The ultimate master in the city

The old woman ghost went almost insane. With a roar, she floated into the air wrapped in a thick cloud of black mist, and with a flash of her long sleeves, she slammed down on Zhang Shisan.

The sleeve was like Play-Doh, moving so fast that Zhang Shisan only had time to curse, "Damn! There's such a thing?" before he was slammed into the house with a "bang".

Zhou Fengchen was startled. He casually plunged the knife into the ground, bit his left index finger, drew several seals on his right palm, ran a few steps, leaped up, and launched a mid-air attack at the old woman ghost shrouded in yin energy: "Xuan Shijiu! Five Thunder Orthodox Method, Exorcise Evil and Subdue Demons, Palm Thunder! Swift!"

boom!

A flash of yellow light appeared, and the old woman ghost let out a muffled groan and flew backward. However, she flew back at an even faster speed, letting out a clear scream as she looked up at the sky. With a wave of her arms, a dense cluster of black shadows pierced through.

Caught off guard, Zhou Fengchen was stabbed more than a dozen times. The pain was icy and sharp, and the yin energy entered his body, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

He quickly somersaulted out and took a quick look. Those densely packed black shadows were actually all illusory needles, thread and scissors!

Seeing the old woman's ghost, shrouded in yin energy, rushing towards him again, he quickly drew his knife, dodged to the side with several backflips, then gritted his teeth and slashed his own arm, staining the entire blade crimson with blood. He then took several strange steps, holding the knife in both hands, and chanted incantations: "Second Xuan, Sword Control Technique! Raise your head to the blue sky, the Dao Ancestor is before you, the sharp blade can sprout wings, the steel edge can be like a sickle, a thousand slashes and ten thousand cuts can penetrate the earth, ten thousand slashes and ten thousand cuts can ascend to the heavens, I obey the decree of the Supreme Lord Laozi, hasten as the law commands! Go!"

Whoosh!

The knife seemed to have special effects added; with a swift turn, it darted towards the old woman's heart amidst the cloud of yin energy in mid-air, piercing through her in a flash and embedding itself in the ground with a whoosh, leaving no trace of blood.

"ah--"

The old woman let out a scream, her body surging with yin energy, but she didn't die. Enveloped in yin energy, she flew into the distance, her voice hoarse and weak as she cried out, "You two filthy Taoist priests! I won't let you go! I absolutely won't let you go!"

It disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Fengchen looked at the wound on his arm, gasped, ran to the front of the house to pull out the knife, and then rushed to the side room with a large hole in it. "Thirteen, is he dead?"

"Pfft!" Zhang Shisan kicked open the door and ran out, covered in blood. He spat out the dust in his mouth and said, "I'm not dead, but Old Ghost's sleeve slapped my head off and I got stabbed by a bamboo beam. Damn, what bad luck!"

As she spoke, she looked up and asked, "You're injured too?"

"Don't even mention it!" Zhou Fengchen shook his head. "That old guy was something else. My body is covered in cuts from the scissors."

Zhang Shisan chuckled and cried, pointing to the courtyard and asking, "Only the two young ones died, the old ones ran away, what do we do?"

"What else can we do? Chase after them! Otherwise, we'll have wasted our time!" Zhou Fengchen said, turning around and calling out, "Master Miao! Don't just stand there, come out and clean up a bit, go check on your wife."

The door to the small house was opened, and the three Miao men ran out shakily. When they arrived, without saying a word, they knelt down and kowtowed three times.

"You bootlicker! Get up!" Zhou Fengchen waved his hand impatiently and said to Zhang Shisan, "Where are those cloth talismans?"

"I didn't put up any talismans because I saw they didn't run away!" Zhang Shisan took out a cloth talisman.

Zhou Fengchen took it, took out a strip, wiped the blade, and using the old woman's ghostly aura, formed a hand seal: "Origin Finding Path, one point connects to the spirit, so be it! Go!"

The cloth talisman wobbled and flew away.

A rag can fly? The three Miao men stared in disbelief.

Zhang Shisan asked dryly, "What sect or school do you belong to? Your tricks are really something else!"

"What business is it of yours which sect I belong to!" Zhou Fengchen lifted his foot and followed. "Let's go!"

The two climbed over the courtyard wall and followed the fluttering cloth talisman.

……

At this moment, on a winding mountain road, a long RV was slowly moving along, with the bearded driver driving with complete concentration.

Soft music played in the carriage. Two men and two women, all in their early twenties, sat on the silk sofa. One of them, dressed in designer clothes and dressed fashionably, took a sip of red wine. "Su Ling, five years as a special forces soldier, finally discharged. Is this kind of life familiar?"

Across from him sat a girl with short hair and very delicate features, sitting up straight. Hearing this, she rolled her eyes and said, "Jiang Ming, if I had a choice, I would rather stay in the army."

The young man named Jiang Ming was taken aback. "Why? I really don't understand you. As the eldest daughter of the prestigious Su family in Donghai City, and a descendant of the ancient martial arts Su family, such a beautiful girl, why would you want to join the army? Are you crazy?"

Su Ling chuckled and said, "I like military life, I like those tough days. I'd rather die on the battlefield than wear makeup, pretty clothes, and dress up like a delicate young lady, fooling around with you weak, decadent rich young masters and ladies."

"Pfft—" The other man and woman burst out laughing. "Ah Ling, we admit we're being silly, but we're not weak at all. We're all descendants of martial arts families, trained since childhood. Only you would say we're weak!"

"That's right! I haven't lost my skills." Jiang Ming smiled smugly, then pointed around, "Besides, this isn't just messing around, it's called enjoying yourself. You can't just leave your money in the bank to earn interest forever, can you?"

Su Ling scoffed, "You drove all this way in your so-called limited edition RV to pick me up, and then leisurely drove all the way back to Donghai from the mountains. Isn't that just making a fool of yourself? I could have flown home by now."

"Hahaha..." The other three laughed.

Jiang Ming patted his belly and said, "I was showing off, but you found out. Anyway, if we hurry back now, we might be able to catch a good show."

Su Ling asked in surprise, "What kind of show?"

A girl chimed in, "It's said that a while ago a master appeared in our Donghai City who injured Master Xinglin of the Shaolin Temple's Tantric Dharma Hall and the monks of the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation!"

"What?" Su Ling was taken aback. "This... how is this possible? Master Xinglin is a master on par with my uncle! Not to mention the eighteen martial monks who are helping out."

Another boy proudly declared, "It's absolutely true! They say this expert is a young man in his early twenties!"

Su Ling regained her composure, pouted, and said, "Liar! I don't believe you!"

Jiang Ming said, "How could you be lying? It's true! This young man's surname is Zhou. His family owns a martial arts school, a restaurant, and real estate! But he got lost when he was a child and was raised by some master for eighteen years, where he learned martial arts. This time at Shaolin..."

Before he could finish speaking, the driver suddenly braked hard, and the four people in the car were thrown forward instantly. However, they immediately grabbed their seat belts and stopped themselves with a light touch on their feet, demonstrating their excellent martial arts skills.

Jiang Ming frowned. "Hey, you! How are you driving? Are you tired?"

"No, no, young master!" The driver with the beard turned around and pointed ahead, "A cloud of black mist suddenly appeared ahead, and I can't see the road!"

Just then, the car door was suddenly pulled open from the outside. A blur of motion, and an old woman covered in blood sat down among them, grinning widely. "Drive! Old woman, get out of the way!"

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