Raising a Fox Spirit in My Home

Yan Fang hadn't expected Zheng Yuan to suddenly interfere recklessly. She immediately sneered and said, "Zheng Yuan, your powerful magical weapon is indeed useful, but do you think you can stop me?"

Saying this, Yan Fang suddenly took out a talisman. She poured Zhenqi from all over her body into it, which immediately burned. In an instant, it turned into a black shadow and rushed toward Ding Nan.

Zheng Yuan's facial expression changed. He knew that this was the Liujia Yin Spirit Fu. This black shadow had been formed from the Rancorous Soul. His magic treasure could be used to deal with living people, but it couldn't deal with such a Rancorous Soul.

His countenance changed. He turned his eyes and immediately shouted Yan Fang's name.

As soon as Zheng Yuan called Yan Fang's name, she immediately lost control of her whole body and fell to the ground again. She was shamed into anger and soon let out a sharp roar. The black shadow she sent out immediately rushed toward Ding Nan even more fiercely.

Ding Nan was so shocked that her eyes suddenly widened. Just as she was about to turn around and run away, she suddenly heard Zhou Qin shouting, "Ding Nan, do you want to die? Throw the immortal pen away quickly!"

Ding Nan was shocked. The long-term impact left by Zhou Qin on her heart made her subconsciously throw the immortal pen in her hand out of the field.

As soon as she threw it out, Yan Fang roared again. When the black shadow rushed to Ding Nan, it suddenly turned around and pounced on the immortal pen.

Ding Nan only felt a bone-chilling coldness passing in front of her, and all the hairs on her body stood up in an instant. She knew that she had just made a turn in front of the Gate of Hell. If it had not been for Zhou Qin's warning, she would have died!

But Ding Nan had no more time to think about it before she saw the situation on the field suddenly change again!

After the Immortal Pen was thrown by her, it happened to land in front of a Taoist priest of the Qingwei Sect, whose eyes lit up. He immediately reached out and picked up the Immortal Pen, then pinched his index fingers and slapped at the Liujia Yin Spirit Fu that Yan Fang had released. He shouted, "Thunder!"

With a loud boom, the thunder in his palm was suddenly released from his hand, turning the resentful ghost into a cloud of smoke.

However, he was just happy for a while, and someone behind him suddenly slapped him on the back, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood and the immortal pen in his hand to be dropped.

He turned his head and saw that it was a Taoist priest from the Jinshan Sect. He took the Immortal Pen in one hand and laughed wildly before he could withdraw his other hand. "The Immortal Pen! I got the Immortal Pen!"

But as soon as he finished his words, a flash of white light suddenly came, and the immortal pen suddenly fell to the ground.

The Taoist priest from Jinshan Sect raised his broken wrist and howled. A figure immediately swept past him and snatched away his broken hand and the immortal pen.

When the disciples of the Jinshan Sect saw this situation, they immediately scolded, "The Donghua Sect's beast dares to sneak up on us!" After saying that, they pounced on him. The disciples of the Donghua Sect did not show any weakness and immediately pulled out their swords to fight with them.

In just a few moments, the young cultivators from various sects on the upper floor had become engaged in a huge battle!

At this time, Ding Nan and Yan Fang were stunned. They hadn't expected the cultivators of each sect to be so difficult to deal with. Many of them had already recovered, but they had been waiting patiently for this situation. Then they suddenly burst out and wanted to be the fisherman who would get the final catch!

The crowd on the spot was in disarray. For a moment, the quiet, elegant building became full of sword radiance, sword shadows, and murderous aura. The cultivators of all sects, who had been calm before, looked ferocious now, and their eyes were red!

Just when everyone present was fighting with each other, Yan Fang laughed and said, "Ridiculous, it's really ridiculous! This group of people is usually full of the faces of Mr. Tao, but now they have quarreled with each other one by one. It's so ridiculous!"

Saying this, she rushed into the crowd as fast as lightning.

Most of these fighting cultivators were young people whose cultivation was low, but they recovered quickly. Some advanced cultivators, who forced themselves to attack, were weaker than Yan Fang, while others were barely forcing themselves to control Qi and their cultivation was greatly reduced, so how could they compete with Yan Fang?

