Just A Daoist Who Occasionally Kicks Ass

To this witch spirit, the young Daoist had not only failed to provide much in the way of fortune, but after being dragged in here, he had instead shown every sign of going on a murderous rampage. It was terrifying, and to be honest, it was already regretting this.

After donning the Golden Radiance Crown, Li Yanchu completely concealed his form. Not only could the black-robed old monk at the peak of the Yin Spirit realm no longer see him, even this mysterious witch spirit was unable to perceive him.

He pondered briefly. This thing’s regenerative ability was truly terrifying; it didn’t look like something that could be casually slain.

Best to finish this quickly, Li Yanchu thought to himself.

After all, this was the other party’s territory. If it suddenly expelled him from here, there would be little he could do about it.

Then, Li Yanchu cast a spell and took an exquisitely crafted bottle out of his Universe Pouch. It was the supreme Buddhist treasure, the Purity Glazed Bottle. It was a magical artifact he had seized earlier in the Mount Taoyuan Blissful Land.

Back then, even after he used the Spirit Officer Summoning Talisman, he had nearly been sucked into this very treasure. He had only refined it recently, making it just perfect for dealing with this unsolvable witch spirit.

As for how strong the witch spirit originally was, Li Yanchu didn’t know. But from their brief exchange just now, he had already realized that this thing’s actual level wasn’t particularly high. Its real trouble lay in the peculiarity of the space it inhabited and the strangeness of its methods.

Whoosh!

The immense suction of the Purity Glazed Bottle instantly sucked the black shadow inside. A supreme Buddhist treasure, imbued with powerful divine abilities and seals,

was not something a spirit that hadn’t yet fully matured could possibly contend with.

After the spirit was captured, this unknown land did not disappear. However, Li Yanchu’s figure gradually faded from this place.