Chapter Thirty-Two: Successful Job Change

The bandit’s vengeful spirit was completely caught off guard. As Li Yunfei was about to stand upright, his hand suddenly flipped, and an exorcism talisman appeared in his grasp. His hand was less than two feet from Tian Dazhuang’s forehead; he pressed forward and placed the talisman precisely onto Tian Dazhuang’s brow.

Tian Dazhuang’s body immediately went rigid. Without pause, Li Yunfei reached behind his waist, unfastened the Eight Trigrams Mirror, and poured all his spiritual power into it. The mirror burst forth with dazzling light.

He aimed the Eight Trigrams Mirror at Tian Dazhuang, and a shadowy figure instantly flew out from Tian Dazhuang’s body, who, in turn, collapsed limply to the ground.

Both the village chief and the three apprentices had already smeared ox tears on their eyelids, allowing them to witness this scene clearly.

At that moment, Master Chen and Master Yang rushed out from the main hall. Master Chen shouted loudly, “Brother Dafeng, catch the sword!”

He threw the peachwood sword toward Li Yunfei, who reached out and caught it securely.

Li Yunfei stepped over Tian Dazhuang’s fallen form and charged at the vengeful spirit’s true body.

Meanwhile, the three apprentices and the village chief worked together to lift Tian Dazhuang and retreat toward the hall.

Master Chen and Master Yang unfurled the Spirit-Binding Red Cord, stepping forward to support Li Yunfei.

The vengeful spirit wore clothing from the 1950s, shrouded in swirling black mist, his eyes glowing with terrifying red light, his face twisted and sinister.

Seeing Li Yunfei approaching, his body faintly radiating golden light and brimming with fierce momentum, the spirit screeched, “Damned Daoist, you actually plotted against me!”

Dark energy surged around his spectral form. He reached forward and grabbed, gathering the ferocious black mist into a broadsword, which he wielded without hesitation, charging at Li Yunfei.

They closed quickly, and the spirit raised the broadsword, slashing viciously at Li Yunfei’s neck.

Li Yunfei sidestepped, dodging the blow, then swept the peachwood sword diagonally toward the spirit’s waist.

The spirit reversed his grip, parrying Li Yunfei’s sword with his blade.

A thunderous crash resounded as blade met sword, sparks flying in every direction.

Li Yunfei had never learned swordsmanship, but he was well-versed in combat arts. He wielded the peachwood sword as if it were a blade, and thanks to his exceptional agility and reflexes, fought the vengeful spirit without falling behind.

The sounds of clashing weapons and flashing sparks continued, rapid and relentless, like fireworks and firecrackers.

The broadsword in the vengeful spirit’s hand was forged from powerful yin energy fused with murderous intent—utter evil.

Peachwood, the essence of the five sacred woods, known as the wood of immortals, inherently possessed the power to dispel evil. Once adorned with the exorcism talisman, it became the purest force of yang.

The two attributes were diametrically opposed, each at an extreme. Their clashes triggered fierce reactions, producing constant explosions and showers of sparks.

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These sparks were the result of yin and yang energies violently colliding—visible only to those whose eyes had been opened; ordinary people could not see them, only hear the thunderous noise.

Many villagers were awakened but dared not venture outside to investigate. They knew the Daoist masters were battling a ghost and waited for the commotion to subside.

With Li Yunfei’s spiritual power infused, the peachwood sword could not be damaged by the broadsword—it merely consumed spiritual energy. Likewise, the spirit’s soul energy was depleted with each collision.

Master Chen and Master Yang watched nervously from the courtyard’s edge, observing the fierce duel. They dared not approach, nor could they, like Li Yunfei, confront the spirit head-on; they had their own methods for dealing with such entities.

Truthfully, they were puzzled why Li Yunfei, as a Maoshan Daoist, did not use talismans and spells to defeat the spirit, but chose instead to fight with blades.

Little did they know that Li Yunfei was still completing his transfer task and had not yet received the full transmission of Daoist arts—apart from the Eye-Opening Spell, he knew virtually nothing about talismans or methods.

Soon, Master Chen and Master Yang began to relax.

Ultimately, Li Yunfei’s modern combat techniques gave him the upper hand. After dozens of exchanges, the spirit made a mistake, and Li Yunfei struck his chest with the sword.

A great shower of sparks erupted, accompanied by the spirit’s agonized scream.

Hit by the peachwood sword bearing the exorcism talisman, the spirit suffered as if a living person had been scalded with boiling oil—burned by fierce flames, wracked with pain.

Having succeeded, Li Yunfei pressed his advantage, attacking relentlessly.

Blow after blow, the spirit was battered, howling miserably.

The black mist surrounding him thinned, his spectral form grew increasingly transparent; if this continued, Li Yunfei would soon scatter his soul entirely—he would vanish without a trace.

Fear finally overtook the spirit. After cursing viciously, he turned to flee.

“Stop him!” Li Yunfei shouted.

Without hesitation, Master Chen and Master Yang advanced, holding the Spirit-Binding Red Cord.

The cord wrapped around the spirit’s waist; though he was incorporeal, the red cord, upon contact, acted as if it touched solid flesh.

The two men circled, one raising the cord, the other bending low, passing by each other and wrapping the spirit in loops.

With his soul power greatly diminished, the spirit could no longer escape their binding.

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Li Yunfei would not let such an opportunity slip by.

He rushed forward, the peachwood sword in his hand weaving a blur of motion.

Each strike drew more screams from the spirit, whose spectral form grew increasingly faint, his struggles weakening.

Master Chen and Master Yang stood left and right, holding the cord tightly, ceasing their movement.

Finally, after nearly a minute of high-frequency strikes, Li Yunfei’s last blow sliced through empty air.

Where once the peachwood sword struck the soul as if it were solid, now it passed through nothing—there could be only one reason: the spirit had been utterly destroyed.

“Congratulations, Host! The third stage of your transfer task is complete. You have received your reward.”

“Congratulations, Host! You have completed all transfer tasks and successfully become a Daoist of the Shangqing Sect of Maoshan School.”

Two consecutive system notifications echoed in Li Yunfei’s mind. Three books appeared out of thin air in his system storage, and their contents flooded into his consciousness.

Ordinarily, once the knowledge from the three books was absorbed, their physical forms would be unnecessary.

But the system had its reasons—never acting without purpose.

At that moment, a surge of spiritual energy swept away the turbid air above, pouring down into Li Yunfei’s body.

The experience gained from this spirit allowed him to level up.

After his transfer, each upgrade no longer brought the comfortable sensation within his body, but rather a direct infusion of spiritual energy, elevating his cultivation.

Li Yunfei did not immediately inspect his newfound memories. Now that the spirit was gone, Master Chen and Master Yang were retrieving the red cord.

Li Yunfei stepped forward, holding the peachwood sword in reverse, and clasped his hands to the two masters. “Thank you both for your assistance. Had that spirit escaped, all our efforts would have been wasted.”

Master Yang chuckled, “Brother Dafeng, aren’t you mistaken? This was our affair to begin with—you helped us, not the other way around.”

Li Yunfei was briefly stunned, then broke into silent laughter.

He had been so elated at completing his transfer task that he had unwittingly reversed roles.

“Heh, that’s true, but I still owe you both thanks for giving me a chance to put my knowledge to practical use.”

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