Found Even This

Inside the root cellar, Su Fan closed his eyes and circulated the Primordial Chaos Technique.

At this moment, the Evil Warding Talisman tucked into his waist suddenly became scorching hot.

Su Fan opened his eyes, electric light flowing within his gaze.

"Damn it, this is too much."

"I've already hidden in the root cellar, what more do you want?"

Su Fan's brow twitched, and a wisp of his divine sense slowly extended outwards.

At this time, two cultivators dressed in black robes landed simultaneously on a rooftop.

"How's it over there? Found anything?"

"Nothing. The Rogue Cultivators have all gone to the Market Town."

"Damn it, these scumbags from the Demonic Sect, all they do is cause trouble for us..."

"Let's go. If the Market Town falls, it'll be too late for us to go back..."

"Let's check this place too. It'll at least be an explanation for those demonic brutes. Let's go..."

After speaking, the two of them each controlled over a dozen Wisps and began searching towards Su Fan's courtyard.

"Hiss..."

A Fierce Ghost suddenly let out a piercing shriek. Its ghostly form moved, instantly pouncing towards Su Fan's small courtyard.

The Wisps floating in other directions also followed suit.

For a time, a chilling wind raged, filled with mournful cries.

The ghostly wails from outside continued to sound, and the Evil Warding Talisman at his waist kept emitting intense heat.

Su Fan gritted his teeth, stood up from the ground, and drew his sword.

"I hid in the root cellar and still couldn't escape. I have no choice but to fight..."

Inside the cellar, a gust of cold wind suddenly swept through, and the scene changed.

A beautiful female cultivator appeared before Su Fan.

Her deep, clear eyes looked at Su Fan resentfully as she walked towards him step by step.

"Why did you kill me? You clearly loved me..."

The female cultivator before him was the girl from the shop. Not long after she died, she was soul-snatched by Evil Cultivators and refined into a Fierce Ghost.

The unwillingness Su Fan felt when he killed her had become the sole resentment of this Fierce Ghost, making it extremely sensitive to his aura.

Earlier, when driven by the Evil Cultivators, it had sensed Su Fan's presence from afar.

Su Fan's eyes narrowed.

A flash of electric light flickered in his eyes. The "Lightning Eye Dharma Eye" instantly saw through this illusion.

The graceful figure collapsed with a bang. The originally delicate face twisted and transformed into a terrifying, monstrous visage.

Sharp fangs protruded, a tongue lolled out, and two dark, hollow eye sockets faintly glinted with eerie light.

Su Fan felt a chill run straight to the crown of his head, and the Dao Seed within his body suddenly exploded.

"Love your mother..."

Su Fan fiercely slammed the "Evil Suppressing Talisman" in his hand forward.

"Ah..."

The Fierce Ghost, transformed into the female cultivator, let out a miserable howl.

Countless scorching purple currents traveled along its arm directly to Su Fan's hands, and electric light instantly spread throughout the entire sword body.

"Go to hell..."

He gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands and slashed down.

As the sword light flashed, the monstrous face was split in two, and the ghostly form was annihilated.

At this moment, faint shadows drifted over from outside, gathering in the small courtyard.

These shadows were hazy, as if lacking substance, yet clearly had human outlines.

"Boom..."

A figure shot up from the thick snow, piercing the sky.

Electric light flashed in Su Fan's eyes as he activated the "Lightning Eye Dharma Eye."

He saw the dense ghostly shadows in the courtyard slowly surging forward, creating a very eerie scene.

Clusters of shadows moved, appearing slow but actually fast.

In an instant, layers of strange shadows moved rapidly, surrounding Su Fan in the center.

Su Fan felt a heavy wave of Yin energy wash over him, causing him to involuntarily shiver.

"Whirlwind Slash..."

With his right foot as the pivot, Su Fan spun his body and swung the lightning-crackling magic sword in a full circle.

The great sword swept out, and terrifying electrical energy emitted a scorching, blinding light.

The wisps surrounding Su Fan were instantly swept away, their ghostly forms shattering.

The remaining wisps shrieked and scattered, fleeing in all directions until none were left.

Su Fan scanned with his divine sense. Two figures were leaping across rooftops in the distance, rapidly approaching.

Even though he didn't know who they were, they were undoubtedly Evil Cultivators.

Since they were coming for him, he decided to go all out and kill them all.

He took out an "Adamantine Talisman" and slapped it onto his body.

As the thought formed, his figure already floated onto the rooftop, charging straight at the two.

As the two Evil Cultivators arrived, they saw a figure charging at them.

One of the Evil Cultivators took out a jar of black sand and flung it over.

Su Fan, caught off guard, was hit directly.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

A golden light erupted on his body. Although it blocked the black sand, the protective light shield generated by the Adamantine Talisman was also riddled with holes from the corrosion.

Cold sweat broke out on Su Fan's forehead. What was this stuff? It was too sinister.

He quickly took out a "Five Elements Spirit Armor Talisman" and slapped it onto his body.

Just as he activated the talisman, the opponent threw a black long rope, which immediately wrapped around him.

Fortunately, the "Five Elements Spirit Armor Talisman" had already conjured a spiritual energy armor, which blocked the black long rope.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

Black smoke billowed from the black long rope, constantly corroding the spirit armor.

The Dao Seed within Su Fan's body exploded with a roar. The black long rope seemed to have met its nemesis and instantly retracted with a "whoosh."

Lightning flashed beneath his feet. He unleashed the "Lightning Ghost Step," and his figure instantly appeared before one of the Evil Cultivators.

"Void Slash..."

Seizing the opportunity, Su Fan slashed down with his sword.

