Chapter 163: Paper Effigies and Paper Souls

I said, "Ghost catchers, much like those in the Numinous Treasure Sect of your Orthodox Unity Sect."

Fatty Zuo replied, "The patriarchs of the Lushan School originally started out as paper-effigy artisans. That old man riding the pig wasn't a villager, but rather a paper soul. You could say that just as a bustling place of human activity gives rise to a local earth deity, that old man felt a deep sense of affinity when he saw Lu Xiaoxiao. He originally wanted to guide us and help us avoid the Bamboo Fairy, but who would have expected..."

As the elevator doors slid open, Lu Fengyun lunged forward abruptly. With a sweeping glance around, he sprinted toward the operating rooms ahead.

Zhao Jia ordered a halt to the archers. Under Yudan’s ferocious glare, he had his men fetch a lasso and, stepping forward himself, tightly bound Yudan before dragging him down to the ground.

Just moments before, He Lingyu had run over to the edge of the pond, but she hadn't seen any trace of the bugs that Shuimei and Spinach had spoken of.

Yet Su Heng never imagined that not even a month would pass before troop after troop under his command was driven back in defeat.

If the Lin family intended to make a move, they would likely exercise caution and avoid doing so recklessly out of fear of discovery.

However, I wonder if Mom has managed to win Dad over yet? And once she does, how will Dad deal with such a disobedient wife?

Therefore, none of them were in a hurry to strike. Instead, they observed beforehand, continually studying the boundary restrictions laid down by the soaring drought demon.

"Senior, since our host has spared your lives, it means he has no desire to kill you. You are free to leave," Feng Ting said calmly.

Tian Qiqin had not expected Lu Fengyun capable of voicing such reasoning. Although she sensed that his words were meant to comfort her, she found herself momentarily at a loss for any counterargument to refute him.

Tang Luotong shook her head. Someone had to remain here, while she hurried off to the headquarters to attend the board meeting.

The fourth blade slashed downward. This strike was a direct contest of their inner energies. The moment his Qilin True Fire collided with Tie Hu's dark-gray inner energy, it instantly burst apart, the subsequent shockwave driving him back more than ten steps.

"Senior Brother Li, wait." Bai Hua halted in her tracks, condensing her inner Qi to conjure a tiny flame in the palm of her hand. She prayed silently to herself that this little flame would not let her down.

With that, Uncle Tie waved his hand dismissively toward Ouyang Tingshuang. Having been starved for quite some time, Ouyang Tingshuang eagerly hurried outside.

"This wine... where did you find it?" A trace of unusual emotion flickered in the depths of Nether's eyes as he gazed at the wine jar on the table.

Outside the door, the townspeople at first only heard the dull thuds of combat, but within a few breaths, the sounds inexplicably intensified, accompanied by Tian Sanfan's furious roars.

With a constriction of his pupils, Nether snapped back to his senses in astonishment. He was baffled as to why such a thought had suddenly arisen in his heart.

Looking at the fair skin of her left arm, Zhenai bit her lower lip and turned her gaze back toward the figures outside the formation.

"Young Master, if you're leaving the city, take us with you," Wang Wei said, his face full of yearning. The reason they had been practicing martial arts with desperate intensity during this period was simply to guard and protect Duan Lingfeng. Knowing full well that Duan Lingfeng intended to move against the people of the Datong Bank, how could they possibly hide away and wait for their young master's protection instead of going to help?

"My Ping'an is truly endearing. Not to mention others, but her father and father-in-law have already fought more than one war over her," Xiao Jingkang said proudly, like a peacock displaying its tail.

Yet upon hearing Night Wind's reply, a profound sense of relief washed over him, as if a heavy burden had finally been lifted from his heart.

Qin Hao hurriedly scooped up Huang Ya, slung him across his shoulder, and retreated rapidly.

Without lingering further, Qin Heng employed his lightness kung fu to retrace his steps out of Shaolin Temple, and then casually found a secluded spot to hide and rest.

After returning to Zhaoyang Peak for lunch, Ye Tian headed back to the Xuanfeng Cave to cultivate. By now, the fifth level beneath the Xuanfeng Cave belonged entirely to Zhaoyang Peak's domain, and many disciples practiced their arts on that very floor.