Chapter 25: Samadhi True Fire, Cleansing the Earth with Thunder Magic
Night fell.
The Su family Villa.
This mansion located halfway up the mountain was brightly lit at this mont.
Zhang Xuanyao stood in the center of the living room, holding several small apricot-yellow flags, directing Jiang Yuanshan to work.
"Old Jiang, place three copper coins in the Qian position."
"Place a basin of black dog blood in the Kun position."
"Light seven oil lamps in the Li position, with the wicks facing north."
Jiang Yuanshan scurried back and forth, sweating profusely, but looking full of excitent.
"Junior Martial Uncle, what kind of Formation is this?"
"It looks like a Bagua Formation, but not quite."
Zhang Xuanyao inserted the last flag and clapped his hands.
"This is called the 'Invite the Guest into the Urn Formation'."
"As long as that old thing dares to step into this courtyard, I will let him know what it ans to cleanse the earth with Thunder Magic."
Su Qingge was wearing loungewear, walking over with a fruit platter.
"Is everything set up?"
"Just about."
Zhang Xuanyao picked up a piece of waterlon and took a bite.
"President Su, no matter what noises you hear later, do not co out."
"Just stay in the bedroom and hold tightly to the amulet I gave you."
Su Qingge nodded, her eyes revealing a hint of worry.
"Then what about you?"
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Zhang Xuanyao walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the pitch-black night outside.
In the sky, dark clouds gathered, obscuring the moon.
A cold wind was blowing up along the hillside, making the trees outside the Villa rustle.
"I have to go to the door to welco the guest."
Zhang Xuanyao curled his lips into a bloodthirsty arc.
"After all, this is a 'distinguished guest'."
Suddenly.
The Villa's lights flickered once.
Imdiately after, all the lights went out.
The entire Villa plunged into a deathly silence and darkness.
"They're here."
Zhang Xuanyao whispered.
Su Qingge instinctively grabbed his sleeve.
"Hehehe..."
A sinister and terrifying laughter ca from all directions, as if echoing right beside their ears.
"Young Daoist, you ruined my good deeds and damaged my Dao foundation."
"Tonight, I will extract your Soul, refine your spirit, and turn you into a sky lantern!"
Boom!
The Villa's front door was blasted open by a massive force.
Countless black bats poured in like a tidal wave, carrying a strong, foul stench, covering the sky and earth.
Jiang Yuanshan was so scared he sat down on the floor with a thud.
"So many?!"
Zhang Xuanyao, however, remained motionless.
He looked at those bats as if he were looking at a swarm of flies.
"Is this all you've got?"
"Too disappointing."
He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.
"Let there be light."
Snap!
The seven oil lamps that had been placed around the living room instantly ignited.
But what burned was not ordinary fire.
It was a ghostly blue—Samadhi True Fire!
"Squeak, squeak, squeak—!"
The bats rushing in the front, upon touching the blue fire, instantly turned into fly ash.
The bats behind wanted to brake, but were bumped into by those even further behind, like moths flying into a fla, all colliding into the net of fire.
The air was filled with a burnt stench.
"Ah—!"
A scream ca from outside the door.
Imdiately after, a figure wearing a black robe staggered out.
It was that "Master Ye".
At this mont, he was even more disheveled than yesterday, with half of his body looking as if it had been burned, charred black.
"Samadhi True Fire?!"
"You... who exactly are you?!"
Master Ye looked at Zhang Xuanyao in terror.
This level of fla could only be used by those old immortals at Mount Longhu; how could this kid in his early twenties possibly know it?!
Zhang Xuanyao walked out from the darkness, the peach wood sword in his hand emitting a faint golden light.
"I am Zhang Xuanyao."
"The last master of Qingfeng Temple."
"And the one who will send you on your way."
The ghostly blue flas danced on the seven oil lamps.
There was no temperature, yet it made one's Soul tremble.
Jiang Yuanshan huddled behind the sofa, staring wide-eyed at those seven flas.
That was Samadhi True Fire.
A supre Divine Ability recorded in the Daoist classics.
Legend has it that the Patriarch could evaporate the East Sea and refine Demon Kings with a single breath of True Fire.
