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I let out a sound of surprise and then asked my master what to do next. He looked around and said to Master Pan, "Old Pan, we need to rearrange this place."
Master Pan nodded, found a worn-out table, and pulled out a red disposable tablecloth from the Cosmic Bag. He placed the Cosmic Bag on the table and opened it, pulling out a large handful of talismans. I estimated there were at least thirty.
As Master Pan took out the talismans, the Imposter Yincai inside me began to act up again. This time, it didn't expend energy trying to invade my thoughts; instead, it started searching for a way to break free from my body.
Since it possessed me, it had been trying to control my mind but had failed. It understood that this path was futile and began to think of other ways.
Suddenly, my body was no longer under my control. I was standing beside my master when I abruptly turned around without knowing why. I could only watch in confusion as my limbs moved erratically, completely beyond my command. It felt like being on a roller coaster; I could feel my body moving but couldn't control its direction.
This sudden loss of control left me somewhat panicked. Instinctively, I shouted out loud. However, my master was already prepared, just like when he first took me on a job. At the moment I turned around, he threw some cinnabar incense ash at me while chanting a spell I was very familiar with—the Soul Binding Spell.
My body stiffened, and within seconds, the Imposter Yincai inside me began to struggle even more fiercely. My hands and feet trembled violently, and my head shook back and forth. Yet, strangely enough, my consciousness was crystal clear; even the violent shaking of my head didn't induce any dizziness. In that moment, my vision became extraordinarily sharp; despite it being night, I could see into the darkness as clearly as if it were day. I could even see every speck of dust in the cinnabar incense ash that had been thrown at me. It was an incredible experience, almost like having superpowers—everything in the world seemed so clear to me, no matter how small. I even questioned whether this was an illusion, yet it felt so real.
Just as the Imposter Yincai broke free from the spell's binding, Master Pan produced a Great Seal in his hand and ruthlessly slammed it against my chest. While I felt nothing in my chest from the impact, my head spun violently as if I had suddenly fallen and hit it against a rock. My limbs went weak, and I nearly fainted.
Master Xiao rushed over to support me as I stumbled toward the ground. Master Pan retracted the Great Seal and disdainfully remarked, "Hmph! Only now do you want to escape? It's too late."
I knew he wasn't talking to me but rather addressing the Imposter Yincai within me.
Master Xiao glanced at Master Pan and asked, "What should we do next?"
Master Pan replied that once Old Pan sealed this place up, we would pull it out and eliminate it. "You keep an eye on it," he instructed. "If it understands you, use the seal on it." He then handed the seal to Master Xiao.
Master Xiao laid me down on the ground and took the seal from Master Pan with a grin. "You better behave," he said with an unsettling tone. "The Great Seal in my hand doesn't blink."
A chill ran down my spine as I thought repeatedly: Don't act impulsively! Whatever you do, don't act impulsively! If this guy gets jealous of my looks and slams the Great Seal into my face, I'm done for.
Master Pan continued pasting talismans on the walls, doors, and broken windows. What puzzled me was that almost every talisman had a different incantation associated with it; his chanting varied in tone—some were shouts while others were whispered or muttered quietly. From both the number of talismans and their complexity, it was clear that this was a high-level sealing formation made up of talismans. The goal was simple: to turn this room into a cage so that the Imposter Yincai couldn't escape.
The Master was arranging various formations on a table, seemingly preparing for the impending battle. As he lit incense and candles, he drew talismans while chanting spells in a continuous stream, interspersed with instructions for me: to relax completely, to abandon any resistance, and to begin the process of soul extraction.
I wanted to ask the Master why we needed to pull the spirit out instead of forcing it out. In my previous experiences dealing with possessions, I had mostly forcibly expelled the Spirit God. Moreover, I knew that if we were to pull the Spirit God out, there was a risk of also extracting the host's Living Soul. Although it could be returned afterward, it would increase our workload significantly. Additionally, pulling out and returning the Living Soul could have some adverse health effects on the possessed individual.
Despite my mind being filled with questions, I refrained from voicing them. The Master had his reasons for this approach; all I needed to remember was that he would not harm me.
Once everything was ready, the room brightened considerably. Looking around, I noticed at least twenty red candles lit in various corners. Master Pan arrived before me at almost the same time as the Master. Holding a Peach Wood Sword upright, Master Pan appeared dignified and righteous. The Master held a longer Ink Fight Line in his left hand while continuously drawing Hand Spells with his right. From my position lying on the ground, the two elders appeared particularly tall and imposing in the candlelight.
Master Xiao crouched down, supporting my neck with his hand to keep it elevated as he nervously watched the two masters. He asked, "Masters, what should I do?"
The Master instructed, "Go to that corner and release the two Little Ghosts from the umbrella. Protect them; when we disperse this Spirit God later, let’s see if we can also drive away the Yin Qi from those Little Ghosts."
Master Pan looked at the Master and asked, "Do you have confidence in this?"
The Master shook his head and replied, "Let's give it a try."
When Master Xiao heard that he was to go to the corner to release Liu Bi and its companion, he carelessly let go of me. With no support for my neck, my head suddenly slammed against the worn concrete floor with a dull thud that echoed like a bowing gesture.
The impact made my head ring painfully as I cursed under my breath. Realizing his mistake, Master Xiao hurriedly ran off while Master Pan chuckled and said, "That's my disciple for you."
I felt speechless; even in street fights, they usually didn’t involve innocent bystanders like me and Master Xiao.
With Master Xiao gone, I didn’t bother about him anymore and lay limply on the ground, waiting for further instructions from the two elders.
About a minute later, I heard Master Pan's voice: "Are you ready?"
I looked up to see the Master pulling on the Ink Fight Line with both hands and nodding. Then he said to me, "Relax your entire body, stabilize your consciousness, and silently recite the Stabilizing Charm in your heart. You might have to endure some pain; prepare yourself mentally."
I nodded and removed one shoe to use as a pillow for my head. Lying straight on the ground without caring about its cleanliness, I felt I had endured enough of this Imposter Yincai over these past two days.
Master Pan stepped from my side to my right, his left hand forming a Hand Seal while his right hand raised the Peach Wood Sword, which had pierced through several talismans. He began to chant a spell loudly and quickly. The words were incomprehensible to me, but from Master Pan's tone, I sensed that this incantation was ominous.
Once the chant was complete, Master Pan sat down cross-legged on the ground. He formed a sword finger with his left hand while tightly gripping the Peach Wood Sword in his right. Closing his eyes, his mouth continued to move as if reciting a spell, though no sound emerged.
My master remained calm and leisurely walked to the position beside my head before squatting down.
With a sudden shout of "Halt!" from Master Pan, the Peach Wood Sword came crashing down, striking my abdomen.
The speed of the sword's descent was quick, but the force upon impact was not overwhelming. I didn’t feel much pain; however, Master Pan did not stop. He continued chanting while repeatedly striking my abdomen with the Peach Wood Sword. It began with a four-character incantation, then shifted to three characters, followed by two, and finally one character, each strike becoming faster and more forceful.
The landing of the wooden sword perfectly matched the final syllable of the incantation without any delay. It was a pity that someone with such strong rhythm like Master Pan wasn't playing the drums.
As it grew faster and more painful, this process lasted nearly three minutes before I could hardly endure it any longer. My master looked at me with a determined gaze, seemingly encouraging me to hold on just a little longer.
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