The moment the thought rose in his mind, he quickly shook it off; it had to be an illusion.
The secret technique he acquired was capable of transferring all the causality and karmic debts of his own actions onto others.
No matter how many bad things he did, the retribution would never fall on him.
It was just that he never expected to be thwarted by Yun Ran, not once but twice.
The last time, Yun Ran broke his Life-taking Curse (Chapter nine, the copper coin inside the rag doll), killing his senior disciple.
This time, he intended to teach Yun Ran a lesson, for all the curse techniques he had sold to harm others, he only ever stumbled with her.
This affected his reputation somewhat, and now that his cultivation had advanced to a higher level, he naturally wanted to regain his lost ground.
What infuriated him was that this time, even the carefully crafted Blood Poisonous Insect had failed, and he had lost his second disciple as well.
"I haven’t even come to settle the score with you yet, but here you are knocking at my door, so don’t blame me for being impolite!"
As he spoke, the Middle-aged Taoist picked up his Magic Artifact and launched an attack on Yun Ran.
The little Taoist crouched terrified at the corner of the wall, shivering.
Last time, he remembered a white-bearded Dark Master had been instantly killed by his master’s attack; the death was extremely tragic.
His master killed that man, and all the causality fell onto his second senior brother.
It left his second senior brother paralyzed in bed for half a year, incontinent, and only survived because he took care of him and wasn’t tormented to death.
Now, his master was about to kill someone again, and surely all the causality would fall on him.
His cultivation was so insignificant it might as well be ignored; he feared he couldn’t bear such causality at all. Would he die on the spot right here?
Yun Ran was utterly unaware of the danger, this man’s ability was not even on par with Shen Zhe’s, there was simply no need for her to take action personally.
The Little Papermen immediately flew out, without Yun Ran’s command, knowing exactly what they needed to do.
Two of the Little Papermen rushed to duel with the Middle-aged Taoist, while the other Little Papermen scattered to search for Qu Ying.
Yun Ran sat beside the stone table, acting as a hands-off manager.
The Middle-aged Taoist watched the two vivid Little Papermen rush at him, his shock impossible to articulate.
He knew that Yun Ran might have some techniques, but had never imagined she was capable of commanding Little Papermen.
Not to mention, these Little Papermen looked extraordinary.
"Old thief, take this!"
The Little Papermen’s milky voices shouted out with unexpected vigor; the scene resembled them as spirited warriors.
"Heh, ha, take this punch from your young master!"
The two Little Papermen worked seamlessly together, quickly forcing the Middle-aged Taoist into a retreat.
The Middle-aged Taoist’s Magic Artifact was a fine weapon against others, but not against the Little Papermen, which had undergone Heavenly Thunder Refinement.
His Magic Artifact was so fragile that it couldn’t withstand a single hit.
The Little Paperman’s round hand collided with the Middle-aged Taoist’s Magic Artifact once more, and with a "crack", a split suddenly formed in the middle of the Magic Artifact.
The other Little Paperman hurriedly followed up, delivering a kick, and the Magic Artifact that had just cracked fell apart into pieces, scattering across the ground.
The destruction of his Magic Artifact caused the middle-aged Taoist to suddenly spew out a mouthful of blood, eyes filled with disbelief. It had been decades since he became a disciple, and he had never suffered such a crushing defeat.
What made him even more embarrassed was that he couldn’t even beat two Little Papermen controlled by someone else.
Afterward, a look of horror appeared in his eyes. Just how formidable was Yun Ran’s cultivation to be able to control the Little Papermen?
At this moment, he truly regretted provoking such an eminent figure.
As the saying goes, it’s too late once it happens. The middle-aged Taoist hastily removed a Jade Pendant he wore on his body and smashed it onto the ground.
He couldn’t fall here; he had to escape quickly. This Jade Pendant was one of his means of escape.
As the Jade Pendant shattered, the originally sunny courtyard suddenly rose with waves of Yin Cold Energy.
The Female Ghost King had been eager to try, especially after seeing the Little Paperman totally defeat the master of the Evil Ghost, she was visibly excited.
"Go take care of that Evil Ghost!"
As soon as Yun Ran’s words fell, the Female Ghost King sprinted like a hundred-meter dash, whooshing away, disappearing without a trace.
A soul-piercing roar of an Evil Ghost had just begun when it abruptly ended, with the Female Ghost King contently releasing a satisfied burp.
The Yin Cold Energy that had just risen in the small courtyard dissipated completely.
The middle-aged Taoist was able to see the Female Ghost King, and his gaze was completely fixed at this moment.
Clearly, the shock was too great, and he hadn’t reacted yet.
His large Evil Ghost was just swallowed down by the Female Ghost King with a single slurp.
The other Little Papermen who had gone to look for Qu Ying had returned too, with two of them carrying Qu Ying out.
Before even getting close, Yun Ran could smell the stench coming from Qu Ying and quickly waved her hand: "Keep it far away, it’s polluting the air!"
The Little Papermen immediately flew further away, strictly following Yun Ran’s command, not feeling that their master’s disdain for her mother’s smell was such a big deal at all.
Yun Ran’s phone rang at this time.
Seeing that it was Shen Zhe’s call, Yun Ran slowly picked it up: "The colleagues in the suburbs aren’t very efficient, huh? I’ve finished my job, but they haven’t arrived yet!"
Most of the Special Administration Bureau’s operatives have cover jobs to hide their identities, with food delivery and courier work being the most common, allowing them to roam around without arousing suspicion.
Yun Ran had already reported to Shen Zhe, asking him to send assistance, since she was someone who disliked trouble.
Hai City Yun Family’s matriarch was kidnapped. The news was neither too big nor too small, and she did not wish to become the focus of others’ gossip.
With the Special Administration Bureau people joining in, she could completely hand over the aftermath to them.
"We encountered a Ghost Wall and just broke through!"
Shen Zhe was a bit frustrated mentioning this, although this area was not his regular territory, it wasn’t unfamiliar either.
But they were blocked by the Ghost Wall right at the crossroads, and they hadn’t noticed, only realizing it after quite a while.
Yun Ran recalled noticing the presence of Dragon Spirit not far away just a moment ago and immediately had an idea – it must have been that damned creature causing mischief.
The middle-aged Taoist was dumbfounded by an indescribable sense of defeat, and now, seeing Yun Ran casually making a phone call as if nothing had happened.
His resentment surged to the forefront, and he grabbed his little disciple who was squatting on the ground, furiously hurling him at Yun Ran.
What state of fright the little Taoist was in, Yun Ran didn’t know; her gaze was firmly locked on the middle-aged Taoist.
Watching as he frantically sprinted towards the direction of the back courtyard, she finally made her move.
With one hand forming a seal, a word lightly left her mouth: "Freeze!"