The Wood Spirit Elder fell to the ground after I hit her with a talisman.
Her body began to convulse uncontrollably, evaporating and disintegrating.
As wisps of green smoke rose, she was on the verge of vanishing entirely…
While excited by the turn of events, Mo Ting noticed I was panting heavily and my face was pale.
He rushed over:
“Brother Qin, Qin Ge, Qin Ze, what’s wrong? Why are you breathing so hard?”
He then gently rubbed my back.
I was hunched over slightly, covered in a cold sweat.
Swallowing, I waved my hand and said:
“I-I’m fine, I’ll be alright after a rest!”
Mo Ting seemed somewhat relieved hearing my response:
At the same time, he spoke with solemnity, in a very chuunibyo manner:
“Brother Qin, I never expected your Daoist cultivation to be so profound.
At such a young age, to be able to wield talisman techniques, you are absolutely a chosen one. I am truly impressed, brother.”
As he spoke, he clasped his hands together in greeting towards me.
I chuckled twice, not feeling particularly mighty.
After all, this was merely a method of exorcism.
In my master's eyes, this "Evil Suppressing Talisman" was barely an introductory charm, something he could cast with ease.
And I had been learning for about a week.
Yet, after casting it once, I felt utterly drained.
It was clear how vast the gap was between my master and me.
Today’s successful casting also involved a significant amount of luck.
Without feeling smug, I replied with humility:
“You flatter me! I’ve only just learned it.
Let’s not waste any more time. Let’s take advantage of this opportunity.
We need to nail the talismans onto the Yellow Horn tree.
That way, the Wood Spirit can’t play any more tricks.”
Although Mo Ting’s words were often chuunibyo, he wasn't foolish.
He nodded, his chuunibyo spirit still evident:
“Understood! Our mission to slay demons and eliminate evil is tonight. I have three talisman nails with me…”
Saying this, he took out a piece of yellow cloth from his pocket.
Inside were three silver talisman nails.
At the same time, I also took out the coffin nails I carried:
“I have three coffin nails here as well! Let’s hit her with all of them, nail this thing down!”
I said fiercely, looking at the Yellow Horn tree.
Because the Wood Spirit's essence had been severely depleted earlier, a large portion of the Yellow Horn tree had withered.
Dry, yellow leaves were scattered everywhere.
Mo Ting grunted, and without further hesitation, we two quickly approached the Yellow Horn tree.
Arriving before the Yellow Horn tree, we looked at its thick trunk.
We picked up bricks from the roadside and prepared to drive in the talisman nails.
However, just as we were about to act, the giant Yellow Horn tree suddenly trembled.
Its thick roots seemed to writhe.
On the massive trunk, a human face vaguely emerged.
Seeing this, Mo Ting and I were startled and immediately became vigilant.
But in the next second, we heard the emergent human face emit a plea towards Mo Ting and me:
“No, please. Please, spare me! Spare me…”
Hearing this vague and jumbled plea, Mo Ting and I exchanged glances, frowning slightly.
It seemed the Wood Spirit, with its primordial spirit broken, had become a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, posing no threat.
I breathed a sigh of relief and gave a cold smile.
If we had been the ones to lose the fight earlier, would she have spared us?
Besides, if I let you go, where would I get lamp oil, and where would I accumulate virtue?
I snorted:
“Dream on!”
Before my words had even faded, I raised a coffin nail and slammed it against the Yellow Horn tree with a brick.
With a "bang," the coffin nail drove a third of its length into the Yellow Horn tree.
A blood-red liquid flowed from the wound, hot and steaming.
The human face protruding from the trunk instantly contorted in pain, its features twisted.
“Ah! It hurts, it hurts…”
The branches on the trunk and the roots beneath began to writhe and sway slightly.
They made rustling sounds, and several roots broke free from the soil, writhing continuously…
Seeing me make the first move, Mo Ting did not hesitate.
He picked up his talisman nails and also drove them into the trunk of the Yellow Horn tree.
He then spoke in a chuunibyo tone, imitating anime characters speaking Japanese:
“Ichi ni san ga ikimashou, ichi ni san ga hajimarimashou…”
I stood beside him, watching Mo Ting with a serious expression.
My face was full of awkwardness, feeling like my toes were about to dig a hole.
This guy was truly a veteran otaku…
The Yellow Horn tree’s Wood Spirit continued its pleas and cries.
But with each coffin nail or talisman nail we drove in,
The outline of the Wood Spirit’s emergent human face on the trunk became much more blurred.
The pleading voices, as well as the writhing branches and roots, gradually diminished.
We paid no heed to any of the Wood Spirit’s sounds.
After driving in three coffin nails and three talisman nails into the Yellow Horn tree’s trunk,
Six trails of red blood flowed down the entire Yellow Horn tree…
The emergent human face on the Yellow Horn tree’s trunk also vanished.
The entire Yellow Horn tree returned to a state of calm.
According to Mo Ting, all that was needed was to wait forty-nine days for the spirit of the Yellow Horn tree to be completely dissolved.
Turning this demonic tree back into an ordinary one.
At this moment, looking at the Yellow Horn tree, covered in blood, with a large portion of withered leaves, and over a dozen roots extending from the ground, Mo Ting and I let out long sighs of relief.
My master’s instructions were finally complete.
Wang Kai’s matter was also considered settled.
Now, it seemed that charging him sixteen thousand wasn't too much.
Even if I was fortunate enough to meet a fellow practitioner like Mo Ting, we both experienced considerable danger together and almost lost our lives.
However, things went relatively smoothly; the spirit was broken, and the talismans were nailed in.
Mo Ting and I could now leave with peace of mind…