The ultimate master in the city

All eyes turned to them.

Zhou Fengchen was a little confused. These three women were definitely not human, but rather some kind of ghost. But with this aura and this tone, who among us was the monster?

Seeing the three women swinging their sleeves at him, he took two steps back, formed a hand seal, and his body instantly blurred, surrounded by dense shadows.

A low shout rang out: "Xuan Twenty, Shadow Kill!"

Then countless figures sprang up like lightning and struck the three women.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

what--

The three women, who had been high and mighty, were thrown back into the carriage even faster than when they arrived, their clothes disheveled and their appearance utterly wretched.

Zhang Shisan, standing behind, nearly dropped his jaw in astonishment. "Holy crap! The Demon-Subduing Hand Seal combined with the mysterious Big Dipper Steps, instantly creating 18 separate shadows—for Taoist martial arts to reach this level, to kill ghosts without using magical artifacts or talismans, Brother Zhou is truly something else!"

Monk Yuanzhi was honored, saying, "Of course!"

"I want to become sworn brothers with him, what do you think?"

"Haha, you'll have to ask him."

Almost everyone in the village stared wide-eyed. They hadn't seen what had just happened clearly, but the result was obvious: the young master had won, and won cleanly and decisively, in just a moment! It was simply too, too amazing, far surpassing all the previous masters; even a god had been defeated!

Grandpa hid behind the bamboo door, his body trembling with excitement. He clapped his hands hard, "That's great! A real Taoist priest has come. We can finally rest easy!"

After Zhou Fengchen finished off the three women, he landed on the ground, casually waved his hands, and scoffed, "Are you all idiots? What are you pretending to be?"

"The evil Taoist is fierce! Let's go!" The three women's expressions changed drastically. They quickly got up, waved their sleeves, and drove the carriage away, disappearing into the mist in an instant.

Zhou Fengchen turned around and laughed, "You two stay and guard the village, I'll go after them and see where they came from!"

Zhang Shisan and the other man nodded: "Be careful!"

"Know!"

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Beyond the smoke lay a vast, open mountain forest. The three women drove their fragrant carriage forward, swaying gently and moving at great speed.

Zhou Fengchen followed closely behind, chasing for about an hour, until they reached a river. The river wasn't very wide, but swimming across it in the dead of winter would still be quite a challenge.

The three women drove their carriage onto the river in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Fengchen was incredibly envious. That's the good thing about ghosts and monsters—they don't have human bodies and can fly.

He formed hand seals and used "Wind Shadow Escape" to leap onto the carriage almost instantly. He put his arm around a woman and said with a smile, "Where are you two going?"

The woman in his arms was startled and dared not move. A fragrance wafted over, very familiar, exactly the same as the fragrance emanating from the women of the Scattered Flower Cave, but much stronger.

The other two women were equally surprised, screamed, and lunged at them with their claws outstretched.

This makes it look more like a ghost, with long flowing hair, a pale face, and sharp claws like hooks.

Zhou Fengchen sneered, grabbed the woman in his arms and pushed her forward, "Come on! Kill her."

The two women barely stopped their claws, and said fiercely, "Where did you come from, you sorcerer, daring to oppose Granny Scattering Flowers?"

Zhou Fengchen shook his head. "First of all! I am not a heretical Taoist priest, but an upright and honorable one. Secondly, may I ask if Granny Scattering Flowers is the Ghost King Scattering Flowers?"

The three women exchanged a glance, their expressions changing again. The woman in their arms suddenly turned ice-cold, and her murderous aura surged. They shouted, "This evil Taoist priest is no ordinary person! Run!"

Zhou Fengchen cursed inwardly. This woman was ruthless; she was trying to take him down with her. He quickly shook her off and flipped over.

The carriage had already crossed the river, and Zhou Fengchen landed right on the riverbank. Petals were fluttering all around him, the soul of the woman who had committed suicide. They disappeared in the blink of an eye as they touched the ground.

The other two women had already fled two miles in a sorry state. Ahead of them was a towering mountain, and they had no idea what kind of place it was.

Zhou Fengchen gritted his teeth and continued chasing after them. When they reached the foot of the mountain, the two women had disappeared.

He searched around and found a deep cave in the weeds. It was too dark at night to see what was inside.

Scattering Flower Cave Girl... Mountain Cave...

Zhou Fengchen thought for a moment, then drew his ancient sword and carefully slipped inside.

The cave was large enough for a person to stand and walk in. The temperature inside wasn't cold; it was rather humid and warm. However, it was too dark to see how deep it was. When I took out a lighter and lit it, it only illuminated a small area, not the rest of the cave.

After groping my way in for about twenty minutes, I figured I was already inside the mountain and had finally reached the end.

At the end was a spacious area about the size of a house, with the walls covered in holes the size of basketballs, densely packed together. On one side was a stone platform that had been built by someone, on which sat a statue that looked like "Wu Dalang," not at all imposing or majestic. On the ground beneath the statue were more than a dozen tattered rags scattered haphazardly.

Zhou Fengchen scanned the area and noticed a hole in the wall.

All I could hear was a buzzing sound inside, I didn't know how deep it was. I made a handprint and felt something, and holy crap! It felt like there was yin energy, but then again, it felt like there wasn't. It was very strange.

I don't know if the two women crawled into those holes, but he couldn't get in, so it was impossible for him to catch them.

He glanced at the statue, then at the quilt on the ground, and couldn't help but imagine a scene: eight girls kneeling on the quilt, praying devoutly to the statue for seven days without eating or drinking, and their seven souls were probably lost at this time.

After thinking for a moment, he shouted to the surroundings, "Your Taoist master is here! Demons and ghosts, come and see me at once!"

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Come quickly... come quickly... come... come... come...

The echo was faint and indistinct, and there was no response for a long time.

Zhou Fengchen sighed, raised his knife, and slashed at the statue. "I'll destroy you, you damn thing!"

Snapped!

The statue fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces.

He looked around again, but still received no response. He shook his head, turned around, and left the cave, intending to return to the village.

When they came out of the cave and reached the river, they were in a dilemma. There was no bridge nearby. They had just come here in a carriage with three women. It was late at night and so cold. They couldn't possibly swim across.

Looking left and right, I subconsciously started walking along the riverbank to the left.

The moonlight was bright, and all around were desolate mountains and old forests, with shadows everywhere. A night bird suddenly cried out, adding to the eerie atmosphere.

Zhou Fengchen walked forward slowly, lowered his head and analyzed for a moment, vaguely guessing the truth about the Scattered Flower Cave Maiden. The original Scattered Flower Cave Maiden was a legend, a fictional thing or a kind of belief. However, in the last ten years or so, it has been used by some evil spirit. This evil spirit... is very likely the Scattered Flower Ghost King that I heard about some time ago.

Looking up, I suddenly saw a log bridge in front of me, and a person wearing a hat sitting on it, seemingly fishing, without moving at all.

Zhou Fengchen found it strange that someone would be fishing so late at night? This thing... has a unique interest!

Once on the bridge and beside the man, he looked down and saw that the man seemed to be a monk, wearing monk's robes but with a hat on, so his face and bald head could not be seen.

He glanced at the fishing rod again and asked, "Where can you see the swim bladder?"

The man shifted slightly and said in a high-pitched voice, "No need to look, use your senses!"

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