Another Gain of Malevolent Qi

In the dark room, the Old Daoist Priest's words were chilling and wicked.

Master Sun, impaled by the Whisk, felt his life force gradually fading.

He had the sensation of his life being drained away. He stretched out his left hand, trembling, and pointed at the Old Daoist Priest.

"Evil cultist, you're an evil cultist, you wicked Daoist!"

"Evil cultist?" The Old Daoist Priest burst into laughter. "Compared to a lunatic like you, I'm hardly evil. You're far more wicked than I am. To save your own life, you'd drain the lifespan of your own daughter to use her as a stepping stone. Now, who's the evil cultist?"

The Whisk in the Old Daoist Priest's hand slowly pulled out.

Every time it pulled out, Master Sun twitched.

"Why did I ever listen to a wicked Daoist like you?"

Master Sun's eyes began to cloud over. He turned to look at his daughter in the coffin, and suddenly, as if at the moment of death, he awoke to realization.

"You never intended to help me. All you wanted was to use me to get the lifespan you desired."

The Old Daoist Priest yanked the Whisk out completely. He looked at Master Sun, who lay lifeless on the ground, and said indifferently, "Ah, humans covet too many things in this life. When greed takes hold of you, that's when I can exploit you. There's no one else to blame."

Having said this, the Old Daoist Priest slowly approached the coffin. He looked at Miss Sun, who was sound asleep, and greed flashed in his eyes.

"What a beautiful woman. It's a shame she met a father as foul as sewage. Since she's going to be killed by me anyway, you might as well serve your final purpose."

As he spoke, the Old Daoist Priest actually prepared to unbutton Miss Sun's outer clothing.

"It's been a long time since this poor Daoist touched a woman. The method of cultivating yin to replenish yang has become a bit rusty. Today, I'll let you help this poor Daoist get reacquainted."

A lewd, depraved smile appeared on the Old Daoist Priest's face.

Just then, the Old Daoist Priest, who was about to reach out, suddenly felt his hair stand on end.

The temperature in the room had already dropped significantly; an ordinary person entering would need to wear several layers of clothing.

Yet, even in this rapidly cooling environment, the Old Daoist Priest could feel his hair prickling.

He found this scene too bizarre.

A whooshing sound echoed.

After the whooshing sound, it was accompanied by the sound of a door opening.

In a critical moment, the Old Daoist Priest flung his Whisk out. In an instant, he found the Whisk wrapped around a long sword.

Following the sword with his gaze, he saw a person whose face was covered by black cloth, making their appearance indiscernible.

The Old Daoist Priest could see through the person's eyes that there was a hint of excitement in their gaze, and that excitement actually stemmed from the coffin beside him.

"I can't believe that after wandering the jianghu for so many years, this poor Daoist would be secretly spied upon. In that case, you can leave your life behind."

The Old Daoist Priest sneered, exerting force with the Whisk in his hand. A tremendous force enveloped the long sword, intending to pull Shen Bai closer.

Just then, the Old Daoist Priest saw a fist, wrapped in golden light, gradually enlarge.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a heavy thud, the Old Daoist Priest felt dizzy and a sharp pain in his face.

His left cheek was deformed by Shen Bai's punch.

Shattered bone fragments pierced through his skin, and blood gushed out.

The Old Daoist Priest fell to the ground, looking at Shen Bai with terrified eyes.

Shen Bai said indifferently, "I thought you were more impressive. You could only take one punch."

The Old Daoist Priest's face was already disfigured, but upon hearing Shen Bai's words, his eyes widened.

"Who exactly are you? In Ascending Cloud County, I know all the experts, but I don't know you."

"I've never seen this sword technique or this fist technique. Who exactly are you?"

Shen Bai smiled, "Who I am, what business is it of yours? Don't move around recklessly for now, otherwise, I'll have no choice but to reluctantly kill you."

At this point, Shen Bai's gaze lingered on the coffin.

The cold emanating from the coffin was growing heavier.

As the cold mist emerged, Shen Bai could see that Miss Sun's face in the coffin was completely devoid of color.

"The Sophora Tree's method of harming people seems to be through illusions," Shen Bai said, stroking his chin.

Seeing this, the Old Daoist Priest suddenly had an idea, "You want to destroy this coffin?"

He tried to scramble to his feet, using both hands and feet.

But the next moment, a scream erupted.

The Old Daoist Priest's hands were sliced by the long sword. As blood sprayed, his arms fell to the ground.

Shen Bai turned back and glanced indifferently, "I told you to be well-behaved. This time, it's just cutting off your two hands. If there's a next time, it'll be your two legs. And if there's yet another time, it'll be your head."

The Old Daoist Priest's face was covered in sweat. He rolled on the ground, his eyes filled with venom as he looked at Shen Bai.

"You're finished. You're dead."

Shen Bai slowly said, "Just because you've lost both your hands, you think I'm doomed?"

"Without my suppression, this coffin will kill you!"

The malevolence in the Old Daoist Priest's eyes intensified.

Just then, Shen Bai noticed everything around him suddenly change.

"Hehehe, hehehehehe..."

A chilling laugh echoed through the room.

Following that, Shen Bai saw a figure materialize from blurry to clear.

A Red-Clad Woman, her head covered by a Red Head-Covering, gracefully approached Shen Bai.

The woman's hands, exposed from her sleeves, were as pale as paper, and her black fingernails were steadily growing longer.

The Old Daoist Priest burst into laughter, blood spraying from his mouth as if it were worthless. "You're finished, you're finished! This is made from a wisp of that thousand-year Sophora Tree's branch. Malevolent Qi breeds within it; even a single wisp of its branch is a Bizarre Entity! You can't withstand it."

A flash of sword light, and a majestic, righteous aura surged from the longsword.

The Red-Clad Bride before him dissolved into black mist in the sword light and vanished.

A wisp of Malevolent Qi appeared before Shen Bai, which he collected into his possession.

The surrounding scenery disappeared, and the coffin cracked, shattering into pieces on the floor.

The chill gradually dissipated, and in an instant, the room's temperature returned to normal.

The Old Daoist Priest's words caught in his throat, his face filled with shock as he stared at Shen Bai.

"How is this possible?"

"Even a master of the Daoist Canon Realm couldn't achieve this! Are you perhaps in the Three Treasures Realm?"

"Impossible! I know all the Three Treasures Realm masters in Ascending Cloud County, and no new masters have appeared recently. How could this be?"

Shen Bai chuckled slightly. "Whether it's possible or not, we can discuss it later. Right now, I'm particularly interested in something else, so you'll have to bear with me for a moment."

"Bear with you?"

The Old Daoist Priest was puzzled.

Two more flashes of sword light.

Immediately after, the Old Daoist Priest felt a sharp pain in his legs. When he looked down, his legs had automatically detached from his torso.

"Ah!"

The Old Daoist Priest screamed again.

Shen Bai grabbed the Old Daoist Priest by the collar and slowly walked out of the room, speaking as he went.

"No choice. To be careful, I had to cut off your legs. Just two legs, is there really a need to scream so miserably?"

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