Starting from the Locked Dragon Well, I'll grind my way to becoming the Great Sage of Immortal

Chapter 39 Exorcising Evil

Jiang Qi's eyes burned with fighting spirit. He let out a low shout, and his blade flashed like the Li River flowing backward, slashing straight at Jiang Qi!

The distance between the two instantly closed to half a zhang (approximately 3.3 meters).

Just as the ghostly claw was about to collide with the longsword—

A sudden change has occurred!

"ah--!!"

Yan Beifeng's forward momentum suddenly froze, followed by a shrill scream.

The voice didn't sound fake; it was as if the person had seen something terrifying and abandoned their attack, covering their head with their hands and frantically retreating backward!

"Don't come any closer! Get away! Stay away from me!"

The sudden turn of events left Jiang Qi stunned for a moment.

This scene... seems familiar.

Previously, the old, mad beggar from the water shop died looking just like this.

Jiang Qi's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he looked down at himself.

Under the moonlight, there was nothing to be afraid of.

Only in his bosom did a faint glow appear.

"Turtle beads?"

The luster comes from the milky white pearl obtained from the water-suppressing beast of Suolong Well.

And then he took out the tortoise pearl.

"ah--!"

Yan Beifeng's screams became even more piercing!

The black lines on his face fluctuated violently, sometimes as thick as ink, sometimes fading to reveal pale skin underneath. His dark eyes flashed wildly between pure black and normal whites, and his whole body trembled as if he were having an epileptic seizure.

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!!"

Yan Beifeng desperately dodged backward, his previous arrogance completely gone.

Jiang Qi was slightly shaken. He took out the tortoise bead and held it in his palm.

"No! No!"

The tortoise-shaped pearl emitted a cool and tranquil aura, which only intensified Yan Beifeng's fear.

Could it be that... the old beggar's fear wasn't due to his own madness, but rather the well water, or perhaps the tortoise bead?

And this evil creature also seemed to be extremely afraid of this pearl...

Jiang Qi held a bead in his left hand and a knife in his right, and slowly stepped forward toward the terrified Yan Beifeng.

"No—! Please! Let me go! I'll leave! I'll leave right now!" The blackness on Yan Beifeng's terrified face had almost completely faded, and his face, distorted by extreme fear, flickered uncertainly.

Jiang Qi remained unmoved and took two more steps forward.

This time, it seems they've taken a bigger step.

Snapped!

A soft sound, like a bubble bursting.

Yan Beifeng's movements suddenly stopped, and he froze on the spot.

The last trace of black lines on his face disappeared, revealing a pale, empty face.

Immediately afterwards, a wisp of pitch-black energy shot out from the top of Yan Beifeng's head.

It circled haphazardly in mid-air for half a turn, then gave Jiang Qi a venomous glance before turning into a wisp of black smoke and fleeing into the distance, disappearing in an instant.

Looking into the courtyard, Yan Beifeng's body seemed to have been stripped of all support, his skin clinging tightly to his bones, and he was completely lifeless.

His appearance was exactly the same as that of the mad beggar who died in the water shop that night.

Jiang Qi stood there, looking at the tortoise bead in his palm, then at Yan Beifeng's dried corpse, his brows furrowed.

A two-headed turtle that breathes in and out moonlight; a turtle bead that can not only calm the mind but also ward off evil spirits...

"The Water-Suppressing Beast... Sotaki Well..."

In an instant, many questions flooded my mind.

But now is not the time for deep thought.

Although there was no movement outside the courtyard, the fighting and the outbreak of evil energy just now had likely alerted the surrounding area.

Jiang Qi composed himself and began cleaning up the battlefield.

First, they quickly searched He Zheng and Yan Beifeng, taking silver notes, medicine, and inner armor, among other things.

He then walked towards the small building.

The room reeked of blood. Upon entering, one could see Chen Feng, his chest gaping open and his eyes glazed over.

As Chen Feng lay dying, his lips moved only slightly, murmuring like a mosquito's buzz: "Father...Mother...Son...has not disgraced the Chen family...Son is now a Demon Suppressor...Sister...I...I've mastered it...Soon...I can bring you...home..."

