This Could Still Be Found

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

At that moment, the Evil Warding Talisman tucked around his waist suddenly grew scorching hot.

Su Fan opened his eyes, lightning flickering in his gaze.

Damn it, isn't this going too far?

I even hid in a vegetable cellar, and you still won't leave me alone?

Su Fan's brows twitched slightly as a strand of Spiritual Sense slowly extended outward.

At that moment, two black-robed cultivators landed simultaneously on a rooftop.

"How is it over there? Did you find anything?"

"Nothing at all. The Rogue Cultivators have all run to the market."

"Damn it, those bastards from the demonic sects know nothing but how to make us run around..."

"Let's go. Once the market is breached, it'll be too late for us to go back..."

"Let's take another look around here. That'll count as giving those demonheads an explanation. Let's go..."

After speaking, the two separately controlled more than a dozen wandering spirits and began searching toward Su Fan's courtyard.

"Hiss..."

A fierce ghost suddenly let out a shrill hiss. Its Ghostly Shadow moved, instantly pouncing toward Su Fan's small courtyard.

The wandering spirits floating in the other directions also followed one after another.

For a time, dark winds raged as hissing filled the air.

Outside, shrill cries like ghosts wailing and wolves howling rang out one after another. The Evil Warding Talisman at his waist also kept releasing scorching heat.

Su Fan steeled his heart, rose from the ground, and stood with his sword in hand.

I hid in a vegetable cellar and still couldn't evade them.

Looks like I'll have to fight...

Inside the cellar, a dark wind suddenly blew out of nowhere, and the scene changed completely.

A pretty and delicate female cultivator appeared before Su Fan.

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

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

The female cultivator before him was the girl from the shop. Not long after she died, an Evil Cultivator had seized her soul and refined it into a fierce ghost.

The unwillingness she had felt after being killed by Su Fan had become the fierce ghost's sole resentment, making it extremely sensitive to his aura.

Just now, driven by the Evil Cultivator, it had sensed Su Fan's presence from far away.

Su Fan's gaze turned cold.

A spark of lightning flashed through his eyes, and the Lightning Eye Dharma Eye instantly saw through the illusory scene.

The graceful figure collapsed with a bang. The pretty face that had once been there twisted and changed, forming a savage, terrifying monster's face.

Sharp fangs jutted out, its tongue half protruding, while two pitch-black eye sockets glimmered faintly with a sinister light.

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

"Like your mother..."

Su Fan abruptly slapped the Evil Suppressing Talisman in his hand forward.

"Ah..."

The fierce ghost that had transformed into a female cultivator let out a shriek.

Countless scorching purple currents of electricity traveled along his arm to both of Su Fan's hands, and lightning instantly spread across the entire sword.

"Go to hell..."

He gripped the hilt with both hands and brought the sword down in a slash.

As the sword light flashed, the savage monster's face was split in two, and the Ghostly Shadow scattered into ash.

At that moment, faint shadows drifted in from outside one after another, gathering in the small courtyard.

These shadows were hazy and seemed to have no substance, yet they clearly had human outlines.

"Boom..."

A figure shot skyward from the thick snow.

Lightning flashed through Su Fan's eyes as he activated the Lightning Eye Dharma Eye.

He saw the courtyard packed densely with Ghostly Shadows, slowly surging in. The scene was exceedingly eerie.

Clusters of shadows seemed slow, yet were actually swift.

In the blink of an eye, layers of strange shadows shifted over and completely surrounded Su Fan.

Su Fan felt a heavy mass of Yin energy rush toward his face, making him shiver involuntarily.

"Whirlwind Slash..."

Using his right foot as the axis, Su Fan spun rapidly and swung the lightning-flickering dharma sword in a full circle.

The greatsword swept across, terrifying lightning blazing with scorching, dazzling radiance.

The wandering spirits surrounding Su Fan were instantly swept away, their Ghostly Shadows shattering one after another.

The remaining wandering spirits hissed and scattered in flight, fleeing cleanly in the blink of an eye.

Su Fan swept out with his Spiritual Sense and saw two people in the distance leaping across the rooftops, rushing toward him at high speed.

Although he did not know who they were, they were undoubtedly Evil Cultivators.

Since they had come for him, he might as well finish the job and wipe them all out.

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

The instant the thought arose, his figure had already drifted onto the rooftop and charged straight toward the two men.

The two Evil Cultivators had just arrived when they saw a figure rushing at them to kill.

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

Su Fan was caught unprepared and took the full blast.

"Zzz..."

A golden radiance rose from his body. Although it blocked the black sand, the light shield raised by the Adamantine Talisman was also corroded until it was riddled with holes.

Cold sweat broke out across Su Fan's body. What the hell is this? It's too sinister.

He hurriedly took out a Five Elements Spirit Armor Talisman and slapped it onto himself.

He had just finished activating the talisman when the other side flung over a long black cord that wrapped around him directly.

Fortunately, the Five Elements Spirit Armor Talisman had already raised a spiritual-energy armor, allowing it to block the black cord.

"Zzz..."

Billowing black smoke rose from the long black cord as it continuously corroded the spiritual armor.

The Dao Seed within Su Fan's body exploded with a boom. The long black cord seemed to have encountered its natural nemesis and shot back with a whoosh.

Lightning flashed beneath his feet. Using Lightning Ghost Step, he instantly appeared before one of the Evil Cultivators.

"Void Slash..."

Su Fan seized the momentum and brought his sword down.

Faced with that ghostlike movement technique, the Evil Cultivator was dumbstruck on the spot.

In his desperation, he suddenly slapped his chest.

"Buzz..."

