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"Step back!"
The Ancient Sorcerer waved his hand, signaling Zhao Fei and the others to retreat. He then cupped a large handful of dried Cypress Leaves and sprinkled them into the Oil Pot.
"Boom!"
The oil in the Oil Pot had long exceeded 100 degrees Celsius, and as the dried Cypress Leaves fell in, they immediately ignited.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
...
As more and more Cypress Leaves were thrown in, flames erupted above the Oil Pot, growing larger and taller!
Soon, the flames shot up into the sky, even surpassing the height of the Small Building.
"Caw caw caw caw..."
The crows circling in the sky were thrown into a panic, flapping around like headless flies. Some crashed into walls and died, while others were directly engulfed by the soaring flames, falling into the Oil Pot with no trace left.
Everyone stared in shock at this scene. The fire was capable of driving away wild beasts and birds, so it was not surprising that the crows were in a frenzy. But why did not a single crow fly away? Instead, they either crashed to their deaths or fell into the Oil Pot?
Feng Leyao looked towards the Oil Pot; flames shot up into the sky. Standing beside her, the Ancient Sorcerer appeared to have his eyes wide open, resembling an enraged deity. Besides throwing handfuls of Cypress Leaves into the Oil Pot, she noticed that the Ancient Sorcerer's lips were moving as if chanting something. However, due to the roaring sound of the flames rising high, it was impossible to hear anything.
Gradually, Feng Leyao began to sense something strange:
Ancient Sorcerer Every time Cypress Leaves were scattered, the lips would part as if exhaling a sound, and this moment often coincided with the flames ignited by the scattered Cypress Leaves reaching their peak—just as the flames seemed about to fade, they appeared to gain an immense extra power, continuing to rise as if they could burn through the sky.
"If it weren't for this, it wouldn't reach those crows."
Feng Leyao thought silently.
The crows in the sky were flying at a height of five to six meters, while the flames burning on the Oil Pot from the scattered Cypress Leaves were only about three meters high, yet somehow they managed to reach five to six meters!
Feng Leyao did not missee; every time Cypress Leaves were scattered, Ancient Sorcerer would let out a sound of "Hah."
Crows are attracted to Ghostly Energy and can sense it. When Ancient Sorcerer saw the crows, he knew that Zhao Weiru must have encountered a ghost and was tainted by Ghostly Energy.
Common cypress trees are actually spiritual objects in witchcraft, containing True Spirit Energy that can repel and kill ghosts. However, the amount of True Spirit Energy in ordinary cypress trees is minimal; to be effective, it must be aided by the Oil Pot.
The high-temperature Oil Pot itself is also a powerful tool against ghosts. After scattering dried Cypress Leaves, the intense burning forces the True Spirit Energy out and gathers it together; this is a "refining" process that significantly increases its concentration.
But this alone is not enough. The "Hah" sound emitted by Ancient Sorcerer, though simple, is a spell that can activate the True Spirit Energy within the flames. This is why the flames continue to rise higher and higher, reaching five to six meters into the air.
"What’s going on?"
Ancient Sorcerer stared intently at the flames before him, his expression growing increasingly serious. The witchcraft he was currently using was called Golden Silver Fire, which involved utilizing the True Spirit Energy from the Oil Pot and Cypress Leaves, along with incantations to ignite the Golden Silver Fire to expel Ghostly Energy.
Golden Silver Fire refers to flames that have a golden or silver hue; although the flames before him were burning high, they were still far from achieving that color!
If it did not reach a golden or silver hue, it could not completely expel Ghostly Energy—there were still several crows flying chaotically above the yard.
"It seems I need to be more forceful!"
With a determined bite of his teeth, Ancient Sorcerer lifted the basket with his right hand and dumped all the remaining Cypress Leaves inside onto the Oil Pot.
"Whoosh!"
The flames suddenly soared high.
"Ha ha ha~~~~"
As the flames reached their peak, the Ancient Sorcerer gathered his energy and exhaled, the veins on his thick neck bulging like enormous earthworms!
"Ha!"
"Ha!"
"Ha!"
...
The sounds grew increasingly urgent, finally resembling a rapid drumbeat.
The Ancient Sorcerer squinted, leaving only a narrow slit for his eyes. The flames before him grew larger, eventually revealing hues of gold and silver. Like a lotus flower, it rose to its highest point before exploding with a loud "boom," sending sparks flying and enveloping the entire Yard, including the Small Building.
"Quack quack quack!"
The last few crows in the sky above the Yard suddenly fell to the ground as if they had gone mad.
The Ancient Sorcerer let out a sigh of relief, stopping to wipe the sweat that had formed on his forehead.
"Ah, let's go check on Weeping Reed."
Casting the spell had drained a significant amount of energy from the Ancient Sorcerer, and at this moment, he just wanted to find a place to sit down.
"Dad, Grandma... what are you... what are you doing?"
Zhao Wei was startled and turned around to find his daughter, Zhao Weiru, standing at the door with a look of surprise on her face.
"This... this..."
Zhao Wei wanted to say something, but after a long moment of swallowing hard, he couldn't find the words.
"My dear granddaughter!"
Yang Ying was momentarily stunned, then suddenly shouted and jumped up from her chair, rushing towards Zhao Weiru.
"Wait a minute!"
The Ancient Sorcerer suddenly shouted and charged towards Zhao Weiru. When he reached her, he threw a powerful uppercut right into her stomach.
Zhao Weiru was a weak girl, while the Ancient Sorcerer was as strong as an ox. Wouldn't this punch take her life?
"What... what's going on? A ruthless attack on a flower?!"
Luo Tieniu was the first to react, but the Ancient Sorcerer's movements were too quick for him to stop.
"Bang!"
The Ancient Sorcerer's right hand struck Zhao Weiru's stomach with a loud thud, like a drum.
"Ah!"
Zhao Wei screamed and immediately rushed towards the Ancient Sorcerer. How could his daughter be beaten like that?
But just as he lifted his foot, his daughter squatted down and suddenly vomited, leaving everyone stunned and terrified. After a bout of dry heaving, she actually expelled a small black snake!
"Alright, now it's finally over."
Old Serpent and Black Crow were the two major characteristics of Ghostly Energy. After killing all the crows, the reason the Ancient Sorcerer did not dare to say that Zhao Weiru was cured was that he had not found Old Serpent. As soon as Zhao Weiru appeared, he immediately saw a black shadow moving within her body, which is why he punched her in the stomach, successfully forcing Zhao Weiru to spit out the snake.
He reached out and then flicked his wrist, throwing the Black Snake that Zhao Weiru had vomited into the Oil Pot.
"Wah... Gua... Hoo..."
A series of sharp, strange sounds erupted as the black snake struggled on the surface of the oil before finally dissipating into a wisp of green smoke.
Silence!
Everyone in the Yard, including Zhao Weiru, was staring at the Ancient Sorcerer. Everything that had happened had exceeded their understanding.
"Ancient Sorcerer, what exactly have you learned over these years?"
Looking at the Ancient Sorcerer, Feng Leyao gently clenched her right hand, which held a grain-sized camera that had recorded the entire process.
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