Chapter 107: Earth-shattering News Update 1 Seeking Flowers

  Boom! (Updated once, asking for flowers)

  "Stubborn old man!" Wu Zhengxie sneered, curling his lip. "With your little bit of strength, you think you can come and help? If you don't get in the way, Master Bai will be grateful."

  "Righteous evil," Yan Jing slightly furrowed her brow, "although the old man's strength is not as good as yours, this courage to challenge the evil demon is worthy of admiration. Can you speak in a better tone?"

  "It's alright," said Old Guo with a smiling face, shaking his head. "Senior is very powerful, I admire that. Besides, Senior was right in scolding me just now. However, I've already seen through life and death, my greatest hope for this lifetime is to have a fight with the true evil demons. Please, Senior, fulfill my wish."

  Old Guo looked at Wu Zhengxie with a resolute face, his sharp eyes didn't flicker in the slightest, which meant that Old Guo's heart was indeed thinking this way.

  "Aren't you afraid of death?" Wu Zhengxie repeated, somewhat disbelieving. "I'm telling you, once the fight starts for real, I won't have time to care about you."

  "Senior, I won't cause you any trouble. Please rest assured."

  "What an old stubbornness!" Wu Zhengye rolled his eyes, but didn't continue to drive him away.

  Seeing this, Yan Jing also smiled lightly, "Zheng Xie, I knew you were a kind-hearted person with a hard mouth and soft heart."

  "Huh, a good person? A good person will get himself killed." Wu Zhengxie shook his head, "Since he's determined to die, I couldn't stop him anyway?"

  "Alright, I know you're stubborn," Yan Jing gave Wu Zhengyi a white eye, with an appearance that was as charming as possible. "You've gone out now, be careful, if you can't handle it then hurry back out, I don't want anything to happen to you."

  "Wait!"

  Wu Zheng's eyebrows slightly furrowed, "Xiao Jing, hand me the duster."

  Upon hearing this, Yan Jing didn't hesitate and handed over the dust-clearing great knife in his hand to Wu Zheng Xie, "What's wrong?"

  Next to him, Guo Shouzheng couldn't confirm the power of this duster knife, but with his discerning eye, he could see that this duster knife was condensed from energy and not a physical object. For a moment, Guo Shouzheng couldn't help but look up to Wu Zhengyi again, secretly praising him, "Good technique, using one's own yuan force to condense an attacking artifact, and it can last for so long, is this the powerful ability of the Dan Soul Realm?"

  In fact, he didn't know that even a true Danxun realm strongman couldn't achieve this step.

  The yuan force condenser, this is actually very simple, as long as the person with real strength in the yuan force realm can do it, but if you want to hand over the condensed attack instrument to others, the duration will be very short. Because outsiders cannot infuse yuan force into the instrument, even if the holder has also cultivated yuan force, they cannot do it either. Everyone's yuan force attributes are different.

  Receiving others' yuanli (primordial energy) requires refinement before it can become one's own thing.

  However, Wu Zhengxie was a bit special. The mysterious yuan force at his brow was not on the same level as 'yuan force'. Even so, he could only maintain the dust-cutting knife conjured from a drop of yuan blood for ten minutes.

  However, he has another way of doing this.

  Only to see Wu Zhengye stretch out his hand and pat his own brow, then open his mouth and spit out seven drops of golden essence blood.

  At the moment when the seven golden blood droplets appeared, a burst of golden light flashed, and a powerful pressure from the depths of the soul swept out in an instant. The five ghosts behind Yan Jing were terrified and fled towards the outside of the office. Each ghost trembled with fear, but the male ghost with a gentlemanly demeanor was slightly slower by half a beat. As soon as he was illuminated by the golden light, he let out a miserable cry. The heavenly soul's body instantly became illusory...

  This scene caused Guo Shouzheng's pupils to shrink rapidly. Although his strength had only just entered the Yuanli realm, the experience and reputation he had accumulated over the decades were not something that Wu Zhengxie could compare with. In front of Wu Zhengxie, he respectfully addressed him as "senior", but in the capital, those high-ranking officials and wealthy merchants also respectfully addressed him as "master".

  It was precisely because of this that he had collected many lost ancient books of Taoism over the decades, among which the cultivation systems of various schools of Taoism and the differences in strength between each level and each step were already deeply etched in his mind. It wasn't until he saw Wu Zhengyi's few drops of golden blood that he couldn't help but feel a shock to his heart.

  "Primordial... Primordial Spirit's Essence!!" Guo Shouzheng trembled with his voice, "Senior, you... you actually cultivated the Primordial Spirit's Essence."

  "What is the essence of the origin?" Wu Zheng's eyes narrowed as he glanced at Guo Shouzheng, "Do you know this fate?"

  As they spoke, Wu Zhengyi waved his hand and seven golden threads instantly embedded themselves in the hilt of the dust-sweeping great knife, forming a pattern that was exactly the same as the arrangement of the Big Dipper.

  The big knife was in the seven drops of fate, and in an instant, it flashed a golden light, but this golden light was only a flash, and then it returned to its usual calm appearance.

