I, the transmigrated villain, please wait, gentle master.

Chapter 16 The Evil Arts of the Taiji Hall, the Yin-Yang Curse

"You wicked scoundrel who bullies men and women and monopolizes the market!"

Wang Wu refused to believe it and cursed, "Listen up, it's your grandpa here to teach your grandson a lesson! You little bastard, why don't you take a good look at yourself? What makes you think you can take advantage of the chaos with just a rolling pin?!"

"Are you not convinced?"

The shop owner sneered, "A cultivator without any magical power, and you still dare to be disobedient?"

Wang Wu said arrogantly, "My cultivation is all the result of real hard work. How could it be gone just because you say so? I'm not like those cowards who are scared out of their wits by you. If you have the guts, come and try me. I'll make you burn yourself while playing with fire!"

The shop owner was not one to be trifled with. He raised the rolling pin and swung it hard, causing flames to suddenly erupt from the top.

He directly rewarded Wang Wu with a large fireball.

Li Tingyun raised an eyebrow at the scene, thinking to himself, "Did this guy learn his moves from Voldemort?"

If you shouted "Avada Kedavra, the giant melon!" it would be even more like it.

The fireball hurtled toward Wang Wu, who calmly produced a talisman from his sleeve.

"Here comes the water!"

Unexpectedly, the water didn't come.

Wang Wu's confident smile suddenly froze.

The water hasn't come?!

Given his cultivation level, it's impossible that he would make such a basic mistake as the talisman malfunctioning unexpectedly.

Cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

Could it be that he was going to lose face and his life in front of a cook who spouted nonsense?

The shop owner let out a wicked "hehehe" laugh.

Wang Wu watched helplessly as the fireball hurtled straight toward his head. The spherical flames burning in his pupils grew larger and larger, and the scorching heat wave that rushed toward him burned off half of his beard.

But all that was burned off was his beard.

Now it was the shop owner's turn to be completely dumbfounded.

Are there any experts?

He glared at Mei Shiyu, who sat calmly at the table and chair in the corner.

He recalled the man's earlier act of smashing the stone tablet with a chopstick, which deepened his suspicions.

It's not difficult to shatter an inanimate object with a single strike. Eight out of ten cultivators could do it. The other two just couldn't aim properly. Even skilled martial artists in the human world could easily accomplish this.

What truly made him hesitate was the vague sense that this person could control his true energy with ease, reaching a level of unparalleled mastery, making it difficult to discern the depth of his cultivation from the fluctuations in his aura.

If it really was him who helped...

The shop owner stared intently at Mei Shiyu. Impossible, absolutely impossible!

He grinned; within this barrier, no one could break the magical restriction.

In an attempt to save face, he raised the rolling pin again and hurled a fireball at Wang Wu.

Cold sweat dripped from Wang Wu's temples. The Foshan Shadowless Hand had tried three different talismans, but none of them worked!

Fortunately, the fireball didn't even touch his beard and was extinguished midway.

He was given a second chance at life.

The shop owner glared at Wang Wu, eager to confirm that the magical restrictions in the barrier were working properly. The third time, instead of venting his anger on Wang Wu, he knocked down and burned the tables and chairs in the shop one after another.

Wang Wu also took the opportunity to try circulating his true qi again, but to no avail; his dantian remained stagnant.

Within this barrier, others indeed have no way to use magic...

He finally believed it.

Then he slowly turned around and looked at Mei Shiyu behind him.

But this person was able to save himself.

Li Tingyun also glanced in the direction where Mei Shiyu was.

This glance was significant. The woman who had been kneeling at Wang Wu's feet begging for help earlier had moved closer to Mei Shiyu, grabbed his clothes, and raised her captivating fox-like eyes.

Their eyes met as Mei Shiyu looked down at him.

Li Tingyun unconsciously clenched his fist as he rested his chin on his hand, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

He transmitted his voice from afar: "Master!"

Mei Shiyu subtly avoided the fox demon's touch. Hearing his disciple's voice, he looked up at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Li Tingyun jumped off the stool and plopped down next to Mei Shiyu.

With a forced smile, he pointed to the seat opposite him and said kindly to the fox demon, "You can sit there."

The little girl stared at him for a few seconds, then reluctantly transformed back into her original form and jumped onto the roof beam to hide.

Mei Shiyu: "...???"

Did something happen between them just now that he doesn't know about?

On the other side, Wang Wu and the shop owner were locked in a standoff, and the tense atmosphere inside the shop had not yet dissipated.

Wang Wu retreated step by step to Mei Shiyu's side and asked, "Brother Zhang San, aren't you going to explain what's going on?"

At the same time, the shop owner also came to his senses, stared straight at Mei Shiyu, and pointed the rolling pin at him.

"So, it was you who was behind this!"

"What a ridiculous 'thief crying 'stop thief!'"

Li Tingyun retorted before his master, coldly saying, "Isn't it you who's really behind this?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's attention was focused on this inconspicuous corner.

Li Tingyun's words touched the hearts of many cultivators present.

Everyone had long harbored suspicions, but they were too afraid to use their magic and dared not resist rashly. When someone stood up to speak, they all began to express their opinions.

"This...what on earth is going on?"

"It must be that thieving shopkeeper playing a trick on us, making us temporarily lose our magic power to trick us into giving him spirit stones!"

"Have you two figured out the secret of this thieving inn? Why don't you tell us and clear things up for everyone?"

"..."

"It's evil magic."

Li Tingyun said casually, "The shopkeeper used a kind of evil magic to render everyone here powerless."

"What kind of evil magic could be so effective?!"

Wang Wu's eyes widened in disbelief. "How come I've never heard of this before? How could it possibly exist..."

"The evil arts of the Taiji Hall, the Yin-Yang Curse."

Mei Shiyu stood up, interrupting his questioning.

"The Taiji Hall Master's unique spell causes the Yin and Yang in the body of the person under the spell to become imbalanced, and the flow of spiritual power in the dantian is blocked, so they naturally cannot release their magic power."

He walked step by step toward the shop owner, whose face was gloomy, his expression becoming increasingly serious.

"Are you from the Taiji Palace?"

The shop owner didn't say a word, only gave a cold snort.

"Taiji Hall?!"

Wang Wu couldn't help but gasp.

These three words carry considerable weight; when spoken by someone, they feel like a heavy blow to the face.

The hammer blows are so powerful they make people see stars and feel dizzy.

Without needing to ponder it closely, one could tell that something terrible had happened, and the situation was extremely dire.

He wasn't the only one in the shop whose face was ashen and pale as if he'd seen a ghost. Anyone even remotely connected to cultivation knew the infamous oddball in the cultivation world: the Master of Taiji Palace.

In this world, some people cultivate immortality, some cultivate demonic cultivation, and he cultivates both immortality and demonic cultivation.

Some cultivators can only form their core at the age of three hundred, while others can only enter a higher realm at the age of five hundred.

In less than two hundred years, he had already begun to grasp the pinnacle of both the immortal and demonic paths.

If a cultivator wants to ascend to immortality, they must undergo heavenly tribulations; if a cultivator wants to become a demon, they must also overcome demonic tribulations. As for those who cultivate both immortality and demonic paths, no one knows how to proceed on this path or how many destined calamities await them ahead.

Because there has never been such a precedent throughout history.

He is the first.

The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the new people in the world drive out the old ones.

Even the Dao Xuan Sect Master, other immortal sect leaders, or powerful figures like the Fengdu Emperor and the Ten Kings of Hell, all of whom were at least twice his age, regarded him as a threat.

Yes, he was a threat, not even needing to use the polite phrase "a promising young man".

His very existence is a blatant threat.