Mr. Feng Shui's Folk Anecdotes

Rubbing my bleary eyes, I opened the door to find Wu Yun - her hair disheveled and wearing pajamas - barging in desperately. "Please, you have to save my father!" she pleaded, her voice trembling. "He's been possessed and won't wake up!"

Her panicked expression jolted me awake completely. The raw fear in her eyes tightened my chest. Without hesitation, I threw on my jacket and followed her into the night.

As we hurried through dimly lit streets, Wu Yun gasped out the story between breaths: "Last night... my father brought home... an ancient jade pendant from his antique shop. Said it was... a rare find. But after wearing it... he started muttering nonsense... then convulsing like something controlled him. This morning... he was unconscious... and the pendant... it glowed this sickly green..."

The chilling account made me frown. Questions swirled in my mind, but survival instincts took over. When we reached her home, an unnatural coldness gripped me upon entering. Her father lay motionless in the living room, the cursed jade pulsing with malignant light against his ashen neck.

"Get red cloth and salt. Now!" I ordered, approaching the possessed man cautiously. The jade reacted to my presence, its glow intensifying as invisible resistance pushed against my fingers. Channeling spiritual energy through my fingertips, I finally pried the artifact loose, swiftly wrapping it in crimson fabric.

As Wu Yun returned with supplies, I created a protective barrier with salt crystals. "We need to retrieve his soul," I murmured, reciting an incantation I'd learned from ancient texts. The room temperature shifted gradually - oppressive cold giving way to comforting warmth. Color returned to the man's cheeks as his breathing steadied.

Just as relief began to surface, the sealed jade erupted with dark energy, shredding its crimson prison. I scattered salt into the air with a thunderous "Begone!" Silver trails collided with emerald malice in crackling bursts. 

The chaos intensified when Kang Shao barged in with two monks. But their supposedly pious companions wore predatory smirks. "Did you really think I'd believe in your ghost stories?" Kang sneered mockingly. "These 'holy men' are here to expose charlatans like you. As for Wu Yun..." His gaze turned possessive. "She belongs with me."

Rage burned my throat, but survival instincts prevailed. The jade's corruption now manifested as tangible tendrils, choking the air with palpable evil. As my vision began to darken, golden light suddenly pierced through - revealing A'Fang, the legendary Master Wu's disciple, standing resolute in the doorway.