Just A Daoist Who Occasionally Kicks Ass-Chapter 532: Might as Well Let Liu Jun Die! Binding Li Yanchu! Mysterious and Unknown Lands!

Chapter 532: Might as Well Let Liu Jun Die! Binding Li Yanchu! Mysterious and Unknown Lands!

He had no idea who the deceased black-robed monk really was. The old monk’s aura of resentment was almost tangible, his presence reeking of blood and strong corpse qi. Even without using Qi Sight, it was obvious, and naturally, he didn’t hesitate to take action.

“Could it really be this coincidental? So that means yesterday’s black-robed monk came to avenge his disciple?” Li Yanchu said.

“Highly likely. Master Yuanjue mentioned yesterday that the demonic monk’s disciple, Fa Neng, was injured. He seems to have been fighting a lot recently,” Ding Rou explained to Li Yanchu.

“What else did Master Yuanjue say? Was there anything strange about this black-robed monk?” Li Yanchu asked further.

Ding Rou thought for a moment. “Strange... Master Yuanjue noted that he hadn’t even paid attention to the black-robed monk at first. When we entered the city, we saw an old monk hit by a carriage. With so many people on the road, the carriage should have gone in any direction, yet it went straight for the distant monk... and he remained completely unharmed. Clearly, he is a cultivator.”

“So that’s when Master Yuanjue recognized the black-robed monk?” Li Yanchu asked.

To her surprise, Ding Rou shook her head. “At that time, the old monk didn’t reveal any aura. Just from his back alone, even Master Yuanjue didn’t recognize him.”

“Hm?” Li Yanchu was a little taken aback.

“The old monk hadn’t walked more than a few steps when he suddenly slipped, head over heels, and smashed straight into the ground. It looked like a pretty nasty fall and drew a huge crowd,” Ding Rou said.

“Why would someone falling over attract so many onlookers?” Li Yanchu asked, puzzled.

Ding Rou lifted her head and glanced at him, then said quietly, “Have you ever seen such an aged old man, who, at the instant he fell, flipped through the air more than a dozen times, only to still crash heavily to the ground in the end?”

Hearing her words, Li Yanchu and Liu Jun fell silent.

Case closed.

Now it was certain that the black-robed old monk had used some method to miraculously draw over the bad luck, or rather, the curse that had originally been on the demonic monk Fa Neng. From the absurd way his misfortune manifested, it was clear that the curse affected him far more severely than it did Liu Jun.

After all, Liu Jun wouldn’t flip dozens of times in midair just from a fall. Using that much force only to crash again, wouldn’t that snap your neck?!

“Something’s up with this black-robed monk,” Li Yanchu said, nodding.

You’d steal even bad luck too?

He told Liu Jun to call for the innkeeper, but after a moment’s thought, he stopped her.

“You’d better just sit here. I don’t want you to break your neck on the way.”

Liu Jun was speechless at his words. Why did that sound... oddly touching?

Then, Li Yanchu went to get the innkeeper himself. After hearing everything, she froze for a moment as well.

“It looks like this thing has locked onto Liu Jun,” the innkeeper said, glancing at the thread connected to Liu Jun in the Eight Trigrams Mirror.

She let out a sigh, then slowly raised her head and looked at Li Yanchu. “If it really comes to it... maybe don’t save her.”

When she heard her words, Liu Jun’s eyes flew wide open, as if struck by lightning, and a crushing sense of abandonment washed over her.

“Ma’am, I’ve been loyal to you! I’ve worked at the inn all this time. Even if I can’t claim any merit, I’ve certainly put in the hard work, you can’t just stand by and watch me die!” She broke down in tears.

“At this point, there’s only one way to save you,” the innkeeper said gravely.

“What way?!” Liu Jun’s eyes lit up.

The innkeeper glanced at Li Yanchu.

“Why are you looking at me? You’re not thinking of tying that thread onto my head, are you? I’m not sure I can handle that thing either,” Li Yanchu said, startled by her utterly unscrupulous look. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

“Exactly. Only by tying it to you can this calamity be completely resolved,” the innkeeper said.

“Are you kidding me? I can just go catch another demonic cultivator. This time I won’t kill him, I’ll just lock him up and cripple him,” Li Yanchu said.

The corner of Ding Rou’s mouth twitched.

For some reason, Li Yanchu was suddenly giving her the unmistakable vibe of a major villain.

The innkeeper shook her head. “It’s useless. No matter who gets tied by that thread, they’ll die. And once they do, the thread will return to Liu Jun’s head. Unless you really intend to let her die and wash your hands off the whole ordeal.”

Li Yanchu’s mouth twitched, and he said, “Are you guilt-tripping me?”

He looked utterly shocked. Was he being guilt-tripped by his own woman?

The innkeeper laughed. “It’s not as serious as you think. You have a Dao Dust Bead, and your fate is the toughest I’ve ever seen. I think even the spirit behind this curse wouldn’t be able to drain you dry.”

Hearing her words, Li Yanchu fell silent.

However, Liu Jun shook her head. “I absolutely can’t let Daoist Master Li put himself in danger. I haven’t even repaid him for saving my life yet.”

Her voice was firm and decisive; she was afraid, perhaps, but unwavering as she spoke.

“Fine, then you just wait to die.” The innkeeper nodded.

Liu Jun fell speechless at her words.

Meanwhile, Ding Rou glanced at Li Yanchu. Although she didn’t fully understand what had happened, she roughly grasped the situation.

Normally, at this point, Li Yanchu should have been puffing out his chest, standing up to take charge.

Yet, to everyone’s surprise, he simply gave Liu Jun a thumbs-up. “Don’t worry. I’ll perform a proper ritual for you so that in your next life you’re reborn into a good family. Leave this to me.”

Ding Rou’s mouth twitched slightly.

Such a familiar style.

Liu Jun’s twin ponytails made her look helpless, reminding Ding Rou of her own past misfortune. She felt a pang of sympathy for the young girl... for a moment. But Ding Rou knew that Li Yanchu would come up with a solution. He wouldn’t just sit by and let the girl die.

“Is there a way to find that spirit? Let’s kill it!” Li Yanchu said to the innkeeper.

“If we tie that thread, it might be possible,” the innkeeper replied.

“So all along, you wanted me to tie that thread to myself to help locate the spirit?” Li Yanchu gestured toward himself.

“Of course. Or should we let that curse drain your fortune and wait for you to die? Might as well let Liu Jun die instead,” the innkeeper said irritably.

Liu Jun fell silent; she didn’t know why, but despite feeling deeply touched, the conversation left her with mixed emotions.

“Thank you... thank you for helping me...”

Trusting the innkeeper, Li Yanchu agreed to the plan.

The three of them then moved to the backyard.

“Ready?”

“Yes, I’m ready.”

Listening to their exchange, Li Yanchu’s mouth twitched. What is this, a large-scale multi-level marketing event?

Then, the innkeeper reached out just like last time, touching the top of Liu Jun’s head before she tied the thread to Li Yanchu’s head.

“That’s it?” Ding Rou asked, serious.

She had expected some mysterious, elaborate ritual, but it was just that simple.

Just like that, the misfortune officially transferred. Li Yanchu could clearly feel his own fortune being drained, though because of the Dao Dust Bead, the loss was negligible.

***

Inside a mysterious realm in a vast, unknowable space, a vague black figure moved.

He sensed a peculiar aura and said, “Changed targets again?”

This time his eyes glinted fiercely, ready to suck the energy dry in one go.