Martial Arts? Sorry, I am better at Thunder Spell!-Chapter 216 - 146 Which wild mountain did you cultivate on
Chapter 216: 146 Which wild mountain did you cultivate on, Taoist? (Second update! Please subscribe! Please vote for monthly tickets!)_2
Chapter 216: 146 Which wild mountain did you cultivate on, Taoist? (Second update! Please subscribe! Please vote for monthly tickets!)_2
“You’d better release this child early, my family,” whispered the Divine Woman hastily after a few words. She bolted like a soulless husk, ready to flee.
She was obviously terrified.
Even the old man’s face turned pale.
These Divine Women were the most spiritually potent among the several villages around.
If even she said so, had they really encountered some powerful sorceress?
As the Divine Woman was leaving, the old man hurriedly grabbed her robe to stop her.
But the Divine Woman didn’t care.
She too was frightened of whatever was inside; for her, this money was not worth the trouble.
Better to make a quick escape.
With one tug, the Divine Woman pulled her clothes back and was about to leave with her group, mumbling, “This head of the household is unreasonable. I’ve already said it’s beyond saving, why this incessant pestering? Your child must face this tribulation. I’ve already lost years of my life in this place today, a significant loss to me. Keep bothering me, and your whole family will suffer bad luck!”
The old man was terrified by the Divine Woman’s words and dared not grab her robe anymore.
As the shamans were about to slip away, Qin Hao flicked his horsetail whisk.
“Bang!”—a sound, and the rural courtyard door was magically shut.
The Divine Woman exclaimed in surprise and turned to look at Qin Hao.
Though she acted as a shaman,
she wasn’t merely a charlatan.
She was a Daoist of partial training,
one who had seriously cultivated for a few days.
She could recognize the strange way the courtyard door was shut.
It was this boy with the horsetail whisk who did it.
The Divine Woman looked at him but, busy with her shamanic practices,
she didn’t play with smartphones.
Though she had seen news of the Heavenly Master online, with photos,
Qin Hao was not wearing the Heavenly Master’s purple robe at this moment, she only found him vaguely familiar, as if seen somewhere before.
After a long thought and not remembering, she assumed she had mistaken Qin Hao for an ordinary face.
She said, “Young man, why are you closing the door and not letting us go?”
Qin Hao leaned on his blue ox, holding the horsetail whisk, and replied, “Supreme Heavenly Venerate, no ill intention, but since the layman has accepted this household’s money, and their issue is unresolved, why leave so early?
Moreover, if leaving, leaving is one thing, but should you not return the money when their issue remains unaddressed? Is it not breaking the rules to take the money without solving the problem?”
Hearing Qin Hao say this, and his chanting of a Taoism phrase,
The Divine Woman sneered, “You little Taoist, which wild mountain did you cultivate on? This is between the Divine Woman and the head of this household, what business of it is yours? What’s the need for your prattle here? Take care lest a little ghost cuts off your tongue at night, and you remain unaware!
You say the Divine Woman took money without doing the work? Do you have any clue about the sorceress this family has provoked? Do you know that just in the moment earlier, just having a glimpse of that sorceress, I have lost years of my life? For this bit of money, am I wrong to have accepted it?”
With that, the Divine Woman huffed and ignored Qin Hao.
Then she turned her head to look at the head of the household.
The old man hurriedly approached.
Though the Divine Woman couldn’t fulfill the task, she was still a renowned and effective medium in the area.
The old man, not daring to offend her, ran over, stuffing money and cigarettes as he spoke, “Please do not get angry, Divine Woman, and don’t hold against the child. Take this smoke money as a token of respect!”
The Divine Woman accepted the cigarettes and money, her expression easing somewhat.
She continued, “Some words can’t be said lightly; there are taboos inside. This little Taoist lacks experience and doesn’t know the ropes here. I’ll overlook this today, but if you keep talking nonsense, come across a true master, and you’ll taste the suffering.”
After saying that, the Divine Woman kicked at the door.
The old man promptly rushed to open the door to send them off.
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But no matter how hard he tried, the door remained firmly shut.
Seeing this, the Divine Woman knew it was this little Taoist’s doing.
She angrily said, “What’s this? Little Taoist? Don’t you plan to let me go? Wish to experience my tricks? If I make a move, you’ll have to kneel and beg me!”
Hearing the Divine Woman angry, the old man didn’t bother to recognize Qin Hao.
He quickly scolded his son standing next to Qin Hao.
“Where did you find this Taoist? Why such lack of decorum?”
