Hua Qing pulled the long sword from Shou Kun Zhenren's chest and, in a fit of rage, went berserk, stabbing at the lowly vampires.

Bi Xie continued chanting incantations and performing magic.

After the purple lightning, rain suddenly began to fall again from the gloomy sky. The raindrops grew larger and larger, and soon turned into a torrential downpour, extinguishing the flames on the spirits.

After doing all this, Bi Xie was so exhausted that he could barely stand, but he forced himself not to bend over to catch his breath. His chest heaved violently, and his Taoist robe, which was soaked with sweat, was now wet with rain, making him feel extremely cold.

The group of spirits were burned and covered in wounds, but they quickly gathered again and floated in front of her to form a spiritual wall.

Prince Chi Ye sincerely praised, "You are the most powerful Taoist I have ever seen." He then estimated the time was almost midnight, and a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes. "Then let's see if your Taoist arts are more powerful or my Blood Burning Technique is! It's a pity I have important matters to attend to, otherwise I could play with you a little longer—"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless tongues of fire shot out from the torrential rain and entangled the spirits.

Bi Xie was shielded behind them, and as he listened to their screams and saw the raging fire that the rain could not extinguish, a chill ran through him.

"A spirit born of nature has actually been subdued by you, a mere Taoist priest, and now obeys your every command. Keeping you alive is a scourge to our vampire race. Today, I, the prince, will personally destroy you."

Prince Chiye reached up the wall of fire and threw out several spirits. He then squeezed through the gap and the immense force caused the wall of fire formed by the spirits to collapse instantly. Amidst the screams of the countless spirits, Bi Xie only saw a ball of orange-red flame rushing towards her. Her heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly recited a protective spell.

However, before the protective incantation could be finished, the flame stopped its trajectory.

She smelled the stench of souls being burned and heard the screams of the elderly, women, and children.

She heard a heavy thud behind her, and a green zombie dressed in a funeral shroud stood behind her, with a dark coffin on the ground.

Half of the talisman on the coffin lid had fallen off, and it was loosely flapping in the wind, its power long since lost.

The green zombie's eyes were glazed and dull, its face was as white as if it had been smeared with half a pound of flour, its whole body was covered in green fur formed from yin energy, and sharp fangs protruded, exposed outside its lower lip. Its appearance was completely different from before, but Bi Xie could still tell from the outline of its facial features that it was Pei Qin.

How could she forget that the hillside behind her house was covered with graves, and there was no shortage of coffins?

The green zombie's lips moved: "Heheha, hahehehe..."

She jumped stiffly toward her, making strange noises in her throat. She stared at Bi Xie, her grayish-blue face filled with confusion. She opened her mouth and made a few random "hoarse" sounds, her black fingernails gleaming coldly as she self-tortured her throat. Seeing that she was puzzled, she suddenly jumped up and down anxiously in place.

After a long while, Bi Xie finally understood her meaning from her unclear words.

She asked, "Is Cao Cheng...dead? Is he dead?"

Those few words instantly overwhelmed Bi Xie; his eyes stung, and hot tears flowed uncontrollably.

She looked at her and said, word by word, "He's dead. He's in the back mountain. Didn't you see him? He scared himself to death."

Peiqin acted as if she hadn't heard her and continued to ask, "Is Cao Cheng dead?"

The soul is an ethereal entity, unable to touch a physical form, so she could only use the green zombie's form to carry the coffin for her. But once inside the body, as a green zombie, she shouldn't remember her...

Even though she was in a state of confusion and had lost her memory, perhaps not even knowing who Cao Cheng was or what the name "Cao Cheng" represented, she still wanted to kill him.

The spirits and souls were burned, emitting a foul odor.

She pursed her lips and saw the scattered spirits regroup and stand in front of her to buy her time. Knowing that this was not the time to be sentimental, she took a deep breath, bit her index finger, and quickly drew talismans on the coffin with the blood. Her movements were incredibly fast and seamless. The blood on the coffin contained pure Taoist true power, and Peiqin instinctively jumped out of the coffin's range.

Not only Peiqin, but Prince Chiye also keenly disliked the blood-stained symbols on the coffin.

Two crimson flames swept towards Bi Xie and the coffin with overwhelming force. Bi Xie had already drawn a blood talisman on the coffin to protect it from water and fire, but the remaining Taoist true power in her body was only enough to chant a spell to seal this powerful vampire prince. But how could she seal it if she lost her life? After a moment's hesitation, the flames were already in front of her.

Just as she was about to use her Blood Void to draw a protective spell to block the raging flames, a green figure rushed over and bravely blocked the flames.

Bi Xie's pupils contracted sharply, and he gasped for breath, "Peiqin!"

The zombie, its eyes glazed over, seemed to hear something. Struggling and screaming in the flames, it looked over, a look of confusion on its grayish-blue face, and began to chant, "Pehehe... Haheheqin..."

Bi Xie's chest heaved violently, tears streaming down his face. His eyes were red and wet as he quickly finished reciting the sealing incantation. He slapped his palm on the coffin, and the black coffin pressed down on Prince Chi Ye. "The Heavenly Dao is complete, three or five parts finished, collect!"

Prince Chiye never expected that a green zombie would suddenly appear and ruin his plans. It was too late to escape. The coffin was about to fall on his head. He tried to burn the coffin with his Blood Demon Art, but he found that he could no longer use it. The coffin was like an underwater whirlpool, sucking him in tightly.

Bi Xie immediately closed the coffin lid, looked at Hua Qing, whose Taoist robe was dirty and whose demeanor was no longer upright, and asked succinctly, "Do you have cinnabar and talisman paper?" This little bit of blood talisman alone cannot suppress this vampire prince.

Hua Qing immediately found these things for her.

Seeing that she not only drew the talisman in one go, but also that the talisman was filled with extremely thick and powerful spiritual energy, they were convinced that she was the founder of Maoshan.

He dared not disturb them, and as Bi Xie drew the talisman, he knelt down and wept uncontrollably.

Once Prince Chiye was suppressed, the remaining low-level vampires were no longer a threat. After catching his breath, Hua Qing used his longsword to slaughter the remaining vampires.

The spirits were badly injured by Prince Chi Ye's Blood Demon Art and scattered.

Although the souls of the villagers of Manyue Village were summoned back to their original bodies, they could not escape this calamity.

Peiqin, along with the spirits in the back mountain, all perished in the raging fire.

The village was littered with corpses, and the dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed, revealing a corner of an eerie red moon.

Hua Qing did not leave, but instead began performing a ritual to pray for the deceased in the village.

After this battle, his serious and rigid face was even more expressionless, like a withered yellow leaf falling from a tree in autumn, lifeless and indifferent. He called out to Bi Xie as "Grandmaster", but Bi Xie ignored him, as if he didn't exist in his eyes. Holding the hoe he found in the farmer's house, he turned his back to him and said indifferently, "Place memorial tablets for all the dead in the Taoist temple."