shoulders. Most ghosts can't even get close to them. Even when Wen Fei's yin spirit escaped, it would hide from living people. If they accidentally bumped into each other, not only would the living person be affected by the yin energy and have bad luck, but the yin spirit would also be burned by the yang fire and that would be troublesome.

  The idea flashed through Wen Fei's mind like lightning. He suddenly let out a loud shout, his energy sinking to his dantian, and the word "Ah" burst forth from his mouth.

  It turns out that Wen Fei is also too lazy, so he didn't practice his martial arts well. However, as a magic enthusiast, he naturally wouldn't be completely unfamiliar with martial arts, especially when it comes to dealing with evil spirits and the like. Although they were just theoretical discussions, today was the first time he encountered the real thing, but Wen Fei wasn't very flustered, instead feeling quite excited!

  If it were a master who has been practicing martial arts for many years and has abundant blood and energy, this one move of sinking his qi into the dan tian and speaking true words would be enough to dispel the ghost that was rushing at him. But Wen Fei's energy and blood were both weak, and he rarely practiced his skills, so when he made this move, it was just an empty shell.

  Evil spirits invade the body, basically all from the feet up. That is the weakest place for human qi and blood, in modern medicine, it is the farthest place from the heart. So many people as soon as winter comes, their feet are afraid of cold. And when a person is about to die, it is the feet that first lose feeling.

  A martial artist, with qi sunk in the dan tian, can mobilize blood and energy to flow downward, which is equivalent to giving a blow to the head of the evil spirit that rushes up from the feet. Unfortunately, Wen Fei's blood and energy were too weak, so this blow did not hurt the thing rushing up, but only slightly hindered its momentum.

  Then that thing went with a withered and rotten momentum, directly rushing to Wen Fei's thigh, in an instant, below the knee, it was icy cold, and there was no sensation. Damn it, after going back I must practice martial arts well.

  A feeling of extreme eeriness rose from the heart, like having a nightmare at night, although clearly awake, but unable to break free. It only felt that the whole body was no longer in control, and a chill climbed up along the spine on the back.

  The words danced before his eyes, and he seemed to hear the voices of countless people shouting "kill" in his ears. And then he saw that the ghost fire also changed, and it slowly transformed into a scene of two armies killing each other.

  One rode on horseback, dressed like a savage devil, and the army let out a deafening roar as they chased down another army clad entirely in red uniforms. The red-clad troops were utterly defeated, scattering in all directions like sheep, fleeing across mountains and fields. The barbarian army let out blood-curdling whoops as they gave chase, using bows and arrows, and large knives to slaughter the red-uniformed soldiers, beheading them and carrying their bloody heads under their arms as they pursued others.

  Wen Fei felt like he had fallen into a nightmare, although he clearly knew that everything in front of him was an illusion, it was all fake. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free, and could only watch helplessly as the tragic scene unfolded before his eyes!

  "Ah! It's you again, you wicked beast, harming people!" A loud shout exploded like thunder, and Wen Fei's head buzzed as he stumbled, his vision darkening, almost falling to the ground.

  When Wen Fei crashed and hit his head, he became slightly sober, and that icy feeling disappeared.

  Suddenly, a black shadow darted away from my feet, and the scene in front of me suddenly cleared up, although it was still at night. However, there were stars and moonlight, and I could vaguely see around... The thing that darted away from my feet seemed to be a wild cat, but its body was slightly larger than a cat's. And those ghostly fires and shadowy figures had all disappeared without a trace.

  In the faint light, a man walked over with big strides. Seeing Wen Fei, he was taken aback: "Which Taoist temple are you from? How did you end up in this horse market?"

  Wen Fei suddenly let out a breath of relief, it seemed that he was still in Ma Ji, and hadn't run to somewhere else.

  Then Wen suddenly understood, that was absolutely not a cat, it was a fox. The howling sound he had been hearing all along was not the barking of wild dogs, but the cry of a fox! Damn it, he almost took the wrong path because of a broken fox.

  But what's with that icy feeling just now? How did it feel like an evil spirit rushing at me? Is the Broken Fox Spirit's cultivation so formidable that it can already possess and rush at people?

  "I am..." Wen Fei had only said two words when he saw the man holding a large cat-like thing in his hand, and suddenly shouted: "Fox!" It must have been the fox from just now.

  "This evil thing, every now and then it would harm people, don't know how many innocent civilians it has harmed. Today I finally caught it, just watch me skin and dismember it!" The big man said, holding the fox up in front of him for a moment.

  The fox was motionless, with wounds on its legs, dripping blood. It must be dead. The fox looked almost as big as a native dog, with yellowish-white fur, making it impossible to tell how old it was. Wen Fei felt a thrill in his heart and secretly cursed the fox for getting what it deserved. He also felt some lingering fear, never expecting that this night at the horse market would be so terrifying.

  "This Daoist, how did you end up here all alone at night? There's no sign of human habitation for tens of miles around. Your skills don't seem to be that impressive either. You're not here to catch ghosts or demons, so why not just head back early?"

  Wen Fei knew in his heart that he had met a superior person and was very excited. He was deeply fascinated by the Taoist methods, but unfortunately, he had never met a famous teacher to teach him, so he had been practicing blindly. Now, seeing this man break through the fox's obstacle with just one loud shout, he was deeply impressed.

  "Hurriedly, he said: 'What is the honorable surname and great name of this esteemed person? I am Wen Fei, and have always wanted to learn the Taoist arts. Does the esteemed person think they could teach me?'"

  That man let out a hearty laugh, his physique robust. Such demeanor in Wen Fei's eyes had the air of a heroic knight-errant. Moreover, he made up his mind that no matter what, he would follow this master to learn some Taoist principles.

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