The Unremarkable Little Taoist Master - Chapter 136 - Ren Yue's Death

“No!” I shouted frantically.

Suddenly, I saw Ren Yue standing in front of me. I didn’t know when she had gotten there, but a red beam of light had pierced through her entire body, and she slumped down softly.

I went crazy, wanting to hold her, but she felt as insubstantial as air.

The vengeful spirit saw my frantic state and let out a chilling laugh.

In a fit of madness, I charged at the vengeful spirit, but it effortlessly sent me flying.

I spat out a mouthful of blood, and just as I was about to rush forward again, I felt a pair of hands tightly grip me from behind.

I turned around and saw the old daoist priest had quietly appeared behind me, a flicker of anger on his pale face.

He grabbed me without saying a word and pulled me behind him.

Fiercely, he glared at the vengeful spirit and coldly said, “Evil creature, how dare you act with such impudence? Even if it costs me my life, I will make you pay today.”

As the old daoist priest shouted, he stepped boldly forward.

With each step, he tossed out a talisman, and when he reached the vengeful spirit, a barrage of talismans shot towards it.

The old daoist priest slapped his palm against his chest, and blood erupted from his mouth, splattering onto the talisman.

After doing this, he staggered, nearly collapsing.

The vengeful spirit seemed to sense a tremendous threat, quickly dodging the talismans, but it was one step too late. The talismans transformed into a massive golden sword that struck the vengeful spirit forcefully.

The vengeful spirit was sent flying by the golden sword, its intense Blood Fiend Aura suddenly weakening significantly.

It let out a pained roar, cast a vicious glance at me and the old daoist priest, and then transformed into a cloud of crimson mist, vanishing from the spot.

Seeing that the vengeful spirit had fled, the old daoist priest could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

As I watched Ren Yue’s fading figure, tears streamed uncontrollably down my face.

The old daoist priest, seeing my state, felt a pang of compassion. Gritting his teeth, he struggled to rise and trembled his way over to me.

He swayed unsteadily as he reached my side and said weakly, “Stop crying.”

Hearing his words only fueled my anger. I erupted, shouting furiously at him.

“Are you here to help me or to harm me? Is this what you call helping me?”

The old daoist priest fell silent in response to my accusations, but the tremors in his body betrayed the turmoil within him.

I paid him no mind, lost in my own thoughts.

At that moment, one thought consumed me-I needed to get revenge. I had to avenge her.

After struggling with his emotions for what seemed like an eternity, the old daoist priest let out a slow, deep sigh.

He looked at me and said, “I know you’re hurting right now, but I didn’t expect things to turn out like this. However, I also didn’t expect a wandering soul to take a hit for you; otherwise, you might be a corpse by now.”

After he spoke, he bowed deeply to me.

I glanced at him coldly and replied, “I don’t need your apology.”

Tears blurred my vision as those words left my mouth.

Suddenly, the old daoist priest yelled at me, “You’re worthless. How could that girl protect you when you’re so weak? It would be better if you just died!”

His harsh words ignited my rage. I stepped forward and, gathering all my strength, punched him hard.

The old daoist priest stumbled, falling to the ground from my blow.

Furious after being struck, he got back up and swung a powerful punch at me in return.

We both grappled with each other for quite a while before finally releasing our grips.

Breathing heavily, we stared at each other, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me.

The old daoist priest coldly said, “Kid, I hope you can face everything like a man rather than like a coward.”

His words struck home, and I realized I was indeed acting like a turtle hiding in its shell.

When faced with such atrocities, it felt like I could only watch, utterly useless.

I looked seriously at the old daoist priest and suddenly knelt down, making a loud thud as I did.

The old daoist priest was taken aback by my sudden action, unsure why I had dropped to my knees.

I spoke earnestly, “Daoist priest, please take me as your disciple.”

After saying that, I bowed my head deeply twice.

Seeing my determination, the old daoist priest quickly stepped forward to pull me up.

But I remained kneeling. After a couple of unsuccessful attempts to lift me, he let out a helpless sigh.

He then spoke to me with a gentle tone, “It’s not that I don’t want to take you as a disciple; it’s just that my daoist cultivation is still humble, and I have little to teach you.”

Hearing his words plunged my heart into despair. If even he was unwilling to take me as a disciple, how could I ever seek revenge?

It seemed the old daoist priest sensed the turmoil within me.

He sighed again and told me, “I know your heart is overflowing with hatred, but hatred won’t solve any problems. My reluctance to guide you comes from my sense of inadequacy; I feel unworthy to be your master.”

Upon hearing his words, a spark of hope ignited within my heart.

I replied earnestly, “Daoist priest, as long as you teach me Daoism, I will do anything you ask.”

The old daoist priest’s expression shifted as he wrestled with something, seeming to contemplate my request.

After a long pause, he finally spoke, “Let me tell you a story.

Once, there was a child whose father was a Yin-Yang master. When he was young, he witnessed a fierce ghost kill everyone in his family.

He managed to escape because he was out at the time, but his heart was filled with hatred. He chose to practice daoism.

He knelt in front of the daoist temple for an entire month before he finally moved an old daoist priest, who took him in as a disciple and taught him daoism. In the end, he confronted the fierce ghost who had killed his family, only to discover he was not a match for it.

He never gave up on revenge, continuously battling this fierce ghost.

No one understood the pain in this child’s heart, nor did anyone grasp the pressure he carried.

I don’t want you to end up like me, living a lifetime in hatred. Do you understand?”

Hearing the old daoist priest’s words made me feel as if I had found someone to confide in.

He was just like me! Confused, I asked, “If you are the same as me, why do you stop me from getting revenge?”