Chapter 500: Chapter 170: The Little Prince of Great Zhou! The Destiny Coffin Appears Again! (A 10,000-Word Mega Chapter, Subscription Requested)_6
"Audacious specter! How dare you approach the Great Zhou Imperial City, let alone attempt to cause havoc near it!" continued that stern shout, "Utterly brazen! Watch how I, the poor Taoist, will capture you!"
The Little Prince and Hu Banban hurriedly looked towards the source of the voice and saw a middle-aged Taoist Priest, emanating an aura of righteousness.
In his hand, he held a Peach Wood Sword, facing off against a very peculiar presence on the street.
A faint white mist permeated the air.
This was the physical manifestation of Yin Energy.
The pervasive Yin Energy somewhat obscured the view of the two ordinary people, making it difficult for them to see the eerie creature that was confronting the Taoist Priest clearly.
"It’s a coffin!" At that moment, Xing Fengzi’s voice timely rose, "Or rather, a red sarcophagus—an enormous one at that!"
"Coffin? Sarcophagus?" Hu Banban rubbed his eyes, trying hard to see the situation clearly.
But he still couldn’t see clearly.
Then he saw Xing Fengzi hand them each an incantation paper and began to explain, "If you want to see what’s happening, you can crumple this incantation paper into a ball and keep it in your mouth. It will grant you the power similar to opening your spiritual eye for the duration of a stick of incense."
Hu Banban grabbed the Little Prince’s arm to stop him and was the first to stuff the incantation paper into his mouth.
Suddenly, he felt as if the images before his eyes became crystal clear.
The strange white mist in the air seemed unable to block his sight.
At that very moment,
Hu Banban shuddered, his face filled with shock and fear, staring ahead.
Because he saw the large red sarcophagus described by Xing Fengzi—the eerie sarcophagus in the middle of the road emanated an aura that was truly spine-chilling!
With an incantation paper in his mouth, Hu Banban spoke with difficulty, warning, "Your Highness, don’t just use these kinds of incantation papers..."
"They will make you...ugh!"
Hu Banban was just about to warn the Little Prince that using these magical incantation papers carelessly could lead to seeing horrifying sights,
When he looked down and realized,
The Little Prince had already used one.
This prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty also saw the large red sarcophagus; what kind of terrifying things had such a small child ever seen before?
The intense fear nearly halted the Little Prince’s breathing.
Although he previously seemed very interested in gods and ghosts, when he actually encountered them, he felt boundless fear!
It was a case of "loving the idea of dragons, but not an actual dragon."
Xing Fengzi’s voice continued, "Daoist Fan Wu of Yunju Temple, it seems you know something about this specter?"
Xing Fengzi was somewhat surprised.
"Sort of," Fan Wu said, "And it’s not the first time I’ve come into contact with it. I didn’t expect it to come out again. And to think it ran all the way from the Nanjun Prefecture Government to the vicinity of the Great Zhou Imperial City without anyone guarding it."
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Elsewhere,
The middle-aged Taoist Priest confronting the enormous red sarcophagus was already so tense that he was breaking out in a cold sweat. Sensing the spread of Yin Energy outside earlier, driven by the impulse to help when seeing injustice, he immediately came out to exterminate the evil spirit and uphold justice!
Yet, when directly facing such a ghastly creature, he suddenly realized...
How overwhelmingly powerful the specter’s aura was.
It was a bit beyond his expectations!
The palm of his hand gripping the Peach Wood Sword was oozing with sweat, becoming very moist.
Yet, to bolster his courage, he still declared loudly, "I am a cultivator from Qihua Mountain, disciple of the renowned Qihua Celestial Master from hundreds of years ago! You insignificant specter would be wise to retreat immediately if you have any sense!"
"Otherwise..." Feeling that holding only the Peach Wood Sword was somewhat insufficient, the middle-aged Taoist Priest quickly produced a Dharma Bell with his other hand.
He shook the Dharma Bell and cautioned, "This Peach Wood Sword was made from a tree struck by lightning three hundred years ago. Even without infusing it with cultivated Taoist Mana, it can slay demons and exorcise evil!"
"This Dharma Bell is a Magic Artifact brought from my master’s school!"
However, when the big red coffin moved forward a bit,
the face of the middle-aged Taoist, previously filled with righteousness, could not hold back his alarm.
He instinctively retreated several steps, and even in his panic, tried to pull out the talismans from his bosom.
But when he saw that the big red coffin stopped moving,
he realized that he seemed to have been played, tricked by such a strange creature!
"Damn you, you weird coffin with wheels!" the middle-aged Taoist gritted his teeth in shame and anger, "How dare you scare me!"
"You will pay for this..."
Before the middle-aged Taoist could finish his sentence, his eyes widened in shock as he saw the wheels on either side of the enormous red coffin move! The coffin, several sizes larger than ordinary ones, charged straight towards him!
Speed!
So fast!
In the blink of an eye, the middle-aged Taoist saw the big red coffin was already upon him, less than three steps away from where he stood!
It was over!
He could already feel the terrifying impact of the big red coffin; hit head on by such a strange thing, his frail body... Even if it didn’t kill him, he would be grievously injured.
When facing such a terrifying creature, what difference was there between severe injury and death?
At the age of ten, he had been taken in by the Taoist Priest of Jiuhua Mountain, and after thirty years of practice, he was now forty. An age warranting him the qualification to descend the mountain alone, exorcising demons and defending the Tao.
But was his first exorcism and defense of the Tao to end in such a tragic manner?
The middle-aged Taoist had already closed his eyes, because with under three steps between him and the coffin, all he could do was shut his eyes.
He could only accept the inadequacy of his skills.
Calmly face the arrival of death.
He had even made peace with the idea of being scolded by the ancestors of Jiuhua Mountain after arriving in the Netherworld.
Boom!!!
Until a muffled sound from ahead made the middle-aged Taoist think he must have been struck. The lack of pain probably meant he was killed instantly, right?
Perhaps his body was already dead, and only his soul was capable of conscious thought.
Huh?
That’s not right!
How could his soul still breathe? And why didn’t he feel like he had been thrown by the impact?
The middle-aged Taoist was taken aback.
Upon opening his eyes and looking forward, he saw a very tall figure in front of him. He swore he had never seen such a towering and burly person in his life.
He saw that the stranger in front of him seemed to be carrying a large sword on his back, a sword that looked very familiar to him.
He also saw the man with his arms crossed in front, appearing not to take things very seriously.
Standing on just his right foot.
His left foot was pushing against the front, firmly stopping the big red coffin from advancing even an inch further in its wild charge!
Hisss!
What immense strength!
He couldn’t believe it!
Then, he heard the unfamiliar man in front of him, in a relaxed and mocking tone, seemingly speaking to someone, "How has this beat-up old coffin gotten a pair of shoddy wooden wheels since the last time I saw it?"
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