No martial art under heaven was impervious to all attacks; only speed was unbreakable.
That certain snake was usually languid, thoroughly embodying dull, card-like stupidity, like a salted snake basking in the sun. But once she made a move, she instantly mobilized every muscle in her body to reach the limits of speed, fighting and killing with incomparable seriousness.
The old monk Hui Xian sat in meditation, focused solely on chanting scripture. His sutras murmured on, suppressing the Ghostly Entity's power.
Bai Yujun's fists blurred in a rapid barrage. The slender figure in black sent the balloon-like female ghost flying from the front door to the back door, then from the back door to the left, then to the right. She knocked over bronze crane candlesticks and tore apart rotten paintings. Her little fists blasted the Ghostly Entity's Yin Energy out of its skin, while Hui Xian's scriptures dissolved that Yin Energy, suppressing and weakening the Ghostly Entity.
Bang bang bang—bang!
Using her explosive speed talent, she threw more than a dozen punches in an instant, sending the female ghost flying back toward the Ghost Cultivator. It rolled over, knocked down a screen, and smashed a blue-and-white porcelain antique vase.
In the center of the hall, atop the carpet, Bai Yujun slowly withdrew her fists and cast a disdainful glance at the evil cultivator, who was still drinking.
The evil cultivator did not even look at the female ghost beside him, beaten beyond human shape. He raised a hand and applauded.
"Good—very good—"
He rose, dragging his long robe as he took two steps forward, his burning gaze fixed on Bai Yujun.
"Your soul will also become my most precious collection. Perfect. Please do not struggle, lest you damage that precious skin. Ruining a perfect treasure is not wise."
Bai