Just A Daoist Who Occasionally Kicks Ass-Chapter 322: The Qimen Eight Trigrams Formation, Zhuge Zheng, Tang Lin, Mount Qingcheng Elixir, Idiot!?
Xu Ye turned his head toward Xu Ruoyun and said in a dark and sinister tone, “Well? You’ve activated your Qimen Dunjia several times now, hasn’t it been useless?”
Xu Ruoyun said nothing, only staring at him coldly.
“Let me make an introduction. This here is Zhuge Zheng, a master of the Qimen Eight Trigrams Formation. With him here, your Qimen Dunjia is useless!”
Xu Ye sneered. “And this is Tang Lin, an expert in poisons. That corpse poison doesn’t feel too pleasant, does it?”
The two men beside him both wore smug grins. When someone held all the cards, it was hard not to act superior, and that feeling was intoxicating.
At this time, Xu Ruoyun glared at the three of them with an icy look. She had been secretly trying to recover her strength all along, but the effect was faint.
“Bitch, you're always strutting around, looking down on everyone just because Father doted on you. Now that you’ve fallen into my hands, I’ll be sure to teach you a proper lesson!” Xu Ye said.
Tang Lin chuckled. “I have several kinds of pills on me. No matter how chaste or unyielding a woman, she won’t be able to resist. They can help you enjoy yourself, Second Young Master.” 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
With that, the three of them burst out in shameless, lewd laughter.
Hearing this, Xu Ruoyun felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and she stared at Xu Ye in disbelief.
“You beast!” she spat out the word coldly with her eyes full of hatred.
Meanwhile, the three men laughed recklessly, pressing closer toward her.
“Your whorish mother was a wanton slut to the bone. Surely you, this little vixen, won’t taste any worse,” Xu Ye sneered mercilessly.
In response, a flash of icy light shone in Xu Ruoyun’s eyes. She drew a copper coin from her bosom before biting her tongue and spitting blood upon it. Then, her fingers traced in the air, swiftly forming a sky-blue talisman, which sparked with lightning.
“Strike!” she shouted furiously, and the sky-blue talisman shot directly toward Xu Ye!
Clang!
Then, Xu Ye’s sword qi flashed, and it cleaved the blue talisman apart instantly. Even the curtain of falling rain was split open by the bone-chilling sword qi.
Seeing this, Xu Ruoyun was a little startled. Xu Ye’s swordsmanship seemed far stronger than what he usually revealed!
“What’s wrong? Surprised? Did you really think I was inferior to our useless eldest brother!?” Xu Ye sneered coldly.
Just then, a wave of murderous intent surged directly toward Xu Ruoyun. She had already been gravely injured by Murong Longcheng, then ambushed by Zhuge Zheng and Tang Lin. Now she was poisoned and bleeding profusely. At her weakest, she had no time to dodge, and Xu Ye’s sword qi struck her down. With that, her body collapsed to the ground.
Seeing this, Zhuge Zheng and Tang Lin exchanged glances and smiled. This Second Young Master Xu was truly a “generous” man, as even the concubines in his household he would casually give away. He was the kind who enjoyed sharing his spoils. Surely, this Northern Marquis’ daughter would be theirs to sample as well.
“Zhuge, Tang, grab this bitch. Tonight, we’ll have ourselves a good time!” Xu Ye’s icy voice rang out.
Hearing this, Xu Ruoyun felt a wave of sheer terror engulf her. After all, Xu Ye was her own half-brother.
This perverted beast!
Tang Lin, though born of a prestigious clan, had long sunk into depravity. He was now one of the most notorious womanizing scoundrels in the jianghu.
At this moment, he could no longer restrain himself. He stepped forward directly, reaching out to seize Xu Ruoyun.
Zhuge Zheng, that disciple of Qimen, was likewise full of treachery and vice. At this moment, he could no longer hold himself back.
Suddenly, Tang Lin’s head exploded, and blood and brain matter splattered everywhere. Zhuge Zheng, caught completely off guard, was drenched head to toe, and his face instantly went pale.
Just then, a tall, straight-backed young Daoist with sword-like brows and starry eyes appeared with a mocking smile on his face. Just now, it had been him who had made a move; his one slap blasted Tang Lin’s head apart. That so-called master of poisons, famed for top-tier agility and unmatched qinggong, hadn’t even had time to react before his skull was smashed to pieces.
“Who are you!?” Zhuge Zheng exclaimed in shock.
“You bastards really take the cake. Especially you...” Li Yanchu jabbed a finger at Xu Ye’s nose. “I’ve seen my fair share of scum, but you’re in a league of your own!”
As for Zhuge Zheng? Li Yanchu didn’t even bother sparing him a glance!
At this time, Xu Ye’s face immediately darkened. Meanwhile, Zhuge Zheng flushed with humiliation, and killing intent flashed in his eyes.
He stamped his foot on the Death Gate[1], activating Qimen Dunjia. He was going to trap this mysterious young Daoist to death!
“Careful! That’s an Eight Trigrams Formation!” Xu Ruoyun cried out in alarm.
