The Northern Song Dynasty returned south, seeking the truth of the Dao.

"Don't rush, close the door first. It's not too late to affix the seal after I've finished," Wang Zhenhuan said calmly, his hands moving without stopping. His composed demeanor reassured Old Sun considerably.

"Hey! Young Taoist priest, you'd better hurry." Old Sun turned his head and glanced outside. At this moment, all the trees in the forest were trembling incessantly, as if they were afraid of the might of heaven.

Old Sun hurriedly closed the door and blocked it with wooden wedges. He then sealed all the windows, and went to Wang Zhenhuan's side, nervously glancing around the doorway.

Seemingly sensing something amiss, the cold wind outside the door began to intensify, making the entire house rattle and clang. It sounded like a threat, or perhaps a warning, and even included a whimpering sound similar to a child crying.

Seeing this, Wang Huanzhen quickened his pace. He continuously chanted mantras in a low voice, sealing each jar with the mudra. He finished sealing the last wine jar.

The resentment that had filled the room vanished, and the room felt much clearer. Wang Zhen put the magic seal and other items back into his bundle and handed the bundle to Old Sun.

"Old man, stay inside and hide. Don't come out if you hear any noise, understand?"

"Yes, Daoist, be careful." Old Sun understood the situation; if Wang Zhenhuan were to get into trouble, he certainly wouldn't be able to escape either. So without hesitation, he took the bundle, turned around, and ran into the inner room.

Wang Zhenhuan nodded, then turned and went to the door. The cold wind outside seemed to be angered by Wang Zhenhuan's actions; after pausing for a moment, it rushed violently towards the door!

Bang--!!

With a loud crash, the wooden wedge on the door broke, and the door suddenly swung open inward. A strong wind rushed in, almost blinding Wang Huanzhen, blowing off the wooden hairpin in his hair, and causing his white hair to flutter wildly in the wind.

The wind was not only wild and chaotic, but also carried a thick, eerie aura. Whispers accompanied the wind, lingering in Wang Huanzhen's ears. How similar it was to the scene inside the coffin earlier!

What does this mean? It means that Wang Zhenhuan's earlier guess was correct. This thing is definitely not a benevolent being, and the wine it had Old Sun make certainly doesn't have the longevity-promoting effects it claimed to have.

Wang Zhenhuan's sealing of the wine jar this time undoubtedly alarmed the true owner. It seems the wine in the jar is very important to it. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so sensitive; it sensed Wang Zhenhuan even before he had fully sealed it.

Fortunately, Wang Zhen had come prepared, having used a protective talisman beforehand. Although the yin wind was fierce, its sleep-inducing effect was blocked. He didn't make any move, but instead frowned and looked outside.

Seeing that Wang Zhenzhen ignored the yin wind, the snow pile that Old Sun had swept aside on the open ground outside the house was suddenly blown up by the wind and formed a snow vortex in mid-air.

The surrounding chilling wind gradually subsided until it disappeared. After the snow in the vortex fell, a middle-aged man wearing a blue Taoist robe was revealed. This man was basically consistent with Old Sun's description.

His hair and beard were gray, but his face remained youthful. He had a slightly protruding, thunder-god-like mouth and held a whisk in his hand. He had an air of otherworldly grace; if an ordinary person saw him, they would most likely think they had encountered a celestial being descended to earth.

However, Wang Zhen was no ordinary person, and he was born with the Golden Eye. He immediately saw the dense demonic aura emanating from this person. This demonic aura was different from that of Ao Shuang; it was not refreshing at all, but instead carried a foul stench.

Wang Zhenhuan could smell it from a distance. He wrinkled his nose but didn't speak, wanting to see what tricks the old Taoist had up his sleeve. Seeing Wang Zhenhuan standing there without saying a word, the man thought he was frightened.

He then snorted coldly and said in a sharp tone, "Hmph! Who do I think you are, trying to ruin my cultivation? Turns out you're just a wandering Taoist priest. Since you've seen a senior, why don't you pay your respects?"

"Which lineage are you from? What is your Daoist name? Are the things this old man Sun did under your orders?" Wang Zhenhuan asked coldly, his expression unchanged.

The Taoist priest was taken aback by Wang Zhenhuan's words. He seemed surprised that Wang Zhenhuan would dare to question him. His face immediately fell, and he squinted at Wang Zhenhuan.

"You're young, but you've got quite the nerve! I am Luo Dianzi of Shangqing. Who are you?" the Taoist priest said coldly, looking at Wang Huanzhen.

Upon hearing his answer, Wang Zhenhuan's expression turned even uglier. He hadn't expected that this demon would actually dare to impersonate Shangqing Daoist, and a high-ranking Daoist of the Luo generation at that.

It should be noted that among the current generation of high-ranking Daoists of the Shangqing lineage, there are fewer than a dozen remaining, and most of them are engaged in solitary cultivation within temples. Daoist Master Luo Puzi, whom Wang Zhenhuan had previously encountered, is one such example.

Wang Zhenhuan had previously heard Ao Shuang mention that the seniority of the Shangqing lineage was: Lingxu Qingshouzheng, Gao Hongding Daluo. The Luo generation was the highest-ranking lineage currently existing in the Shangqing lineage.

Next are the Ling generation, like the fox spirit Ling Zhizi who was entrusted by Lin Qingyan to protect Wang Zhenhuan. This Taoist dares to impersonate someone from the Luo generation? Does he really think he knows nothing?

"Enough with the nonsense! You were blessed with wisdom, yet you don't know how to cherish it and instead act perversely. Do it first and talk later!" Wang Zhenhuan became even more convinced that this Taoist priest was a fraud and had no intention of arguing with him anymore.

As soon as he finished speaking, he gathered his energy and leaped out of the room. When the Taoist saw Wang Huanzhen make a move, he snorted coldly, waved his hand, and a cold wind rose again, concealing his figure in the wind.

After Wang Huanzhen arrived in the courtyard, he found that the Taoist priest had vanished. He took a deep breath, took out a yellow talisman, and began to chant incantations while making hand seals.

"By the decree of the Supreme Purity, by the command of mist and rain. Clouds return to the Jade Pool, winds settle in the nine heavens. The Supreme Lord Laozi, hasten as the law commands! Calm the wind!"

After chanting the incantation, he flung the yellow talisman in his hand. The talisman ignited upon contact with the wind and soared into the clouds. It vanished in a golden light, and the fierce, eerie winds around him disappeared instantly.

Wang Zhenhuan looked around. Although the wind had stopped, the Taoist priest had not yet revealed himself. However, he remained calm, having seen similar situations many times before. Moreover, he knew the principle behind invisibility magic—it didn't completely conceal one's form, but merely disguise it.

He was certain that Wang Zhen would sense the Taoist's actions. He lowered his head and closed his eyes. Listening intently, he heard a faint breathing sound to his right rear.

Wang Zhenhuan gathered his spiritual energy and a yellow talisman slid out from his sleeve. After chanting the incantation, he flung the talisman behind him, then used the momentum to propel himself forward along with it!

The yellow talisman exploded in mid-air, revealing the hidden Taoist priest. Wang Zhenhuan followed immediately, pointing at the Taoist priest's crown chakra...

A palm strike landed!