I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 294 discusses why crayfish can quickly pass through by kicking a door.

Feng Xue is a person who values ​​rules. If there are any unspoken rules, it's fine if you stop me and speak harshly, but if you start fighting right away, then all of you will have to lie down!

With this simple mindset, bright blue arcs of electricity exploded from Feng Xue's body. The approaching wandering souls were instantly vaporized before they even had a chance to scream. He himself rushed out from the sword light, his right hand making a grasping motion. The bright blue instantly turned into murky black. To this day, in lightning magic alone, he can adjust the power ratio according to his own will.

Lightning flashed, and a dark, murky color condensed into a sword in his hand. After the sword-wielding skill tree of the cultivator profession in the game world was changed into magic, besides its coolness, its "magic materialization" technology became the most noteworthy feature.

"idiot!"

The distinctive regional insults rang out, but Feng Xue had no intention of wasting words. As a seasoned JoJo fan, he knew very well that harsh words should be said before they are uttered.

The dark and turbid thunder transformed into a long sword, and with each swing, ripples seemed to spread out. The complex barrier was cleaved open with a single sword strike, and Feng Xue's figure flashed forward like lightning.

Duang!

A heavy thud suddenly exploded, and a tall monster wielding an octagonal iron rod blocked Feng Xue's path. Feng Xue felt a sharp pain in her wrist, but thankfully she wasn't actually injured.

"Oga (Neon Ghost)? That's a classic combination."

Feng Xue grinned, and her long sword immediately left her hand, transforming into a crescent moon as she slashed at the giant demon's head. "Unbeknownst to her," Feng Xue was already surrounded by the group of white-robed cultivators. The tiger-headed evil spirit, now free of its restraints, immediately launched an attack, and naturally, Feng Xue, who was closest to it, was the first to be hit.

Feng Xue remained unmoved by this. His initial goal was to steal the monster. The flying sword that flew towards the great ghost instantly exploded into mud droplets, and the lightning on Feng Xue's body turned golden red.

As the five elements rotated, Mo Ying cursed and flew away, clutching the lightning.

"boom!"

Although its power was deliberately reduced, the Five Elements Thunder was still terrifyingly destructive. A mushroom cloud slowly rose, and the tiger-shaped evil spirit didn't even have a chance to howl before it was evaporated by the golden-red lightning.

The aftershocks of the exploding Five Elements Thunder did not diminish, spreading out with a paralyzing power that scattered the group of white-robed cultivators, who were of unknown origin, such as Onmyoji or Japanese Taoist priests.

Having anticipated this, Feng Xue seized the opportunity of the impact to turn around, and the giant ghost, riddled with holes from being corroded by the Yin Lightning, had its head fall to the ground in the next second.

"That felt amazing!"

Seeing the neon-speaking monks lying on the ground, Feng Xue was about to leave when he raised an eyebrow, because he suddenly noticed that the rituals in this place seemed a bit abnormal.
If it were an ordinary cultivator, seeing an unfamiliar ritual would at most feel novelty, and even if they did some deduction, they would probably think that it was a magic array to bind and suppress evil spirits.

But Feng Xue was a ruthless character who had cultivated "evil gods" with Zhuoyuan, and she immediately saw the problem with the ritual.

"Good heavens, they're trying to stuff evil spirits directly into the earth's veins!"

Don't be fooled by the fact that evil spirits are formed from the earth's turbid and impure desires. Theoretically, they are expelled from the earth's veins. But this thing is like a thesis defense. Although it comes out of the body, if you ask me to put it back in, no matter where you put it in, most people wouldn't be happy, right?
Just as with humans, the earth's veins are also subject to this principle. The purpose of expelling evil spirits is to reduce pressure on the earth's veins and prevent the generation of any particularly egregious evil spirits. If you push them back in now, won't you be creating an even bigger one next year?

Thinking of this, Feng Xue knew that she had discovered something. She immediately stopped looking for evil spirits and just kept the ritual in order, giving the little Japanese soldier who wanted to get up a good night's sleep while having the little bell adjust the ritual.

Once the whole thing was complete, he pointed one finger to the sky, and flashing lightning danced at his fingertip, transforming into a light bullet that flew into the sky.

The light orb formed from the lightning magic exploded, transforming into flowing, dynamic characters that, against the backdrop of the sky, wrote a line of text visible only to cultivators—

"Something's wrong here! Come quickly!"

If it were just six characters, probably no one would care, but if the characters were written with lightning magic and could linger for dozens of breaths, then that would be somewhat outrageous.

At this moment, even those cultivators in the city who wanted to see a fellow Daoist who could use lightning magic to such a superb level chose to take steps and rush towards the place marked by the lightning magic. After a short while, the neon-lit area of ​​Foreigners Street was already filled with a dense crowd of cultivators.

Seeing the Japanese soldiers lying motionless on the ground, everyone's first reaction was that some super evil spirit had wiped out the entire group of Japanese. But when they saw the Taoist priest knocking out a Japanese soldier who was just about to wake up again, they suddenly realized that this matter was not so simple.

"Fellow Daoists who are knowledgeable about earth veins, feng shui, and formations can take a closer look at the rituals here. I don't think I need to say anything more." Feng Xue didn't intend to explain anything to anyone. After all, he was unfamiliar with the place and people, and if he explained it to them, it would be easy for people to doubt how he knew so much. Only by letting them study it themselves and come to their own conclusions could there be less trouble later.

Although the ritual is decorated very well on the surface, it's like the "computer accessories" label on a package. If the package is already opened, no matter how well you disguise it, it's useless!
The monks in the port city were clearly not to be trifled with; they quickly figured out how the ritual worked and immediately became excited.

But when they tried to find Feng Xue again, they discovered that he had disappeared without a trace.

"Does anyone recognize that fellow Daoist from before?"

The neon-skinned cultivators were bound hand and foot. One of the older-looking cultivators spoke up, but everyone shook their heads. A younger one, however, said:
“I saw him at the Merit Pool before, and he was asking about how to take orders. He must have just arrived in Hong Kong.”

"We had to carefully examine this formation to figure out its secrets, and coupled with that exquisite lightning technique, this fellow Daoist must be of extraordinary origin. In addition, his style of doing things suggests that he is probably a contemporary mortal from a major sect."

“We can talk about those things later. Let’s think about how to solve this problem first. This kind of formation can’t be set up in a short time. The Japanese probably haven’t done this before. Other cities may have similar formations…”

"In short, let's first inform the mayor and see if we can use long-distance calls to other coastal cities so that other fellow Daoists can also investigate. As for the rest, we'll deal with it after we've dealt with the evil spirits."

……

The local cultivators began to pool their wisdom and efforts, but Feng Xue returned to his work of hunting evil spirits. Because many cultivators were lured away by him, Feng Xue no longer had to go around stealing monsters. He fought his way until the early hours of the morning, and as the New Year's bells rang, a power of wishing fell upon him.

"Is this... the power to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new?"

(End of this chapter)