The sound gradually faded until it could no longer be heard.

The last glimmer of light in their eyes was completely extinguished.

Jiang Qi sighed softly.

This man was cunning and treacherous. In order to improve his strength, he conspired with evil and wicked people, but in the end, he suffered a backlash and met such a tragic end.

Looking further inside, Jiang Qi saw Feng Heng's head on the table, his eyes wide open in death, and sighed again.

The two had some friction with him, but it was nothing more than friction.

Unexpectedly, in just one night, he became someone else's food.

This gives a glimpse into the cruelty of the world.

Without further delay, he quickly searched the house, erased any traces, and took some valuable and portable items with him.

Upon arriving at the front yard, Jiang Qi discovered that Zhao Xiaoqi had not yet left.

Xiao Qi's face was as pale as paper, but she forced herself to stay alert and tried to cover up the marks.

Seeing Jiang Qi come out, Xiao Qi raised her head, not daring to make any further moves.

He didn't know what the masked man in front of him would do to him.

Jiang Qi paused slightly, said nothing, and took a step forward, bringing his hand down in a karate chop.

Xiao Qi's body went limp, and she fainted.

Then, taking Xiaoqi with him, he leaped onto the wall and disappeared into the night.

Jiang Qi did not return to the water shop in Sweetwater Lane, nor did he go to Xiao Qi's house.

Instead, they determined their direction and sped off towards the outskirts of the city.

He walked through more than a dozen streets and alleys before finally stopping in front of an abandoned house.

They placed Xiaoqi inside and then hid outside.

To prevent any accidents, he planned to wait until Xiaoqi woke up before leaving.

......

Almost as soon as Jiang Qi left that courtyard, less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Several figures, swift as the wind, landed in the courtyard.

The leader was Shen Yi, the patrol officer of the Demon Suppression Division.

He was dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit, with a long, narrow sword at his waist. His face was cold and stern, and his eyes swept over the mess and corpses in the courtyard with lightning speed.

Behind him followed Instructor Zhou and a dozen or so elite black-clad Demon-Suppressing Guards.

A strong stench of blood filled the air, along with a lingering chill and eeriness.

"It's definitely the aura of the Heart-Eating Old Monster! And... it just manifested its demonic form here!"

Shen Yi crouched down to examine He Zheng's corpse, her brows furrowed. "The one who killed these people had a fierce and domineering swordsmanship, resembling the Wind-Breaking Sword Technique, and a perfected one at that. Their strength... at least at the late stage of the Blood-Breaking Realm..."

He then walked to Yan Beifeng's side, bent down to examine him, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Death from having his essence and blood drained... Only when a Heart-Eating Demon is extremely frightened or severely injured would it so recklessly abandon the flesh of its blood servant..."

Although this old monster was severely injured, being only at the late stage of the Blood Refining Realm shouldn't be enough to frighten it like this.

Coach Zhou walked over, his face grave: "There are signs that the scene has been cleaned up; it might not be just one person."

Shen Yi stood up, put his hands behind his back, and glanced at Chen Feng's corpse, which was faintly visible inside the small building, and the gruesome scene on the table. He then looked at the dead bodies of Liu Ying and the others in the courtyard and remained silent for a moment.

"This matter is suspicious. Yan Beifeng is the only son of Yan Liang, the leader of the Blood Blade Hall of the Qingshui Gang. His death here, especially with his sinister identity exposed, will definitely cause a stir once the news gets out," Shen Yi said in a low voice.

"Everyone must keep silent about what happened tonight and not reveal a single word! Search this place thoroughly, take all the bodies back, and record them as 'attacked by an unknown evil spirit, killed in mutual combat'."

"Yes, sir!" the Demon-Suppressing Guards responded in unison.

"Master," Shen Yi looked at Instructor Zhou, "the Wind-Breaking Blade is a martial art of the Zhenyuan Martial Arts School, but it's only a low-level technique. It seems that very few people can master it to perfection, right?"

Instructor Zhou nodded solemnly: "I will ask the master about this matter."

"Thank you for your trouble, sir."

The night wind howled, carrying with it the stench of blood in the courtyard.

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