Chapter 468: Special Rules of Killing! The Dressing Box Big-Eared Ghost! Advanced Second Realm! Peak of Yin Spirit!

“Master Zhiqing, where are you?” His voice echoed through the quiet, dark corridor.

Hearing this, Zhang Wei froze.

“I’m here.” A deep voice came from Room 8, and it was Master Zhiqing’s voice.

At the same time, a series of thumping noises came from Room 9. Li Yanchu ignored the noises and strode directly toward Room 8.

This room didn’t appear unusual; there was no foul stench or blood in the air. It looked relatively clean.

However, Li Yanchu didn’t open the door; he simply called out, “Say one sentence to prove you are Master Zhiqing. Otherwise, I’ll leave.”

Suddenly, the voice in Room 8 went silent.

“Daoist Master, save me. My leg is injured. I am truly Zhiqing. Just now, I was the one who rescued Zhang Wei,” the voice explained.

Zhang Wei’s eyes lit up, this was really Master Zhiqing!

Still, he didn’t act rashly, knowing he was just a minor player here. He still needed Senior Cao Cao to take the lead.

“When we first met, was the dog tied up in my Daoist temple yellow or white?” Li Yanchu asked.

The voice in Room 8 fell silent again. “It was a yellow dog, Daoist Master, you have to believe me.”

The “yellow dog” refers to the common Chinese rural dog, the native countryside breed.

“Heh, that’s all you’ve got? Pretty impressive,” Li Yanchu said coldly, and spat toward Room 8.

He turned and walked toward Room 9, with Zhang Wei and Liu Jun close behind.

However, Liu Jun was a little confused. She didn’t understand why Daoist Master Li didn’t push the door open, was it because Daoist Master Li had a white dog?

Looking at Zhang Wei’s playful grin beside her, she whispered, “What’s going on? Does Daoist Master Li have a white dog?”

“Senior doesn’t have a dog... he... has a big black donkey,” Zhang Wei said, barely suppressing a laugh.

Liu Jun froze for a moment, then smiled. In this silent, eerie, terrifying environment, such a small, humorous incident lightened the mood a bit.

Then, Li Yanchu arrived at the door to Room 8 and pushed it open directly. Inside, a muscular young monk sat behind the door, his chest stained with blood, looking weak and listless.

Upon seeing the three enter, he quickly made a shushing gesture, signaling them not to speak. Then he pointed to his mouth and made a throat-slitting gesture. His gesture was concise and clear, and Li Yanchu understood almost instantly.

Perhaps, making a sound means instant death in this room? he thought.

Judging by Master Zhiqing’s posture, it seemed movement was still allowed, so the room’s restriction likely only applied to leaving the room, or in other words, anyone trying to exit would be attacked. His eyes glinted as he looked coldly into Room 8.

Master Zhiqing pointed to a dressing box on the table, using his eyes to direct Li Yanchu.

Then, Li Yanchu condensed his spiritual power into his eyes and used Qi Sight. Sure enough, a ghost was perched atop the dressing box.

This ghost had no eyes, but its ears were grotesquely enormous, and its mouth full of sharp, jagged teeth. It was truly hideous. It was about the size of an adult male head, and it crouched on the dressing box, tilting its ear attentively. This ghost seemed to attack only when hearing human speech, and other noises wouldn’t trigger its killing behavior.

Ugly as hell, but damn, it’s meticulous.

𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Its aura was far more vicious than the previous spirit tablet ghost or the butcher ghost. Together, those two weren’t as dangerous as this big-eared ghost. In a confrontation like the previous one, even Li Yanchu would have faced a serious challenge against it.

The House-Guarding Exorcising Talisman probably had very little effect on this ghost. Since this ghost was so sensitive that it could respond to human speech, its method of killing was likely at the level of the primordial spirit, meaning that physical attacks might be useless. This was troublesome!

At this time, both Master Zhiqing and Zhang Wei made basic assessments of the situation. After all, they weren’t complete novices.

Master Zhiqing felt conflicted. He didn’t want to make a sound and attract Li Yanchu and the others, but if he stayed here any longer, he would really die. Although no one had said that dying in the dream space would cause death outside, Zhiqing had a preternatural sense that even if he didn’t actually die, something far more horrifying than death might happen. This was the source of his inner conflict: he wanted to survive, but he didn’t want to drag others into danger.

Earlier, he had banged on the door driven by survival instinct, but now, seeing Li Yanchu enter, he felt a twinge of guilt.

If Li Yanchu knew what Zhiqing was thinking, he would probably think,

This monk looks fierce, but he’s actually quite honest.

However, Li Yanchu’s attention was now entirely on the big-eared ghost perched atop the dressing box. This type of evil spirit, with its peculiar killing ability, was extremely tricky, and it might be necessary to figure out its killing rules to avoid triggering them.

But Li Yanchu had his own approach. With a thought, his internal spiritual power began to circulate, and a black-and-white Taiji Yin-Yang diagram slowly materialized above his head.

This Taiji diagram was different from the one Zhang Wei held; Zhang Wei’s was a magical artifact controlling flying swords, whereas Li Yanchu’s diagram radiated a mysterious sense of the Dao itself.

As soon as the Taiji appeared, the room transformed into a monochrome ink-like black-and-white scene, and currents of ink-colored energy swirled around Li Yanchu. It looked like an extremely advanced technique.

Paired with Li Yanchu’s unparalleled handsome face, the three in the room couldn’t help but be awed, especially the young girl Liu Jun, with her twin tails; if this were an anime, her eyes would already be sprouting little pink hearts.

Zhang Wei mournfully realized that although both diagrams were Taiji, Li Yanchu’s looked so sophisticated, whereas his own seemed crude and hastily made in comparison.

These two clearly put a lot of thought into it, while Master Zhiqing’s thoughts was simple and focused.

Primordial spirit manifestation!

he thought.

He also knew this divine ability, so he immediately recognized that this Taiji diagram was Li Yanchu’s primordial spirit manifestation.

Bang!

Suddenly, a stream of ink-black energy slammed into the big-eared ghost on the dressing box. This seemingly harmless energy flow, upon contact, instantly obliterated the ghost, scattering its soul and essence!

At the same time, Li Yanchu’s internal spiritual power surged violently. His power was now at the advanced second realm, also known among cultivators as the peak of Yin Spirit. At this level, all his spells and techniques were fully usable, without restriction. The density of his spiritual energy was also several times that of an ordinary advanced second realm cultivator.

This overwhelming power was something Li Yanchu had grown accustomed to, but now that it had returned, he felt it even more precious, giving him a surge of confidence. He felt as if he could take on ten opponents at once.

Just as everyone in the room relaxed slightly, Li Yanchu manipulated his primordial spirit manifestation and sent another stream of ink-black energy toward the dressing box.