Jiang Hao pointed at the locust-wood stakes and said, "Zhou Hu, get someone to bring some firewood. Burn them near the spring, not too far away. Burn them completely clean."
"Understood!" Zhou Hu hurried off to make preparations.
Before long, several bundles of dry firewood were brought over. The locust-wood stakes were placed on top and doused with kerosene. Jiang Hao took out a basic Evil-Breaking Talisman from his robe, gave it a flick of his hand, and the talisman paper burst into flame. He tossed the fireball onto the wood, and it immediately caught fire.
The flames burned fiercely, and the locust-wood stakes were quickly reduced to ashes. Jiang Hao nodded. "Done. The entire formation has been broken. There will be no more trouble from now on."
Liu Xiang was overjoyed. "Thank you, Mr. Yu. You've saved me again—no, you've saved my entire family."
Jiang Hao waved his hand. "I merely happened upon it. I simply couldn't stand by and watch such a harmful thing exist. Daoist arts should serve the country and the people. Using them to harm others is the path of evil."
After instructing the steward to keep watch over the old residence and telling Zhou Hu to leave several guards to patrol around it day and night, Liu Xiang finally returned to Rongcheng with Jiang Hao. In the car, Liu Xiang sat with Jiang Hao and asked curiously, "Mr. Yu, may I ask about your background? Of course, it's fine if it's inconvenient for you to say."
"Heh, there's nothing to hide. I come from Maoshan," Jiang Hao said.
Naturally, Liu Xiang knew of Maoshan. It was one of the foremost major Daoist sects and was especially skilled in matters of ghosts and spirits. Liu Xiang had also read quite a few books on Maoshan