My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

Miao Gui stood there, completely dumbfounded.

He stared wide-eyed at the empty mountain path, then glanced at Shen Zhaoyue, who had sheathed her sword, his mind completely blank.

"This...this..."

He glanced down at his own corpses that had been swatted away, then at Shen Zhaoyue's knife, which had returned to normal. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he managed to utter a single, difficult sentence:

"Damn it... Is this some kind of dirty martial artist? Where did that fiery horse come from?!"

He lived for eighteen years, spent three years driving corpses, and had seen at least eighty to a hundred martial artists.

I've seen people train their skin, their flesh, their tendons, and even their genitals.

But he had never seen any dirty martial artist kill an old ghost with fifty years of cultivation with a single strike!

What's more, there was fire on that knife!

That's fire! Fire that can burn ghosts to ashes!

How could those martial artists in the Ten Thousand Mountains have such skills?

Miao Gui stared at Shen Zhaoyue, his eyes changing:

"How...how did you get that fire on your knife?"

Shen Zhaoyue glanced at him but did not answer.

Lü Yang finally came to his senses.

He peeked out from behind Ye Qingfeng, looked at the empty mountain path, then at Miao Gui's dumbfounded face, and suddenly laughed.

"Hey, Mr. Miao, the corpse driver, your corpse oil lamp isn't working either?"

Miao Gui's face stiffened.

Lü Yang continued:

"Didn't you say that lamp could mask the presence of the living? How did that old ghost still manage to find us?"

Miao Gui opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but didn't know how to refute it.

Lü Yang shook his head smugly:

"It's better to light a torch. At least then you can see the road."

Miao Gui was so angry that his face turned green:

"You... what do you know! That old ghost has fifty years of cultivation, he's no ordinary thing! My magic can fool ordinary people, but it can't fool this kind!"

Lü Yang curled his lip:

"Anyway, the result was that your broken lamp didn't block the light, and in the end, it was still Officer Shen who killed you with a single blow."

Miao Gui choked.

He glanced at Shen Zhaoyue, then at Ye Qingfeng, and finally at the corpses that had been sent flying and were struggling to hop back. He let out a long sigh.

"Okay, okay, you're right. I'm not as skilled as you, I admit defeat."

He walked over, helped the corpses up one by one, reattached the talismans, and reorganized the group.

While tidying up, he muttered to himself:

"An old ghost with fifty years of cultivation, killed with a single strike... This is filthy training? You're kidding me..."

Lu Yang heard this and leaned closer:

"What are you muttering about?"

Miao Gui turned around, glanced at him, then at Shen Zhaoyue, and suddenly asked:

"What level of skill has she reached?"

"The Dirty Refinement Realm! Haven't we already said that?"

Miao Gui's eyes widened:

"Are you kidding a three-year-old?!"

All that was seen was Lü Yang saying something indifferently.

"I haven't seen a three-year-old child, but I have seen a forty-year-old man."

Miao Gui's face contorted in shock upon hearing this.

But she ignored all of that, swallowed hard, and put on that fawning smile again.

"Master, shall we continue on our way?"

Ye Qingfeng nodded.

Miao Gui quickly rang the bell and walked at the front.

The group continued walking forward.

The night remained deep, and the surroundings remained eerie.

But before an incense stick could burn, Miao Gui's expression began to change.

The number of eyes hidden in the dense forest is increasing.

Not just one or two pairs, but dozens or even hundreds of pairs.

Those eyes, glowing green, red, and eerie blue, stared at them from all directions, densely packed like stars in the sky.

The corpses also began to become restless, their jumping rhythm becoming somewhat disordered.

Cold sweat broke out on Miao Gui's forehead.

He stopped and took out his compass to look at it—the needle on the compass was spinning wildly and wouldn't stop.

"Oh no..."

he murmured.

Lü Yang leaned closer:

"What's wrong?"

Miao Gui lowered his voice, which was trembling:

"That commotion was too loud... He killed a fifty-year-old ghost with a single blow, and the old ghost's screams before he died were heard by all the evil spirits within a radius of dozens of miles. Now... now they've all come."

Following his gaze, Lü Yang looked around and saw the dense array of eyes, which immediately sent chills down his spine.

"This...so many?!"

Miao Gui gritted his teeth:

"We can't stay here any longer. We have to get out of here! Before they surround us, let's run!"

He turned around to call for everyone to run, but found Ye Qingfeng standing still, motionless.

Miao Gui said urgently:

"Immortal Master! Run! It'll be too late once they surround us!"

Ye Qingfeng glanced at him, then looked at the dense array of eyes around him, his expression unchanged.

He stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly:

"No rush."

Miao Gui was almost frantic with worry:

"Not worried?! Look around! There are so many evil spirits! At least a hundred! Even if I sacrifice all the corpses, I still couldn't stop them!"

Ye Qingfeng did not look at him.

He simply raised his head slightly and looked up at the night sky.

Dark clouds obscured the moon, and the sky was as black as ink.

All around, only the eyes of those evil spirits were glowing, and the corpse oil lamp in Miao Gui's hand cast a circle of eerie green light.

Ye Qingfeng suddenly spoke:

"When evil spirits run rampant, divine retribution will surely follow."

Miao Gui was stunned.

"Divine punishment?"

Before he could react, a loud bang suddenly came from the sky—

"Boom—!!!"

A thunderbolt struck from the sky, hitting the mountaintop not far away!

The thunder was deafening, shaking the ground and causing Miao Gui to drop his compass. It also made the corpses jump up in unison!

Lu Yang was so frightened that he sat down on the ground with a thud.

Shen Zhaoyue gripped the hilt of her sword and looked up at the sky.

Miao Gui stared wide-eyed at the direction where the lightning struck, completely dumbfounded.

That lightning strike was really fierce.

Golden-white light illuminated half the sky, revealing the terrified faces of the evil spirits.

Those eyes, those ghostly figures, those things hidden in the darkness, were all illuminated by the lightning.

Then, they started running.

Those green eyes, red eyes, and dark blue eyes, like the receding tide, frantically fled into the distance.

Those towering ghostly figures, those twisted monsters, those unnamed things, were all running.

In the blink of an eye, the surroundings were empty, and there was nothing left.

Only where the lightning struck was still emitting wisps of smoke.

Miao Gui opened his mouth, unable to speak for a long time.

He looked up at the sky, then at Ye Qingfeng, then back up at the sky, then back at Ye Qingfeng.

"This...this..."

Lu Yang got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and couldn't hide his excitement.

Of course he knew where the lightning came from!

Miao Gui was completely dumbfounded.

He looked at Lü Yang, then at Ye Qingfeng, then at the direction where the lightning had struck, his mind blank.

This can't be a coincidence!

There's no way a single word can summon thunder from the heavens.

But isn't this just too much of a coincidence?

The lightning struck by sheer coincidence, right after the Taoist priest uttered those words.

And so far, there has only been one lightning strike. If it were really going to rain, it shouldn't be like this!

Miao Gui couldn't help but swallow.