For a moment, Yan Fang was like a fierce tiger amongst a herd of sheep, beating everyone.

Everyone cursed her, but there was nothing they could do about her. They could only watch helplessly as she snatched the Immortal Pen back.

However, as soon as she got the immortal pen, before she could feel proud and use it, she heard Zheng Yuan shouting her name, "Yan Fang!"

Yan Fang immediately fell to the ground again with a thud, and the immortal pen also fell to the ground. In the blink of an eye, it was snatched away by Zheng Yuan.

The cultivators, who had just suffered greatly from Yan Fang, all laughed wildly when they saw her fall into such a sorry state. Some of them even added insult to injury while she was down, wanting to go over and make up for it.

Yan Fang was extremely angry. She got up and knocked the people who were close to her to the ground, then glared at Zheng Yuan with extremely ferocious eyes and said, "You old b*stard, are you tired of living? Be careful that I don't burn your Mount Wuhua down!"

Zheng Yuan's heart skipped a beat. He knew that Yan Fang was a hot-tempered person. Once they became enemies, it would definitely end badly. If she really did what she said, it would make it hard for him to sleep or eat.

Since ancient times, there had only been a thousand days for one to be a thief. How could there be a thousand days for one to guard against a thief?

Zheng Yuan's evil thoughts rose in his heart. He wanted to kill Yan Fang, but just as he was about to mobilize his Zhenqi, his breath suddenly became short and he couldn't breathe. A strange ruddy color crept over his face. His breathing became extremely rapid, and he coughed violently twice, then spat out some blood.

Yan Fang laughed and said, "You deserve it. You forced yourself to use Qi control, and now you're going to regret it! Die!" After saying that, she moved and was about to go forward.

But as soon as she finished speaking, she heard a young man shouting coldly, "Yan Fang, you can't even protect yourself now. You'd better take care of yourself!"

When Yan Fang heard the voice, she was shocked all over. She turned her head and saw Li Yunydong looking at her with a sneer on his face, slowly walking toward her step by step.

At this time, Yan Fang was almost scared out of her wits, and she was so regretful that her intestines almost turned green!

Yan Fang suddenly realized that Li Yundong had not fully recovered before. He had just stared at her and dispelled her killing intent, which had made her think that he had a chance to fight back. Therefore, she had had some concerns in her heart and hadn't dared to attack Li Yundong. But now he had completely recovered!

As this villain had recovered his Zhenqi, how could she fight them? She could only hate herself for not having a firm will and not decisively attacking him. Now, things had gotten tricky.

Yan Fan thought quickly and let out a scream of unwillingness. Soon, her face became extremely ferocious and horrible, and her black hair stood up all over her body. She said sharply, "Li Yundong, there is no end between us!"

After that, her Yang Spirit went out of her body in an instant, and her originally ferocious and sad face suddenly froze. Her body fell to the ground like a stone, and her Yang Spirit turned into a blue light and quickly shot out of the small building.

Li Yundong's eyes widened and he shouted, "Where are you running!" He immediately went out of his body with his Yang Spirit and chased after her with the burning thumb pot!

In this small building, Li Yundong, who had recovered the fastest, left with Yan Fang in a blink of an eye. For a moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on Zheng Yuan, who was holding the immortal pen. Before long, they shouted in unison and rushed at Zheng Yuan like crazy.

Zheng Yuan's face changed greatly. He gritted his teeth, pointed to the people at the front, and shouted their names.

Immediately, the bodies of these people shook violently. Zheng Yuan's powerful magical weapon was the apparition-taking soul. If he shouted the other party's name, the ghost in the Jade would instantly jump into their body to hook their soul.

If the other party's cultivation was profound and his Neidan was dense and condensed, the ghost would not be able to hook the other party's soul. It could only temporarily cause the other party's essence to pause, allowing the other party to suffer the effect of falling and losing the ability to resist.

If this person's foundation wasn't deep enough, then his three transcendent components and the seven material components of their human soul would immediately be lured out of them by the ghost. In the blink of an eye, he would be killed by Zheng Yuan's magical item!

