Reclaiming the Treasures of Xuanyue Temple
Impossible!
Ling Yuan has cultivated for decades, while this young girl is merely fourteen or fifteen years old. How could she possibly surpass him?
Undeterred, he stepped forward, intending to tear apart the talisman.
But as soon as he touched it, a surge of power surged forth, forcing his hand apart.
His right hand tingled and went numb.
“Who are you? Who is your master?!” Ling Yuan exclaimed, both shocked and enraged.
Such a powerful talisman must have been drawn by her master.
Nanli couldn’t be bothered to answer, simply saying, “Bring me the ashes.”
“Are you planning to send her off to reincarnation? You truly are a kind-hearted person,” Ling Yuan retorted, taking out a porcelain jar and a talisman.
“If the young miss wants her ashes, you must exchange them with the talisman drawn by your master. Otherwise, I will destroy Liu Ru’s ashes.”
Chu Shuo widened his eyes, filled with anger.
“You old Taoist, how can you be so treacherous!”
Ling Yuan paid him no mind.
His cultivation was average, but if he had powerful talismans by his side, it would be a different story.
Nanli remained unfazed.
Seeing this, Ling Yuan sneered coldly, preparing to activate the talisman to show her that he wasn’t joking.
However, at that moment, Nanli took out a plaque, her voice cold and filled with endless authority.
“Kneeling, Huai Xu, the 43rd generation disciple of Xuanyue Temple!”
The plaque was crescent-shaped, originally pitch black, but now it emitted a golden light.
Ling Yuan’s legs instantly became incredibly heavy, forcing him to kneel, leaving two small dents on the wooden floor, with blood slowly seeping out.
The jar of ashes in his hand rolled to the side.
Ling Yuan wanted to retrieve it, but he couln't move with his pinned to the ground.
The shopkeeper and Chu Shuo were dumbfounded.
What was happening?
Nanli sneered, voicing slowly.
“So, it’s really you, Huai Xu.” When she was in Xuanyue Temple, Qing Xu had mentioned this good junior brother of hers.
Qing Xu, although average in his Taoist skills, never resorted to deceit or trickery, never deceiving the temple’s visitors.
Huai Xu, on the other hand, was different. With limited abilities, he would release evil spirits to deliberately harass the temple’s visitors in order to make money.
They had many disagreements, and in the end, Huai Xu stole two treasures from Xuanyue Temple and left.
Whenever this matter was brought up, Qing Xu would pound his chest and stamp his feet, saying that he had raised an ungrateful disciple.
So when the shops of Chunxi Tower were haunted, she immediately thought of Huai Xu, as they used the same tricks.
“How did you get the Sect Master’s token?!”
Huai Xu’s eyes were filled with astonishment.
“You dare to steal Xuanyue Temple’s Sect Master token from me!”
“I didn’t steal it, Qing Xu put it in my pocket,” Nanli played with the token, a hint of a smile on her lips.
“He said the Ancestor recognized me, and this token would be effective in my hands. I didn’t expect it to be true.”
Huai Xu’s knees felt as if they were being pricked by countless needles, and he was covered in cold sweat, unable to believe it.
Every disciple who joined Xuanyue Temple had to drip blood on the Sect Master’s token on the day they became disciples, which would then bind the disciples of the temple.
Neither the Ancestor nor the Master could make the token work, let alone his senior brother.
He had always thought it was a fabrication, but he never expected it to be true, and the token was effective in the hands of a young girl!
Nanli picked up the jar of ashes.
Chu Shuo was afraid that she would give it to him, so he quickly took a few steps back.
Nanli sighed and stuffed the jar of ashes into a cloth bag.
The bag was affixed with a storage talisman, like a small warehouse capable of holding many things.
Seeing this, Huai Xu gritted his teeth and protested, “Even if you hold the Sect Master’s token, I am still your senior brother. Is this how you treat your elders?”
