We each slew five white-robed specters.
Though several cuts were made across our bodies, they were not serious.
Now, our blood surging, we prepared to finish off the last three.
Mo Ting’s chuunibyo had his blood boiling.
He had always admired human heroes from anime.
Ever since he was young, he’d dreamed of becoming such a hero himself.
Now, he had become disciple to Daoist Master Tang.
Just like me, he was now a novice Daoist priest.
Facing these last three white-robed specters, not yet strong, he was already eager to fight.
When I spoke, he became even more excited.
He quoted lines from his anime characters:
“A hint of cold light arrives first, then the spear emerges like a dragon. Hasa ge!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Ting raised his peach-wood sword and charged forward.
It was as if he had forgotten he had a broken rib and still had splints on his chest and back.
I was used to Mo Ting’s chuunibyo remarks.
Without any hesitation, I raised my peach-wood sword and lunged at the last three white-robed specters.
Seeing me and Mo Ting charge, the three specters also cried out and lunged forward.
These specters seemed to have little intelligence, more like controlled walking corpses.
The three white-robed specters raised their claws and swiped at us.
I gripped the Bagua mirror in my hand and smashed it at the one in the middle.
As the distance was not far, the Bagua mirror in my hand hit her face on the spot.
The female white-robed specter instantly fell to the ground, clutching her face and crying out in pain.
Seizing the opportunity, Mo Ting and I each found one and acted swiftly.
Facing us, armed with peach-wood swords, one-on-one, white-robed specters of this cultivation level were no match for us.
Within moments, we had both forced the two white-robed specters to retreat.
Since I was not injured, my movements were more agile and my strength greater.
The peach-wood sword in my hand was my master’s exclusive peach-wood sword, possessing strong suppression power against evil spirits.
We also had an advantage in attack range.
Therefore, the white-robed specter I faced could not hold on after a few rounds.
I was forced to retreat repeatedly.
Finding an opportunity, I ran him through with my sword in the woods.
By the time I killed this white-robed specter, the female white-robed specter, who had been smashed by the Bagua mirror, had also gotten up.
Now, raising her claws, she lunged at me.
Her face was still bloodied and charred by the Bagua mirror.
“Eat, I will eat you!”
A low, hoarse voice sounded.
Seeing the charging female white-robed specter, I merely darkened my expression slightly.
I thrust forward with my sword. The female white-robed specter, however, ignored the searing Yang energy on the peach-wood sword.
She grabbed the peach-wood sword fiercely with both hands, letting her hands smoke and burn without letting go.
Then, she lunged forward, opening her mouth to reveal fangs.
She intended to bite me in this manner.
But she was too naive. Her cultivation was, after all, not that of a headless fierce specter.
In terms of strength and speed, there was no comparison.
The moment she lunged at me, I drew a talismans to suppress evil with my left hand.
I slapped it onto her forehead.
The forehead of a specter is also called the Ghost Gate.
My master said this is the weakest point of a specter.
If talismans are applied here, it often yields twice the result with half the effort.
With this talisman, the specter let out a cry and was knocked back.
Before she could get up, I dropped the peach-wood sword, quickly forming hand seals with both hands.
The moment she rose, I had finished forming the seals.
Following a low cry, I said:
“Urgent as the law commands, enshrine!”
A white light flashed, and the talisman exploded with a “boom.”
The white-robed specter could only dissipate into thin air amidst the power of the talisman.
Having consecutively slain two white-robed specters, I felt a great sense of accomplishment.
Thinking back to just a month ago.
I was still troubled and distressed by being haunted by unclean entities, paranoid, and suffering from neurasthenia.
And now, I had become a Daoist apprentice, a novice Daoist priest.
I could independently confront and even kill specters.
Life is unpredictable; fortunes change.
I took a deep breath, picked up my peach-wood sword, and ran towards where Old Mo was fighting.
By the time I saw Mo Ting, he had also slain the last white-robed specter with his sword.
Thus, all eight white-robed specters summoned by the demonic cultivator Miao Nanzi were killed by Mo Ting and me.
Seeing me approach, Mo Ting smiled gently:
“Brother Qin, did you finish off those two specters?”
“Yes, all dealt with. Are your bones alright?”
Although Mo Ting had killed his specter, I watched him cover his rib area, indicating he was in pain again.
Mo Ting shook his head:
“I took painkillers before coming. I can still manage.
Let’s go check on Master…”
Seeing Mo Ting say he was fine, I felt somewhat relieved.
Nodding, I then headed towards the wooden shed with Mo Ting.
From a distance, we could already hear the sounds of fighting, “bang, bang, bang.”
It was evident how fierce the fight was for Master and the others.
When we arrived at the perimeter of their battle, we saw that the wooden shed had already collapsed by half.
Daoist Master Tang had once again transformed into his “inflated” state, using the “Invoking the Divine” technique, his upper body enlarged by a size.
His cheeks puffed, and he swung his peach-wood sword wildly.
My Master followed closely by his side, wielding a copper coin sword with mastery.
Facing them two-on-one, the demonic cultivator Miao Nanzi found himself in a difficult position.
Not only that, but Miao Nanzi was kicked back by Daoist Master Tang.
My Master threw the copper coin sword in his hand, clasped his hands together, and suddenly roared:
“Heaven and Earth are boundless, Qiankun lends its power!”