Master Xiaoqiao had already noticed the abnormality in the flames and couldn’t help but feel his heart skip a beat.
However, the screams of the family of patrons had not yet subsided.
Suddenly, incense ash flew out from the censer in front of him, carrying a stream of Yin Energy, rushing towards Master Xiaoqiao.
That dense Yin Energy was like an invisible heavy pressure, as sharp as the blade of a sword, instantly enveloping Master Xiaoqiao.
It was as if a large saber, with a thunderous clatter, was cleaving towards him.
On the incense candles on either side, the black flames also began to dance about.
They clawed and writhed like deformed ghostly hands, attacking Master Xiaoqiao.
The other people around were already scared stiff, screaming as they turned to run.
Master Xiaoqiao’s face also changed, as he hastily raised his Mage Sword, trying to block.
But the onrushing evil Qi still sent him flying.
However, just as he was flung away and about to hit the ground, a glint of golden light suddenly sprang from his body, instantly enveloping him.
Master Xiaoqiao felt a burning heat in his chest.
He looked down and saw it was the amulet Jiangli had sent him before.
When he received the amulet, Master Xiaoqiao used a red string to wrap a simple protective layer around it and hung it around his neck.
Now, the amulet had fallen out from his clothing, still emitting a trace of golden light.
Master Xiaoqiao’s expression paused, and his body seemed to be lifted by some force, safely and slowly landing on the ground.
Master Xiaoqiao composed himself and looked towards the pile of money not far away.
He exhaled in relief, knowing it was Jiangli’s amulet that had saved him.
But he had no time to think further at the moment.
The golden light on the amulet repelled all the evil Qi back.
Seeing this, Master Xiaoqiao braced his palm on the ground, swiftly rolled to his feet, and rushed forward. He grabbed the incense ash from within the censer and tossed it over the incense candles on either side.
He then grabbed several talismans from his pocket and threw them at the incense candles.
As the incense ash hit, the flames flickered immediate.
The gloomy flames twinkled a few times, revealing specks of golden light.
And after Master Xiaoqiao threw the talismans, the flames roared and grew taller as if someone was feeding the fire.
But the gloomy flames flickered a few times and gradually returned to the normal color of fire.
Master Xiaoqiao, with a tight face, picked up the Mage Sword that had dropped to the ground and quickly slashed his palm, drawing a talisman with his blood. He then clenched his hand, letting the blood drip onto the pile of money beside him.
As the blood fell, the layer of black evil Qi swirling around the money seemed to shrink back in fear.
Master Xiaoqiao, disregarding his still-bleeding hand, grabbed the money and threw it all towards the incense candles on either side.
As the coins neared the flames, the flames seemed to come alive and swooped down on the coins.
In the blink of an eye, all of the coins were engulfed in flames.
Within a few breaths, they were reduced to ash and scattered into the air.
The escaping family of patrons, who had run about a dozen meters away, finally noticed the unusual situation here and involuntarily came to a stop.
At this moment, Master Xiaoqiao’s expression was still tense, as he vigilantly watched over the altar, as if fearing further mishaps.
There were no abnormalities over the altar.
The flames on the incense candles also diminished gradually, returning to their normal height.
The sounds of the wind quieted, as if nothing had happened.
Only the throbbing pain in his palm reminded Master Xiaoqiao of what had just transpired.
He looked down incredulously, using his uninjured hand to grasp the amulet hanging in front of his chest.
The amulet still held a scalding warmth.