“First, Qing Xu is not my master. Second, you were already expelled from Xuanyue Temple,” Nanli turned her head slightly; her voice icy.
“Return the treasures, and I will spare your life today.”
Huai Xu immediately denied, “I didn’t take the treasures that day. It was my senior brother who framed me!”
If he were to return the treasures, he would become a useless person.
Nanli raised an eyebrow, recalling Qing Xu’s words, and simply called out, “Heaven Star Brush! Dark Moon Sword!”
The half-moon token in her hand grew slightly hot.
The cloth bag around Huai Xu’s waist immediately swelled up.
He was filled with immense terror, clutching it tightly and even pasting talismans on it.
Unexpectedly, the two treasures caused the cinnabar on the talismans to fade and tear in half, and even the cloth bag exploded with a bang!
Huai Xu suffered a backlash, spitting out a mouthful of black blood, instantly weakening his strength.
The brush and the sword floated in the air for a moment before flying towards Nanli and stopping in front of her.
Chu Shuo had never seen such scene before and his eyes were wide open in astonishment.
Nanli calmly extended her hand, and two artifacts gently fell into her grasp.
One was a brush capable of drawing more powerful talismans, while the other was a millennium-old peach wood sword capable of vanquishing all manner of evil spirits.
Chu Shuo couldn’t contain his excitement, exclaiming, “Little Sister, you are truly formidable!”
“They... they are mine…” Huai Xu’s heart was filled with unwillingness as he struggled to rise, despite the weight of his shattered knee.
However, with a flicker of golden light, the half-moon token passed by, causing him to kneel heavily once again.
This time, the sound of his knee bones shattering echoed through the air, and Huai Xu cried out in agony, drenched in sweat.
Suddenly, a cacophony of footsteps could be heard from outside.
A large group of soldiers rushed into the shop, surrounding the siblings.
The Chief of Supreme Court stepped forward, witnessing Huai Xu barely clinging to life, kneeling on the ground and coughing up blood.
He immediately shouted, “How dare you two commit violence in someone’s shop late at night!”
Chu Shuo was taken aback but still stood in front of Nanli and protected her. He defended, “Master, we haven’t even touched him. He knelt down on his own.”
Huai Xu’s eyes gleamed, and he hurriedly shouted, “Master Zhou, not only did they attack me, but they also robbed me of my artifacts. I implore Master Zhou to do the justice.”
Zhou Sheng stood with his hands behind his back. Without asking any questions, he immediately ordered, “Retrieve the items and return them to Taoist Ling Yuan. Then, escort these two back to the Supreme Court for a thorough investigation!”
“Master Zhou, our father is Marquis An'yang,” Chu Shuo revealed his identity. “These items rightfully belong to my younger sister.”
Zhou Sheng sneered and pointed his sword directly at Chu Shuo.
“Since you are the young master of the An'yang Marquis Mansion, there is no need to bring you back to the Supreme Court. Tomorrow, I will send someone to inform the Old Lady of your unfortunate demise, stating that you encountered bandits while venturing out at night.”
If they were not dealt with tonight, they would become a never-ending source of trouble.
At this moment, Huai Xu sat paralyzed on the ground, emitting a chilling smile. “Daring to oppose me, you truly do not know what is good for you.”
Chu Shuo was so shocked that he couldn’t utter a word.
As Zhou Sheng prepared to strike with his sword, Chu Shuo’s body stiffened, unable to move.
Nanli stepped forward, using her Dark Moon Sword to deflect Zhou Sheng’s blade. Strangely enough, despite being a wooden sword, it collided with the steel sword without leaving a single mark or damage.
“Little Sister…” Chu Shuo’s throat tightened, his eyes welling up with tears.
“Brother, there is no need to fear. With me here tonight, no one can bring about our ‘unfortunate demise’,” Nanli said calmly, her expression and gaze unaffected, as if she had never regarded the people from the Supreme Court with any importance.