Seeing his nervous demeanor, Yu Daohen chuckled and asked, "Do you know what my recent business is?"
Upon hearing Master Yu mention this, the old Taoist priest swallowed hard, his expression turning grim. "I do."
"Oh, really?"
Yu Daohen's lips curled upwards as he continued, "Tell me, what is it?"
"It's...!" The old Taoist priest hesitated.
Seeing his silence, Yu Daohen's smile instantly turned sinister. "Speak!"
Terrified into silence, the old Taoist priest stammered, "To... to eliminate all those who cause trouble."
"So you do know. Then what does your behavior fall under?"
Yu Daohen stared at him, his smile carrying the chill of death.
*Plop!*
The old Taoist priest fell to his knees, pleading, "Master Yu, I know I was wrong. Please spare me!"
Yu Daohen didn't answer, instead turning to Zhou Li beside him and asking, "Little Li, how do you think this should be handled?"
Zhou Li narrowed his eyes, his voice icy. "Those who abuse magic to kill the innocent shall be executed!"
"Indeed."
Yu Daohen nodded with satisfaction.
With that pronouncement, the old Taoist priest knew his fate was sealed and offered no resistance. He was certain that if he even entertained the thought of fighting back, his head would be severed in the next instant.
Yu Daohen smiled and said, "Alright, don't be too despondent. You must know other people of your ilk, right? Give them a call and have them gather together. That way, you won't be alone."
"Okay." The old Taoist priest took out his phone and began to dial.
Currently, the Yan Huo Sect was in the midst of a large-scale purge of all troublemakers. When those individuals were beaten into submission, they began to band together for mutual protection. However, cooperation without trust was fragile. They were villains driven by their own desires, with no concept of loyalty. If he was going down, he would drag a couple of others with him. If he couldn't live, they wouldn't either. That was their way. The only reason they gathered was due to the dire circumstances.
A moment later, the old Taoist priest hung up the phone and looked at Yu Daohen, smiling. "Feng Wu Jiu Bei. They will be gathering there tonight."
Yu Daohen nodded, a cold sneer in his heart. This was indeed their modus operandi, utterly devoid of loyalty.
The old Taoist priest added, "Master Yu, you must kill them all, or I won't feel at peace."
Yu Daohen chuckled and replied, "Rest assured."
The old Taoist priest closed his eyes. Yu Daohen suddenly moved, drawing the short blade from Zhou Fu's waist and striking instantly.
*Slish.*
With a thud, a head rolled to the ground, blood splattering everywhere. Yu Daohen looked at the headless corpse of the old Taoist priest with a blank expression.
Witnessing his master's swift and decisive sword strike, Zhou Li's eyes were filled with admiration.
Fast.
Move fast!
Yu Daohen looked at Zhou Li, whose face was full of adoration, and smiled. "Little Li, remember this: when dealing with these people from the martial world, never show mercy."
Zhou Li nodded obediently. "I understand."
"Good." Yu Daohen nodded with satisfaction, then turned his gaze back towards the building. Yin energy was gathering at the top... whatever was inside was not weak. However, for him now, it posed no threat.
"Let's go and see what's causing trouble inside!" As soon as Yu Daohen finished speaking, he strode towards the building. This was the tallest building, and its frame was already erected. Yu Daohen looked up, then turned to Zhou Li and asked, "Little Li, do you know how to determine which floor it is?"
Zhou Li looked slightly troubled and shook his head. "Disciple cannot."
Yu Daohen did not blame him, instead saying, "Remember, you can't just look at the surface of things. Relax, and gather your energy in your eyes."
Zhou Li nodded and followed his instructions. He calmed himself, gathered all his energy into his eyes, and then slowly opened them. He saw a miasma of dark energy, and the yin energy grew increasingly dense on the eighteenth floor. After observing for a moment, Zhou Li said, "Master, it's on the eighteenth floor!"
Yu Daohen nodded with satisfaction, a pleased smile on his face. "Good, good. It is indeed on the eighteenth floor."
Zhou Li's performance was outstanding, and he eagerly volunteered to take the lead. Seeing his eagerness, Yu Daohen couldn't help but shake his head. This boy was truly his brother. If these three boys were together, what a sight it would be. Zhou Fu, though his talent was average, was positive and never gave up. Zhou Fu had exceptional talent and never procrastinated. As for Zhou Li, he inherited the strengths of both. Yu Daohen believed that with time, Zhou Li would undoubtedly become a master!
A chill suddenly emanated from the staircase. Yu Daohen's expression turned serious. Seeing Zhou Li ahead, he called out, "Little Li, wait a moment!"
But it was too late. Zhou Li had already stepped onto the stairs. The surrounding scene rapidly changed.
"What is this?"
He found himself in a bamboo forest, surrounded by green bamboo. A bamboo leaf fell, and Yu Daohen caught it. When he felt the leaf was solid, he was slightly surprised. This bamboo leaf was real! Not only was the bamboo real, but the surrounding bamboo was also real.
"Interesting!" Yu Daohen grinned. This ghost's illusion was quite skilled. It could not only pull him in but also make him feel that it was real. Even a Ghost King might not be able to achieve this. With Yu Daohen's current strength, low-level illusions like "Ghost's Eye" should not be effective against him. To achieve this level, it would at least be a Ghost King or higher, perhaps a Ghost Immortal. So many opportunities, have Ghost Immortals become so common? Why are there Ghost Immortals everywhere?
Zhou Li, that kid, had never encountered a ghost of this caliber. He needed to break through the illusion. With this thought, Yu Daohen held his breath, then his eyes snapped open, and he let out a low cry, "Break." Golden light erupted from his body and then scattered.
What he saw before him made Yu Daohen freeze, his expression turning solemn. It didn't break! The illusion did not break! Yu Daohen unleashed his aura, shaking the surroundings. A large number of bamboo leaves fell, but they did not escape the illusion.
"Could it be that this place is real?" Yu Daohen muttered to himself, then shook his head, dismissing the thought. If this place were real, how could this Ghost Immortal have moved him here instantly? Spatial distortion, this was beyond Yu Daohen's comprehension. If this Ghost Immortal could truly achieve this, then its strength must be immense. Could it kill immortals with a mere gesture? Yu Daohen dared not think further. Because it was impossible.
Yu Daohen drew the Kang Long Mace from his waist, then thrust it violently into the ground, chanting, "With my power, I break all laws, break!"