After Zheng Yuan shouted the names of these people, they fell to the ground like wooden stakes. Their faces turned pale, and in the blink of an eye, they dropped dead.

Among the people who had fallen to the ground, a mass of colorful Qi was pulled out of their bodies by a mass of black Qi, and then rushed toward Zheng Yuan's Jade Ruyi. As soon as the Jade Ruyi lured back these people's three transcendent components and seven material, the black Qi around it immediately increased, as if it had swallowed the other party's three souls and seven spirits, and its power had increased greatly.

When everyone saw this, they were immediately shocked!

Someone pointed at Zheng Yuan in horror and scolded harshly, "Zheng Yuan, you actually refined such a sinister powerful magical weapon privately? Aren't you afraid of retribution?"

"Zheng Yuan, do you want to die? You actually used such a dirty magical weapon. Aren't you afraid of the Heavenly Strike?"

"You actually killed my fellow disciples. Zheng Yuan, the Jinshan Sect won't let you off!"

Zhou Qin looked at the Magic Treasure in Zheng Yuan's hand in horror. She said in fear, "What kind of magical weapon is this? Why is it so powerful? People died as soon as the name was called by Zheng Yuan?"

Zi Yuan was also shocked with a hint of fear in her eyes. She said, "Is this the Wuzhang Enchanting Jade? Wasn't this magical weapon destroyed in the Ming Dynasty Zhengde Period? How could it have been refined again?"

Su Chan looked at Zheng Yuan in horror, fearing that if she turned her head and called out her name, she would die. She said in a trembling voice, "How could there be such an evil magical weapon in the world? If it fell into evil people's hands and someone kept calling people's names to hook their souls within 50 feet, the magical weapon would become stronger and stronger. One day, the power of this weapon would exceed the power of the strongest person in the cultivation world. At that time, if anyone was called by someone holding the magical weapon, she or he would die! Who could stand up to this?"

Ruan Hongling also looked at Zheng Yuan with a pale face. "Fortunately, Zheng Yuan was poisoned by the Immortal Fall at this time. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable! If he was not poisoned, I'm afraid that even if Celestial Master Zhang Tianshī of the Zhengyi School came, he would not dare to confront Zheng Yuan face to face. He could only retreat and run away! This magical weapon was known to be invincible within 50 feet in the period of Zheng De! I thought it was bragging, I never imagined it to be so horrible now!"

The girls were shocked by Zheng Yuan's magical weapon, and so were the cultivators of other sects. Even Zhang Ling, who had always been hot-tempered and jealous of evil, suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Zheng Yuan with horror and anger. She dared not speak, fearing that Zheng Yuan would shout her name in rage!

Zheng Yuan saw that everyone was glaring at him. Most of them were angry but dared not speak. No one dared to go forward.

Zheng Yuan laughed wildly. He waved his sleeves, grabbed the immortal pen with one hand, and quickly rushed over to Ding Nan. He shouted, "Let's go!" Then he turned into a mass of black smoke and left the small building in the blink of an eye.

Zheng Yuan was taking Ding Nan away, but no one dared to chase him. After flying for a long time, he finally returned to his own cave in Mount Wuhua. As soon as he landed on the ground, he knelt down and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Ding Nan was shocked and hurriedly asked, "Master, are you okay?"

Zheng Yuan's face was as white as a piece of paper. He laughed bitterly, raised his trembling hand, and said to Ding Nan, "Come on, get the Nine Revolutions Rejuvenating Pill. It's in the No. 7 purple bottle in the third row of the closet!" After that, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

Ding Nan knew that this was the result of Zheng Yuan's forceful Qi control before. She immediately got up and hurriedly found the pill. But when she walked back to Zheng Yuan's side, she saw the white hair and ruddy complexion of an old man lying on the ground and spitting out blood. His back was turned to her, defenseless. Ding Nan's heart suddenly jumped, and a bold idea suddenly came to her.

"Now he has the Immortal Pen, the Wuzhang Enchanting Jade, and I also have the Threaded Hairpin of Soul Traversal!"

"As long as I kill this lecherous old man, with these three magical weapons in my hands, I will be invincible. Will Li Yundong still look down on me then?"

Thinking of this, Ding Nan's heart suddenly beat violently!