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Chapter 133: A Copper Coin
Seeing the weasel rush into the room, I was unable to move. Cao Qilong, however, threw caution to the wind, pulled out a copper coin sword from my bundle, and charged forward.
Liu Aunt and A-Lang were already so scared that they were frozen in place. Especially Liu Aunt, who at that moment pulled out a string of copper coins from somewhere and knelt on the Ground, banging her head repeatedly as she anxiously pleaded, "Great Master Huang, please save us! It was my son who acted foolishly and threw you out of our home. I beg you, with your great mercy, come back and save my Liu family! If you must blame someone, blame me, this Old Woman. I failed to educate my son properly, which led to this disrespectful act. We will never dare to do so again! Wuwu..."
Clearly, Liu Aunt had secretly retrieved the string of copper coins she had once offered after throwing A-Lang out of the house. In her despair, she was now pleading for the Guardian Spirit to return and save them.
Meanwhile, as Cao Qilong charged close to the weasel, it kicked him away effortlessly, sending him crashing beside me. Just as he was about to get up and fight again, I quickly called out to him, pointing at the yellow bundle in the corner and telling him to use a talisman.
At that moment, I realized that when dealing with such creatures without the aid of paper objects, Cao Qilong was no better than me. So I instructed him to find a talisman in my bundle to deal with the weasel.
Cao Qilong nodded, rolled over from the Ground, ran to my bundle at his feet, took out a talisman, and with a flick of his fingers, the talisman shot toward the weasel as if it had eyes of its own.
It seemed that his control over paper magic was quite impressive; with just a gesture, the yellow talisman obeyed his command.
When the talisman hit the weasel, I hurriedly shouted, "Urgent Order!"
However, the talisman had no effect at all; after hitting the weasel, it fell to the Ground like a leaf drifting down.
Seeing that my talisman had no effect, Cao Qilong looked at me with a puzzled expression. I could only smile wryly. To be honest, this was the first time I had encountered such a situation where a talisman failed; I had no idea why. However, the effectiveness of a talisman is directly related to the caster's mental strength. Perhaps it was because I was severely injured and anxious at that moment that my mental focus was insufficient?
The weasel saw that we posed no threat to it and couldn't help but sneer arrogantly. It wasn't in a hurry anymore and slowly walked toward us as if it regarded us as lambs ready for slaughter.
Feeling anxious, Cao Qilong reached into my bundle again for more talismans. This time he grabbed a large handful; there were all kinds of talismans among them—at least twenty or thirty in total—and he hurled them all at the sneering weasel.
The weasel didn't even bother dodging; perhaps it thought these talismans posed no threat to it and regarded them as nothing more than scraps of paper.
Because the talisman I threw out last time failed, this time I directly bit my tongue to concentrate my mental power, then loudly commanded: “Urgent Order! Urgent Order!…”
I recited it more than ten times, and just as the talisman hit the weasel, a series of loud explosions erupted, and the talismans unleashed tremendous power, sending the weasel flying!
It should be noted that there were two or three dozen talismans, many of which were powerful Ghost-Slaying and Suppressing Evil talismans. Although Earth Immortal is not a ghost, these talismans represent the might of righteousness. To put it simply, Earth Immortal still belongs to Evil Spirit. As long as the momentum surpasses that of the opponent, it can severely injure them. Clearly, the power of two or three dozen talismans is not small; if he were not an Earth Immortal but a ghost instead, he might have been completely obliterated by the righteous Yang energy.
The weasel did not expect such great power from the talismans and was overly complacent, so it took a heavy blow and was definitely injured.
Seeing this, Cao Qilong began to laugh. Observing the great power of the talismans, he pulled out several more from his bag and hurled them at the weasel that had been knocked back. I hurriedly recited Urgent Order again.
The weasel, heavily injured and just getting up from the Ground, was struck again by several talismans, which sent it flying out of the house.
Having succeeded twice in a row, Cao Qilong was now excited and laughed heartily as he chased after it with his bag. He kept throwing talismans at the weasel while I continued to chant commands.
However, after reciting several times without hearing any explosions from outside, I found it strange. Just then, Cao Qilong, who had rushed out laughing excitedly, came running back in terror.
When he saw me looking at him, he cursed loudly: “Damn it, I’m out of talismans!”
Hearing this, I almost spat out blood. I thought to myself that if you’re out of talismans and still rush in there, having a smart teammate is really important.
I rolled my eyes and thought this time we were done for; I had no other options left. Right now, I couldn’t even move much less draw any talismans.
At that moment, the weasel charged back in. However, this time it no longer had the demeanor of an Earth Immortal; it looked more like an Old Beggar, as its robes had been burned to tatters by the talismans. Its chest and legs were covered in holes; if the previous talisman had hit its back, its backside might have been exposed by now.
The weasel was now completely enraged by us. It roared “Die!” and once again used its stone-moving technique, causing five or six large stones to fly towards us.
These stones were much larger than before; each weighed over a thousand pounds. Not only would being hit by them be fatal, but even being slowly crushed under them would surely mean death—if things got bad enough, we might even end up losing control of our bowels. It seemed that this time the weasel was truly intent on taking our lives.
Seeing this, I quickly shouted for Cao Qilong to dodge. However, when he saw the stones coming at us, instead of running away quickly as I instructed, he lunged toward me and directly used his body to shield me—clearly intending to act as my meat shield.
Seeing his actions, I was not only moved but also infuriated. I mean, it's not like the things flying at us were arrows; they were massive stones weighing over a thousand pounds. What good does it do for him to use his body as a meat shield? When the stones come crashing down, wouldn't both of us end up in a terrible situation?
I knew it was impossible to dissuade this brainless Cao Qilong at that moment, and it was too late to persuade him anyway because those giant stones were already hurtling toward us.
I closed my eyes, filled with despair. If I were to die, so be it; but I felt sorry for dragging this foolish child, Cao Qilong, down with me.
Just as we awaited death, a sudden gust of wind arose, followed by several even larger stones flying out to meet the incoming ones. Then came a series of explosive sounds that shook the house to its core, and the debris from the collision scattered everywhere. The entire room was engulfed in thick dust, making it impossible to see anything.
We were completely stunned. Although we didn't understand why those large stones had suddenly appeared, we knew we were still alive—someone had saved us. But who could it be?
I wanted to see who had come to our aid, but the dust filled the room, obscuring everything from view. All I could hear was the sound of fighting amidst the swirling dust.
The noise of the battle was deafening, like thunder shaking the earth. I could feel tiles from the roof falling down and hitting us.
The fighting raged from inside the house to outside and back again until a scream pierced through the chaos, signaling that the fighting had finally stopped.
Slowly, as the dust settled, we opened our eyes and surveyed the room. It was no longer a place where people could live; there were holes all over the roof, and the ground was in disarray—tiles, rubble, and wood shavings littered everywhere. At the doorway stood a figure—a man in a long white robe!
This person had a sharp face with silver hair and a long white beard. Clearly, he was a weasel. However, this weasel was not the same one that had previously tried to take our lives; he appeared older and less sinister than before. He exuded an aura of ethereal grace.
Seeing this, I immediately realized that it was this weasel who had saved us!
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