CHAPTER 353: THE FIVE-LIGHTNING SPELL! TERRIFYING GHOST TALE! THE LU RESIDENCE!

Two terrifying auras rampaged through Fengdu as they radiated immense pressure. Unable to trace the aura of the Azure Wood Immortal Vine, the two powerful ghostly beings began fighting again!

Rumble! A deafening sound echoed between heaven and earth.

At this moment, Li Yanchu had already entered the ancient city. This city had the same layout as towns in the human world, with three vertical and two horizontal main streets. Mist coiled around the streets, shrouding everything in haziness.

Having learned from past experience, this time Li Yanchu directly activated the Clearheart Jade Pendant, and a surge of vigorous spiritual power poured into his body, strengthening his Daoist arts and powers.

Spirit Eyes! Qi Sight! Art of Pursuit!

At this time, strands of aura drifted past his vision, and most were fierce, venomous, and filled with resentment. After a short while, a faint wisp of aura floated by on the wind from the north of the city.

Li Yanchu finally steadied his mind. As he searched for traces of Fang Qinglan within this eerie ancient city, he wasn’t completely confident he would find her. Now that he had found Fang Qinglan’s aura, he immediately moved, displaying his ultimate footwork to dart through the city.

He sped up until he reached the north, where Fang Qinglan’s aura grew stronger and stronger, leading to a grand estate called Lu Residence.

Seeing this, Li Yanchu halted, while his brows furrowed slightly. Through the Spirit Eyes and Qi Sight, he could see that the Lu Residence was shrouded in a black mist, emanating a sinister, unholy presence. It was an ominous and baleful place!

“Such dense corpse-qi.” Li Yanchu prepared to storm straight into the Lu Residence and drag her out.

Suddenly, a headless corpse burst out from a hidden alley. From its attire, it seemed to have once been an adult man, but unfortunately, someone had chopped off his head.

At this moment, the corpse radiated a suffocatingly dense aura of malice. Its clothes were tattered, and its body was smeared with black soil. This was the foul earth unique to Fengdu, suffused with corpse-qi, baleful qi, and lingering ghostly resentment. The surrounding mists, infused with the peculiar aura of Fengdu’s deadly creatures, trembled.

Then, a couple appeared, their faces solemn with reverence. They held in their hands a wooden tray, and on the tray lay a round object covered by a scarlet cloth.

A gust of wind swept past, lifting the glaring red covering and revealing a severed head. Its eyes were tightly shut, and blood was still dripping from it. It was clearly the missing part of that very headless corpse.

When he saw this, Li Yanchu’s expression turned grim. The moment he stepped into this ancient city, he had already stumbled into a terrifying ghost tale. It seemed he had fallen into someone’s trap, and the Lu Residence most likely concealed the true secret.

He avoided both the couple carrying the severed head and the headless corpse itself. Striding forward in great steps, he prepared to smash open the gates of the Lu Residence.

But in that instant, the couple, along with the eerie head on the tray, turned their gaze upon Li Yanchu. Their eyes were filled with malice, a gaze so chilling it felt like plunging into an icy abyss!

This was the terrifying Fengdu ghost tale even the elderly Daoist in his robe feared. For some reason, they all stepped forward together and blocked Li Yanchu’s path, barring him from entering the Lu Residence.

“What deviant fiends dare look me in the eye?” Li Yanchu’s gaze turned icy; his voice rolled out like thunder. Then, a surge of thunderous qi issued from the depths of his eyes.

Crack! It was as if heaven itself had split with lightning.

The eerie severed head and the couple all turned their heads at once, struck dumb by his fierce, commanding stare. After all, the Five-Lightning Spell was the nemesis of all demonic heresies.

“If you want to drag me into your scheme, I’ll tear you to pieces!”

With a clang, Li Yanchu drew the Jiaoslayer. A mysterious rhythm pulsed from the saber, spreading outward in translucent ripples like water.

At the same time, a towering figure emerged behind Li Yanchu, radiating dazzling divine light and surging with boundless blood and qi. It was his Martial Dao Manifestation!

