Chapter 466: The Guest of Room 6! The Spirit Tablet of Beloved Daughter Liu Jun! Purely Resilient!

The blood-moon-shrouded town operated under a strange, oppressive set of rules. Daoist arts and martial skills were rendered useless here, reducing everyone to mere ordinary humans.

With danger lurking everywhere and eerie phenomena at every corner, most people in such a situation would never take risks, much less attempt a rescue. Self-preservation would be the only rational choice.

And this inn was clearly far more dangerous than the funeral goods shop. That hulking butcher ghost was vicious and brutal, wielding a bone-cleaver that was both fast and heavy, which was already difficult enough to deal with. The second floor would surely harbor even more terrifying things.

Going up there to save someone, and someone he had only met once, was an extremely unwise choice. Borderline saintly, even.

But after a moment of brief contemplation, Li Yanchu still chose to go.

“A fierce tiger sees no ditches, while a coward sees obstacles everywhere...” he muttered to himself.

To hell with it, charge!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The three of them hurried upstairs. Though Zhang Wei and Liu Jun were dragging the pace a bit, anyone who had seen a horror movie knew that if the two stayed downstairs, they’d be very likely to disappear mysteriously, be killed by some unknown abomination, and leave behind nothing but a corpse and a vague, useless clue.

Li Yanchu figured that if they had to die, better they die in front of him.

He gripped the blood-stained bone-cleaver[1] taken from the butcher ghost. The sharp angles of his face were hardened with a fierce, dangerous expression. His once-clean Daoist robe was now soaked with blotches of blood, and in this inn, he looked more like a vicious ghost than the actual ghosts.

“What kind of ghost is in Room 6?” Li Yanchu asked.

“I didn’t see anything,” Zhang Wei said. “There’s just a spirit tablet in the room. The door was tightly shut, and we could barely pry it open. Master Zhiqing and I were trying to escape when he got grabbed by some ghost and dragged back.”

“You just ran off?” Li Yanchu frowned.

“Master Zhiqing had a Buddhist prayer bead blessed by a high monk. I had nothing. Staying would’ve been waiting for death,” Zhang Wei defended himself.

“Hmm. Anyone in the other rooms?” Li Yanchu asked.

“There are people in Room 5... I heard moaning. The other rooms were quiet, but I’m sure there are guests inside,” Zhang Wei said.

“Moaning...” Li Yanchu glanced at him. “Male or female?”

Zhang Wei blinked. “Male. And... not just one.”

Not very useful information

. Li Yanchu stopped asking. He simply raised the blade and charged in with full aggression.

Soon, they reached Room 6. Zhang Wei pointed nervously and asked, “Here, senior. What do we do?”

Li Yanchu looked at him once and...

BANG

!

He kicked the door open.

Zhang Wei was speechless at his actions.

So direct!?

Inside, the room was empty, and on the table sat a single spirit tablet. The inscription read,

Spirit Tablet of My Beloved Daughter, Liu Jun.

Seeing this, Li Yanchu’s pupils contracted sharply.

Liu Jun?

Zhang Wei had no idea. He poked his head forward, swallowed nervously, and realized Master Zhiqing was nowhere in sight.

Meanwhile, Liu Jun followed behind. When she saw the inscription on the spirit tablet, her face instantly went pale.

“What... what’s going on?” She looked utterly shocked.

“Normally, at this moment, you would be showing that sinister, eerie smile. You would be the ghost following me,” Li Yanchu said slowly.

Zhang Wei’s heart sank. He hurriedly asked, “Senior, what’s going on exactly?”

Li Yanchu said calmly, “She

is

Liu Jun, the descendant of the Liu clan.”

“What!?” Zhang Wei shouted. “This tablet... it’s dedicated to her?!”

A chill shot through Zhang Wei’s body, his back dampened with cold sweat.

Just then, Liu Jun’s face drained of color. She tried to explain, stammering, “I really... I’m not a ghost. I’m alive!”

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something. Terrified, she pointed at Zhang Wei. “It must be him! He’s the one who brought us here! Everything he said is a lie. He’s the ghost!”

Zhang Wei’s face turned pale as he argued back with her.

With that, the atmosphere in the room became heavy, tense, and uncanny.

However, Li Yanchu remained silent. He lifted his gaze slightly toward the spirit tablet, eyes sharp as blades.

“Zhang Wei, think carefully. Earlier, when you were in this room... was the name on the tablet

Liu Jun

?”

Li Yanchu’s voice was calm and measured. Its quiet authority had a stabilizing effect, even on the anxious Zhang Wei.

“Earlier... in the room...” Zhang Wei furrowed his brows, deep in thought. “I... I’m not entirely sure.”

Then, as realization hit, he exclaimed, “I clearly remember! Why can’t I recall it now!?”

Li Yanchu nodded slightly.

Earlier, the Daoist incantation in his shout had contained true Daoist words, and it had shaken Zhang Wei’s mind, leaving him unsettled.

Suddenly, Li Yanchu turned around and said, “You want to play games, huh? Fine.”

He sneered coldly and swung his knife hard toward the spirit tablet.

Clang!

A thunderous clash of metal rang out, and sparks flew.

Then, a ghostly pale arm shot out from the tablet, blocking the knife in Li Yanchu’s hands.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Li Yanchu’s bone-cleaver clashed endlessly against the pale, failing arm, the sound echoing like a massive hammer striking a red-hot iron block.

The knife had been the deadly weapon of the hulking butcher ghost, and no one knew how many lives it had ended. Its aura was thick with bloodthirsty qi, so it was perfect for slaying ghosts.

Yet now, as it struck against the eerie arm emerging from the spirit tablet, it began to rust and decay, as if tainted by some ominous, unnatural force.

Clang!

With one heavy, crushing slash, the bone-cleaver in Li Yanchu’s hands shattered. The handle snapped, shards of iron flying in all directions.

Seeing this, Zhang Wei and Liu Jun were immediately terrified. Li Yanchu was their only fighter, and if anything happened to him, none of them had a chance of survival.

“Physical damage isn’t enough,” Li Yanchu muttered, brow furrowed.

Without his monstrous strength and overwhelming blood-qi, his inner yang power, facing a foe of this level purely with brute force was difficult.

The pale arm suddenly lengthened, aiming to strangle Li Yanchu by the neck.

“Freeze!” Li Yanchu shouted sharply, and the pale arm immediately stiffened, unable to move.

Daoist arts: Immobilization Spell!

𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

He pulled a talisman from his chest and pressed it against the arm.

“If this House-Guarding Exorcising Talisman doesn’t work, I’ll have to retreat,” he analyzed calmly in his mind.

At the rudimentary second realm, the Daoist techniques he possessed were mostly auxiliary, and his offensive power was limited. Unless he used the Deity Summoning Art, taking down this bizarre spirit tablet would be nearly impossible. But that technique consumed too much spiritual energy; he didn’t want to use it unless absolutely necessary.

Master Zhiqing wasn’t in the room, so Li Yanchu had no desire to force a confrontation with this uncanny tablet.

Even a child of fortune could easily perish in such a cursed place. And Li Yanchu wasn’t a child of fortune, he was just extraordinarily resilient.

Crack!

A faint crack appeared on the spirit tablet.

“It worked!” Li Yanchu’s eyes brightened.

1. A bone-cleaver is a type of knife used for cutting and chopping through bones. Its blade is usually thick and heavy, and it is often made from hard stainless steel to ensure durability and strength. It is a kind of chopping knife, different from slicing knives used for delicate cutting, as it is specifically designed to withstand strong chopping force. ☜