Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 469 Ghost Catcher 30

One day, Liu Qingyan drew the "Purifying Heart Talisman" again in extreme fatigue.

As the last stroke was made, an extremely faint but unusually pure light suddenly flashed across the talisman paper. At the same time, she felt the cold and gloomy air that had been choking her chest for years suddenly lighten, as if it was ignited and dispelled by this faint light.

This slight change is like the first drop of snow water seeping into the frozen soil after a long and cold winter.

For the first time, a faint but genuine smile appeared on Liu Qingyan's skinny face.

This pure light of Taoism was the fire of hope that she had forcibly condensed from her filthy essence with her own will! She had found her direction. Although it was difficult, it was feasible!

Several more years passed.

The site of an abandoned textile factory in the old southern part of the city is now a temporary residence for homeless people and marginalized people.

After nightfall, the air was filled with gloomy and eerie sounds, with crazy cries and strange noises heard all the time, causing panic among the people.

A few brave young explorers ignored the warnings and barged in. One of them ran out in a daze, muttering only "Red eyes... So many red eyes... Catch him... They took him away..."

The sirens and the noise of onlookers mixed together, and the scene was in chaos.

Ordinary police forces find it difficult to handle such bizarre incidents.

Suddenly, the crowd became agitated and spontaneously made way for a passage.

A figure dressed in a washed-out, dark blue cloth stepped out. She stood tall and straight, her steps steady. Her face still held a hint of the paleness of a long illness, but the sickly look between her brows had faded, replaced by a calmness and resilience that came from enduring hardships.

Her eyes were sharp and deep, as if they could penetrate the surface and look directly into the darkness. In her hands, she twisted a few pieces of talisman paper, the runes flowing smoothly and faintly shining.

It was Liu Qingyan.

She walked straight to the cordon and whispered to the officer in charge: it wasn't a kidnapping, but rather a demonic act. The trapped people still had a chance of survival, but they had to hurry.

"Please be careful." The police officer looked at the little-known "Master Liu" with awe and worry in his tone.

Liu Qingyan nodded, and with a solemn expression, she walked into the abandoned area shrouded in thick, gloomy fog. The talisman in her hand spontaneously ignited without wind, transforming into a clear light that protected her body.

The scene inside the abandoned workshop was tragic.

A cold black fog with a smell of rust and blood filled the air.

Several young people fell into a deep nightmare, and cold sweat kept oozing out of their bodies.

Deep in the workshop, a twisted shadow was lying on top of one of them, greedily absorbing something. The shadow had no substance, but it had a pair of creepy scarlet eyes!

Fierce ghost!

It has only been formed for a short time, but the evil aura is already strong.

Liu Qingyan's eyes fixed, and she pinched her fingers together. A talisman shot out and turned into a red flame that rushed straight towards the evil ghost with blood-red eyes!

The evil ghost was frightened and let out a shrill and piercing scream. It dropped its prey and turned into a swirling black mist, with blood faintly visible in it, and pounced towards Liu Qingyan.

A silent fierce battle suddenly broke out.

Liu Qingyan's steps were agile, and the talismans in her hands were like flowers scattered by a fairy from heaven. Golden light, fire light, and lightning light flashed alternately, and each time they collided violently with the evil spirit.

Her moves were sophisticated and she had obviously been through many battles, and her movements carried with them a powerful aura that could break evil.

The blood-eyed ghost was extremely vicious, constantly changing its form to attack her protective light and pollute her mind.

Just as he was about to use a more powerful talisman, Liu Qingyan was about to use it to fight him.

A stream of light, as clear as water, yet imbued with an endless sense of murderous intent, shot in through the broken window without warning! Fast as lightning, its trajectory was mysterious, cleverly bypassing Liu Qingyan and striking the blood-eyed ghost's soul core with incredible precision!

"Congeal!"

A cold and familiar voice penetrated the gloomy wind, as if ringing in everyone's ears.

