Just A Daoist Who Occasionally Kicks Ass-Chapter 501: The Status of the Judge’s Brush! Power Projection? Laying It All Out!

Chapter 501: The Status of the Judge’s Brush! Power Projection? Laying It All Out!

The old Confucian scholar was stunned. He struggled with all his might, but found that he couldn’t move at all.

Li Yanchu pulled a brush from his bosom and directly pressed it against the old scholar’s forehead. The brush seemed almost sentient, as if of its own accord it wrote a large, bold “Seal” character on the old scholar’s forehead.

Then Li Yanchu stepped forward and took everything out of the old scholar’s bosom.

The old scholar’s eyes went wide, and he nearly spat up a mouthful of blood. He stared at the young Daoist as if he were staring at a ghost.

“You really are not a good person!” Li Yanchu’s expression darkened as he saw the glass bottle containing the bizarre eyeball.

With a wave of his hand, all of the old scholar’s possessions were swept into a Universe Pouch. Then he stepped forward and struck the old scholar unconscious with a palm. For a grandmaster of martial arts, knocking someone out was far too easy.

With a single punch, if he said he’d break three of your bones, he absolutely wouldn’t break a fourth; his control over his strength was almost unnaturally precise.

The little, delicately carved girl watched Li Yanchu’s fluid, effortless movements, her lips twitching slightly.

This person... is he a proper Daoist? she thought.

From appearance, though, he looked more like a wandering rogue, a martial vagabond who robbed villages.

Yet the White Marsh Demon Kingdom sovereign didn’t attack Li Yanchu; instead, she smiled at him. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

There was something mischievous in his aura, and she rather liked it. Aura, of course, could be sensed, but most of the time, people judged by appearance. The sovereign of White Marsh Demon Kingdom found this young Daoist quite pleasing to look at.

She thought, Hmm... this male is good-looking, quite suitable for... mating.

Li Yanchu glanced at her and said, “What are you looking at?”

Hearing his question, the White Marsh Demon Kingdom sovereign’s eyes narrowed.

“Bold fiend! I can see at a glance that you are no human!” Li Yanchu shouted angrily.

In the next instant, his body vanished. When he reappeared, he was behind the White Marsh Demon Kingdom sovereign. A massive hand immediately formed, towering a full person’s height, enveloping her body.

Divine Astral Hand!

Great Unified Qi Seizing Art!

The White Marsh Demon Kingdom sovereign vanished in an instant. The next moment, a little girl with wide, furious eyes reappeared, swinging her tiny fists toward Li Yanchu.

Bang!

The air itself seemed to crack with the sonic boom from her small fists. A tremendous force surged forward like a tidal wave.

Li Yanchu’s heart sank. Using his Spirit Eyes earlier, he had already seen that this delicately carved little girl was actually a powerful demon. Her strength was unexpectedly considerable.

Then, he threw a punch, and his massive, surging blood qi rolled out like a vast ocean.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged over ten strikes. Each punch in midair erupted with sonic booms.

The terrifying shockwaves radiated outward, directly blasting the stiffened old scholar’s body. He was flung through the air, tumbling multiple times, and crashed heavily against the trees!

When the old scholar finally slid down from the thick tree trunks, his nasal bone was shattered, and blood streamed down his face, the pain causing tears to flow. Confucian cultivators did not train their bodies rigorously; their physical strength was only slightly above that of ordinary people.

At this moment, the Immobilization Spell inside the old Confucian scholar finally wore off. In excruciating pain, he immediately rolled on the ground, wailing, as the collision had caused significant internal injuries.

No one paid attention to his miserable state. Li Yanchu and the White Marsh Demon Kingdom sovereign’s figures vanished and reappeared repeatedly, leaving only faint afterimages and transparent ripples of force visible in the air!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The entire area shook violently.

The White Marsh Demon Kingdom sovereign was greatly astonished. White Marsh Demon Kingdom, after all, was an ancient divine beast; it was normal for her to possess terrifying strength.

But this young Daoist... what was going on? Why did he have such fearsome power and explosive capability?

Boom!

Li Yanchu directly punched the White Marsh Demon Kingdom sovereign into a deep pit. His blazing blood qi scorched and hardened the earth around her, like a massive, raging furnace.

“I won’t fight you anymore, young Daoist. I’ll remember you,” said the White Marsh Demon Kingdom sovereign as she climbed out of the pit, casually brushing the dust from her body.

Her delicate face was smudged with dirt, looking a little disheveled. After saying this, her figure vanished, as if she had never appeared.

“Was that instant movement, or a projection?” Li Yanchu mused silently.

He took out the Eight Trigrams Mirror to try to locate the mysterious little girl, but within its coverage, there was no trace of her aura. It was as if the previous encounter had been a dream.

He shook his head, not dwelling on it. The girl had shown no blood fiend energy, no lingering spirits. She appeared more like a demon who had long been secluded in the mountains for cultivation. Thus, he had not struck her immediately.

With a shift of his body, he used Godspeed and appeared before the old Confucian scholar, waking him up.

The old scholar felt his scalp tingle, a chill spreading through him, and then saw an icy-looking young Daoist standing before him.

“I’ll ask only once. Who are you? Who are you working for? What is happening here?”

“If you refuse to answer or dare to lie to me, you will feel my methods,” Li Yanchu said in a low voice.

The old scholar swallowed nervously. This overwhelming pressure was something he had only ever felt from the young prince.

“My name is Zhao Heng. I serve the Prince Qing's Mansion. In Xuzhou Prefecture, a bizarre evil spirit has appeared, causing serious harm. It can possess ordinary people and cultivators, constantly switching bodies. I came here because of this matter.

“I’ve already captured one of its ghostly eyes, intending to take it back for research. But when I followed the trail to Dongyang County, I discovered agents from the White Marsh Demon Kingdom acting secretly, cooperating with an ancient force from Mount Youming.”

He spoke in one breath, wincing from the pain and occasionally drawing cold breaths. It was clearly difficult for him.

Li Yanchu said in a low voice, “So... this matter is connected to Mount Youming?”

“Yes. The previous ghost eye was obtained by an old Daoist from Mount Youming. He attempted to merge with it, but the eye affected his mind. He set up a Ten Directions Spirit-Refining Formation in Dongyang County, acting insanely, attempting to massacre civilians and harm innocent lives to cultivate his dark arts!

“This matter is closely tied to the White Marsh Demon Kingdom. My investigation shows that it was indeed a conspiracy between White Marsh Demon Kingdom and Mount Youming. If the young Daoist hadn’t intervened earlier, I would have been killed by that demon girl, and the truth would have been completely buried.”

So that’s why the old Daoist went completely mad... Li Yanchu frowned. “So the reason you had this bottle with you was for research, not because you were the mastermind behind this?”

“Correct. I intended to take the ghost eye back to Prince Qing's Mansion. Young Daoist, did you notice? This ghost eye is different from ordinary evil spirits, it doesn’t seem to belong to the human world,” the old scholar said, full of righteousness.