Uncle Master’s palm strike landed before the demon cultivator could react.
He yelped in pain, clutching his face on the ground.
“Demon cultivator, don’t think you can run amok in Qingshan City just because you’ve learned some tricks.
You even dared to try and wash a young girl’s body, how much more shameless can you be?
If Heaven won’t take you, this humble Taoist will!”
Uncle Master spoke coldly, his aura powerful.
The demon cultivator, dizzy from the blow, looked at Uncle Master with fear in his eyes.
“You, you are also, also a cultivator?”
“Hmph! Good that you know.
I won’t waste words with you.
You have two choices now.
One: Cripple your cultivation, write a confession talisman, and surrender.
I might spare your life for now.
Two: I’ll personally send you on your way!”
Uncle Master was direct, no unnecessary chatter.
But hearing Uncle Master’s words, Chen Yao beside me showed a hint of worry.
She glanced at me, her eyes filled with questions.
Though she didn’t speak,
I could guess her thoughts from her expression.
She was probably afraid that this was on a busy street, surrounded by shops and passing pedestrians.
Not some desolate wilderness.
Even if this fellow was a demon cultivator and we were acting on behalf of Heaven,
Killing him outright here could cause trouble.
After all, this wasn’t killing a ghost, but a human.
It was Chen Yao’s first time facing such a situation since she joined, and she felt a little uneasy.
I smiled faintly, signaling her not to worry.
She had only just started, and she hadn't yet encountered many of the methods available to us Taoists.
We have myriad ways to kill someone.
Killing without a trace is as easy as turning a hand.
At this moment, the demon cultivator got up, clutching his face, and looked warily at the four of us.
He spoke in panic,
“Fellow Taoist, I, I had eyes but failed to recognize your eminence just now. I apologize for my offense.
But, but we have no enmity.
Why, why do you wish to kill me upon meeting?
We both serve the Three Pure Ones and walk the righteous path of the mortal realm.
Could you show leniency?”
The demon cultivator put on a pitiable expression, pleading with us in terror.
If one didn’t know his actions, one might mistake him for an innocent.
Uncle Master snorted and continued,
“Looking at you, you must be around eighty years old!
You’ve lived long enough at this age.
Go below and receive your punishment!”
Hearing Uncle Master mention “eighty years old,” we all took another close look at the demon cultivator.
By all accounts, he looked only sixty, or even younger.
Could it be that this fellow, using that Ghost-Absorbing Mirror, could rejuvenate himself?
With this thought, I also scanned the demon cultivator, wary of his every move.
The demon cultivator gasped, showing a look of surprise.
“You, you, how do you know my background?”
Uncle Master didn’t answer. He reached into his pocket and took out the Ghost-Absorbing Mirror I had retrieved from Xingxing’s mother.
He tossed it in front of the demon cultivator.
With two clangs, the bronze mirror landed on the ground.
Its surface facing up, directed at the demon cultivator who looked about sixty.
However, in the bronze mirror, the Taoist’s face
was that of an old man with white hair, wrinkled skin, and an aged appearance.
He looked no less than eighty years old.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he looked a hundred…
Moreover, I thought I saw a fleeting shadow within his ancient, withered form.
Before I could get a clear look,
the demon cultivator, seeing the Ghost-Absorbing Mirror, hastily bent down and picked it up.
He placed it face down on a nearby counter.
Uncle Master looked at him and spoke again,
“Choose!”
The demon cultivator retreated a couple of steps, eyeing us warily.
“Fellow Taoists, show mercy where you can.
I didn’t know this was your territory, and I apologize for my trespasses. I hope you fellow Taoists will spare my life.
I can give you money. Kuaishuge.
I have gold bars, ten of them, worth five million.
Can you let me go?”
Ten gold bars, five million.
Honestly, it was very tempting.
Many people wouldn’t earn five million in a lifetime.
But our group clearly had its own principles and bottom line.
Uncle Master shook his head slightly and sighed.
“It seems you still don’t understand. Xiao Mo, Xiao Qin, escort this Daoist to his next life!”
“Yes, Uncle Master!”
“Understood, Master!”
Lao Mo and I responded in unison.
Our gazes sharpened, fixing on the demon cultivator.
We charged forward, ready to execute him on the spot.
But the demon cultivator, busy and terrified, retreated several steps and then said fiercely,
“Hmph, it won’t be that easy to kill me.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the demon cultivator slammed his hand onto the golden toad on the counter.
The golden toad was hurled towards us.
Seeing it, I met it with a punch.
Dao qi rippled.
With a “bang,” the golden toad, carved from rosewood, shattered under my fist.
Lao Mo followed up swiftly, his body soaring as he delivered a kick.
It landed precisely on the demon cultivator’s chest.
A mere Qi Gathering realm. We brought so many people here, it was overkill.
The demon cultivator cried out again and was kicked to the ground.
Seeing the demon cultivator fall, I pressed forward, stepping on his back with my foot.
My intention was to pin him down and subdue him.
Later, I would use spells to extract his soul, allowing him to perish at a safe time.
This way, his death would be silent.
It wouldn’t attract unnecessary trouble.
However, an accident occurred at this moment.
Just as I placed my foot on the demon cultivator’s back,
his body suddenly exploded with a “bang” like a balloon.
A cloud of black mist began to hiss out from the demon cultivator’s eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.
Everyone present was startled by this.
Uncle Master exclaimed,
“Xiao Qin, be careful!”