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Just when my abs were about to burst from the relentless strikes of Master Pan, I suddenly began to feel unwell all over. I knew that the Imposter Yincai inside me could no longer be contained. My initial thought was correct; it had to be forced out through these blows, but the intensity was a bit too much.
Seeing my reaction, my master sprang into action. He pulled on the Ink Fight Line, revealing a Soul Guiding Talisman hanging above. He began to chant the Soul Summoning Spell repeatedly, his voice blending with Master Pan's incantations. One voice was urgent and powerful, while the other was slow and gentle, reminiscent of a soft melody. The combination of these two voices created a strangely harmonious effect, like a lead singer accompanied by backup vocals.
Caught between these two sounds, I felt utterly helpless. My abdomen was being struck forcefully, yet I couldn't use my hands to stop it; I could only endure. If my hands had been bound, it would have been easier to accept, but they were free, and I desperately wanted to clutch my stomach. This torment was indescribable. With each repetition of the Soul Summoning Spell, the Imposter Yincai within me still refused to be expelled. I was inwardly shocked; under normal circumstances, my master's spell would have already drawn out the possessing spirit, especially with Master Pan's strikes assisting this time. It was clear how stubborn this damned Imposter Yincai was.
I vaguely remembered that during the fourth recitation of the spell, my body began to convulse uncontrollably. My mind went blank, and the pain slowly faded away. The chanting of my masters seemed to drift further away, becoming increasingly unclear until it eventually vanished. All that remained in my mind was an incessant buzzing sound; at that moment, I felt as if I were touching the edge of death.
I let out a faint "mm," but it echoed endlessly in my mind as if I were inside a large speaker, causing my head to throb painfully. I struggled to keep silent; at that moment, my consciousness felt as fragile as a dandelion—one breeze could scatter it into oblivion. I had never experienced such an overwhelming sense of helplessness before. As I gazed at my master's flickering figure, his form became increasingly indistinct, and I felt an immense reluctance in my heart.
When a person's suffering reaches a critical point, all they can think about is death—including me—as if death had become an unavoidable reality with no way out. How could I still think that my masters would never let anything happen to me?
My master's figure began to sway—not because I was losing clarity but because he truly started to move. He leaned forward suddenly, wrapping his right hand around something in front of my chest as if he were choking it and then began to pull backward.
My once-blank mind started to regain clarity as the familiar chants of both masters slowly filled my ears again—clearer now than before. Master Pan did not cease his relentless strikes; the pain in my body returned with renewed intensity. At that moment, I felt immense gratitude towards both elders—one served as a guiding light showing me how to survive while the other pushed me forward like a breeze propelling a sailboat through turbulent waters.
Upon closer inspection of my master, I saw that the Ink Fight Line had indeed ensnared the neck of the Imposter Yincai—the very spirit that had beaten me down so mercilessly. He was gradually pulling this loathed Spirit God out of my body. Although it was a slow process, there was clear progress.
My master couldn't pull too quickly for fear of also extracting my Living Soul, nor could he go too slowly lest it return unnoticed back into me. You might think that age had made him weak and that this task required great effort; however, that wasn't the case at all. Exorcising such a possessing Spirit God relied not on brute strength but on the power of spells and talismans—so he could still withstand this intensity.
As my master straightened up from his bent position, I felt increasingly relieved; aside from the pain in my abdomen, there were no other discomforts left. I sighed in relief—the torment was finally coming to an end. By the time my master stood fully upright, nearly all traces of the Imposter Yincai had been extracted from within me. It’s worth noting that typically exorcising a spirit doesn’t require such gradual removal; using willow branches or peach wood along with talismans and spells can expel a Spirit God all at once. However, this Imposter Yincai was different—it had infiltrated every part of my being during its possession, effectively attaching its Spirit to every corresponding part of me. In such cases, soul extraction becomes complicated; if not handled properly, it could also draw out my own Living Soul—even just a small portion could impact my health.
Once the Imposter Yincai detached from my body, my master's chanting grew louder while Master Pan ceased his strikes and abruptly stood up from his seated position. With a loud shout, he swept his Peach Wood Sword swiftly toward the extracted Spirit God. A dull thud echoed through the air as if he had struck something soft like cotton.
Master stumbled slightly, and with a powerful thrust of his hands, he threw the Imposter Yincai away as if discarding something. The force of the throw was imbued with talismans and incantations, and the Ink Fight Line had also been specially enhanced by Master. As a result, the imposter was hurled against the wall like a stone. I winced at the sight, but at the same time, I felt a sense of satisfaction. Serves you right for bullying me when my skills were lacking.
I turned my head to observe closely and saw that Imposter Yincai crashed into a talisman on the wall, letting out a painful wail before quickly falling among several red candles on the ground. The talisman on the wall had been set up by Master Pan as soon as he entered; I had sensed it was extraordinary, but I never expected it to have such power, capable of stripping the Spirit God of its ability to float and causing it to crash to the ground.
After Imposter Yincai fell, neither Master nor Master Pan hesitated. Master picked up the Great Seal from the ground while Master Pan brandished his large Peach Wood Sword. The two of them rushed toward the still-prone Imposter Yincai. Each master had their unique techniques; Master held the Great Seal in one hand while waving a handful of Cinnabar Incense Ash with the other, continuously chanting incantations. Master Pan, on the other hand, was straightforward—his left hand pointed with a talisman while his right hand gripped the Peach Wood Sword tightly.
I slowly sat up and struggled to stand. Upon closer inspection of where Imposter Yincai had landed, I realized it wasn't just a few red candles; it was part of a larger Soul-Restraining Formation. I couldn't help but marvel at how clever Master was to have set up this formation in advance, waiting to pull it out from within me and toss it there. Combined with the talisman that Master Pan had previously arranged, it ensured that Imposter Yincai would fall directly into the formation instead of floating away.
I glanced over at Master Xiao, who was using Hand Seals to hold onto Liu Bi and Mu Xue. Clearly, both masters' spells affected them as well, especially that Soul Summoning Spell. If it weren't for Master Xiao protecting them, they would have likely been drawn over when Master helped me retrieve my soul.
Just then, as if on cue, the sound of air escaping from Imposter Yincai reached us. Master and Master Pan arrived in an instant; before they even got close, their talismans struck first. The talismans from Master Pan and Master's Cinnabar Ash hit simultaneously against the still-struggling Imposter Yincai, who let out a horrific scream filled with despair. It's important to note that within the Soul-Restraining Formation, any damage inflicted on a Spirit God is multiplied.
The talismans struck its body while most of Master's Cinnabar Ash rained down upon its head. In that moment of daze, Master Pan thrust his Peach Wood Sword, piercing through his own talisman and embedding it into the heart of Imposter Yincai's spirit. At nearly the same moment, Master's Great Seal crashed down onto the imposter's head. They say chocolate and music go well together on rainy days, but nothing compares to how well matched Master Pan's sword and talismans were with Master's Cinnabar Ash and Great Seal.
The combined attacks from both masters struck perfectly against the imposter trapped within the Soul-Restraining Formation, showcasing immense power.
I watched in awe and turned to look at Master Xiao, who appeared utterly dumbfounded—his eyes bulging wide open and his mouth forming a large "O." His already unattractive face looked even more grotesque. Clearly, he viewed this level of coordination as an extraordinary match. To me, however, this was more than just an extraordinary match; it was simply perfect.
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