Yuan Qi was about to flick his whisk and kill Li Ziwang.
Wen Zhujun, standing nearby, coldly declared, "I'll do it!"
She had been following Yuan Qi for almost a year and had learned a lot, but she had never actually used her skills. She only occasionally ran errands for Yuan Qi, such as delivering medicine or buying things. Although she didn't need to eat or drink, she still needed to absorb the spiritual energy in Yuan Qi's courtyard. This behavior was essentially like eating and drinking for free.
She had long felt that what she was doing was inappropriate and that she should do something to repay Yuan Qi and prove that she was not a useless person.
Yuan Qi put away his whisk and turned to look at him with interest: "You can deal with him. Although he has been refined, his cultivation is not high. You can test your skills."
Wen Zhujun was very confident. She took the whisk from Yuan Qi and said coldly, "I am a female general who commands thousands of troops. Dealing with such ants should not be a problem."
After saying that, she rushed out, swung her whisk with domineering force, and charged towards Li Ziwang.
Yuan Qi watched as her movements flowed smoothly like clouds and water, her moves were fierce and left no way out for her opponent. Each blow of her whisk even generated some spiritual power.
When the spiritual energy struck Li Ziwang, his soul felt weak. He had never thought of the whisk as a weapon before; that white-haired thing was just used to sweep the dust off the table.
I never expected it to hurt so much when it hit me.
He dared not underestimate her and stood up seriously to face Wen Zhujun. With such a fierce attack, she was clearly a skilled fighter.
Wen Zhujun admired Yuan Qi. She had managed to cultivate such an unremarkable whisk into a powerful magical artifact. Although she had also learned how to cultivate magical artifacts, her cultivation level was too low to do so.
Li Ziwang is a complete novice; he has only ever fought against vengeful ghosts and evil spirits, and those ghosts were not even regular soldiers.
Li Ziwang was a scholar who had never touched a weapon before, and he was overwhelmed in just a few moves.
Not only was her attack fierce, but her ghostly power was also significantly greater than his; he was no match for this woman at all.
Wen Zhujun fought with increasing ferocity, continuously striking her opponent with her whisk. Li Ziwang's soul gradually weakened, and finally, his soul was scattered.
The ghosts he attracted, seeing this spectacle, didn't dare approach and scattered in all directions.
"Not bad!" Yuan Qi looked at Wen Zhujun with appreciation. "Your fighting moves are very beautiful."
Wen Zhujun glanced down at the whisk, really wanting to keep it for herself, but Yuan Qi had already given her enough, and she couldn't be greedy. She offered the whisk with both hands: "I have to thank you for giving me this opportunity."
Yuan Qi did not take back the whisk: "I don't usually use this whisk, but I see that you find it quite handy, so I'll give it to you."
Wen Zhujun didn't mince words: "Then thank you very much."
Jiang Junyu also came over and showered Wen Zhujun with compliments. He rarely praised people, and Wen Zhujun was the most dashing woman he had ever met.
He Jiahui, who was standing next to Zhu Quan Hai, came out from behind Li Ziwang after Li Ziwang disappeared: "Thank you, Taoist priests. I never expected to encounter such a thing. Li Ziwang kidnapped me and begged me to let me marry him. Fortunately, he did not force me. He just made me stay in a cave full of skeletons. My legs are still weak."
As she spoke, she knelt down.
Yuan Qi held her arm: "There's no need for that. I'm not helping you for nothing; I'm going to get paid."
Zhu Quan Hai stood beside He Jia Hui, his face full of gratitude. He had witnessed Li Zi Wang die in front of him, but he felt no remorse and only thought that the other party deserved it.
Thanks to the Taoist priest for being here today, otherwise Hui'er might have died in this desolate wilderness. He said gratefully, "Thank you, Taoist priest. I will definitely reward you handsomely in the future."
After saying that, he pulled He Jiahui and bowed deeply to Yuan Qi and Wen Zhujun.
Two beams of golden light, representing merit, flew into the spiritual platforms of Yuan Qi and Wen Zhujun.
Wen Zhujun felt her mind become much clearer, and her strength seemed to have increased as well.
Before leaving, Yuan Qi used the Red Lotus Karmic Fire to burn down the mass grave, turning all the bones in the pit into ashes.
Zhu Quan Hai ordered his servants who had come with him to bury the mass grave.
Yuan Qi received a great deal of merit and golden light.
The wandering souls who died in the mass grave all bowed to Yuan Qi.
Yuan Qi simply chanted sutras to help them pass on to the afterlife, and even invited underworld officials to take them away.
The eerie atmosphere of the mass grave gradually dissipated, and the summer heat swept in from all sides, making the place no longer cold and gloomy.
After doing all this, Yuan Qi left with everyone and returned to the city.
The next morning, just as Yuan Qi was setting up his stall with Wen Zhujun, Zhu Quan Hai and He Jia Hui arrived. The two of them stepped down from the carriage hand in hand, smiling.
Seeing that the two were in good spirits, Yuan Qi knew that their relationship had not been strained by Li Ziwang's involvement, and felt very gratified.
Zhu Quan Hai took a small box from the servant: "This is a little money for incense, a small token of my appreciation. Please accept it, Daoist. I am so grateful to you for helping me find Hui'er yesterday, otherwise I would have lived in pain and guilt for the rest of my life."
Wen Zhujun stepped forward and took it, opened it and glanced inside. It was a box full of small silver ingots, plus ten gold ingots. He was really generous. No wonder Yuan Qi liked setting up a stall so much.
Yuan Qi glanced at it as well, and said with satisfaction, "You're too kind. This is also a blessing for the lady. Your good fortune is yet to come."
She took out a lucky charm from her cloth bag and handed it to He Jia Hui with both hands: "Congratulations on your marriage, may you have great fortune and a son soon."
The young couple smiled at each other, in high spirits. He Jiahui held the amulet in her palm and pressed it to her heart, her eyes filled with happiness: "Thank you for your kind words, Taoist priest. I will invite you to dinner after I give birth to my son."
The surrounding vendors and passersby looked on curiously, and Yuan Qi's reputation grew even more.
Zhang Liu and his daughter Meizi were also watching the spectacle from the sidelines, both with faint smiles on their faces. They thought Yuan Qi was a remarkable person, the most powerful Taoist in the world.
Zhu Quan Hai and He Jia Hui's arrival caused quite a stir. He could have gone to the Jiang residence to deliver the silver, but He Jia Hui insisted on coming here, all for the sake of making Yuan Qi famous.
After the two left, people lined up to have Yuan Qi tell their fortunes.
Yuan Qi made an exception today and performed seventeen divinations for everyone in line before packing up.
Upon returning to the Jiang residence, Yuan Qi discovered a guest in the front hall—the wife of the Duke of Zhenguo. Yuan Qi did not recognize her and had never heard of her before, but noticing a faint dark aura between her brows, she glanced at her from afar without going in.
People didn't ask her to read their fortunes, but she took the initiative to ask them, so they were definitely not happy.
Yuan Qi, finding it nosy, bypassed the front hall and returned to Peony Residence.
In the evening, Xiangli Mingzhu sent Hexiang to tell him that the Duke of Zhenguo's wife would be holding a flower-viewing banquet in a few days, and Yuanqi was invited to attend as well.
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