Ghost Catching System

Chu Hao’s sudden intrusion, coupled with his swift movements, startled everyone present.

Qiu Yun’er, excited, shouted, ”Brother Chu Hao.”

Only to hear the square-faced Taoist priest slam his hand on the chair and scoff, ”Even Inborn Experts shall not run wild in the Tai Ding Taoist Temple! Seize him!”

Upon hearing this, the other Taoist priests stepped forward, some brandishing talismans, others swords, or dust whisks, their faces cold as ice.

Chu Hao paid them no mind. With a wave of his hand, the Ritian Stick appeared, and he stomped it heavily on the ground. The ground trembled slightly as he declared, ”Those who seek death, come at me.”

Chu Hao’s aura was in no way diminished.

”Young man, Mount Taiding is no place for your reckless antics,” an old Daoist priest, holding a whisk, flicked it towards Chu Hao.

The whisk actually extended, resembling a flow of white hair, coiling towards Chu Hao.

Taoist Qimen Dunjia.

Indeed, many methods used in the secular world to capture demons and ghosts evolved from Qimen Dunjia. It was no surprise, then, that Mount Taiding, being a bastion of Taoism, had an old man proficient in this art.

Chu Hao lifted the Ritian Stick and thrust it forward.

The dust whisk tangled with the Ritian Stick, preventing it from moving. The old Taoist priest smirked.

Chu Hao shouted, ”Grow!”

The Ritian Stick elongated, striking the old man’s chest like a bullet.

The elderly man stumbled back, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He pointed at Chu Hao, exclaiming in shock, ”An... an artifact!”

Hearing the word ”artifact,” all the Taoist priests were shaken. Their gazes shifted towards the Ritian Stick, some with fear, others with eyes burning with greed.

The square-faced Taoist priest, seemingly a high-ranking member of Mount Taiding, stood up in anger and demanded, ”Who are you?”

Chu Hao looked him directly in the eye and said coldly, ”Yun’er’s brother.”

Chu Hao spoke with conviction, making it clear that anyone who dared to touch his sister would face death.

Qiu Yun’er was touched. She didn’t want to be a burden to Chu Hao, yet every time, it was Chu Hao who stood up to help her and her master.

Qiu Yun’er cried out, ”Brother Chu Hao, Master, she... she!” her voice choked with sobs.

Chu Hao walked straight over. The two Taoist priests holding Yun’er were so frightened that they let go and retreated. He went to Yun’er and draped his coat over her, saying, ”Even if the sky falls, you have your brother here.”

Yun’er burst into tears in Chu Hao’s arms.

Seeing this made Chu Hao even angrier. ”Daring to bully Yun’er, you bunch of clueless old fools!” he spat.

The group of Taoist priests looked chagrined, yet they were also intimidated by Chu Hao’s strength.

The square-faced Taoist priest shouted, ”Audacious! Seize him!”

The Taoist priests made their moves. Chu Hao retorted, ”Mount Taiding bullying my people? You’re the audacious ones!”

Chu Hao took the initiative and roared, ”Enlarge!”

The Ritian Stick grew immensely. He wielded the Golden Iron Rod, sweeping it horizontally.

The Taoist priests were stunned. What sort of artifact is this, capable of growing larger and sweeping across them?

All the Taoist priests activated their Inner Strength, and a few even channeled their True Qi. Chu Hao distinctly felt that they too were at the Qi Building Level!

BANG!

The Taoist priests joined forces, stopping the Ritian Stick from advancing further. The sweeping force was easily over a thousand jin. These Taoist priests were not simple.

Suddenly, a Daoist priest appeared to Chu Hao’s left, thrusting a long sword directly at him.

Chu Hao’s reaction was swift; the Night Demon Blade materialized, and blade clashed with sword.

CLANG! Sparks flew. Chu Hao keenly felt that the strength of the sword-wielding Taoist priest was surprisingly on par with his own.

Are these the Taoist priests of Mount Taiding? They’re far too formidable. And here I, Brother Hao, struggled so much just to reach the Foundation Building stage!

