Just A Daoist Who Occasionally Kicks Ass-Chapter 533: This Man is Too Tough! Words Become Deeds! The Unknown Realm!
Huff... Huff...
As a tremendous sound echoed throughout this Unknown realm, the black figure’s face gradually showed surprise.
“What’s going on? Why can’t I suck it in?”
He was baffled. No matter how hard he tried, he could only draw in tiny amounts of fortune. Eventually, the flow completely stopped; not a single bit of fortune could be pulled in.
“What the hell did I just try to absorb?” the black figure said, astonished.
But he wouldn’t give up so easily, so he took a deep breath and increased the force. After all, absorbing fortune would continuously strengthen him. Although the target’s fortune didn’t seem very strong... he still refused to give up.
At this moment, back in the inn, Li Yanchu remained calm. The innkeeper looked at him and asked, “How is it? Do you feel anything?”
Li Yanchu shook his head. “At first, I felt some fortune drain, but it quickly stopped.”
The innkeeper nodded. “Good. Can you locate it?”
Li Yanchu replied solemnly, “The aura is intermittent, faint... I can’t pinpoint it.”
But just as they spoke, Li Yanchu suddenly felt an invisible force strike his spirit. This force carried a foreboding energy.
Is this the curse? Witchcraft from the spirit behind it? Li Yanchu thought.
However, he wasn’t particularly worried. A strand of violet‑gold qi emerged within his primordial spirit, causing purple radiance to surge around him, profoundly mysterious and wondrous.
That eerie force seemed to lose its aim as well. It couldn’t draw even the slightest bit of fortune from Li Yanchu!
“Damn it, what the hell is going on?!” the shadowy figure cursed furiously in the Unknown realm.
It was a spirit created by the Witch God without a physical body, and it strengthened itself by devouring the fortune of others. Yet this time, it had encountered someone it simply couldn’t drain.
“Fuck, this bastard is insanely tough. Hard as hell to deal with!” the shadow spat angrily.
That young girl hadn’t died earlier because she carried the Witch God’s bloodline. Though thin, it was incomparably pure.
After that, it had drained two more people in succession, but neither left much of an impression. Only this young Daoist, it could siphon just a tiny bit at first, and then it was as if it’d been discovered; not a single shred more could be taken!
Thus, it was overwhelmed by frustration. These spirits possessed human emotions, and at this moment, it was growing violently irritable.
“Since you’re not carrying the Witch God’s bloodline, then I’ll just kill you if I can’t drain you!” the shadow snarled.
Just then, Li Yanchu’s primordial spirit sensed a warning. Immediately after, a baleful aura several times stronger than before surged toward him!
Within Li Yanchu’s primordial spirit stood a half‑illusory, half‑solid Apricot-Yellow Banner, which gently stirred at this moment.
Boom!
With that, that ominous aura was instantly shattered to pieces.
Seeing this, Li Yanchu’s eyes lit up. Right, immortal artifacts could suppress even a nation’s fortune. Why wouldn’t they be able to suppress a single person’s fortune as well?! At that thought, his mood instantly brightened.
At this point, the mysterious witch spirit’s plan to devour fortune had utterly failed. It was nothing more than a vague, humanoid black shadow, its features indistinct. If it had a face, one could clearly see just how furious it was right now!
“Ridiculous... are there really people this absurdly tough?” the shadow muttered in disbelief.
It then decided to seize the man directly. As it softly chanted under his breath, this unknown land suddenly began to twist and distort.
Then, a black bronze gate appeared. With a creak, a young Daoist of elegant bearing and striking looks stepped into this Unknown realm.
Yet in the eyes of the innkeeper, Li Yanchu simply vanished into thin air, as if he had been swallowed by something terrifying.
“He’ll be fine, right?” Ding Rou asked nervously.
“He will,” the innkeeper replied. “His fortune may not be particularly strong, but his fate is exceptionally tough, so tough it’s almost unimaginable. And this time, with a blessing treasure like the Dao Dust Bead, he’ll surely turn disaster into fortune, transform peril into safety, and meet with success wherever he goes.”
She spoke with complete confidence, as though everything were already settled.
Her words themselves seemed like some kind of mysterious incantation, or like the Confucian principle of words shaping reality, quietly bestowing good fortune upon Li Yanchu.
***
Within the unknown land, a shadowy figure looked down at the young Daoist from above.
“You’ve ruined my plans! You’re just a mere mortal, ignorant of life and death!” the shadow said coldly.
Li Yanchu sensed the state of his body and realized that it was his physical form that had been dragged in.
“A trash like you wants to defeat me?” He let out a cold laugh.
Then, a black brush shot forth from his hand, tearing through the air and transforming into a streak of black light.
For the first time, the mysterious shadow felt fear! In the next instant, it vanished. This vast unknown land had long since been refined by it, allowing it to wield two hundred percent of its power here. Thus, it could appear anywhere it wished at will.
“Is that all you’ve got?” Li Yanchu’s voice suddenly sounded behind it, filled with mockery.
The shadow vanished again. This time, it returned to its original position, propping up a black sphere in front of itself.
Just then, the sphere inexplicably gave off a sense of destruction and desolation, radiating an overwhelmingly terrifying aura.
Clang!
Immediately, Li Yanchu struck in one clean motion. A swath of golden blade light flashed past, and the black sphere was split cleanly in two from the middle. Then, he pointed his blade coldly at the shadow.
The shadow’s heart trembled, and it vanished once more!
Suddenly, Li Yanchu reached into his robes and took out an Eight Trigrams Mirror. Catching the wind, the mirror expanded, transforming into a bronze mirror as tall as a man. Divine light from the Eight Trigrams Mirror continuously swept across the boundless unknown land.
In the next moment, Li Yanchu took out the Golden Radiance Crown from his Universe Pouch and placed it upon his head. His figure, too, gradually faded from sight.
Meanwhile, the shadow kept dodging the divine light of the Eight Trigrams Mirror, and at the same time, its eyes erupted with a dense surge of black qi as it investigated its surroundings. Yet after scanning the entire unknown land, it could not find the slightest trace of the young Daoist’s presence.
“What in the world is going on?” The shadow frowned deeply.
Suddenly, it felt a powerful sealing force enveloping it, and the shadow struggled with all its might. Borrowing the power of this unknown land, it forced the black brush behind it to retreat. It was a spirit created by a Witch God, how could it be so easily suppressed?!
“Young Daoist, get out here!” the shadow roared arrogantly.
All of a sudden, a sharp tearing sound of air rang by its ear. The moment it heard it, its body was smashed by a heavy punch, and a vast surge of blood qi blew its head clean off!
Yet the headless shadow did not die immediately. It had never possessed a true physical body to begin with; it was a spirit that had been created.
Raising its hand, it fired a razor-sharp beam of light toward its rear. As long as it remained within this space, it was immortal; even if its soul were shattered to nothing, it could recondense its soul and come back to life!
