Sorry, I Don't Understand

Wang Quan was surprised.

An evil being was actually saying all this to him?

Interesting!

At that moment, the fat evil being backed away. "I won't stop you, but I won't help you either!"

"As for whether you can redeem this Cafeteria, or redeem me, that depends on your own abilities."

"You're the mastermind behind the cleansing of the General's Tomb. We're most wary of you."

The fat fellow entered the kitchen, then appeared at a serving window with a vicious grin. "Guest, care for some monkey brains?"

Whoosh!

Wang Quan ignored him. Instead, his Yin Spirit drifted over to a bowl crawling around on the floor.

He opened his mouth and rattled off another recitation of the scripture.

The next second, the fat fellow behind the serving window suddenly snatched up a kitchen knife and hurled it viciously at Wang Quan.

Boom!

The kitchen knife spun like a bladed wheel, sweeping toward him with thick black smoke trailing behind it.

The cultivator beside him, present in his physical body, formed seals with both hands and spat out a mouthful of Dharma Power. It transformed into a giant mystic tortoise and blocked the knife.

Boom!

The kitchen knife spun back the way it had come.

A crack appeared in the mystic tortoise's shell.

The cultivator's expression shifted slightly. "That evil being's attack just now was equivalent to a casual strike from the Great Tomb General in his second form."

"Fellow Daoist, this is a little tricky!"

"Get ready to run!"

Wang Quan nodded.

At that moment, the fleeing tables, chairs, benches, bowls, chopsticks, plates, fine wines, and delicacies all raised their arms and shouted, "Kill him!"

"Eat him!"

"Awooo!"

"Charge!"

A steamed bun bounced across a table, then landed on one end of a fried dough stick. Using the evil fried dough stick's elasticity, it shot toward them like a cannonball with a piercing shriek.

A roast goose grabbed a flatbread and hurled it with all its strength. The flatbread spun, slashing like a bladed wheel.

A big fish carried a fish platter on its shoulder and wielded chopsticks, swimming across the floor as it swept toward them.

"Defend!"

The local cultivator formed seals and commanded the mystic tortoise to swallow them both.

The next second, the delicacies smashed the mystic tortoise apart.

"Go!"

The cultivator's expression changed drastically.

These evil delicacies and utensils were far too ferocious. Their combined attack was as terrifying as yesterday's full-powered strike from the second-stage Great Tomb General.

More terrifying still, he had seen that only some of the evil delicacies and utensils had attacked.

The far more numerous tables, chairs, and benches had yet to make a move.

"I can't hold them off!"

"Fellow Daoist, hurry... run?"

The cultivator backed away, turned around, and urged Wang Quan to flee.

But the moment he turned, he discovered that the space behind him was already empty.

Space shifted, and at the Cafeteria entrance:

Wang Quan had already withdrawn when the steamed buns and stuffed buns leaped up to attack.

As he withdrew, he also contacted his physical body, preparing to force his Yin Spirit back into it to escape the danger.

Fortunately, he had left the Cafeteria easily and had not been trapped.

The next second, the space beside him twisted, and the cultivator appeared, drenched in sweat.

Wang Quan asked, "Fellow Daoist, how are things inside?"

The cultivator shook his head. "Too dangerous!"

"You'll need at least twenty or thirty experts capable of descending in their physical bodies to protect you before you can cleanse the evil beings without worry."

"Otherwise... the next time you go in, those things will erupt and target you again!"

Wang Quan initially frowned, but when he saw the Cafeteria's door panels, he suddenly smiled. "We don't necessarily have to go inside to cleanse the evil beings!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the Cafeteria's windows, walls, and even structures such as its eaves and hall pillars.

These doors, windows, and hall pillars bore ghost faces with blue skin and fangs, grotesque, bizarre beasts, or strange arrangements of human body parts.

They sneaked glances at Wang Quan. When they noticed him pointing at them, they immediately covered their eyes and pretended to know nothing.

At that moment, Wang Quan said, "I'll cleanse every door and window, and every hall pillar."

