After Swapping Lives, the Metaphysics Side Character Became the Wealthy Family's Beloved - Chapter 119

“You dare?! A mere junior exorcist can do nothing to me. The two of you are overflowing with virtuous merit—perfect to replenish my strength.”

His gaze at Li Qiao and He Jingnian was ravenous with greed.

On the bed, Sun Ying suddenly widened her eyes. “You… you’re the Li family’s ancestor, Li Chunsong! Youwei is your descendant! How could you kill her and imprison her soul?!”

Sun Ying’s resentment burned fiercely.

Exposed, Li Chunsong replied coldly, “As my descendant, it was her honor to sacrifice her life for her ancestor. Without me, where would the Li family’s wealth and status come from?”

“You… you—” Sun Ying choked on her fury and collapsed unconscious onto the bed.

What followed was a battle of magic between Li Qiao and Li Chunsong.

“Li Qiao, be careful.”

“Stay here and don’t move,” He Jingnian warned.

An exorcist against a century-old malevolent ghost—who would prevail?

Though He Jingnian was no exorcist, he could clearly sense that Li Chunsong was unlike any ghost they had encountered before.

Immediately, he sent a message to Taoist Master Qingxu.

Just as Qingxu was preparing for bed, he bolted from his room upon reading the message.

“Master, where are you going?”

“Ghost hunting!”

As Qingxu raced down the mountain, a blinding flash lit up the distance. One after another, bolts of lightning struck the same spot relentlessly, as if the apocalypse had arrived.

The unending thunderclaps alarmed every practitioner in the mystical arts community.

White Crane Temple.

“Master… one hundred and eight bolts of heavenly thunder…”

Had a supreme master emerged in the mystical arts world?

One hundred and eight bolts of thunder—just which righteous practitioner was delivering divine retribution?

This person would undoubtedly become the hope of the mystical arts world.

The White Crane Temple’s leader was overcome with excitement. He had to descend the mountain and find this prodigy—preferably recruiting them for the temple!

The one hundred and eight thunderbolts drew countless Taoist masters from their seclusion.

Meanwhile, at the Li residence.

Li Qiao stood firm against the wind, her peachwood sword in hand, her expression icy as she stared at the smoking, blackened figure of Li Chunsong.

Yet when he twitched, her eyes hardened. One hundred and eight thunderbolts, and his soul still hadn’t shattered…

Something was wrong.

Li Chunsong grinned sinisterly, his laughter piercing the night like a nightmare.

Suddenly, two ancient swords shot toward her. Li Qiao dodged, but the swords were already in Li Chunsong’s grasp.

“Ganjiang and Moye—legendary swords of antiquity.” How had a ghost subdued them?

Li Qiao studied the trembling blades in his hands.

He hadn’t fully tamed them yet.

Her gaze turned frosty. “Li Chunsong, your hands are stained with countless lives.”

“So what? I am the master of Ganjiang and Moye! A few heavenly thunderbolts mean nothing!”

In his eyes, Li Qiao would die by his sword today.

“Li Qiao, what’s going on? Are those really Ganjiang and Moye? Why would they obey a ghost?” Xu Tong was baffled.

“Li Chunsong sacrificed many lives to these swords. Bathed in blood over time, their righteous energy was eroded.”

She thought of Ming Jing and Chen Wanruo.

Had those two been meant as sacrifices…

Ganjiang and Moye would have fully submitted to Li Chunsong.

This had been his plan all along.

Xu Tong was stunned by the revelation, while He Jingnian remained vigilant against Li Chunsong.

“Who are you, really? How do you know so much?” Li Chunsong scrutinized Li Qiao. Anyone capable of summoning one hundred and eight thunderbolts was no ordinary exorcist.