Just A Daoist Who Occasionally Kicks Ass-Chapter 475: Coffin Nails! Telekinetic Command! Control Skills! Fighting the Giant Ghost! Big Empty!

Chapter 475: Coffin Nails! Telekinetic Command! Control Skills! Fighting the Giant Ghost! Big Empty!

Li Yanchu himself didn’t choose any of these artifacts. At his current level, the peak Yin Spirit of the advanced second realm, he could already manifest his primordial spirit form. The primordial spirit form he cultivated was the Mount Longhu Taiji Yin-Yang Method, which was immensely powerful.

By comparison, these magical artifacts were quite ordinary. They were sufficient for self-protection, but any ghost that Li Yanchu’s Taiji Yin-Yang Method couldn’t handle, these artifacts wouldn’t make a difference either. Of course, if the opportunity arose, he might use them to deal some damage as a quick skirmish.

Boom! Boom!

Loud crashes and the roars of the giant ghost continued reverberating through the Liu ancestral hall.

Li Yanchu could clearly see now: the giant ghost was being relentlessly stabbed with a long spear by a genderless demon-like figure. The demon was extremely fast, making the giant roar repeatedly, but couldn’t fully harm it.

Nearby, a yin-yang master held a clay jar, scattering a handful of white ashes from it. The ashes seemed almost sentient, clinging to the giant ghost like bone maggots, gradually slowing its movements.

These two were likely the same people that Master Zhiqing had seen trailing the palace-dressed beauty. One was a yin-yang master, and the other a gender-ambiguous demon. Under Li Yanchu’s Qi Sight, their auras were obscure and filled with a sense of foreboding!

“They’re ghosts too?”

Li Yanchu was a bit surprised. He had originally thought these were outsiders using some secret technique to enter the blood-mooned town.

“Roar!”

The towering giant ghost went completely berserk. Black auras swirled across its massive body, and its blood-red eyes sent chills down one’s spine. It even thrust one of its arms directly into the huge mouth on its chest.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

The sickening sound of bones snapping and flesh being chewed rang out incessantly, making anyone’s stomach churn. Yet, paradoxically, the giant ghost’s aura surged even higher!

The genderless demon’s eyes flashed with alertness. The spear in their hands transformed into a black iron chain, immediately ensnaring the giant ghost and preventing its next move.

The yin-yang master pulled a white candle from his robe and ignited it. As the candle burned, it emitted green flames, eerily like the ghostly fire spoken of in legends.

Both the chain and the green flame had their effect: the giant ghost’s movements were restrained, and the candle seemed to calm it, making the sound of chewing slower and its actions more sluggish.

Clearly, their goal was to suppress the giant ghost’s berserk rampage!

Shhkk!

Suddenly, a coffin nail shot into the yin-yang master’s forehead. Indeed, it was a gruesome and shocking sight!

Blood spread across his face like a spiderweb in an instant. The master cried out in pain, clutching his forehead, and both the candle and clay jar fell to the ground. Meanwhile, the terrifying giant ghost’s aura surged again, and its chewing accelerated.

Just then, Li Yanchu had used his Telekinetic Command, controlling a coffin nail midair to strike the yin-yang master’s forehead.

“What brilliant Telekinetic Command!” Master Zhiqing stared at the empty hand in amazement.

No wonder Daoist Master Li didn’t need any magical artifacts; his marvelous Daoist techniques alone could subdue ghosts. And with his Telekinetic Command, any artifact was instantly at his disposal; there was no need to carry them.

For the first time, Zhiqing, a monk accustomed to using Buddhist powers to suppress demons, felt a pang of admiration. In awe, he thought, Incredible!

Zhiqing’s gaze toward Li Yanchu was filled with respect.

Zhang Wei first habitually looked at Li Yanchu with reverence, but then his peripheral vision caught the glowing-eyed Zhiqing, and his caution suddenly spiked.

Something’s off about this monk...

But he quickly smirked to himself. Xiao Ran is so beautiful, yet she still lost to me. You, a bald monk, think you can compete for his favor!? Do you even have a second sister?!

Master Zhiqing had no idea that, in Zhang Wei’s eyes, he now looked like a small-time weakling. He was still observing Li Yanchu’s movements, trying hard to imprint them in his mind and learn. Street-smart players really are quick learners!

Bang!!

Then, a loud crash rang out, and the black spear was shattered outright. This was mainly because the genderless demon’s body suddenly stiffened, halting all force output. It simply couldn’t restrain the towering, immensely powerful giant ghost.

Daoist art: Immobilization Spell!

By the time the genderless demon regained control of its body, a massive hand had already reached toward them; it was the giant ghost, possessing unimaginable strength.

The demon tried to retreat, only to find its body frozen again.

Damn it! they cursed inwardly.

The giant ghost’s palm gripped their arm, and crunch, crunch, bones, flesh, and sinew were shredded by the mouth within the ghost’s hand. Yet the demon couldn’t make a sound, nor could they move until the Immobilization Spell wore off.

“Ah!” A heart-wrenching scream tore from the genderless demon, their face twisted in agony.

At that moment, the giant ghost suddenly stopped, its gaze drawn irresistibly toward the white candle. This thing truly had the power to attract spirits, and its priority was high enough to make the ghost abandon what was almost its meal.

The yin-yang master’s forehead bore a coffin nail, and his eyes were bloodshot, and his face pale with horror. The chain of events had been so bizarre that he didn’t even have time to think; he simply used the candle to lure the giant ghost’s attention first.

Suddenly, the candle in his hand vanished!

“Eh!?” The yin-yang master gasped, eyes wide.

My huge candle is... gone?

He was stunned, then his gaze fell on the street. Through the broken walls, he saw a group of people led by a strikingly handsome young Daoist holding a white candle.

“Damn it!” The yin-yang master’s voice was sharp, filled with overwhelming rage.

In the next moment, a streak of light shot toward him, sending shivers down his spine. He remembered the coffin nail lodged in his forehead and was terrified; another one and he might wish he were dead.

In almost an instant, the yin-yang master deployed his ultimate trump card: a divine incense stick. This incense was strange; it could be lit with just a thought, no fire required. Thanks to this property, a miraculous force instantly appeared in front of him, directly intercepting the streak of light.

Strangely enough, the divine incense burned out almost instantly, as if it were a single-use item only capable of blocking one attack.

“Damn it!” The yin-yang master, seeing clearly what the streak of light was, couldn’t help but curse. It was just an ordinary stone! Even if it shattered his body, it wouldn’t cause fatal damage; after all, he was a ghost and could easily recover from such an injury.

“You bastard, you’re too sneaky!” the yin-yang master roared in anger.