The elderly man in the Tang suit looked incredulous and heartbroken. His soul-summoning banner! It was impervious to water and fire, yet it was destroyed just like that?

Who exactly are you?

“I’m your father!” Mingzhuo smiled slightly.

The elderly man in the Tang suit: "...Don't go too far!"

Ming Zhuoxin thought, "Great! I can go even further!" She then directed the peach wood sword to pierce the soul-summoning banner several more times.

Soon, a pile of tattered cloth lay scattered on the ground, and it was probably impossible to piece it back together now.

The elderly man in the Tang suit was probably so angry that he couldn't catch his breath and fainted.

Mingzhuo walked over and kicked the other person, "What are you dizzy about? Who is Qian Yuze to you?"

The elderly man in the Tang suit looked at her incredulously. "Are you the expert who broke my trap last time?"

No wonder I was defeated by them today! I lost a lot of my cultivation last time and barely escaped, but I ran into them again today.

He was filled with regret; he shouldn't have taken the job from the Li family! Had he known that this was the person behind Li Wenhe, he would never have done it a second time!

How could he dare to stay? He immediately threw out a smoke bomb and, taking advantage of everyone's inattention, ran away in a flash.

Mingzhuo: "Still trying to run away?"

She casually rolled up the fragments of the summoning banner; this thing couldn't be left here. She picked up her peach wood sword and chased after them.

The group ran through several alleys, and the old man cried out and fell in front of a courtyard, shouting, "Help!"

Several Taoist priests suddenly rushed out of the courtyard.

When Mingzhuo looked up, he realized that the courtyard was actually a Taoist temple, with a plaque next to it that read "Yunwu City Taoist Academy Study Base".

Those who came out were all filled with righteous indignation, and someone helped the old man up.

Zhuang Xun took the lead, drawing his magic sword and pointing it at the newcomer. The other party exuded a heavy aura of yin energy. "Who are you? How dare you be so insolent before my Xuanmen!"

He paused for a moment after speaking, then said, "Master?"

What's going on here? Why is the master here with such a sinister aura, and why does he seem to be chasing after Layman Liang?

The old man huddled behind the group of Taoist priests, his face covered in blood, looking pitiful and weak: "I was drinking tea at home when these people suddenly rushed in, trying to steal my family heirloom!"

Mingzhuo frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Seeing that things were not going well, Li Wenhe pulled Mingzhuo aside and looked at the Taoist priests warily.

Those people clearly regarded the three of them as enemies...

The old man said, "The three of you have been abusing an old man like me. I'm covered in injuries!" As he spoke, he suddenly lifted his clothes to show the injuries on his body.

Ming Zhuo didn't hold back when he kicked the old man, and the old man was indeed covered in bruises, clearly having been bullied!

Several hot-blooded young men immediately stepped forward to arrest the man. On the territory of the Taoist Academy, someone actually stole treasures and injured people. This was absolutely intolerable!

Zhuang Xun turned his sword around and blocked Ming Zhuo's path, saying, "How dare you! You mustn't be disrespectful to the master!"

Everyone was stunned. What was going on?

Zhuang Xun is the most outstanding disciple of the Taoist Academy of this generation and a pillar of the Xuanmen (Taoist school). He is very likely to succeed as the dean of the Taoist Academy in the future, so his words carry great weight.

His export of information was clear, and no one dared to make a move.

Liang Zongyuan felt a little panicked. He had been running around for many years, had a close relationship with the Taoist Academy, and had donated a lot of money, hoping to have some protection in the future.

How could these people not trust me, but instead trust a little girl? It shouldn't be like this!

"Why don't you all think about this? How old is she? How could she possibly have such profound cultivation? She must be a heretical cultivator, practicing unorthodox methods!"

Mingzhuo, with his fiery temper, couldn't hold back any longer and drew his peach wood sword, ready to punch someone!

"How dare you! You want to injure someone in public?" An elder stepped forward and raised his hand to knock Mingzhuo's peach wood sword away.

A whisk flicked over and wrapped around his arm. "Brother Wu, calm down."

Wu Jiao immediately became anxious, "How can you be so unable to distinguish right from wrong?"

Master Tingyun coughed lightly, "This is the master I mentioned to you before."

Wu Jiao was stunned for a moment, somewhat incredulous. The girl in front of him looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. How could this be?

But Master Yun wasn't the type to joke around, and Zhuang Xun was even more unruly; this was the first time he'd seen someone be so respectful to him.

He then turned his gaze to Liang Zongyuan, who was not a member of the Taoist sect but a lay Buddhist. They had been friends for over ten years and had a very close relationship.

He also simply couldn't believe that his good friend, who was always focused on seeking knowledge and doing good deeds, was an evil person.

Startled, Liang Zongyuan retreated repeatedly, looking pleadingly at the two people standing on the steps, "Master Wu! Master Tingyun!"

Wu Jiao grew anxious and tried to step forward to stop him.

Master Tingyun stopped him, "That peach wood sword isn't even sharpened, how could it hurt an ordinary person? Let's take another look."

The peach wood sword is a magical sword, specifically designed to subdue evil spirits. It can be used to slay ghosts, but it poses no threat to ordinary people; it can't even cut a finger.

Wu Jiao barely suppressed his anxiety, preparing to give Master Tingyun face and see what the situation was like.

Liang Zongyuan felt very uneasy! The peach wood sword grew longer in the wind, and the invisible sword energy cut his face painfully.

This was anything but harmless; he knew perfectly well that if he were to be struck by a sword, he would be dead!

Forced into a corner by the peach wood sword, and seeing that the others remained unmoved, he grabbed the disciple next to him and blocked the blow as the sword was about to strike.

The sword light pierced through his chest, and the disciple felt a chill in his heart, staring at Ming Zhuo in shock.

Liang Zongyuan: "She killed someone! She killed someone!"

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