In fact, Chu Hao didn’t know that the priests present were among the most senior and powerful on Mount Taiding.

They stood stock-still, utterly aghast. They had cultivated on Mount Taiding for decades to achieve the Qi Building Level, yet this young man, brimming with vitality, was no weaker than they. It felt as if all their years of cultivation had been for naught.

This was especially true for the sword-wielding Daoist. He had cultivated for eighty years. Though he appeared middle-aged, he was actually eighty-six years old; it was only because he was one of the Inborn Experts that he maintained such a youthful appearance.

”Mount Taiding actually has a group of people like you,” Chu Hao said in surprise.

The sword-wielding Taoist priest coldly replied, ”Shouldn’t we be the ones to say that? Despite your young age, you possess remarkable abilities.”

Chu Hao sneered and activated the Night Demon Blade’s skill.

”DING... Host has spent ten thousand Mana Points to use the skill Night Demon Person.”

A terrifying blade aura caused the air in the Taoist temple’s hall to thrum. Behind Chu Hao, an imposing illusion of the Night Demon Person appeared. With a single slash, the sword-wielding Taoist priest was forced back three to five meters, a look of surprise on his face.

”Kill!” The sword-wielding Taoist priest attacked, his sword strike as fast as a bullet.

Chu Hao dared not be careless; this sword-wielding Taoist priest was extremely formidable. The Night Demon Person erupted with a slash, and Chu Hao even channeled his True Qi.

CLANG!

The collision of blade and sword sent out shockwaves of differing energies, making it hard for those nearby to remain standing.

An old Daoist Priest staggered back, exclaiming, ”He... He’s actually holding his own against Uncle Master Wu Jian!”

”Uncle Master Wu Jian’s comprehension of Taoist swordsmanship is sublime. He hasn’t taken action for many years, having spent a decade perfecting his blade. And now he can only manage a draw against this young man?”

It was evident that in the eyes of these Taoist priests, Wu Jian held a high position and was among the most powerful.

Chu Hao and Daoist Wu Jian exchanged blows, their movements a blur of flashing steel, each strike lethal.

Chu Hao’s heart was shaken. Daoist Wu Jian was exceedingly powerful. Even using both the Night Demon Person state and True Qi, Chu Hao could only manage a stalemate.

Then, Daoist Wu Jian spoke coldly, ”With merely this level of strength, you dared to act presumptuously on Mount Taiding.”

Upon hearing this, the others sighed in relief. It seemed Wu Jian was merely testing Chu Hao, not that he was no match for him.

The old Daoist priest who had spoken earlier breathed a sigh of relief and said, ”Wu Jian is one of the strongest on Mount Taiding; how could he possibly lose to this greenhorn?”

This is a tough one, Chu Hao thought. But I’ve already made my show of bravado; wouldn’t it be a huge loss of face to back down now?

Suddenly, Wu Jian intensified his attack. His swordsmanship became faster, a confusing flurry of shadowy strikes that forced Chu Hao to retreat continuously, his hands aching.

As Chu Hao retreated, he said seriously, ”To think you could force a Taoist Master like me to use one-tenth of my strength.”

One-tenth of his strength? He’s definitely bluffing, Wu Jian thought.

Wu Jian sneered and said, ”Then show your true strength. It has been thirty years since I, Wu Jian, last encountered a true opponent.”

Chu Hao was also angered. ”You’ll regret this!”

”No regrets,” Wu Jian replied, his fighting spirit blazing. This man was known on Mount Taiding as the Sword Maniac, and he desperately craved an opponent who could defeat him.

Chu Hao felt a sense of helplessness; he couldn’t bluff this opponent. It seemed he was truly facing a master. Without showing some real skill, it would indeed be impossible to leave Mount Taiding.

Suddenly, an angry shout echoed from behind, ”You dare!”

Chu Hao turned to see that the square-faced Daoist priest had, at some point, made a move on Liang Qian and Yun’er. The Daoist priest’s strength was formidable. Liang Qian was no match for him and was injured by a single palm strike before he seized her.

”Master!” Liang Qian cried out, her voice full of apology.