Chen Shi didn't reply imdiately. Instead, he raised his voice, shouting into the air: "The Evil is right nearby. How do you dare approach?"
As his words faded, the surrounding crowd scattered like birds startled by a bowstring.
"Move a bit further away."
The bystanders retreated even further, creating a wide berth.
Chen Shi took out a stick of incense, lit it, and stuck it into the earth at the feet of the grey-clothed rat. He asked calmly, "Your Excellency is from out of town, correct? May I ask which spiritual mountain claims your precious territory?"
The grey-clothed rat sniffed the curling smoke, revealing a look of intoxicated pleasure. It sneered, "How do you know I am not from Qianyang Mountain?"
Chen Shi smiled faintly. "I am most familiar with Qianyang Mountain. I have seen all kinds of Evils, but I have never laid eyes on you. Are you a rat that attained the Dao and cultivated into an Evil?"
The creature replied arrogantly, "I am a disciple of Granny Black Mountain, residing on Black Mountain. Today I am passing through your precious land to seek so petty gain. I heard there is a Demonic Transformation here. Grandma said that if too many fellow Daoists died, we should move in to fill the void."
Chen Shi frowned slightly. Black Mountain was located on the other side of the Dejiang River (Virtue River) and was much smaller in scale than Qianyang Mountain. The Evils of Black Mountain and Qianyang Mountain had always minded their own business, adhering to the principle of well water not violating river water. This grey-clothed rat coming to Qianyang Mountain to eat people suggested they believed many local Evils had perished during the Demonic Transformation and wanted to seize the opportunity to occupy the mountain.
"So you are a subordinate of Granny Black Mountain. I have long heard of her prestige."
Chen Shi's expression softened, and he laughed warmly, "Could Your Excellency please pass a ssage to Granny Black Mountain for ? Just say..."
The grey-clothed rat was listening intently, leaning in, when Chen Shi stepped forward, closing the distance instantly. His fist blasted out like a cannonball. The rat couldn't dodge in ti and, ignoring defense, imdiately erected its tail. The tip of the tail struck like a viper toward the top of Chen Shi's head!
A clap of thunder rang in its ears. Before Chen Shi's fist even landed on its body, its soul shattered from the shockwave alone!
"Boom!"
Chen Shi's punch connected solidly with its chin. The rat's neck snapped at an unnatural angle, and its body spun violently as it flew upward, crashing down over ten ters away. It twitched a few tis, then lay motionless.
However, before the fist even made contact, the creature had already been killed by the thunder sound produced by the punch.
This kind of low-level Evil feared thunder sounds the most. They had to hide deep underground during thunderstorms; otherwise, they would be shattered to death by the re rolling of thunder.
Although Chen Shi had experienced the heart-rending pain of losing his grandfather, after walking out of the grief, he cultivated diligently day and night. The Big Dipper Refinent tempered his bones, heart, blood, flesh, skin, qi, and spirit. His strength grew daily, and the thunder sound produced by his fists and feet beca deafening. Shattering souls and injuring spirits was now child's play.
Although the thunder sound produced by his fists and feet was not a spell, it was better than a spell.
"Just say, if you want to gain a foothold in my Qianyang Mountain, have you paid respects to the mountain head yet?"
Chen Shi shouted the sentence, then suddenly felt a massive wave of drowsiness wash over him. He couldn't help but close his eyes, a serene smile on his face, and fell asleep standing up.
He jolted awake a mont later, his hair standing on end.
He had struck first, yet he was still hit by the tip of the grey-clothed rat's tail. Just a casual touch on his head had sent him into a deep sleep!
This kind of strange art was sothing he had never encountered before!
"This Evil is strange! It knows spells!"
Chen Shi strode forward, arriving beside the corpse. A boom erupted from the corner of the rat's clothes, and a paper talisman tucked underneath ignited spontaneously.
In the fleeting firelight, Chen Shi saw clearly that the drawing on the paper was an Invisibility Talisman.
Drawing an Invisibility Talisman was extrely troubleso; it had to be drawn on clam paper.
Refining clam paper was also a tedious matter.
Clams are mirage-beasts (Shen). Shen are experts at concealnt and can breathe out illusory qi like mirages to hide their true bodies.
A Shen that lives for a thousand years becos a clam.
Collecting the shell of a clam, grinding it into fine powder, mixing it with paper pulp, and drying it into paper makes clam paper.
Then, using vermilion and black dog blood to grind ink, one writes the imperial edict at the top, the Three Pure Ones text below, then the three characters "Yu Cheng
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