My Master is the Real Boss – Chapter 107

Chapter 107: First Glimmers of Brilliance

This little Taoist priest’s agility is simply excessive.

Due to Xiang Jiannan’s sudden bravery, An Wensheng was able to catch his breath temporarily. When he recovered, he realized that he seemed to have no chance to make a move.

He hadn’t expected the little Taoist priest to be able to entangle with the Ghost King for so long. His body twisted and turned, sometimes he couldn’t even see clearly. If he rashly attacked, he felt he would hurt his own people.

What has that old Taoist priest been secretly researching all these years? The disciple he taught is completely unlike him.

In An Wensheng’s memory, Gao Yu’an didn’t have so many movements when fighting against others. He fully utilized the essence of Taoism. With a casual raise of his hand, it was a devastating blow. If there was any maneuvering, it was never as hands-on as Xiang Jiannan.

His current fighting style is like a martial artist. During this period of fighting with the Ghost King, he hasn’t even been at a disadvantage.

He seized opportunities very accurately, striking at the gaps. He made the Ghost King show signs of decline from time to time.

It should be about time.

The situation was not as relaxed as An Wensheng saw. Xiang Jiannan, while moving his body, already had beads of sweat on his forehead. He hadn’t expected that he could last so many moves against the Ghost King. After being hit by several waves of Green Qi, the pressure in his heart had instead risen to a new level.

His body might not be able to hold on. Using the Second-Rank Realm to push his body to operate at a high intensity, after repeated attacks, he already felt exhausted.

“My fist.”

“Hi!”

Dodging the Ghost King’s attack again, seeing that he was finally about to speak, Xiang Jiannan immediately shouted a word as he dodged.

The word “Hi” made the Ghost King hesitate, and his body took several waves of Green Qi.

“I…”

“Hi!”

Stunned, he opened his mouth again and was interrupted again. Because of Xiang Jiannan’s success, the Ghost King became even more enraged, and the fist he threw down increased in speed.

He had been fighting with this little Taoist priest for so long, and he hadn’t even managed to grab his clothes. He was just shouting nonsense for no reason, making it impossible for him to finish his sentences.

This little Taoist priest, his mind is very quick.

Also made inexplicably confused by Xiang Jiannan’s two “Hi”s, the bystander was clear. Just standing there and thinking for a moment, An Wensheng understood why he was doing this.

This little Taoist priest didn’t want the Ghost King to use “Ghostly Lies”. He interrupted him when he wanted to speak. This method was truly unheard of.

How did he come up with it? Could it be that he stole it from the old Taoist priest? The Taoists of Ping’an Temple just like to have wild ideas.

Currently, it seems to be working quite well. At least the Ghost King hasn’t been able to finish a single sentence after opening his mouth.

Bang!

Just as An Wensheng didn’t know how to evaluate Xiang Jiannan’s strange ideas, after a few more moves, the little Taoist priest, who had been busy for a long time, was finally punished.

It was unclear whether he had already seen through Xiang Jiannan’s agility, but with a feint of his left fist, the Ghost King’s right hand suddenly grabbed the Taoist robe that was trying to twist away. As he retracted his fist and made it solid, the previously entangled situation officially ended.

A punch landed directly on Xiang Jiannan’s face, making the little Taoist priest seem to lose consciousness as he rolled.

“Seal!”

Seeing the little Taoist priest lying limply not far from him, An Wensheng moved and then shouted. As several streams of Black Qi quickly wrapped around the Ghost King, he looked down at Xiang Jiannan as he passed by.

His ability as a City God was indeed limited, unlike the Prefectural City God, who had a continuous flow of Incense Karma.

Those four streams of Black Qi were used to suppress the Guan Yu’s Blade in the Ghost King’s hand. Now that he had summoned them again, it was undoubtedly like letting a tiger return to the mountains.

“Kill!”

