Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 679 - 102: Everyone Returns Home and Takes What They Need

"Anchor set!"

Wang Yunxiao opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a turbid breath.

Gosh, that triple combo almost had me seeing my great-grandma.

If it had been just the Red-Clothed Woman Ghost, Wang Yunxiao was confident he could handle her, even if it meant fighting all night.

But he hadn’t expected her two assistants to coordinate with her so seamlessly.

Coming to deceive, to launch surprise attacks, no respect for martial ethics!

It wasn’t as simple as adding one plus one plus one in terms of damage; the three people’s Sorcery layered together, forming a power Wang Yunxiao couldn’t comprehend.

If he had to describe it, it was like a direct death sentence.

Skip the process, declare death directly.

So harsh, luckily Laozi’s fate is tough, otherwise, I really might have been controlled to death by their series of combos.

Then Wang Yunxiao realized two things.

My brain is online.

My feet are off the ground, intelligence has reclaimed the high ground.

But the cost of intelligence coming back online is that I can no longer use the power of the Heretical Path to Advance the Iron Sparrowhawk.

Wang Yunxiao is self-taught.

Normally, there are two ways to practice the Heretical Path.

One is to get the textbooks, and practice step by step.

The other is like Wang Yunxiao; practicing the Righteous Path of the Garrison Soldiers and in the process, completely filling up the experience bar of the Heretical Path.

In some sense, it’s using brute strength to create miracles.

This led to his insufficient mastery and understanding of the Garrison Soldiers’ Heretical Dharma Gate.

That’s why he regressed after advancing.

To enter that battle state again, he can only let his brain go offline once more.

The second thing is... who is this person that I’m holding?

Oh, Mr. Leng!

How did he end up like this after just a few minutes?

Of course, Leng Nian couldn’t answer this question after being repeatedly smashed back and forth by Wang Yunxiao; he’s practically smashed to pieces, bleeding from seven orifices, just one step away from meeting Lord Yama.

Damn, I went too hard.

Wang Yunxiao felt annoyed in his heart.

Not all enemies are as tough as that Red-Clothed Woman Ghost, able to exchange blows with him without falling short.

Did she strip in the end?

Wang Yunxiao held Leng Nian’s thigh and stood silently recalling for a long time.

What a pity, didn’t see it.

These days, the Evil Spirits really are disgusting, resorting to conspiracy and trickery, and disguising as Li Mumu to deceive me.

Am I the type to be blinded by beauty?

But... how did they know what Li Mumu looks like?

Could it be they’re still harboring ill intentions towards Eldest Miss Li?

Recalling the last time Li Mumu was nearly abducted by someone’s side, Wang Yunxiao felt his teeth itch with hatred.

As for now...

Wang Yunxiao glanced at the car nearby that was almost reduced to scrap metal.

The Imperial Jade Seal must have been stolen by now, right?

However, the styles of those three fellows are so unique, they surely aren’t nobodies...

At this moment, his peripheral vision also caught the text left on the wall.

"Heaven’s White Jade City, with twelve floors and five towns..."

What does that mean?

I’ve seen this poem before; I’m not illiterate. But what central idea does she want to express?

Is their organization called White Jade City?

Forget it, I’ll ask my master when I return; he is the real expert in the Jianghu World.

Thinking this, Wang Yunxiao carried the half-dead Leng Nian and turned to run.

This guy mustn’t die; he knows too much.

Just less than a minute after Wang Yunxiao left, a car sped over from the direction of the Shen Family’s mansion.

The Cheng siblings got out of the car and couldn’t help but click their tongues in amazement at the ruins before them.

"Who is fighting whom here?"

The traces left on the battlefield were too many, too complex. Even for the Cheng siblings, experienced in the Advisor Dharma Gate, it was difficult to discern immediately.

"Pollution... there’s a lot less than expected?"

Normally, such a clash of extraordinary powers would leave various kinds of Echo Erosion at the scene, and if there were also corpses and debris, the pollution would be even worse.

This is also the raison d’être of the "Moat" dimension.

Yet, what presented itself before the Cheng siblings was that the traces of combat far exceeded the residual echo pollution.

It’s akin to saying, four or five burly men with tattooed arms running to a street food stall, eating all night frantically, and when it came time to pay the bill, the owner noted they had only two bottles of Snow Beer, one plate of boiled spicy meat, and twenty-five skewers.

Did they eat? Like a feast!

"Those with a clear self-awareness, who don’t seek validation from others, naturally won’t leave behind too much echo."

A serious voice sounded behind them.

Cheng Feng turned around and hurriedly saluted, "Greetings, sir!"

Mu Yuheng, holding the case with the Imperial Jade Seal, walked over leisurely from the side.

"In the past, those practicing martial arts would divide the Martial Path into many levels, from basic skills to Integration, only then could one qualify as a Martial Artist. After Integration, the next level is Divine Soul Internalization. Once this level is reached, you can’t distinguish them from ordinary people just by their appearance."

"The nature of Echo Erosion is also thus, only those who are unconfident and weak seek validation; true powerhouses never doubt themselves. Just like how a low-quality musical instrument produces harsh and irritating sounds that annoy people. In contrast, the sound from a high-quality instrument is rich and full, and even if you hear it, you won’t feel any discomfort."

"Young people these days... are indeed formidable."

Mu Yuheng sighed a couple of times, then turned to look at the Cheng siblings, "You two can’t even hear the echoes left behind; you should stay out of such scenarios in the future and focus on your cultivation."

The Cheng siblings blushed with embarrassment.

Cheng Xuefei asked quietly, "Then how should I explain this... to them?"

Mu Yuheng pursed his lips, motioning her to look at the poem on the wall.

"Just tell the truth; the three Demon Heads of the Longevity Sect, Cangqing, Reddy, and Amber, set the trap, using the Imperial Jade Seal as bait. As for their goal... it’s naturally the Longevity Tao Fruit. As for how they pursue it, let them guess."

Mu Yuheng pondered for a moment, then added, "Also, you can send out the information about the window period after a hundred days; as for how to use this information, that depends on your individual performance. Remember, those people are all crafty and shrewd, the more proactive you are, the more they will suspect you. So, don’t be too hasty in your actions. Better to do nothing than to do something wrong."

"I understand,"

Cheng Xuefei nodded quickly.

"I’ll leave first. You two stay behind to clean up, make sure it’s thorough."

Having finished instructing, Mu Yuheng held the case and walked away.

Cheng Feng watched his figure gradually disappear at the end of the street, then turned back to look at the badly damaged battlefield, his lips twitching slightly.

They say earning money is hard, eating crap is harder, and the government’s iron rice bowl isn’t so comfortable either.

"Xuefei, you go too, be cautious when dealing with those people. I’ll call the office and ask someone to come help."