  He handed the Dust Sweeper back to Yan Jing, and Wu Zhengyi nodded slightly. "Now that I've borrowed the power of the Seven Star Space, the power of this Dust Sweeper should be about ten times stronger than before, and its duration... If you don't use its power, it can last for at least an hour without a problem. You take this Dust Sweeper and keep an eye on the five ghosts below. If they try to rebel, don't give me any face, just kill them directly."

  Taking the big knife handed over by Wu Zhengxie, Yan Jingai stroked it gently as if reluctant to let go, then smiled at Wu Zhengxie, "Zhengxie, you must be careful, I know your abilities. If Old Guo is in danger later, you must lend a hand to help, okay?"

  You are all fellow practitioners, and you should work together to deal with evil demons. If I cultivate with you in the future, I will also stay behind."

  With a helpless wave of his hand, Wu Zhengyi muttered gloomily, "It seems that in the future, teaching you the Taoist arts will indeed be a chore."

  Yan Jing went out, holding a dustpan-like great knife that was transformed from her spiritual power, looking majestic and powerful.

  "On the second floor corridor, she glanced at the five ghosts hiding in the corner, trembling with fear and said lightly, 'Go to the first floor, don't worry, as long as you behave yourselves, this young lady won't lay a hand on you.'"

  After that, Yan Jing slowly walked down the stairs until he stood in the middle of the first floor hall. Only then did Wu Gui carefully come down from the second floor corridor corner, their eyes filled with extreme fear as they looked at Yan Jing, or rather, the dustpan knife in his hand.

  The five ghosts have a kind of intuition, if they are within ten meters of Yan Jing's hand holding the dust-cutting knife, they will be crushed by that powerful soul and turned to ashes, losing their chance at reincarnation forever.

  Looking at Wu Gui's fearful appearance, Yan Jing's heart couldn't help but feel a slight sense of satisfaction.

  At what time, this ghost door market that made more than a million citizens of H city change color when talking about it, directly or indirectly killed nearly ten people's powerful ghost, now also trembles with fear in front of her calm face.

  Yan Jing was after all just a twenty-four-year-old girl, and under her pleased expression, the corners of her mouth curved up into an enchanting arc.

  With a wave of his hand, he slashed a few times in a calm and enjoyable manner, but this action scared the five ghosts back by more than ten meters.

  It's almost 6:30 in the evening, and outside, the sky has already darkened, but outside No. 144 Beimen Road, Guimeng City, there is a dense crowd of people surrounding it, regardless of whether they are male or female, old or young, tall or short, fat or thin, everyone seems to have forgotten about dinner time, and with unblinking eyes, they stare through the glass wall at the changes on the first and second floors inside.

  "Hey, look quickly, a woman has come out."

  In front of the crowd, a middle-aged man suddenly shouted, instantly attracting the attention of hundreds of people behind him, "Hey, it's really true, take a look, everyone, what is that woman holding in her hand?"

  "Ah, could it be an immortal artifact?"

  "I say, have you been watching too many immortal dramas? You're talking about sacred artifacts? That's clearly a divine artifact."

  "Ridiculous! A divine artifact? Divine artifacts are extremely rare even in the immortal realm, and only super big shots can get them. How could they possibly appear so easily in our mortal world?"

  "Your brains have all been washed clean. What kind of immortals or gods are there in this world? That woman's hand should be holding a fluorescent light that looks like a big knife."

  "Cut! You don't understand anything!"

  "No, that should be a magic weapon. The door was not lit inside, and the weapon shone with a faint light. In our China, only a magic weapon can have such an effect."

  "Huh, big brother, you've also studied about magical tools?"

  "It's a shame, I'm just an old man who has lived for a few more years, and had the good fortune to have seen a real jade pendant once."

  "Haha, good luck to you, brother. This mysterious artifact is something that ordinary people like us can only dream of. I've heard that when an artifact encounters evil spirits or bad energy, it will flash with light. And this Ghost Gate City is the most dangerous place in our city. Now that the artifact is flashing, it seems that there's indeed danger inside."

  "Brother, you're right. The light from this treasure has confirmed the notorious reputation of this Ghost Gate City. Alas, I, Liu Bo, have spent my whole life practicing Taoism, with countless scriptures and a self-proclaimed exceptional talent, only one character away from surpassing even 'Bo Wen' himself. But alas, I had no chance to meet a master who could guide me on the path, ah, how I regret it."

  "You little scoundrel, this sentence of yours is indeed a great truth. You are called 'Liu Bo', and it's true that there is only one word difference between you and 'Liu Bowen', but the difference of one word can lead to a mistake of a thousand miles. Haven't you heard this saying before?"

  "Huh? That girl has turned around, quick, look at her brow, why is there a glow on her brow?"

  "Ah, really, her brow is actually shining."

  "Could it be another artifact?"

  "Where did so many magical instruments come from? That's obviously a glowing night pearl."

  "Damn night pearl, is there a night pearl that emits golden light? You 2B."

  "Hmm, this girl seems familiar? She's really pretty too!"

  "Damn it, you're so used to seeing beautiful women."

  "My grass, I'm really familiar with this place, it's just that I don't see very clearly now, but once she comes out, I'll definitely recognize her."

  "You can recognize, I can also recognize......"

  "Honey, do you want to get to know that beautiful woman?"

  "Cough cough, no way, I was just arguing with that kid."

  "Hmph, if you really want to get to know me, then go ahead and try, I'm just afraid you don't have the guts."