Taoist Master, stop fighting. The Heavenly Path is almost destroyed

Chapter 8: Spirituality and Wisdom, Master Lianhua’s Shock and Speculation

Translator: yikaii Editor: absbx

Yi Chen naturally heard the discussions behind him, but at the moment, he paid no attention to the crowd of simpletons.

With the Four Heavenly Kings consisting of five individuals, wouldn’t it make sense for the Hundred Pace Fist to be executed with a kick?

Yi Chen tilted his neck, cracking his joints with a series of snaps.

He was determined to take down this jiangshi today; not even god could save it from him. The formidable strength and the exorcism attribute of the fifth layer of the Minor Pure Yang Gong perfectly countered the iron-armored corpse bride in front of him.

Seeing the corpse bride’s ghastly appearance, Yi Chen’s eyes glimmered with intense desire.

Was this terrifying jiangshi not the very source of deep red points he yearned for?

His eager gaze made the onlookers uneasy…

Did this Taoist Master Yi have some peculiar fetishes?

After all, this was a jiangshi!

Such unconventional tastes for a person of high status.

“Evil creature, surrender now!”

Yi Chen roared, charging towards the corpse bride like a cannonball.

The jiangshi, showing surprisingly human-like terror, prepared to defend itself despite its incredibly tough body, which could compare to an iron armor.

Had she been human, the kick might have sent her straight to her late great-grandmother.

Struggling to extricate itself from the wall, the corpse bride faced Yi Chen’s approaching figure with unleashed ferocity, shrieking at the sky before leaping forward, its body enveloped in dark necrotic energy, claws extended in a deathly embrace.

However, reality crushed its expectations.

A beautiful dream meets the harsh reality!

“Nine Heavens Thunder Double Kick,” Yi Chen’s voice came coldly.

The bride, leaping into the air, was struck once more, kicked and sliding across the stone street, sparks flying from the friction.

The sight made the onlookers’ teeth ache.

This was their first encounter with such a one-sided demon subjugation.

It was simply a unilateral beating.

“The county magistrate really has a discerning eye, specifically asking me to invite the Taoist Master from Hidden Dragon Temple to handle this demonic affair. The Hidden Dragon Temple truly is the backbone of our Fengyun County, truly infallible,” Constable Zhang, completely dumbfounded, murmured to himself.

However, Zhang now felt somewhat numb, sensing a disparity between Yi Chen and his master, Bai Yunzi…

Yi Chen, of course, paid no attention to the onlookers, as he was conducting a test on the efficacy of the fifth layer of Minor Pure Yang Gong’s qi against the demonic.

The current red-dressed iron-armored corpse, unable to withstand his might, served as an excellent experimental subject.

The recent “Nine Heavens Thunder Double Kick” was powered by a running start but lacked the full force of the “Hundred Pace Fist,” which had channeled pure Yang qi into his legs.

Thus, the impact, though visually dramatic, did less damage than his initial strike.

“It seems against a jiangshi shielded by necrotic energy, only pure Yang qi can break through their defenses,” Yi Chen mused.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted as he considered a possibility.

“Spiritual Awareness, the very essence my master constantly sought, could it be that against more formidable demonic beings, protected by powerful demonic, ghostly, or necrotic energies, ordinary methods are ineffective?”

“There’s no such thing as ants overwhelming an elephant unless their essence is comparable.”

“Strength is useful in combating demonic entities, but not significantly so; only with the augmentation of similarly essence-charged qi can one achieve more than the sum of their parts.”

A chilling realization made Yi Chen contribute involuntarily to global warming.

The depths of this world were unfathomable, and he felt out of his league.

The notion of dominating the world solely through enhancing physical attributes via origin points shattered.

It seemed that both deep red points and origin points were crucial; a two-pronged approach was necessary.

Shaking off these thoughts for the moment, the battle continued.

The red-dressed jiangshi, having slid across the ground, leapt up and hissed towards Yi Chen before hastily turning to flee towards the town’s outskirts.

In the opposite direction, Coach Ji, armed and accompanied by several able-bodied men, arrived just in time to block her path.

Yi Chen, momentarily stunned, hadn’t anticipated that a jiangshi would flee, let alone bare its teeth in defiance before escaping.

“Presumptuous!”

“Offend me and yet you wish to run?” Yi Chen bellowed in anger. With a powerful kick, he propelled himself forward, his legs bulging noticeably, leaving a small crater in the stone road as he shot towards the fleeing corpse bride like a cannonball.

Meanwhile, Master Lianhua arrived from another part of the street but was too far to intervene immediately. Seeing the scene, he urgently called out to Coach Ji to “stop it.”

Coach Ji, despite his short stature, welcomed the challenge.

His years of hard training in the Fiery Heart Technique had brought him to the threshold of being a first-rate master, capable of momentarily projecting his internal qi onto external objects.