The scene around her wavered, and eerie winds howled... But in the blink of an eye, everything returned to normal.
Seeing this, Xu Ruoyun’s eyes widened in disbelief. Zhuge Zheng, who had so easily trapped her before, was now dangling in the young Daoist’s grasp with his throat clamped in one hand. On top of that, his face was turning purple.
Li Yanchu held Zhuge Zheng by the neck with one hand, and he said with a frown, “You think you’re worthy of the surname Zhuge[2]?”
“You’re a disgrace to the name!”
Rip!
He seized Zhuge Zheng’s legs and tore him in half, then entrails and blood splattered across the ground.
“Holy shit...” Xu Ye involuntarily took a step back, his handsome face draining of color. The sight was far too gory!
Similarly, Xu Ruoyun’s own complexion grew paler, and her fleeting gratitude turned instantly to fear.
“Could this Daoist actually be some great demon in human form? How else could he be this vicious!?”
And yet, with those two men dead, a rush of savage satisfaction welled up in her heart. Her emotions were a tangled mess of terror and relief.
“Daoist Master, you seem to have misunderstood. If you’re willing to let things go here, I will reward you handsomely!” Xu Ye said.
“How do you plan on rewarding me?” Li Yanchu asked.
Xu Ruoyun’s delicate frame shuddered at his tone. Meanwhile, Xu Ye hesitated for a moment, then pulled a jade bottle from his robes.
“This is a medicinal pill from Mount Qingcheng of immense benefit to cultivators. Consider it a token of my sincerity.”
Immediately, Xu Ye wrapped the pill in his qi and tossed it over from afar. Li Yanchu caught the porcelain bottle and pulled the stopper with a pop. At once, a rich herbal fragrance spread through the air.
“It really is a Daoist spirit pill. You’re quite generous,” Li Yanchu said. This Xu Ye wasn’t entirely without substance.
Hearing this, Xu Ye smiled. “It’s nothing much. With your skills, Daoist Master, I am truly in awe. If there’s ever a chance for us to work together on greater endeavors, I would reward you richly.”
He was the second son of the Northern Marquis, and those words carried weight. In all of Beifeng Prefecture, the highest-ranking officials were the Prefect and the Grand Marshal, just like in Feiyun.
But in Beifeng Commandery, there was a Marquis Xu. His status was exalted, and he commanded the troops of Beifeng. Plus, his title was hereditary, passed down through the generations without alteration.
“You said yourself this isn’t worth much. I’ve no ties with this girl, and had no intention of meddling in this mess. If you want me gone, then show some sincerity. Then, I’ll turn around and leave.”
Li Yanchu’s words made Xu Ruoyun’s face drain of color like a bolt from the blue.
Xu Ye froze for a moment, then smiled. “Daoist Master, you're refreshingly straightforward. You’re truly admirable.”
He pulled out another jade bottle from his robes and tossed it over.
“These are Vital Essence Pills, they temper the body and consolidate one’s cultivation. There are ten inside. I offer them all to you, Daoist.”
Hearing this, Li Yanchu didn’t stand on ceremony, and he took them straight away.
With that, Xu Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief. When this young Daoist had first struck and killed two men with brutal force, Xu Ye thought him a righteous hothead who couldn’t stand injustice. But as it turned out, he was only in it for profit. Xu Ye’s smile deepened as he studied Li Yanchu. He knew well how to deal with wandering cultivators and promising young talents like this. Some people just couldn’t help wagging their tails for scraps like dogs[3].
But, Xu Ye faintly sensed that something was off, as the young Daoist was still staring coldly at him. “Daoist Master...?”
Hearing this, Li Yanchu sighed. “I was only speaking casually, and yet you actually handed me pill after pill?”
Then he turned his head toward Xu Ruoyun and shook it. “Is everyone in your family this much of an idiot, or is it just him?”
1. The Death Gate (死门) is one of the Eight Gates in Qimen Dunjia, established according to the positions of the Eight Trigrams. It belongs to the element Earth and corresponds to the Southwest Kun Palace, symbolizing decay and the withering of all things. Among the Eight Gates, it is considered the most ominous, suitable only for activities such as mourning, hunting, or burial. ☜
2. The surname Zhuge (诸葛) carries strong historical and cultural weight in Chinese tradition, instantly evoking the image of Zhuge Liang, the legendary strategist and statesman of the Three Kingdoms era. Because of his near-mythic reputation for wisdom and foresight, the surname itself has become almost synonymous with intelligence and cunning strategy. In literature, history, and modern storytelling, a character named Zhuge is often expected to embody traits of brilliance, scheming ability, or scholarly gravitas. This makes the surname both prestigious and a little daunting, it sets a narrative expectation that anyone bearing it must be extraordinary in wit or resourcefulness. ☜
3. The original wrote 有的人就是喜欢当狗!which translates to “Some people just like being a dog!” which will sound very awkward when translated literally. Thus, I’ve slightly tweaked it to better convey the mocking tone in a colloquial manner. ☜