The head of the household looked aggrieved.
He was about to say something.
Then Qin Hao spoke.
“Your Five Elements Yin Mountain Sect, I have never heard of it; what lesser sect of what wild mountain might you be? Those tricks of yours, better not embarrass yourself by displaying them here.
Not even a white-haired Rat Spirit can you handle, yet you keep calling for a great sorceress. With such little skill, you dare to swindle money at the foot of Qingyun Mountain?”
Hearing the Taoist’s words, the Divine Woman’s face turned white as a ghost.
She glanced at the room where the child of the household lived.
A faint jingling and clattering sound seemed to emerge from inside the room.
The Divine Woman’s face became even more unsightly.
She insisted, “You vile thing, you dare to invoke the great sorceress’s true name? You have such gall! Today, you risk not only your life but also lead us to peril! With the sorceress’s wrath, we’re all dead!”
After speaking, the Divine Woman knelt in the direction of the room along with the other shamans.
Continuously kowtowing, she said, “Great sorceress, calm your anger, a foolish mortal unknowingly offended your venerable name! This trivial matter need not trouble you; this old woman will handle it!”
As she stood, the Divine Woman shouted sharply.
Then, from a backpack carried by a fellow shaman, a gust of yin wind brushed past.
A dark urn mystically flew out, held aloft by swirling black smoke, hovering in the air.
The Divine Woman chanted some curses.
Then, from within the urn, a loud noise akin to thunder emerged.
A pitch-black entity, some undefinable being, welled up from within the urn, charging at Qin Hao.
The Divine Woman, watching Qin Hao, said, “Little Taoist, you speak recklessly, offending the great sorceress; I can’t be blamed for this. If I don’t kill you, all here will suffer. By killing you alone, I’ll be doing good and accumulating virtue!”
Qin Hao didn’t even glance at the Divine Woman.
He said, “A fat, white Rat Spirit reigns supreme here; a street-performing shaman, a set of petty tricks, dares to flaunt herself in public. Supreme Heavenly Venerate!”
With that, Qin Hao yelled, and with a pat on the blue ox’s back, the animal nodded as if sentient and headed toward the room where the household’s child was.
At that moment, Qin Hao pulled the Magic Hairpin from his hair.
Facing the half-finished Divine Woman’s urn creature, Qin Hao couldn’t bother drawing his sword.
With the Heavenly Master Magic Hairpin in hand and a recited incantation,
“Bright sword hidden in its sheath, illuminating the dark room all night. To tell when heaven weeps rain, the resounding sword gives a sign.
The Divine Dragon is a singular entity, its aura sensed, it reverberates. Fearful it might leap from sheath, at times the lock is briefly released.
The blazing seven-star design, shining and radiating over ice three feet thick. This sword, present in the world, makes a hundred demons recede at night.
The treacherous and the insidious, terrified, their bones quake in fear. Aim it at the stars and moon, its light darts through, piercing jumbled spear shafts.
Stored in the armory, it can quell the conflicts of the world!”
“Go!”
Qin Hao threw the Magic Hairpin towards the dark urn in the air.
The next second,
The seemingly ordinary hairpin turned into a radiant green sword.
A single strike in the air, slashing through demons and evil beings,
The entity from the urn, upon seeing the green light sword, acted as if seeing its nemesis—initially fierce and now frantically retracting into the urn as if encountering a natural predator.
But before the urn’s entity could fully shrink back into its safe haven,
Qin Hao’s green Magic Hairpin had already pierced through the urn.
“Bang!” with a sound,
The Divine Woman’s prized dark urn was penetrated by the Magic Hairpin, sent reeling.
The urn lost its balance and fell from the air, shattering on the ground.
Once broken, the contents were unveiled.
A sickly yellow, sticky substance; precisely this liquid reared the urn’s entity.
It was unclear what it was,
but it looked utterly revolting—no righteous artifact, for sure.
With no dark urn to hide in,
the urn’s entity deflated lifelessly, like losing its sustenance—within thirty seconds, merely a layer of skin was left.
With one strike, Qin Hao destroyed the dark urn.
Guided by his command, the radiant Magic Hairpin returned to his hand.
And the Divine Woman, gazing at her shattered urn, collapsed onto her backside. Looking at Qin Hao before her, she saw a Heavenly God.
“Who… who are you?”
Qin Hao’s identity, the Divine Woman did not know, but such skill in commanding the Flying Sword,
could only be accomplished by a master of Cultivation!
