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

But unlike the sorrowful and pitiful remnant soul before, Su Wan'er's face now showed no trace of tenderness, only a ferocious resentment.

She was surrounded by green flames, her wedding dress fluttered without wind, and the powerful yin energy made the bodyguards outside the door unable to breathe, causing them to retreat repeatedly.

She hovered at the entrance to the main hall, her eyes behind the beaded curtain fixed on Ye Qingfeng in the courtyard, her scarlet lips curving into a venomous smile:

"I'd like to see just how much skill you've learned, you stinking Taoist priest!"

She grew angrier as she spoke, and the green flames around her suddenly surged, causing the entire main hall to shake violently.

The tiles fell down in a rustling sound, revealing underneath... a cardboard ceiling painted with tile patterns.

This elegant residence, inside and out, was indeed entirely made of paper replicas!

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingfeng frowned slightly, then a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

A stinky old man? Heh, interesting… interesting…

"While I may not claim to possess extraordinary abilities, within the Three Realms, you are truly the only one who dares to test me. Since that's the case, then I shall take this matter more seriously..."

"You stinking Taoist priest! How dare you spout such nonsense! Judging by your appearance, you've certainly learned a lot of tricks with your sharp tongue. Prepare to die!"

With a sharp shout, Su Wan'er suddenly raised both hands, her fingernails growing out of shape, as black as ink, with the tips gleaming with a cold, eerie green light.

She opened her mouth and exhaled a thick, inky, foul-smelling black fumes.

Like living things, they surged forth, transforming into dozens of menacing black tentacles in the air, sweeping towards Ye Qingfeng and the group of bodyguards!

Before you even touch it, the chilling cold that seems to freeze your soul is already overwhelming!

Zhao Damang and the others turned pale, feeling as if their blood was about to freeze. The swords in their hands felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and they could hardly lift them!

Is this the true power of a vengeful ghost? Far surpassing those paper servants from before!

Ye Qingfeng smiled slightly, raised his right hand, and casually pointed his index finger at the long sword tightly held by a bodyguard next to him.

The bodyguard was none other than Li Tie, who had previously used the fire sword to stab the paper figure.

He held a fine steel sword in his hand, which was now trembling violently from fear and the chill in the air.

Strange things happened.

Just as Ye Qingfeng lightly touched the ground with his fingertip, Li Tie felt a sudden lightness in his hand.

The fine steel sword flew out of his hand on its own, and with a clear "clang", it hovered in the air three feet in front of Ye Qingfeng!

The sword lay horizontally, trembling slightly and emitting a deep, pleasant hum.

Everyone was stunned.

Telekinesis? No, this is practically... sword control?!

Before they could react, Ye Qingfeng casually pointed his finger at the suspended steel sword in mid-air.

This time, a fleeting glimmer of light appeared at my fingertips.

"Buzz—!"

The steel sword trembled violently!

The blood and ash that stained the sword were instantly pulverized and vanished without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, a pure white flame, as warm as the morning sun, appeared out of nowhere from the tip of the sword, and then spread across the entire blade like mercury spilling onto the ground!

The three-foot-long sword transformed into a divine weapon burning with pure white flames!

The flames burned silently, without any heat escaping, yet they exuded an aura that made all evil and filthy creatures instinctively tremble.

In the firelight, Ye Qingfeng's calm face appeared even more otherworldly.

All of this may sound slow, but it actually happens in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, the black tentacles spewed out by the female ghost had only reached less than a foot in front of Ye Qingfeng!

Ye Qingfeng finally raised his eyes and looked at the ferocious-looking "Su Wan'er," his gaze as calm as a deep, still well.

His right hand, suspended in the air, with his index and middle fingers joined together, gently beckoned to the fine steel sword burning with white flames.

"go."

The word fell.

"call out--!"

The burning sword transformed into a white streak of light, piercing through the air!

It moved at incredible speed, leaving a dazzling white trail in the air, as if tearing a hole in the dark night!

Those menacing black tentacles were as fragile as paper in the face of this white light.

Wherever the light passed, the tentacles silently crumbled, turning back into foul-smelling black mist and vanishing without a trace.

The white streak of light was unstoppable. After destroying all the tentacles, its speed did not decrease at all. It shot straight at Su Wan'er, who was suspended in mid-air at the entrance of the main hall!

"What?!" The ferocity on Su Wan'er's face instantly turned into extreme terror. She screamed, and green flames surged wildly around her.

Layers upon layers of ghastly green light shields were erected in front of her, her phoenix crown and beaded curtains swayed wildly, and her wedding dress billowed, all in an attempt to resist.

However, it was all in vain.

That flying sword seemed to exist outside of any concept of defense in this world.

It penetrated layer after layer of green flame shields without any hindrance and with gentleness.

Like a hot knife cutting into butter.

Then, under Su Wan'er's desperate and incredulous gaze, he gently touched her brow—the very center of that pale, painted face.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

All of Su Wan'er's movements, expressions, and the green flames surrounding her froze.

There was no loud noise, no explosion.

Only a very faint, dreamlike sigh escaped from her throat.

Immediately afterwards, white flames burst forth from the point of contact between her eyebrows!

Like a drop of water falling on rice paper, the ink quickly spreads and diffuses.

A pure white flame, centered on her brow, instantly spread throughout her entire body.

Three breaths.

The white flame flickered gently, slowly receding, and finally extinguished completely as the last speck of light dissipated.

The sword had fulfilled its mission, and with a gentle flick of Ye Qingfeng's finger, it returned to the镖师's hand, as if the miraculous scene had never happened.

The bodyguard looked at the sword that had returned to his hand with a blank expression, as if he were seeing it for the first time.

Inside the main hall, the green light dissipated completely.

The candlelight had returned to its normal dim yellow color at some point, and it flickered gently.

The biting cold and nauseating stench that permeated the courtyard receded like the tide.

A night breeze swept by, bringing the long-awaited coolness of an autumn night.

All sounds are silent.

However, this silence did not last long.

Just as everyone's minds calmed down, their gazes unanimously turned to the Taoist priest in his simple blue robe, who seemed to be merely brushing away dust with a casual gesture—

Another anomaly occurs.

It's not dangerous, but rather a kind of... illusory stripping away.

Everyone felt the scenery before their eyes suddenly sway, like a stone being thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

Everything in sight.

The walls are made of blue bricks, carved windows, glazed tiles, stone slabs, and even the lush "osmanthus tree" and the "pond" with floating "water lilies" in the courtyard.

Everything began to distort, fluctuate, and become blurred.

The colors faded rapidly; the vibrant vermilion, turquoise, and pale yellow seemed to be washed away by invisible water, quickly turning into a monotonous gray-white.

The solid texture is also disappearing; the outlines of walls, floors, and furniture are softening and collapsing, like a snowman under the scorching sun.

"What...what's going on?!" a young bodyguard exclaimed in horror, instinctively reaching for a pillar beside him, but his hand passed right through it—the "pillar" had become like smoke and mist.

Zhao Damang gripped the hilt of his knife tightly, suppressing the horror in his heart, and looked at Ye Qingfeng.

The Taoist priest remained standing still, his face expressionless, as if this mind-blowing scene before him was something he had anticipated.

It only takes three to five breaths.

The fluctuations stopped.

The distorted illusions receded completely like the tide.

The scene suddenly opened up before everyone, but they were instantly gripped by an even deeper chill.