The Black Qi attacked, and the Guan Yu’s Blade reappeared in his hand. Facing An Wensheng, who was flying towards him, the Ghost King, with his blade in hand, was as powerful as thunder. He first stirred up the Black Qi that wanted to stop him, and then followed with a “Fierce Tiger Descending the Mountain” chop.

This time, the attack was filled with monstrous resentment. With one chop, most of the ground in the courtyard was shattered.

Fragments flew everywhere, and they also woke up Xiang Jiannan, who had just laid down.

How did it go back to the initial scene again?

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the Ghost King wielding his blade like a god of slaughter. Xiang Jiannan saw that An Wensheng was about to approach him. In a moment of desperation, he first took out a few talisman papers, and then took off the gourd from his waist.

He had thrown the horsetail whisk on the ground a long time ago. Mainly because when he started fighting, he found it to be unremarkable. In his master’s hands, it was a killing weapon.

“Break the belly and rot the mouth, hee-haw!”

He quickly recited the incantation while sticking the talisman paper on the gourd. He didn’t have as much time as his master did when he used it. Just as An Wensheng ran in front of him, Xiang Jiannan stood up and ran away with him.

The Ghost King’s blade was about to chop down. If they didn’t run, they would probably become ghosts under the blade.

“What is that thing!”

Holding the gourd, Xiang Jiannan and An Wensheng had just dodged the Ghost King’s blade when Xiang Jiannan saw An Wensheng suddenly say something. He didn’t have time to ask in detail, but he felt that the footsteps behind him were chasing very quickly. He saw An Wensheng pause and summon the token again. The four streams of Black Qi came to his side in an instant as if they had been summoned.

They were baring their fangs and claws, ready to fight the approaching Ghost King head-on.

“My weapon.”

“Hi!”

Swinging his blade, he was about to slash horizontally. Just as he was halfway through his sentence, Xiang Jiannan, standing next to An Wensheng, interrupted the Ghost King again.

This was what he had understood. Since An Wensheng said that “Ghostly Lies” was a rule, then wouldn’t it be invalid if he couldn’t say it? Although his idea was particularly flimsy, from the actual effect, it did seem like it.

At least during the previous battle, he had gained a lot of advantages from the Ghost King.

“My weapon should cut down these two people in front of me.”

After being interrupted by Xiang Jiannan, his hands didn’t stop. The Guan Yu’s Blade came with great momentum. Shouting loudly at the four streams of Black Qi that were flying towards him, the Ghost King had already recovered from the little Taoist priest’s bizarre idea.

He couldn’t be fooled by the same trick three times. He had been here for so many years, and it was the first time he had encountered such a strange opponent. His idea was very naive.

“Lock!”

Waving his hand, he threw the fluttering token at the Ghost King. An Wensheng used the Black Qi to try to entangle the Guan Yu’s Blade again.

To subdue the Ghost King, they had to deal with his Guan Yu’s Blade first. This weapon was much more ferocious than the Ghost King controlling it.

The little Taoist priest probably didn’t see that.

“Taoist, remember to help me!”

Seeing that the Black Qi had successfully blocked the advancing Guan Yu’s Blade, just as he finished speaking, the token that An Wensheng had thrown out seemed to be about to take effect.

He saw it floating in the air, emitting a few cold glints. Then, with a swish, it suddenly disappeared.

Everything happened too quickly. It wasn’t until Xiang Jiannan followed An Wensheng’s gaze to look at the gourd in his hand that he vaguely felt that something bad was about to happen.

There was no follow-up. The gourd was the cause of the trouble!

Glug glug~~~

At the same time, a puff of green smoke emerged. As a talisman paper stuck to the gourd fell off, Xiang Jiannan only felt that the gourd in his hand was getting hot. After the green smoke dissipated, he unconsciously shook it a few times. The Ghost King’s blade, which was entangled by the Black Qi, also seemed to be in trouble.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, it was forcibly dragged to the mouth of the gourd. In Xiang Jiannan’s trembling gaze, it changed from solid to illusory, and was gradually sucked in.