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Chu Yuening... Chu Yuening, just a young one, how could she possibly do it?

The black aura tendrils gripping onto A'Jie were severed by a blade-like yellow light, and soon after, they quietly adhered to A'Jie's back, stabilizing his unsteady form.

Wei Yanlin was swift and agile. With a quick dash, he grabbed A'Jie's suit and pulled him back forcefully.

Thud! A'Jie crashed onto Wei Yanlin, his eyes blank and unblinking.

Wei Yanlin flipped over, placing A'Jie on the ground before removing the talisman. Relieved that A'Jie was no longer affected by the evil aura, he turned to Chu Yuening and shook his head.

"It's all over now."

As if awakening from a deep sleep, the confusion on A'Jie's face dissipated, and his gaze gradually cleared. After sitting up, he saw everyone around him in a state of shock.

"Uncle Li, Mom, why are you all here? And where am I?"

Everyone was astounded by Chu Yuening's flying talisman.

The camera focused on the girl's beautiful profile. After a moment, she softly chuckled and said, "Alright, let's get to work."

Wei Yanlin hastily rose to his feet and followed Chu Yuening downstairs.

Yu Jiqing, accompanied by the photographer, trailed behind, completely disregarding the rooftop and the two masters left behind.

"Master Chu, you just mentioned that the negative energy of the Wanglong Building has no connection with the previous deaths?"

Descending the stairs, Chu Yuening took out her compass. The needle swayed above it, pointing towards the main entrance of the commercial building as they reached the final flight of steps.

"This is it."

Zhang Shikai followed closely, examining the abandoned entrance. He glanced around and asked, "Little Friend Chu, have you made a mistake? The Ghost Gate usually opens in the place with the heaviest yin energy. How can it be here?"

Chu Yuening replied, "Uncle Li, why don't you tell him what this place used to be?"

Uncle Li recalled, "I heard that decades ago, this area was a cemetery."

The faces of the group turned pale.

A cemetery was where the deceased were buried, and in great numbers. Even if it wasn't an extremely yin site, it would still be plagued by negative energy.

Mu Rongshan and Zhang Shikai exchanged glances, knowing that divining the secrets of fate was no simple task.

They had stood there for quite some time without discovering where the Gate of Hell lay hidden.

Learning from their previous mistake, they dared not mock her again.

Yu Jiqing cautiously asked, "Master Chu, what do you suggest we do?"

"Easy," Chu Yuening replied after calculating the position with her compass. She put it away and turned to Wei Yanlin, who was standing behind her. "Master Wei, would you kindly come over and draw a formation to seal the Gate of Hell?"

Just seal the Gate of Hell?

Her tone was casual, as if she were discussing an insignificant matter.

Zhang Shikai gasped, "Young Friend Chu, please don't joke around. The location of the Gate of Hell has been a law of nature since ancient times. How can humans contend with the ways of Heaven?"

"Yes, Master Zeng's skills are commendable. But Junior Wei is still an inexperienced novice. Entrusting him with the task of sealing Ghost Gate Pass might cost him his life."

Zhang Shikai had been envious of Chu Yuening's talent all along but also didn't wish to witness someone lose their life unnecessarily in front of him.

He continued to persuade, "If Ghost Gate Pass truly resides here, with the high-rise buildings in the commercial complex, the negative aura won't dissipate. The number of deaths will only increase. It would be better to relocate immediately to prevent further chaos."

Mu Rongshan was still reeling from Chu Yuening's impressive flying talisman display earlier.

Regaining his composure, he frowned and suggested, "Since you've located Ghost Gate Pass, why not point it out? Master Zhang and I are both proficient in array formations. We can attempt to seal it ourselves."

"No need," Chu Yuening replied coolly. "Your array formations are inadequate. Master Wei, you should give it a try."

Mu Rongshan's anger swelled once more.

They were willing to practice, yet they weren't deemed worthy to be utilized.

After all, they had studied for decades; how could their array formation skills possibly be inferior to two young upstarts?

"I'm curious to see what you two can produce!"

Wei Yanlin emerged, his expression grave. "Ning Ning, am I really capable of this?"

"Apply what you've learned," Chu Yuening instructed, pointing to the door. "Don't overthink it. Just draw an Exorcism Array on the ground in front of the entrance."

Wei Yanlin took off his shoulder bag, placing it on the floor before retrieving the prepared cinnabar and brush.

Recalling the array formulas he had studied, he focused intently.

The brush moved swiftly. As the dark red liquid filled the array, Wei Yanlin's breaths grew heavier, as if a massive weight was pressing down on his shoulders, causing his concentration to waver.

This was due to excessive exhaustion of his energy.

Despite having only completed half the array, he steeled himself against the metallic taste in his throat, determined to finish it.

Suddenly, within the dimly lit mall, clusters of black shadows appeared. Upon closer inspection, the figures were revealed to have ghastly pale faces and wore armor, forming a squad of ghost soldiers and generals. With a resounding chant, they marched out of the entrance.

Whispers of laughter and sobs from spirits could be faintly heard in the air, a cacophony of male and female voices, young and old.

In an instant, it seemed as though they were surrounded by hundreds of these entities.

Mu Rongshan was gripped by terror. "Truly... the Gates of Hell."

For the doors of the living to align with those of the dead, something terrible was bound to happen.

As the ghostly soldiers and generals were about to emerge and collide, Mu Rongshan frantically attempted to flee, but his body was paralyzed by the malevolent aura.

Shivering, he strained to look at Chu Yuening and said, "Master Chu, please hasten the process of drawing the formation. If they come any closer, we'll be done for."

Chu Yuening observed half of the formation Wei Yanlin had drawn and patted his shoulder in encouragement.

Taking the brush, she focused intently, her movements swift as she reinforced the first half of the formation and completed the missing segments of the second half.

With the final stroke,

"Groan—!"

A muffled sound echoed in the air, as if the massive iron gates were slowly descending.