Dao Qi Wu Zang Guan Guan: I became a Daoist Master in the 1990s

Chapter 94 The fog clears and the clouds cover
The last trace of chilling ghostly energy at the fingertips hissed softly under the domineering burning of the Crimson Hunting Fire, completely dissipating into a wisp of green smoke.

Wang Dashan's withered body suddenly relaxed, the labored gasps in his throat abruptly ceased, and his breathing visibly became steady and long. The ashen bluish-black color on his face receded like a tide, leaving only the paleness of someone recovering from a serious illness, yet it already revealed a faint sign of life.

Almost the instant the ghostly energy vanished, Qi Yun's Crimson Hunting Fire Pill in his heart suddenly throbbed!
A torrent of energy, several times purer and hotter than that that could incinerate ordinary ghosts, surged forth from the heart like molten iron!

This heat was extremely powerful, instantly rushing into the limbs and bones, causing waves of throbbing pain in the meridians wherever it passed!
However, after the pain came an unprecedented comfort. The heat flowed rapidly, constantly differentiating and condensing, eventually transforming into wisps of pure milky white air, like rivers flowing into the sea, pouring into the dantian.

My Qihai acupoint is throbbing wildly!
Those thirteen strands of true qi, which were originally condensed and quietly lingering, were suddenly stirred, compressed, and fused under the fierce impact of this new force!
"Buzz!"

A deep hum reverberated from Qi Yun's body, as if some invisible barrier deep within his Qi Sea had been forcibly broken through!

A brand-new, condensed true qi, like a jade shoot emerging from the earth, rose slowly from the churning sea of ​​qi, standing alongside the other thirteen true qi!

Fourteen!
The feeling of his dantian being full and bulging instantly intensified, and his overall strength also increased accordingly.

However, Qi Yun showed no joy on his face; instead, his brows were furrowed and his eyes were filled with icy coldness.

"Simply burning away its corrosive 'fuse' could generate such a pure stream of true qi?"

He stared at Wang Dashan, who was fast asleep on the bed, and alarm bells rang in his mind: "Just how powerful and ferocious must the chilling ghost energy contained within that creature be?!"

The dangers of the gray, foggy corridor were still vivid in my mind.

If it weren't for the manifestation of the [Rejection of Chaos] law at the last moment, I would probably have been completely devoured by those endless ghostly shadows by now!
"The ghosts in this modern city are truly more unpredictable and bizarre than those in the Great Qian Dynasty!"

Qi Yun was secretly alarmed and sorted out his thoughts, "Although the Crimson Hunting Fire can still cause damage to it, it cannot remove the damage to the main body, so its effect is still not significant."

This ghost possesses a power to construct mental prisons.

Once drawn into it, ordinary Taoist techniques and martial arts are futile; only the 'Great Black Law,' imbued with the power of rules, can withstand it!

"In other words, this ghost's power has also touched upon the realm of rules!"

The thought sent a chill down Qi Yun's spine. He turned his gaze to the deep night outside the window, as if trying to pierce through the darkness and see where the object truly was.

"How could such power appear in a ghost? Or rather, where did it steal this part of the authority from?"
The Yin and Yang of the Great Qian Heaven and Earth are out of balance, ghostly energy is accumulating, and Yang energy is declining... Is this because something like a ghost exists, secretly eroding the laws governing the operation of Heaven and Earth?

A huge mystery, like the impenetrable darkness outside the window, weighed heavily on my heart.

Time passes in silence.

Outside the window, the dark autumn sky over the mountain city was finally torn open by a faint sliver of dawn.

"Uh..." Wang Dashan on the bed let out a low groan, his eyelids trembled a few times, and he slowly opened them.

The look in his eyes was no longer one of deathly panic, but rather the bewilderment of someone recovering from a serious illness and a long-lost clarity.

He subconsciously moved his fingers, and a long-lost, warm feeling enveloped his limbs and bones. The deep-seated chill completely disappeared, and although his spirit was still weak, he had the strength to support himself.

"Hoo..." He exhaled a long breath, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

Last night, I had no dreams!
It was the best sleep I'd had in a long time!

His gaze shifted, and he suddenly caught sight of a figure standing quietly in the shadows of the corner. In the darkness, a pair of piercing eyes were calmly watching him!
"what!"

Wang Dashan was so frightened that his scalp tingled. He screamed and tried to struggle to get up, but his weak body couldn't muster any strength.

She had just lifted half of her body when she fell heavily back onto the bed.

The exclamation also woke up Wang Xiang and her son, who were sleeping lightly outside.