With his ghost-like footwork, the Evil Cultivator was stunned.

In a moment of desperation, he slapped his chest forcefully.

With a "hum," a ferocious and terrifying ghost face popped out, blocking in front of him.

"Bang..."

The heavy magic sword suddenly erupted with blinding electrical light, instantly shattering the ghost face.

"Ah..."

The Evil Cultivator died horribly, bisected by the magic sword.

Even in death, he couldn't comprehend how his "Yellow Springs Ghost Mask," which he had fed with his vital blood for years, was so easily destroyed.

He didn't know that Su Fan was now like a large stun gun, specifically designed to counter all sorts of evil spirits and monsters.

The Evil Cultivator beside him was also dumbfounded.

What the hell...

Before he could snap out of his daze, Su Fan floated over silently, as if he were a piece of paper.

Evil Cultivators were battle-hardened and acted with extreme cunning, employing all sorts of wicked techniques.

He swung the black rope in his hand, and it coiled around like a venomous snake.

He reached out and felt for another talisman, about to activate it.

Unexpectedly, lightning flashed beneath Su Fan's feet, and he suddenly vanished from his original spot.

"Not good..."

He quickly drew a black magic blade and slashed wildly based on instinct.

"Bang..."

The black magic blade in the Evil Cultivator's hand flew out of his grasp.

He felt as if he had been hit hard by a sledgehammer, and his entire body was sent flying over ten meters.

He landed on a rooftop, rolled a few times, and fell into a small alley.

He struggled to get up and, without a second thought, turned to run, abandoning the "Ghost Luo Whip" he had used for years.

No point fighting, the guy opposite was not human at all. He had to run.

He fled desperately, pulling out a tube and yanking it.

With a "boom."

A streak of bright red fireworks shot into the sky, exploding brilliantly in the heavens and illuminating the pitch-black night.

"Bang..."

A large hole was smashed through the adjacent courtyard wall, and a figure violently burst out.

"Bear Mountain Lean..."

The evil cultivator was slammed hard, plastered against the nearby wall, and spat out a mouthful of blood with a "poof," most of his bones shattered by the impact.

At this moment, a magic sword was held against his neck.

The person holding the sword had his face wrapped in bandages, revealing only his eyes, which stared intently at the evil cultivator.

"Fe-Fellow Daoist, spare my life..."

The person on the opposite side pulled the sword away, and the evil cultivator's vision went black as his entire head was severed.

Su Fan put away his magic sword and looked up at the fireworks still blooming in the sky, his gaze turning grim.

He reached down and pulled off the evil cultivator's storage bag, then turned and left the alley.

Su Fan went to the side of another evil cultivator, pulled off his storage bag, and didn't forget to pick up the black rope.

He ran home, put all the spirit rice and demonic beast meat into his storage bag, and then hastily left the courtyard.

He couldn't stay in this place any longer. It was a shame about his dozen vats of sauerkraut and pickles; the root cellar had been dug for nothing.

At this time, most of the rogue cultivators in the shanty town had gone to the market town.

Su Fan ran madly through the dark alley, heading outwards.

He hadn't run far before he suddenly stopped.

He turned his head and used the Qi Gazing Art.

In the distance, a sinister mass of black mist was rolling towards them in the sky.

"Damn... late stage Qi Condensation..."

Su Fan's face was filled with terror, his scalp tingling.

He knew clearly that running was impossible, and fighting was even less of an option.

What to do? Tough luck.

Su Fan ducked into a nearby house and took out a high-grade "Invisibility and Qi Concealment Talisman."

He hesitated for a moment, then put it away.

He then used the Spirit Concealment Art, held his breath, and pressed himself against the wall.

In the distance, a female cultivator emerged from the black mist. It was Senior Sister Qinghuan of the Demonic Sect.

She arrived at the alley and glanced at the evil cultivator's corpse and the large hole in the adjacent wall.

"Body cultivator..."

Her divine sense swept over the area, and she moved to Su Fan's small courtyard.

"Lightning cultivator, doesn't seem like it..."

She let out a cold laugh, formed a hand seal with her left hand, and grabbed with her right.

A gust of cold wind swept through the courtyard out of nowhere, gradually forming a phantom image – it was Su Fan's likeness.

"Hmph... caught you..."

Su Fan leaned against the wall, not daring to breathe.

Although most of the nearby rogue cultivators had gone to the market town, there were bound to be some who stayed. He didn't believe the other party could find him among so many people.

There had been no movement for so long; it should be fine now.

"Hiss..."

Suddenly, a black smoke snaked in through the nearby window and instantly transformed into a ghostly hand, lunging at him.

With a flash of lightning under his feet, Su Fan was already several meters away.

"They found me even like this..."

He smashed through the door and used the Light Body Art, fleeing desperately across the rooftops of the shanty town.

At this moment, a mass of black mist, which seemed to drift slowly, was actually moving at an incredible speed, reaching the top of Su Fan's head in the blink of an eye.

Without thinking, Su Fan turned and flung a talisman at it.

With a "boom."

The pitch-black night sky was instantly illuminated by a blinding light.

A massive golden giant sword appeared in the air and fiercely slashed towards the mass of black mist.

The female cultivator of the Demonic Sect was also startled.

She knew what she was seeing; this was a high-grade sword talisman with immense power.

She quickly formed hand seals with both hands, and the black mist transformed into a giant ghostly hand, using all its strength to barely block the enormous sword light.

However, she was also struck down to the ground by the "Taiyi Golden Sword Talisman," revealing her form from the black mist.

Before she could even catch her breath, the person opposite her swung a great sword and charged at her.