This move of Zhang Xuanyao's, although only on the scale of seven lamps and not yet cultivated to the highest Realm of rging the three fires of "Essence, Qi, and Spirit", was still shocking enough.
How many secret skills had this kid been practicing behind his back?!
"re tricks!"
Master Ye roared, his voice hoarse and ear-piercing.
Although he feared the blue fire, there was no retreat now.
Once he turned around and exposed his back to the opponent, he would die even faster.
He reached into his robe and suddenly pulled out a small black flag.
On the flag was embroidered a hideous skull, dotted with dark red bloodstains.
"Ten Thousand Soul Banner! Devour him for !"
Master Ye bit his tongue tip and sprayed a mouthful of essence blood onto the black flag.
Whoosh—!
A sinister wind blew fiercely.
The temperature inside the Villa instantly dropped to freezing point.
Countless black mists poured out from the flag, condensing in the air into a huge ghost head, opening its bloody maw, and biting towards Zhang Xuanyao.
The sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling echoed throughout the entire hall.
Even the crystal chandelier overhead was shaken until it was teetering.
Su Qingge only felt her eardrums stinging, and her vision went black for a mont.
She clutched the amulet Zhang Xuanyao had given her tightly.
That talisman paper was currently emitting a warm light, blocking those cold, sinister Auras three feet away.
Facing the evil ghost rushing towards him, Zhang Xuanyao stood in place, not moving at all.
He even had the leisure to pick his ear.
"Ten Thousand Soul Banner? Are you even worthy?"
"This is just so trashy thing refined with dead people's ashes and nstrual blood."
"Today, this Daoist will let you see what it ans for the regular army to fight guerrillas."
Zhang Xuanyao ford a seal with one hand.
The peach wood sword in his hand thrust fiercely towards that mass of black mist.
"Heaven and Earth Mysterious Sect, the root of all Qi."
"Cultivating through countless eons, proving my Divine Ability."
As the incantation was chanted, the Aura around his body suddenly changed.
The original slacker-like temperant vanished completely.
Replacing it was a heavy pressure like a mountain.
Sizzle!
The peach wood sword pierced into the ghost head.
Golden light surged.
"Ah—!"
The huge ghost head let out a shrill scream, like snow encountering the scorching sun, rapidly lting away.
Master Ye's face turned deathly pale, and he violently spat out a mouthful of black blood.
His life-bound Magical Artifact was damaged, and he suffered a severe backlash.
"It's not over yet."
Zhang Xuanyao sneered.
He let go of the peach wood sword, letting it hover in the air.
His hands quickly ford seals, so fast that only afterimages could be seen.
"Nine Heavens Responding to the Origin, Thunder Sound Universal Transformation."
"Obey my command, slay demons and eliminate devils!"
Boom!
The sky outside the Villa suddenly brightened as if it were daylight.
A thick bolt of lightning tore through the dark clouds, precisely striking the roof of the Villa.
But this lightning did not destroy the building.
Instead, following so invisible guidance, it passed directly through the roof and gathered in Zhang Xuanyao's palm.
Blue-purple electric arcs danced at his fingertips, making a "zizi" sound.
Five Thunders thod!
The Daoist sect's strongest offensive technique!
The terror in Master Ye's eyes had turned into despair.
He turned and ran, not even wanting that Ten Thousand Soul Banner anymore.
"Running?"
"If I let you escape, I'll write my na backward!"
Zhang Xuanyao waved his right hand violently.
"Go!"
The thunder ball in his palm flew out of his hand.
Its speed was as fast as a startled swan.
It instantly caught up to Master Ye, who had escaped to the doorway.
Boom!
A loud noise.
The blinding thunder light engulfed Master Ye's figure.
The entire hall was illuminated in pure white.
Su Qingge instinctively closed her eyes and covered her ears with her hands.
The powerful blast of air overturned the surrounding furniture, and all the glass windows were shattered.
A few seconds later.
The light dissipated.
On the floor at the doorway, there was an extra charred human-shaped object.
It was still emitting black smoke.
The air was filled with the sll of burnt at.
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