Chapter 66 of the Taoist Priest: Ghostly Venom

After scratching his head, Li Yan began to carefully observe everything around him.

A fierce ghost in red can transform into anything, including human beings.

Just as he was wondering what was going on, Shi Fou suddenly began walking toward him.

Li Yan was initially puzzled about what Shi Fou was doing coming over, but he soon noticed that Shi Fou's expression was entirely wrong.

At this moment, Shi Fou's expression had turned dull and vacant, his eyes devoid of any focus.

There was even a hint of a crimson glow deep within his eyes.

Li Yan immediately understood that Shi Fou had fallen victim to another trap.

He felt somewhat helpless: "Clearly Senior Brother's abilities are so strong, yet why does he still keep getting targeted by spirits? He has been possessed so many times already."

However, pretending that he knew nothing, he smiled cheerfully at Shi Fou and said, "Senior Brother, those two red-clothed fierce ghosts from just now have already been eliminated. Let's go back inside and have some food."

After saying this, Li Yan began to closely observe Shi Fou's reaction.

Shi Fou smiled coldly and replied, "Alright, Junior Brother. Let's go."

Seeing that Shi Fou had taken the bait, Li Yan was overjoyed.

He grabbed Shi Fou's hand, terrified that the fierce ghost possessing him might change its mind and run away.

Soon, the two of them arrived in front of a door.

Li Yan stepped across the threshold, but Shi Fou caught sight of the talisman pasted on the door and stood rooted to the spot, refusing to move.

Li Yan slapped his own forehead, then quietly concealed the talisman on the doorframe.

That way, the red-clothed fierce ghost wouldn't be able to see it.

Sure enough, the moment Li Yan hid the talisman, the possessed Shi Fou looked bewildered for a moment and then walked directly into the room.

The second he stepped inside, Li Yan slammed the door shut.

As soon as the door closed, the talismans immediately took effect.

After entering, Li Yan had deliberately pasted numerous talismans all around the room.

The door itself had also been sealed with a confinement spell the moment he came in.

The whole purpose was to lure the ghost into the house and utterly destroy it.

Shi Fou lay on the ground, rolling around in agony and screaming at the top of his lungs.

The screams echoing from within his body belonged to a woman, not his own voice at all.

Hearing these cries, Li Yan knew his judgment had been correct.

He simply watched with cold eyes as Shi Fou writhed on the floor.

After thrashing about for a while, Shi Fou finally stopped rolling.

Li Yan stepped forward to quietly check on Shi Fou's condition.

Only to find that the fierce ghost in red was still attached to Shi Fou and had not left.

She was glaring viciously at Li Yan.

Li Yan shuddered with a chill at that gaze.

However, he refused to back down.

Putting on a bold front, Li Yan said to Shi Fou, "You had better get out of his body right now.

The talisman from just now was merely a small lesson for you. If you insist on stubbornly clinging on and refusing to leave,

then you will undoubtedly suffer a fate a million times more miserable than this."

The red-clothed fierce ghost, who had been relatively calm just a moment ago, suddenly burst into hysterical laughter upon hearing Li Yan's words, mocking him derisively: "Ha, on the strength of you alone?

The two of you might have stood a chance fighting together. But with just you alone, go ahead and walk to your death!"

Hearing the fierce ghost's words, Li Yan clenched his fists in anger and threw a fierce punch straight at her.

Seeing the incoming punch, the fierce ghost didn't even bother to dodge.

Yet when Li Yan saw that she was completely undefended, a sudden smile spread across his face.

"Did you really think all I was hitting you with was just a plain fist?"

Li Yan had smeared a poison specifically formulated against fierce ghosts all over his knuckles.

It posed zero danger to humans, but its lethality against spirits was one hundred percent.

Li Yan landed punch after punch until Shi Fou's face was bruised and battered before finally withdrawing his hand.

He stood to the side to watch the show.

At first, the red-clothed fierce ghost didn't react much, merely continuing to mock Li Yan and curse him as worthless.

But after about ten minutes passed, she stopped mocking him entirely.

She felt every single fiber of her soul burning with agony—a piercing, marrow-deep pain.

The excruciating pain forced her to let out miserable shrieks.

Witnessing the fierce ghost's reaction, Li Yan smiled happily.

This was precisely the outcome he wanted.

Shi Fou began rolling on the ground once again.

As time ticked by, the poison on the fierce ghost grew increasingly potent.

The agony she suffered intensified exponentially.

Li Yan's smile grew even more brilliant.

"I want to see just how long a fierce ghost like you can hold out. Without ten thousand years of cultivation, there is simply no way a ghost can purge this poison by itself."

After another ten minutes or so, the red-clothed fierce ghost could no longer endure it and began pleading with Li Yan, "Spare me.

I'm begging you. Even if you're going to kill me, can you at least grant me a swift and painless death?"

Hearing her plea, Li Yan smiled, but offered no response.

"Let her hurt a little longer to learn her lesson, otherwise what if she goes back on her word?"

Finding that Li Yan remained completely unresponsive, the red-clothed fierce ghost panicked utterly.

Amidst her agonizing screams, she kowtowed to Li Yan over and over again, begging him incessantly to let her go.

Blood tears were already streaming from Shi Fou's eyes.

Yet Li Yan's mind was made up; he had no intention of letting her off the hook so easily.

After all, he had given her a chance earlier, and it was her own incompetence that squandered it.

The movements of the red-clothed fierce ghost gradually slowed down until she lay flat on the floor.

Unable to bear the torture any longer, she finally floated out of Shi Fou's body.

Even after drifting out, she was still screaming in agony.

However, she stopped pleading with Li Yan.

Viciously lunging toward Li Yan, she extended her arms, desperate to drag him down with her in a mutual destruction.

Li Yan drew his sword and immediately slashed off both of her arms.

No sooner had her arms been severed by Li Yan than brand new ones rapidly grew back in their place.

Li Yan showed no fear. He quietly smeared some blood onto his blade.

Then, he launched into battle once more. The sight of Li Yan's sword filled the red-clothed fierce ghost with dread.

She desperately dodged and evaded, trying to escape Li Yan's attacks.

Yet it was completely futile.

She was still pierced right through her soul core by Li Yan.

Green blood began to ooze from her soul core.

At first it dripped out drop by drop, but soon it turned into a continuous, rapid stream.

Seeing this, Li Yan knew he had succeeded.

"The soul core is the most fragile part of a ghost's body, and also the key to defeating a fierce ghost."

The red-clothed fierce ghost grabbed Li Yan's sword, attempting to control the blade and assassinate him with it.

The moment her hand touched the sword, however, she was violently repelled.

She was in absolute agony.

Without a moment's hesitation, Li Yan pulled the sword straight out from her soul core.

With the blade withdrawn, she collapsed onto her knees in despair.

She frantically channeled her remaining energy, trying to repair her shattered soul core.

Yet every time she managed to mend a tiny fraction, another part would fracture.

She realized that everything was in vain.

When she raised her head to look at Li Yan, her eyes were brimming with rage; she hated him to the core.

Therefore, she resolved to drag Li Yan down to hell with her.

She scrambled to her feet and lunged swiftly at Li Yan.

"Even in this state, you still won't quit? You really are determined to kill me, huh?"

Frowning, Li Yan let out a helpless sigh.