Chapter 25: Killing the Murderous Path (Part 1)

  Corpse? Isn't it a yin corpse? Qin Yifan was somewhat surprised, but he didn't stay surprised for long. Yuan Qing's next words and actions made Qin Yifan extremely angry.

  "Today, I'm in a good mood. As long as you don't get in the way, I can let you leave with your whole corpse intact. Otherwise..." With a reverse palm strike, he lightly slapped the corpse of the Wò Hu Shan Zhuang disciple on the ground. The blow was light and didn't seem to carry any force, but the corpse on the ground suddenly burst open.

  It seems that Yuanqing Lao Dao has already regarded this place as his own private garden, and he doesn't feel embarrassed at all. With one hand pinching the hand seal, the other hand continuously shoots out in various directions. Beams of light visible to the naked eye shoot out from Yuanqing Lao Dao's hands, striking the surrounding areas where the dark corpses are located.

  "Yuan Qing Lao Dao's favorite thing is to have someone watching when he's in a good mood, but every time he finishes being happy, not one of the people watching him is left alive." Lin Qiulü quietly reminded Qin Yifan.

  At this moment, Yuan Qing Lao Dao, in the place closest to the source of evil on the lake shore, can still use his divine powers so lightly, which already shows that this guy's mental cultivation is far beyond ordinary people. Adding to the old Taoist's notorious reputation before, it seems that today is a must-fight battle with him here. Lin Qiulü quietly pulled out her necklace, and the pendant on it was exactly the same shape as the flying sword Qin Yifan had seen before, only much smaller.

  Qin Yifan continued to watch, waiting to see what this guy was going to do. He didn't believe that Yuan Qing Lao Dao could come here for the first time without being affected at all. Sometimes, the more notorious a person is, the more afraid of death they are, maybe this guy was just pretending to be tough too.

  If not, why are you in a hurry to do something around the corpse? Is it to defeat the corpse here with one effort? Although Qin Yifan does not have any special identity with the corpse for the time being, he also does not want the corpse to be defeated by this old Taoist priest at this place.

  The old Taoist's hand movements became increasingly urgent, and the white light emanating from his hands grew more numerous. The areas on the ground struck by the white light seemed to slowly connect into a massive pattern, highly regular in shape. The ground surrounded by the pattern began to emit wisps of white gas, initially just occasional strands, but now continuous and unbroken.

  It was as if it was just a moment, the entire ground in Qin Yifan's line of sight was like a big pot boiling over, with steam rising and a vast expanse of white mist, nothing could be seen. The figure of Yuan Qing Lao Dao was also shrouded in white steam, becoming blurry, and people seemed to be slowly floating up into the air.

  Suspending in mid-air at a height of over one foot from the ground, Yuan Qing Lao Dao's hand suddenly produced a duster, lightly sweeping it around to the left and right. The white light in his other hand grew even more intense, like a string of pearls. The white gas on the ground was also stirred up by the white light in his hand, becoming increasingly dense.

  "Hah! Not showing yourself yet?" Suddenly, the old Taoist in the air let out a loud shout, and the white light in his hand seemed to have turned into a large net, tightly covering the area where the yin corpse was located.

  As the old Taoist's loud shout, the ground suddenly cracked open several mouths, and several figures shot out like cannonballs, rushing straight towards the old Taoist. The old Taoist was shocked, thinking there was only one Xuan Shi, but unexpectedly so many rushed out at once.

  However, the old Taoist was not a novice, and the sudden appearance of the figure did not make him flustered. On the contrary, he let out a loud shout: "You've come at the right time!" With a flick of his right hand, the long dust sleeve wrapped around the nearest figure, and with a wrist shake, it was thrown far away.

  The figure wrapped in dust seemed to be entwined with a red-hot iron wire, emitting a chilling sizzling sound of burning flesh and hair, filling the air with the smell of burnt hair. The originally charging figure suddenly crashed into a thick and solid high wall, abruptly stopping its movement, then was swept away by a powerful force to the other side.

  The old Daoist pushed away the one in front, but he himself was also struggling. Originally, practicing in this haunted place required enduring terrifying spiritual attacks. He had planned to subdue the underground Xuan Shi before it became too powerful, but unexpectedly, things took a turn for the worse. The sudden appearance of several figures disrupted his plan. The people who flew over brought with them enormous force, almost causing the old Daoist to fall from mid-air.

  "Unexpectedly, there's an ambush!" The boss was furious, and with a flick of his sleeve, the fine dust threads seemed to suddenly transform into a vast expanse, tightly binding the several figures that were flying towards him. The dust threads were made of some unknown material, and were surprisingly resilient; those figures struggled for half a day but couldn't break free.

  It wasn't until now that the old Taoist saw clearly, and it turned out that what had flown out was not a normal person at all. Each of them had their eyes tightly closed, their hands and feet stiff, and they were obviously corpses who had been dead for a long time. The clothes on the corpse were very familiar, exactly the same as those worn by the disciples of Wohu Mountain Villa.

  Attacked by corpses, is there another person who can control corpses here? Lin Qiulü was from the Royal Guard and couldn't have practiced the evil art of controlling corpses, so the only one left is Qin Yifan. That young man who seemed to be nothing special actually hid so deeply.

  "You insolent whelp! How dare you secretly plot against me, Daoist Master? Hand over the Xuan Shi, and I'll spare your life!" Controlling several corpses that were still struggling, Yuan Qing Lao Dao shouted at Qin Yifan: "At such a young age, you already dare to play with the Corpse Control Technique. I admire you, follow me from now on!" It seems that the old Daoist had misunderstood things.

  "Waves" emerged from the ground, and several figures burst out again, just like before, rushing towards Lao Dao. Corpses can't speak, they only know how to attack. Lao Dao's fly whisk seemed to be able to transform into countless forms, a few strands of dust threads struck again, tightly binding the newly appeared figures. The bound figures struggled constantly, emitting waves of pungent and black smoke.

  "How dare you, don't give me face!" The old Daoist was furious, and no one had ever dared to be so rude after he had expressed his intention to collect. His mouth opened, and a stream of light shot out from the old Daoist's mouth, rushing towards Qin Yifan.

  "At that moment", the broad blade blocked the flowing light, and Qin Yifan finally took out his weapon. The old Taoist did not expect that his attack, which was supposed to be foolproof, would actually be blocked, with a look of surprise on his face.

  "This is my territory, if you want something here, you haven't asked for my consent or dissent." With a swing of the kitchen knife in his hand, it flashed back into Lao Dao's mouth. Before Lao Dao could collect the shocked expression on his face, Qin Yifan had already pounced forward. The kitchen knife in his hand was like a flash of lightning in the dark night, slashing towards Lao Dao's figure.