Ye Bufan's spiritual power covered the entire small forest, and he quickly located the opponent's position.
Sensing Ye Bufan's lock, the opponent frantically ran deeper into the woods. Seeing this, Ye Bufan clearly felt that the opponent was prepared. After careful consideration, Ye Bufan decided to follow and investigate.
In an instant, Ye Bufan caught up to the ghost cultivator Onmyoji and restrained him with his spiritual power.
The Onmyoji was slightly stunned to see Ye Bufan appear so quickly.
"Where are you planning to lead me?" Ye Bufan asked.
The Onmyoji's sinister eyes burned with hatred, as if he wanted to devour Ye Bufan, but he did not answer.
Ye Bufan smiled slightly and said, "Then let me guess. First possibility, you've found some helpers and plan to practice fighting me. Second, you've set up traps or formations to deal with me."
Hearing Ye Bufan's words, the Onmyoji's expression finally showed a reaction.
"Baga! Stupid Great Xia person, you've ruined my plan, I will kill you." The Onmyoji's shrill voice was piercing and made Ye Bufan very uncomfortable.
"Plan? What plan?" Ye Bufan looked at the Onmyoji, secretly activating the Illusionary Sound Demonic Eye technique.
The Onmyoji glared at Ye Bufan in anger, falling right into Ye Bufan's trap. However, this time, he quickly broke free from the Illusionary Sound Demonic Eye.
"Hmph! Want to try the same trick again? No way." The Onmyoji suddenly produced a vajra scepter-shaped object, which flew out from his body towards Ye Bufan's head.
In that instant, Ye Bufan smelled danger, and his entire soul trembled.
"Spiritual artifact!" Ye Bufan leaped into the air. According to Lin Xiaoyao, spiritual artifacts were extremely rare, both in Lin Xiaoyao's world and in Ye Bufan's world.
The Onmyoji seized this opportunity to put away the vajra scepter and fled deeper into the small forest.
Ye Bufan looked at the Onmyoji's vajra scepter. Just having it out had made Ye Bufan feel danger, meaning it was at least an Earth-grade spiritual artifact.
"Bring it here!" Golden light flashed in Ye Bufan's eyes, and he summoned the broken sword from his spatial jade pendant.
"Rise!"
The broken sword floated in the air, and Ye Bufan rode it, pursuing the Onmyoji.
"I wonder if the broken sword can handle that vajra scepter," Ye Bufan felt a hint of anticipation in his heart.
"Lock on!" Ye Bufan spread his spiritual power over a wide area and quickly found the Onmyoji's trail.
Beyond the small forest was a deep mountain. The Onmyoji finally stopped under a giant banyan tree. Ye Bufan watched from afar, searching the surrounding hidden spots and found no other helpers. Thus, there was only the second possibility: a trap or a formation.
Ye Bufan rode his sword to the Onmyoji's front, not daring to land easily, while his spiritual power continued to probe the surroundings.
"Something's wrong." Ye Bufan spent a long time without detecting whether the Onmyoji had set any traps.
"Great Xia person, aren't you very arrogant? Then come over if you have the ability." The Onmyoji smiled sinisterly, a hint of excitement on his face.
Seeing this, Ye Bufan rode his sword closer to the Onmyoji. The latter was still in his black robe, and the sinister aura emanating from him was much stronger than the day before.
After stopping, Ye Bufan did not descend to the ground immediately but continued to hover in the air on his sword.
"What? Scared?" The Onmyoji sneered, "It's too late to be scared."
As soon as the Onmyoji finished speaking, the ground where he stood began to shake. To Ye Bufan's surprise, a giant root broke through from underground, striking directly at Ye Bufan's lower body.
Ye Bufan shot upwards, and the broken sword instinctively flew out, heading towards the root.
With a flash of sword light, the root was cut off, but it was not affected. Instead, countless roots appeared from all directions, binding Ye Bufan's hands and feet.
Under Ye Bufan's control, the broken sword left nothing but shredded roots wherever it went.
However, the Onmyoji was clearly prepared. No matter how sharp the broken sword was, there was only one, and Ye Bufan was only one person. Finally, Ye Bufan put away the broken sword.
"Hahahaha! Stupid Great Xia person, do you regret it? It's too late for regrets. The moment you stepped into this forest, you fell into my trap. Today is your burial ground." The Onmyoji cackled sinisterly.
"Thousand-year-old banyan spirit." Ye Bufan said, "I didn't expect you to be able to lure and tame it."
The Onmyoji stood open-mouthed, looking at Ye Bufan in shock. "You actually know about the thousand-year-old banyan spirit? But even if you know, what good does it do? This body of yours will soon be mine."
After speaking, the Onmyoji formed hand seals. Ye Bufan felt a strange energy emanating from the vines and roots, making his body feel alternately cold and hot.
"Is that so?" Ye Bufan retorted.
Ye Bufan's true qi surged throughout his body. The Purple Nether Cold Fire split into two balls, appearing in Ye Bufan's hands. The flames immediately spread outwards.
The Onmyoji stood there dumbfounded, watching the vines and roots instantly turn to ash, his face changing dramatically.
Ye Bufan shot into the sky, controlling the Purple Nether Cold Fire to burn away the vines and roots. As more appeared, they were burned. Finally, the large banyan tree behind the Onmyoji suddenly trembled.
"Well disguised." Ye Bufan sneered, "Since it's a thousand-year-old banyan spirit, it must have a banyan spirit core. That's a good thing. With it, my cultivation can break through at least one more level."
The Purple Nether Cold Fire kept changing its form, lunging towards the banyan tree behind the Onmyoji.
"You're going too far, I'm not a pushover!" The Onmyoji was greatly alarmed and urged his soul power, launching an attack.
"Scram. You haven't even reached Foundation Establishment, you're not qualified to face my full strength." Ye Bufan moved his body and charged forward.
Hearing Ye Bufan's words, the Onmyoji became enraged. Black gas emanated from his entire body, and the "vajra scepter" suddenly emitted a purple-black light, transforming into a shape resembling a blooming flower.
"Hum—" The next second, a Sanskrit chant echoed in Ye Bufan's ears, and everything in front of him suddenly spun.
"Hmph—"
In a moment of disorientation, Ye Bufan fell from mid-air. Finally, with a wave of Ye Bufan's hand, the broken sword shot towards the "vajra scepter."
"Clang—"
The broken sword and the vajra scepter collided, emitting a crisp sound of metal clashing.