C57 Yin Tiger Talisman

This time, the Evil Taoist cast a blue Talisman. In a flash, a formidable force of lightning burst forth, repelling the persistent Deaf Zhang.

Despite being an unorthodox practitioner from Mao Mountain and a mere thief of the craft, his mastery of the Talisman Arts was remarkably skilled and surprisingly authentic.

Mao Mountain, along with Dragon Tiger Mountain and the third of the major Taoist Talisman Sects, are collectively known as the Three Mountains Talisman. Talismans are categorized by color: gold, silver, purple, blue, and yellow. The gold Talisman is the most powerful, but it also requires a significant amount of energy to use.

The Evil Taoist had previously relied on yellow paper Talismans, but now he had escalated to the more advanced blue Talisman, signaling his intent to get serious.

I had expected the Evil Taoist to unleash his most powerful Talismans in a relentless assault, but instead, he gave a chilling smile and produced a black object from his pocket.

The object was enigmatic, shrouded in black and inscribed with golden runes, resembling a tiger in shape...

It bore a striking resemblance to the ancient Tiger Talisman used for commanding armies. What was the Evil Taoist planning?

Noticing our bewildered gaze fixed on the Tiger Talisman in his hand, he smirked malevolently, "Hmph, your end is near. Today, I shall reveal my most formidable technique. I suggest you stand aside and observe. In the face of this overwhelming power, not even the Heavenly Masters of Mao Mountain, Dragon Tiger Mountain, or the entire Dragon Gate Sect can contend!"

No sooner had the Evil Taoist finished speaking than I felt the surrounding Yin Qi intensifying, a chilling wind swirling around us, as if the very heavens and earth were darkening.

Deaf Zhang and I instinctively retreated, and I cried out in terror, "What... what are you planning to do?"

"Hmph, do you wonder why I chose to flee to Hundred Ghost Slope? It's not for its seclusion, but for the abundance of corpses and the dense Yin Qi here, perfect for unleashing the true power of my Yin Tiger Talisman. Hmph... I'll give you a glimpse of just a fraction of its power." The Taoist spoke, and the Yin Tiger Talisman in his grasp emitted a fleeting, eerie black glow before vanishing as quickly as it had appeared.

After a brief silence, everything seemed to pause—the clouds, the mountain winds, and even the insects on the ground. Deaf Zhang and I felt our heartbeats come to a sudden halt.

In the midst of our shock and confusion, countless ghosts materialized around us, slowly advancing in our direction!

Deaf Zhang let out a yell and snapped his whip, producing a crisp sound that would normally send spirits fleeing. But this time, the ghosts remained unfazed.

A chill ran through me, and Deaf Zhang was visibly shaken. He quickly produced a black Pond Collecting Talisman.

Yet, as the ghosts swarmed us like a tidal wave, Deaf Zhang was at a loss. He had no idea where to cast the Talisman.

As more and more ghosts emerged, I realized that the name Hundred Ghost Slope was a gross understatement. This was not the haunt of a mere hundred spirits—it was an onslaught of thousands! Even if Deaf Zhang had a hundred Pond Collecting Talismans, they wouldn't be enough to combat this horde.

In the face of this dire situation, I felt utterly hopeless. My mind went blank, and I didn't know what to do next. Was I supposed to just wait for death?

But then, I thought of my foster father. What would he do in this predicament?

He might use his skills in fortune-telling and divination to find a way out, or perhaps he would employ the Heaven Connecting Secret Technique to vanquish the malevolent spirits.

Regardless, my father would remain unflappable even if the heavens were to fall. He would face the situation with composure, his demeanor unchanged.

With that thought, I breathed a sigh of relief. While I lacked knowledge in fortune-telling and divination, I had a more precise method to seek good fortune and avoid calamity.

My heart pounding, I glanced behind Deaf Zhang, eager to see if the shackles there had shortened—a sign of impending doom.

If death was indeed upon him, it meant our fates were sealed.

But if not, there was still hope for us to survive...