Dao Qi Wu Zang Guan Guan: I became a Daoist Master in the 1990s

Chapter 7 Village
In the blink of an eye, the terrifying monster that could have been deadly vanished completely before Qi Yun's eyes, leaving only a strange smell of burnt and putrid odor in the air, and specks of lingering ashes that had not yet been completely extinguished!

At the very moment the monster completely vanished, the pure, warm orange-red flames floated lightly from the dust, like weary birds returning to their nests, and silently disappeared into Qi Yun's chest.

"Uh……"

A warm current, slightly stronger than before, instantly spread from my chest to every part of my body!
This warm current carried a strange vitality; wherever it passed, the pent-up energy was rapidly restored, like parched land receiving sweet rain!

Even the pain from the rubble cuts and the monster's black fur on my body has been significantly reduced, and the wounds feel numb and itchy, as if they are healing faster!
"This this!"

Qi Yun lay on the ground, his chest heaving violently, his mind blank, then filled with immense shock and ecstasy.

Things happened too fast and too strangely, far beyond his imagination.

Only now did he have the time to try to figure out the changes that had happened to him!
"The jade slip absorbed the fire of the alchemy furnace... I have fused with the jade slip... and now I can control this immortal fire!"

He was panting, his mind racing, trying to piece together the story: "That monster is the one who made the footsteps!"
"The moment the Five Organs View collapsed, it chased after me. Then, the flames burned it to death, grew slightly stronger, and fed back to me?"

A tremendous surge of excitement coursed through my entire body like an electric current!

A predestined connection to the immortals! This is the true predestined connection to the immortals! It's not some vague legend, but a real power that you can hold in your own hands!
A power capable of exorcising evil spirits, slaying monsters, and even healing wounds!

"What exactly is that jade slip, and why has it been refined in the alchemy furnace for so many years?"

As he was muttering to himself, a flash of white light appeared before his eyes!
The illusory image of that warm and smooth jade slip appeared out of thin air in his consciousness and slowly unfolded.

His attention was instantly drawn to the first jade scroll.

The leaping flame pattern was so lifelike, it seemed to be burning.

This time, his attention was completely focused on the three ancient and vigorous seal characters below the pattern:

【Crimson Hunting Fire】

"Crimson Hunt!"
"To obtain such celestial fire, the path to immortality is within reach! The path to immortality is indeed within reach!"

Qi Yun trembled with excitement, his previous fear and lingering apprehension completely dispelled by this immense joy.

He struggled to get up from the ground and felt that his strength had indeed recovered a lot. Although the wounds on his body were still there, the pain had been greatly reduced.

Just then, a chilling mountain wind swept through the ruins without warning, penetrating his thin, tattered clothes and sending shivers down his spine, raising goosebumps all over his body.

"Don't stay here for long!"

As the initial euphoria subsided, a sense of impending crisis once again took over.

He immediately focused his mind again, and the warm, bright orange-red flame "poof"ed and leaped back into his palm, dispelling the darkness and chill around him.

Using the firelight, he anxiously searched for a way down the mountain.

My gaze swept across the ruins ahead, and sure enough!
A narrow path, hidden among the fallen beams and rubble, is faintly visible, winding downwards into the depths of the thick fog.

Qi Yun, disregarding his disheveled appearance, immediately set off.

Didn't take a few steps.

He froze in place, his movements completely still!

He turned his head sharply, and moved the trembling flame in his palm to his side and behind him.

Move towards the slope from which he rolled down!

The orange-red flames illuminated the area.

The slope remained the same. But... that stone statue of a child, half-buried in the earth, grinning with an eerie smile...

gone!
All that remained was a dark, deep pit with freshly turned soil around its edges!
It was as if it had just... broken free from inside!

"hiss!"

A chill ran from the soles of Qi Yun's feet straight up to the top of his head!
The stone statue... came out on its own?
He suddenly swung his arm, and the flames in his palms drew orange-red arcs in the air with his movements, frantically scanning the thick fog, the shadows of the ruins, and every jagged rock around him!

The flames flickered, casting dappled shadows.

Rubble, broken wood, twisted shadows... Under the rapidly flickering light, it seemed as if every corner harbored a deadly threat.

However, apart from his own panting and heartbeat, and the howling of the wind, he could see and hear nothing.

"Let's go!" Qi Yun dared not hesitate for a moment longer.

He turned abruptly, forcibly suppressing the fear in his back, no longer looking back. He raised the Crimson Hunting Flame in his palm high, its orange-red light like a lone boat in a dark ocean, and resolutely stepped onto the newly discovered path leading to the unknown darkness below the mountain.

Qi Yun hurried down the mountain path, which was faintly visible in the thick fog.

The road beneath my feet was much smoother and much flatter.

He held the Crimson Hunting Flame high in his palm, and nothing unexpected happened.

"Is it because they are wary of the Crimson Hunting Fire?"

Qi Yun thought about it, and his heart finally settled down. He breathed a long sigh of relief.

Protected by the celestial fire, the deep, desolate mountains seemed to have lost their eeriness.

The mountain path that seemed endless when we came was now moving incredibly fast.

Before long, the slope underfoot slowed down noticeably, and the thick fog ahead thinned out a bit.

We've reached the foot of the mountain!

After descending the mountain, Qi Yun walked along the path for a while longer, and ahead, a large patch of dim, flickering light appeared, accompanied by the clamor of people.

"Just as the legend says, we returned to the village entrance as soon as we descended the mountain!"

Qi Yun felt a sense of relief, almost to the point of exhaustion.

He withdrew the Crimson Hunting Flame from his palm, the warmth seeping into his body, leaving only a faint warmth to support his weary physique.

The light and noise ahead sounded like heavenly music to him.

It must have been Zhao Xinmin and his men who, realizing they hadn't returned all night, lit torches and organized a search party to go into the mountains!
Thinking about facing the anxious Zhao Xinmin and the villagers, Qi Yun couldn't help but hesitate.

The experience of that night was too bizarre and terrifying: the collapsed Five Internal Organs Temple, the petrified Taoist boy, the hideous black-haired monster, the immortal fire that incinerated the monster...

None of them sound like a fantasy.

How to explain it?
As he hurried toward the light, he frantically concocted a plausible explanation in his mind, such as accidentally falling down the hillside and getting lost...

Their pace quickened, almost jogging as they rushed out of the last patch of woodland cover.

However, when he finally saw what was in front of him, he felt as if ice water had been poured over his head, and he froze on the spot!

Where is the familiar Zhao Family Village before me?
It was clearly an old village shrouded in a light gray-white mist!

(End of this chapter)