In an instant, the rolling evil fog and the shrill roar came to an abrupt stop!

It was not destroyed, but frozen and imprisoned by an irresistible icy rhyme!

It was as if time had stopped in that tiny area. The blood-red eyes and twisted resentment were frozen in a thin layer of ice crystals with flowing pale golden runes. They maintained the terrifying posture of the previous second, but without a trace of ferocity.

Liu Qingyan turned her head suddenly.

I saw a clear moon-white figure, who had been standing quietly under the dilapidated doorway without knowing when.

The mountain wind seemed to bypass her, and the cold moonlight cast a faint glow on her.

He was still wearing his washed-out Taoist robes, his expression as indifferent as the clear snow on a distant mountain. The person who came was none other than Yun Chu, whom he had not seen for many years.

Yun Chu's gaze fell on Liu Qingyan, as calm as an ancient well, as if he was just looking at a passing cloud.

Liu Qingyan's heart beat violently, not out of fear, not out of anticipation, but out of a complex and indescribable emotion. Nervousness? She unconsciously straightened her back.

She could feel Yun Chu's gaze lingering on her for a few moments, especially when it swept across the faint lingering echo of the Daoist power that still lingered on her fingertips. His eyes were still calm, but seemed to have lost some of the pure coldness and denial that they had that day.

"This evil has been imprisoned by me. The root of the resentment is deep-rooted. It needs to be brought back to the mountains and refined by the earth fire before the root of the evil can be completely eradicated." Yun Chu's voice broke the silence. His tone sounded like he was talking to the air, but also like he was explaining to Liu Qingyan.

Yun Chu walked towards the evil spirit trapped in the ice. With a wave of her hand, the strange ice crystals encasing the evil spirit flew into her sleeve and disappeared. After doing all this, she still didn't say anything else. She turned and was about to leave, as if she was just passing by and had solved a small problem.

A passing moment.

The air stagnated imperceptibly for a moment.

An ancient thread-bound book wrapped in thick oil paper, with frayed and curled edges, slipped silently from the wide sleeves of Yun Chu's Taoist robe as if it had lost its support.

"Snapped."

With a slight muffled sound, the book fell squarely on the ground three feet away from Liu Qingyan's feet.

There was no explanation, no instructions, not even any extra eye contact.

Yun Chu's footsteps did not pause at all, and the moon-white figure quickly disappeared in the thick night outside the door and out of the sight of the onlookers, just as quietly as she appeared.

Only the ancient book lying on the dusty ground existed quietly in the dim light.

Liu Qingyan stood there in a daze. Everything around her seemed to fall silent in an instant, leaving only the steady, though slightly rapid, sound of her heartbeat and the silent call of the book on the ground.

She slowly bent down, her fingertips touching the rough, age-inspired oil-paper cover. Carefully unwrapping it, she saw, in the dim light of distant police lights, a few ancient yet restrained, traditional Chinese characters on the pages, imbued with a profound Daoist charm:

"Secret Essentials of Mysterious Talisman. Transcript"

Tears suddenly blurred Liu Qingyan's vision. No longer the coldness of despair, no longer the scorching heat of humiliation, but a warm current surged through her heart. She gripped the heavy tome tightly, her knuckles turning white.

My ears seemed to echo again with my own desperate and paranoid whispers from many years ago:

"Master... please watch..."

She did not look back in the direction where Yun Chu disappeared. Instead, she spoke to the talisman book in a voice that only she could hear, speaking very clearly to herself:

"Disciple...keep this in mind."

Liu Qingyan carefully brushed the dust off the book, treating it like a rare treasure, and then carefully placed it in her arms. She knew that this was more than just a book, but also a form of recognition, a true signpost leading to higher places. And she was just beginning.

The road ahead is still long, but at this moment, the fire of hope in her heart has burned extremely brightly, dispelling the last trace of darkness in the depths.