My Master is the Real Boss – Chapter 3

Chapter 3: The Eight Treasures of Daoism

It was quite sudden.

The air in the courtyard fell silent again. Xiang Jiannan felt that he was not far from death. Although he had done a lot of mental preparation in the past few months since he had transmigrated, some things could not be overcome just by self-righteousness.

The sage once said: What you think you think is not what you think you think.

“D*mn it, I used too much force.”

While Xiang Jiannan’s almost wooden brain was spinning, the head of the Woman in White that had fallen on the ground spoke. After the head fell, it did not roll away a few times. It was quickly stopped by the black hair that surrounded it. Her tone was a little helpless, but it scared the Little Taoist who was staring at her so much that he almost fell on his butt.

Friction! I should run away first!

After suddenly remembering the three strange words, Xiang Jiannan wished he could slap himself on the spot. It was true that people were indeed self-destructive animals. At this time, he could still think of some irrelevant things. If he didn’t run now, was he waiting to pick up the Woman in White’s head? That would be too much of a test for his mental fortitude.

“Taoist Priest, could you please do me a favor?”

The gentle voice came from the ground again. Xiang Jiannan saw the White-Clothed move, only a short distance from the head. Her arms cracked, revealing long fingernails from her sleeves.

“Little woman can’t find her head.”

“Miss is really joking.”

Scared by the mechanical movements of the Headless White-Clothed, Xiang Jiannan took a few breaths. Suddenly, he didn’t know where the courage came from, and he forced out a smile. The next second, he was able to move his legs.

“I am just a Little Taoist Priest. Miss’s request is really inconvenient!”

While speaking, he had already darted out a few steps, regretting that he had not paid attention to physical exercise.

This is too slow. Why does it feel like I’m still in the same place?

“Since it’s inconvenient for the Taoist Priest, then the little woman will have to come herself.”

He only heard a faint sound of wind from behind. Xiang Jiannan’s back began to cool little by little. He didn’t have the time or courage to look back. His legs, which he always boasted were 1.8 meters long, moved even faster.

He had experienced this kind of scene before, but only in his dreams. If possible, please, someone come and wake him up immediately. The harder the better, don’t be stingy!

“Taoist Priest, why are you running so fast!”

Secretly cursing how far the door to the backyard had become, the thing Xiang Jiannan feared the most happened while he was struggling. A palm with only nails and bones suddenly stretched out from his right shoulder. It didn’t do anything else, just hung straight on his shoulder.

At the same time, it felt like something suddenly stuck to his back.

“Master!”

Looking at the backyard stone door that he could never reach, Xiang Jiannan could no longer endure it. He saw strands of black hair extending from his side, and after a few breaths, they began to intertwine.

His neck already felt tight. If he didn’t shout now, he might not have a chance.

“Taoist Priest, slow down, you’re making the little woman hurt.”

Without waiting for his Master’s response, Xiang Jiannan didn’t even see his old face that had previously appeared on the wall. He only felt his feet lighten, and his whole body was turned upside down. With an unstoppable force, he crashed heavily into a wall.

The fall was devastating, causing him to spit out several mouthfuls of blood instantly. His internal organs seemed to have been shattered as well.

“Cough, cough, cough.”

Half-sitting on the ground, his mind was already unclear. Xiang Jiannan vaguely knew that things were not over yet. The White-Clothed, holding her head in one hand, was approaching him again with her black hair fluttering. To be honest, he was afraid that tonight was over.

As a transmigrator, he had disgraced this excellent group. The specific reason was unknown, but it must have been caused by his Master.

He didn’t expect that wiping someone’s a*s would cost him his life.

He should be the first one among the transmigrators.

“Meddling in other people’s business!”

Her tone was no longer as gentle as before. The Headless White-Clothed used her black hair to drag Xiang Jiannan up from the ground. After a grimace, she tore off a Ping’an Talisman from the side.

“Smelly Taoist, do you think this can suppress me!”

After saying that, she stuck the talisman paper on Xiang Jiannan’s head.

“Evil creature, stop! How dare you be so presumptuous in front of this Old Taoist!”

Just as Xiang Jiannan was laughing sinisterly at his half-dead state, Xiang Jiannan’s Master appeared by the stone gate of the wall.

With a single forceful flick of his horsetail whisk, his Daoist robe sleeves rustled in the wind.

After all, he was old. He was a little dazed by the sudden fall of the Woman in White’s head. He didn’t have any mental preparation. After falling off the wall, he sat under the wall for a while. When he finally reacted, he remembered that his disciple was still inside.

Sticking the Ping’an Talisman on his own disciple was an unforgivable insult!

“Seeking death!”

Putting down Xiang Jiannan, she turned and walked towards his Master. The Headless Woman continued to laugh eerily.

She had taken the lives of several people in the past few days. After defeating Xiang Jiannan, she naturally became even more arrogant.

Another swindler with no real skills. She guessed that his Master was about the same.

The skill he showed earlier when he flew up the wall, it was obvious that he was scared by her.

Where did the light come from?

In a daze, he only felt a dazzling light. Xiang Jiannan did not know about his Master’s later appearance, nor did he know whether he was dead or alive. After being illuminated by the light, he slowly sat up again.

Where am I now? What are those things floating above my head?

Looking at the light in the air with extreme fatigue, Xiang Jiannan’s eyes were dull as if he saw several jade plaques. After being penetrated by the light, they were all snow-white and shone brightly, conspicuously flashing large characters.

Technique, Talisman, Qi, Body.

The jade plaques slowly rotated, and finally stopped after forming a Bagua.

Each jade plaque became a part of the Bagua. Except for the one with the character “Talisman” written on it, the other plaques became dim.

“Master.”

After the Bagua disappeared, the light vanished. Only then did Xiang Jiannan realize that he was still in the human world. The courtyard was still the same courtyard, the White-Clothed was still headless, and the one waving the horsetail whisk and dancing around in place seemed to be his Master.

He only heard him muttering to himself. At the end, it seemed like he even said “Buddha bless you”?

“Little Taoist Priest, you’re not dead yet.”

The Headless White-Clothed was hesitating because of Xiang Jiannan’s Master’s bluff. She was the first to hear the movement. When she saw Xiang Jiannan sitting up again, her boundless black hair immediately stretched over.

“You, don’t come over!”

The Ping’an Talisman on his head had not been removed. Xiang Jiannan felt that he was really unlucky. His feet had just retreated a little distance when they were entangled by the black hair that followed closely behind.

Without any resistance, he was dragged to her side like a dead dog.

“Let me see if it can keep you safe.”

The Headless White-Clothed said while playing with the Ping’an Talisman she had taken from Xiang Jiannan’s head. She completely ignored the Old Taoist who was shouting and yelling on the side. She was about to take the Little Taoist’s life.

But changes were unpredictable.

When she casually wanted to throw away the Ping’an Talisman again, she suddenly found that she couldn’t shake it off. As a ray of golden light appeared from the talisman, the Headless White-Clothed, who was still wondering, instantly turned into a puff of white smoke.

“You took it yourself, don’t blame me.”

Seeing such a scene when he was about to faint, Xiang Jiannan really didn’t have the energy to think about the reason. Before closing his eyes to sleep, he vaguely saw his Master’s stalwart figure.

A horsetail whisk, cold and ruthless.

“Evil creature, you brought this upon yourself!”