Naturally fearful of fire, the Jorogumo let out a sharp shriek and retreated frantically.0

Lin Yuanmiao’s cultivation had fallen, leaving his strength far from what it once was, yet his skill and insight remained intact. He was like an aged master boxer whose body was no longer at its peak and whose blood qi was waning, but whose experience and precision were sharper than ever. Thus, Lin Yuanmiao could not be compared to an ordinary Wuliang-stage Heavenly Being. With a mere flick of his finger, the fire moved at his command, relentlessly pursuing the Jorogumo.0

Little Yin peeked out from behind Lin Yuanmiao and saw that the Jorogumo was no match for the old man, so she boldly stepped out and snorted. “Hmph! How dare you be so arrogant, wild demon? The Daoist Order was founded on capturing ghosts and subduing demons like you!”0

Expressionless, Lin Yuanmiao shifted his hand seal, and the flames transformed into countless fiery cranes. They swooped in from all directions, leaving the Jorogumo with nowhere to escape.0

Taking advantage of Lin Yuanmiao’s battle with the Jorogumo, Little Yin approached the door that lay flat upon the ground. Even through...0