"Squeak!" The door was suddenly pushed open, and Wang Xiang and his mother Lin Guifen practically rushed in.

Wang Xiang snapped the light cord on.

The dim, yellowish incandescent light instantly dispelled the darkness in the room.

Only then did Wang Dashan see clearly that the person standing in the corner was a young figure in a Taoist robe with a jade-like face and a calm aura. What kind of ghost was that?
"Dashan! How are you?! Are you still having nightmares?!" Lin Guifen rushed to the bedside, grabbed her husband's hand, her voice trembling with tears, and anxiously looked him up and down.

"No... I didn't do it!"

Wang Dashan breathed a sigh of relief, his face showing an incredulous excitement at surviving such a close call. "I didn't have any nightmares! Not a single one! I slept so well... so soundly!"

The icy chill was gone! I feel so much lighter!

He gripped his wife's hand tightly, tears welling in his eyes.

"Really?! Old man, you're all better?!" Wang Xiang was overjoyed. He looked at Qi Yun and knelt down with a thud, kowtowing three times. "Daoist Master! Living God! Thank you for saving my life! I, Wang Xiang, will serve you like a slave for the rest of my life to repay you!"

Lin Guifen also realized what had happened, and she laughed and cried at the same time, bowing and wiping away her tears as she looked at Qi Yun: "Daoist Master! Living Bodhisattva! I was blind yesterday, I was so foolish! I deserve to die! I apologize to you! Thank you for not holding a grudge and saving my husband! Thank you for your great kindness!"

She was so excited that she was incoherent; her previous fear and doubt had long since vanished in the face of such overwhelming joy.

"It's alright, it's only human nature."

Qi Yun slightly raised his hand, signaling Wang Xiang to stand up, and turned his gaze to Wang Dashan, "Master Wang, I have already removed the ghostly aura from your body. As long as you do not interact with ghosts in the future, you will be fine."

Rest and recuperate; given time, your body will recover from its depletion.

Wang Dashan's joy faltered, and his heart leaped into his throat. "Master...you mean...that thing...is still alive?"

Lin Guifen and Wang Xiang also looked at Qi Yun nervously.

"Hmm." Qi Yun nodded, his voice calm but carrying an undeniable solemnity. "Last night, I only severed the 'tentacles' that were eroding you and burned the 'catalyst' that remained in your body. The whereabouts of its true form are still unknown."

Seeing the three people's faces turn pale instantly, he continued, "However, the 'mark' connecting you to it has been completely severed by me. It is no longer possible for it to try to entangle you in the same way."

As long as you avoid contact with the source in the future, there shouldn't be any major problems. The most urgent task is to take good care of your health.

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief, but a shadow still lingered in their hearts.

“The source…” Wang Dashan murmured, a hint of shock and realization flashing in his eyes. He suddenly looked up and said decisively, “The hospital! The city hospital! It must be the morgue!”

That night, I was on the night shift with Li Magan... oh, that's Li Jun. After delivering the last body back to the morgue, we chatted for a bit about Xiao Wang's nightmares before he died!

After I got back, I... I started having those damn nightmares!

"Li Jun?" Qi Yun keenly caught this key name. "Your colleague who traveled with you back then? How is he now?"

Upon hearing Li Jun's name, Wang Dashan's face immediately contorted with rage: "That son of a bitch, Li Jun?!"
He's perfectly fine! It was the first time I'd ever had a nightmare, and the more I thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed, so I went to ask him about it the next day!

Who knew that when that bastard heard that I also had that kind of dream, his face turned pale with fright!

They avoided me like the plague! Later, they simply stopped going to work altogether, hiding their heads like turtles!

"He's alright?" Qi Yun's brows furrowed even more, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. "So, that ghost can only corrupt one person at a time? Or... is there something else going on with Li Jun?"

He looked at Wang Dashan: "Master Wang, do you know where Li Jun lives?"

“I know! How could I not know!” Wang Dashan struggled to sit up a little and said urgently, “It’s in the old residential area over there, at No. 27 Shibanpo Main Street, on the left-hand side of the third floor of the tenement building!”

Master Dao, are you going to look for him?
That bastard is probably scared out of his wits. If you go find him, he'll definitely..."

"I know what I'm doing," Qi Yun interrupted him.

The sunlight outside the window brightened a bit, dispelling the gloom inside.

"Go check the morgue at the city hospital first. If that doesn't work, then find Li Jun!"

This wicked creature must be eradicated!

(End of this chapter)