A savage, terrifying ghost face popped out and blocked in front of him.

"Bang..."

The heavy dharma sword suddenly burst with dazzling lightning, instantly cleaving the ghost face apart.

"Ah..."

That Evil Cultivator died miserably, his body cleaved in two by the dharma sword.

Even in death, he could not understand how the Yellow Springs Ghost Mask, which he had fed with Essence Blood for years, could have been so utterly powerless.

How could he have known that Su Fan was now a gigantic anti-wolf stun device, the natural bane of all kinds of Evil Spirits and ghosts?

The Evil Cultivator beside him was dumbfounded as well.

What the hell...

Before he could recover from his daze, Su Fan drifted over soundlessly like a sheet of paper.

Evil Cultivators were all battle-hardened, and they acted with even greater treachery and cunning, possessing endless sinister arts.

He flung the black cord in his hand, and it wrapped around Su Fan like a venomous snake.

He reached out and took another talisman, just about to activate it.

Who would have thought that lightning would flash beneath Su Fan's feet, and he would suddenly vanish from where he stood?

"Not good..."

He hurriedly drew a black dharma blade and swung it down fiercely on instinct.

"Bang..."

The black dharma blade in the Evil Cultivator's hand flew from his grasp.

He only felt as though someone had smashed him with a great hammer. His entire body was sent flying more than ten meters.

He landed on a house's rooftop, rolled several times, and fell into a small alley.

He struggled to his feet and, without thinking, turned and ran. He did not even want the dharma artifact Ghost Luo Whip that he had used for years.

What the hell is there to fight? That guy on the other side isn't even human. I'd better run!

He fled for his life and took out a tube, giving it a yank.

"Boom!"

A streak of bright red fireworks shot into the sky and exploded with a roar, its brilliant radiance illuminating the pitch-black night.

"Bang..."

The courtyard wall beside him was smashed open, and a figure burst out with terrifying force.

"Bear Mountain Lean!"

The Evil Cultivator was rammed viciously and slammed heavily against the wall beside him. He spat out a mouthful of blood with a puff, and more than half the bones in his body were shattered.

At that moment, a dharma sword was pressed across his neck.

The man holding the sword had bandages wrapped around his face, revealing only a pair of eyes that glared fixedly at him.

"Fellow... fellow Daoist, spare my life..."

The man opposite him drew back the sword, and his vision went black as his entire head was sliced off.

Su Fan put away the dharma sword and looked up at the fireworks blooming in the sky, his gaze turning gloomy.

He reached out, yanked off the Evil Cultivator's Storage Bag, and turned to leave the alley.

Su Fan went to the other Evil Cultivator's side, pulled off his Storage Bag, and did not forget to pick up the black cord.

He ran home, stuffed all the spirit rice and Demonic Beast Meat into the Storage Bag, then hurriedly left the courtyard.

He could no longer stay here. What a pity about his more than a dozen vats of pickled vegetables and kimchi—the vegetable cellar had been dug for nothing too.

At that moment, most of the Rogue Cultivators in the shantytown had run to the market.

Su Fan sprinted madly through the pitch-black alley, fleeing toward the outskirts.

He had not gone far when he suddenly stopped.

He turned his head and used the Qi Gazing Art.

In the distant sky, a mass of gloomy black mist was rolling toward this place.

"Damn... it's Late Qi Refining..."

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

He knew clearly that he could not outrun it, and fighting was even more out of the question.

What to do? Just accept my fate, I suppose.

Su Fan slipped into a nearby room and took out that high-grade Invisibility and Qi Concealment Talisman.

After hesitating for a moment, he put it away.

Then he used the Spirit Concealment Art, held his breath, and leaned against the wall.

In the distance, a female cultivator emerged from the black mist. It was the demonic-sect female cultivator, Senior Sister Qinghuan.

She arrived at the alley and glanced at the Evil Cultivator's corpse and the huge hole in the wall beside it.

"Body cultivator..."

After sweeping out with her Spiritual Sense, her figure once again arrived at Su Fan's small courtyard.

"Lightning Cultivator? Doesn't seem like it..."

She sneered, forming a hand seal with her left hand and grabbing with her right.

A dark wind blew up out of nowhere in the small courtyard, gradually forming a phantom. It was precisely an image of Su Fan.

"Hmph... I've caught you..."

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

Although most of the nearby Rogue Cultivators had gone to the market, there had to be some who had stayed behind, right? He did not believe she could find him among so many people.

There had been no movement for so long. It should be fine now, right?

"Hiss..."

Suddenly, a strand of black smoke drilled in through the nearby window and instantly transformed into a ghostly hand that grabbed at him.

Lightning flashed beneath Su Fan's feet, and he had already appeared several meters away.

"They can find me even like this..."

He crashed through the door and used the Light Body Art, fleeing for his life across the shantytown rooftops.

At that moment, a mass of black mist seemed to drift over leisurely, but its speed was unbelievably fast. In the blink of an eye, it arrived above Su Fan's head.

Without thinking, Su Fan turned around and flung a talisman over.

"Boom!"

The pitch-black night sky was instantly lit up by dazzling light.

A huge Golden Greatsword emerged across the sky and viciously slashed toward the mass of black mist.

The demonic-sect female cultivator was startled as well.

She knew what she was looking at. This was a high-grade sword talisman of tremendous power.

She hurriedly formed seals with both hands. The black mist immediately transformed into a gigantic ghostly hand, which only barely managed to block the enormous sword light after exerting all its strength.

But she too was knocked to the ground by the Taiyi Golden Sword Talisman, her figure emerging from the black mist.

Before she could even catch her breath, the person opposite her was already charging over, wielding a greatsword.