"Then-carve Daoist Scriptures into them to suppress them."

"If the Cafeteria won't let me cleanse it from within, I'll destroy it from without!"

"How does that sound?"

The cultivator clapped. "Excellent!"

"Only... it'll be hard on you, fellow Daoist!"

Wang Quan smiled. "I'll work my methods outside while you weaken them inside."

"We'll coordinate from within and without, and try to restore the Cafeteria to normal as soon as possible."

"That way, whoever contributes more gets more of the rewards!"

The cultivator laughed heartily. "We're willing to follow you and feast on your scraps, fellow Daoist."

Wang Quan smiled without speaking, then examined a hall pillar outside the Cafeteria.

A great dragon covered in tentacles coiled around the pillar.

When Wang Quan looked at it, it crept around to the other side of the pillar, then cautiously breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next second, it heard scripture being recited behind it.

The great dragon turned its head, saw Wang Quan, and screamed. It scrambled up and down the pillar, desperate to hide immediately.

Yet no matter which direction it crawled, it could hear the [People-Crossing Scripture].

As the words of the People-Crossing Scripture transformed into chains and bound it to the pillar bit by bit, the Malformed Great Dragon clasped its claws together and wept. "Abba... abba... abba..."

Wang Quan said, "Sorry, I don't understand!"

The Malformed Great Dragon...

While Wang Quan cleansed the ghost faces and twisted reliefs on the hall pillars, the cultivator visited the Cafeteria alone.

The Cafeteria he entered was just as it had always been. All sorts of twisted delicacies sat on the tables, but they did not move.

The chefs rolled up their sleeves and bared their arms, brimming with murderous intent as they sought to put the arriving guests on the tables.

The cultivators only had to deal with the chefs.

And even the strongest of these chefs was only comparable to a Commandant-level evil being from the General's Tomb.

A few cultivators working together could easily clear them out.

But the Cafeteria I entered with the fellow Daoist who uses the People-Crossing Scripture was clearly much stronger.

It seems this stronghold's twisted building has set its sights on him.

Is it because he destroyed the General's Tomb? Or because he mastered the People-Crossing Scripture?

After obtaining Wang Quan's permission, a cultivator who had descended in his physical body led a group of top-tier Yin Spirits in carving Daoist Scriptures onto the door panels and hall pillars.

They began carving from the first volume.

Those in front carved, while those behind continuously spat out mouthfuls of Dharma Power, infusing them into the Daoist Scriptures.

Once a volume of Daoist Scriptures held over ten thousand strands of Dharma Power, it began to shine with a pure, bright light.

This light could illuminate only a small area around the characters.

Elsewhere, darkness constantly ate away at the Daoist Scriptures, seeking to extinguish their light.

Then another top-tier Yin Spirit carved the second volume, while the other Yin Spirits continued spitting out Dharma Power to empower it.

As more Daoist Scriptures were carved and more Dharma Power added, the first door panel became almost entirely enveloped in light.

Then strange noises rang out intermittently from inside the Cafeteria, battering the door panel.

With every impact, the Daoist Scriptures on the door panel dimmed a little.

But other Yin Spirits soon came over and spat out Dharma Power to reinforce and stabilize them.

Wang Quan no longer paid attention to any of this.

He drove out the many evil beings on the hall pillars, door panels, and window panels.

Late that night, his Yin Spirit returned to his body.

This time, its return brought an immediate surge of fifty points of yin virtue. His Yin Spirit also became more condensed, equivalent to the gains from gathering purple qi for over ten days.

The evil beings in the Cafeteria are powerful. Cleansing them is troublesome, but the returns are good.

He adjusted his condition, put away his Yin Spirit materials, and brought out thirteen sets of lungs. Using them in conjunction with the White Jade Plate, the lunar phase, and the other aids, he began practicing the Moon-Gathering Cultivation Method.

Though the Yin Spirit and yin virtue are good, Dharma Power remains the foundation.

I must refine two strands of Dharma Power every day, or even more.

After daybreak, I'll contact some kidneys and try out the [Yang Qi Furnace] spell.