Then, he and the hulking figure moved as one and brought the saber down in a single, devastating slash.

Boom!

The headless corpse, the eerie severed head, and that lingering ghostly couple were all obliterated by that single slash. The gates of the Lu Residence were likewise shattered beneath the saber’s light.

Li Yanchu charged in with his saber in hand as his blood and qi billowed like smoke and flame, surging to the heavens. He was like a blazing furnace, impossible to look upon directly. The surrounding scenery rippled like water, and then collapsed with a roar!

Just then, before him appeared a colossal altar. At its center was enhanced a monstrous, evil eye, suppressing a massive ball of radiant light. An old Daoist in robes, his face mottled with age spots, stood there clutching half a stick of burnt incense while staring at Li Yanchu in stunned disbelief.

Even the Wicked Incense, such a deadly weapon, cannot stop this young Daoist? The lifeless, withered old Daoist was inwardly shocked.

The Wicked Incense had a simple yet dreadful effect: to divert calamity eastward, and to summon souls and lure ghosts. Yet it seemed to have no effect at all on this young Daoist.

The Daoist elder’s murky eyes glimmered as he channeled his magic power, trying to pierce through the mysteries cloaking Li Yanchu. Could it be that this young Daoist carried an ocean of accumulated merit within him!? Just like that woman in white, shielded by the radiance of merit!?

However, Li Yanchu’s form was hazy and indistinct, and his fate and secrets shielded from view. The robed elder frowned, pouring powerful magic into his eyes as he tried once more to peer at Li Yanchu.

Crack!

In the void itself, thunder seemed to flash, and heaven’s lightning struck down. The old Daoist couldn’t help but scream as his soul was rattled by the thunder, and his eyes nearly burst apart!

“You like peeking from the shadows, eh? Then come! Demonic fiend, take a good look at me!” Li Yanchu’s voice crashed like thunder.

His blood and qi soared, while the awe-inspiring and domineering Five-Lightning pure yang aura surged. With the Five-Lightning Talisman upon him, he could unleash the most overwhelming, yang power!

The robed elder dared not meet Li Yanchu’s gaze and instinctively stepped back. Afterall, he unleashed the Five-Lightning Spell, and no heretic or fiend could bear to look upon it!

“Who in the world are you?” the elder’s old and dry voice rasped. “Why have you come to meddle!?”

As an ancient monster who had deceived heaven and sea alike, extending his lifespan and seeking to break the shackles of the third realm, his fury at this moment was beyond words.

And yet, beings of his rank rarely struck rashly. Old fiends of his caliber, especially those steeped in the Demonic Dao, thrived on manipulation: weaving schemes, playing with hearts, plotting and maneuvering. That was the strength of a true overlord of the Demonic Dao.

Boom!

Just then, Li Yanchu strode forward in great steps and blasted out a punch. The very air detonated in an instant, and a massive surge of qi condensed into a divine, awe-inspiring phantom.

In the next moment, the robed elder’s body vanished without a trace, and behind him was that very sphere of white light.

Boom!

A vast surge of qi battered against the eerie force suppressing it, weakening its grip. Within the light sphere was the woman in white, who had sealed herself with spells and divine arts to avoid being refined by the altar’s power. Sensing the change, she couldn’t help but feel astonished.

Someone’s here to help me...?

Li Yanchu stepped forward, and the ground shook as though the world itself trembled. The Jiaoslayer swept down with unstoppable ferocity, striking ferociously toward the robed elder.

Their figures flickered, vanishing within the altar again and again, only to reappear as they clashed.

The old Daoist was wielding the strange and unfathomable secret art of the Ghost Dao. Never could he have imagined that this brash and domineering young Daoist possessed such profound techniques.

“Ghost Gate, open!” the elder roared in fury, striking out with a palm.

At once, the surrounding yin qi erupted violently, and countless ghostly shadows emerged.

“Junior! When I roamed the world unhindered, you were not even...” The elder’s face turned solemn, bearing the air of a true grandmaster.

But before his words were finished, his voice cut off abruptly, and his murky eyes widened to the extreme.

“This... this is impossible! What’s happening!?”