Miss Sun's Sordid Affairs

When the shadowy figure appeared in the corner, the candles surrounding the coffin flickered suddenly.

Through the flickering light, Shen Bai, amidst the shifting shadows, saw the true form of the dark figure.

It was an old man, only about 1.6 meters tall, with silver hair and a beard that reached his chest, giving him the appearance of an immortal Daoist.

The Daoist robe he wore accentuated this mystical aura even further.

The Old Daoist Priest held a Whisk in his right hand. As the Whisk moved, waves of cold air continuously emanated and echoed from it, causing the temperature in the entire room to drop significantly.

"Go in."

The Old Daoist Priest spoke only three words.

Under Shen Bai's gaze, Miss Sun used both her hands and feet to climb into the coffin and closed her eyes.

Around them, the flickering candlelight returned to normal.

The Old Daoist Priest slowly paced over to the coffin, then placed the Whisk he held onto the coffin.

The Whisk began to grow wildly, and one by one, its strands penetrated the gaps above the coffin, burrowing into Miss Sun's head.

The next moment, the cold air surged continuously towards Miss Sun's head, and the temperature in the entire room dropped once more.

Seeing this, Shen Bai stroked his chin and thought to himself, "The innkeeper said Master Sun believed a Daoist priest and spent a fortune to buy that huge Sophora Tree, turning it into a coffin. Now this Old Daoist Priest has appeared. It seems this person must be the same Daoist priest Master Sun encountered."

This conjecture sparked a question in Shen Bai's mind.

He knew this Old Daoist Priest had ill intentions, as the state of the room at that moment was truly too eerie.

But Shen Bai couldn't understand why.

"Although Miss Sun is the daughter of a wealthy merchant, she's still just an ordinary person. The Old Daoist Priest, at a glance, is a practitioner. Why would he inflict such harm on Miss Sun?"

With this strange question in mind, Shen Bai decided to continue watching.

But before he could even get close to the window, he heard footsteps again.

"It seems tonight is quite lively."

Shen Bai turned around and hid in his previous spot, continuing to observe the owner of the footsteps.

As the footsteps approached, someone whom even Shen Bai hadn't expected appeared outside the room.

Master Sun, dressed in his sleepwear and with a round belly, looked around furtively, like a thief, as he approached the room's entrance.

The lock on the door had already been opened.

If it were daytime, Master Sun would undoubtedly have flown into a rage, cursing his servants for not locking the door.

But at night, even though the door was open, Master Sun seemed to be accustomed to it, showing no expression whatsoever.

With three muffled knocks, Master Sun gently tapped on the door.

Soon after, the Old Daoist Priest's aged voice came from within the door.

"Come in."

From Shen Bai's vantage point, he could see a hint of excitement and eagerness on Master Sun's face as he pushed open the tightly closed door in front of him.

After the door was pushed open, cold air billowed out from inside, and a thin layer of frost appeared on the ground.

Master Sun rubbed his arms, feeling a chill, but he gritted his teeth and walked in, closing the door behind him.

The moment the door closed, silence once again descended, and no one else approached the room.

Shen Bai emerged from the darkness, his curiosity growing, and quietly approached the doorway, looking into the room once more.

After Master Sun entered, he eagerly approached the coffin, scrutinizing his daughter.

But in his eyes, there was no longer the sorrow and anger from the daytime; instead, they were filled with an unknown excitement.

"Daoist Priest, how are things?" Master Sun asked hurriedly.

The Old Daoist Priest glanced at Master Sun and said indifferently, "The Sophora Tree Longevity Borrowing method has been cast. Your daughter will automatically come to lie in this coffin every day. Rest assured, this humble Daoist will come every few days to absorb longevity from your daughter, and this longevity will naturally be shared with you."

"Thank you, Daoist Priest, thank you, Daoist Priest." Master Sun quickly expressed his gratitude. "Daoist Priest, why don't you give me some longevity first? Recently, I've been tormented by illness and am completely powerless to resist."

"That is a terminal illness. Although this humble Daoist is a practitioner, it is difficult for me to clear it for you."

The Daoist Priest held one end of the Whisk.

"Very well, I shall bestow some longevity upon you today. With this longevity, even with a terminal illness, you will at least remain alive."

After the Old Daoist Priest finished speaking, he raised his hand and touched Master Sun's glabella.

The next moment, cold air also emanated from Master Sun's body, even more intensely cold than the surrounding air.

Shen Bai witnessed this entire scene. After connecting all the causes and effects, he finally understood what had happened.

He had heard the story of Sophora Tree Longevity Borrowing from some of the residents in Ascending Cloud County before.

However, in the past, he had only listened to it as a mere tale.

The so-called Sophora Tree Longevity Borrowing was the use of the Sophora Tree's yin-attracting properties to borrow the tree's own lifespan to extend one's own.

But looking at the situation now, Master Sun was not drawing longevity from the Sophora Tree; instead, he was using the Sophora Tree to seize his daughter's longevity.

"What a sinister method," Shen Bai thought to himself.

No one in this world isn't afraid of death, not even Shen Bai himself.

The wish for a long life, one hundred years, is something no one can refuse.

But Shen Bai never expected that Master Sun would be so deranged as to lay hands on his own daughter.

As Shen Bai thought this, Master Sun also made a move.

The Old Daoist Priest retracted the Whisk in his hand, resting it on his wrist. "How do you feel? Any better?"

Master Sun hurriedly nodded. "Much better, thank you, Daoist Priest. How many more times can my daughter's lifespan be borrowed?"

The Old Daoist Priest looked at Master Sun, then revealed a cold smile. "You can borrow as many times as you wish. Sophora Tree Longevity Borrowing takes the lifespan of your own kin. As long as they have life left, you can continuously gain it."

Master Sun quickly nodded. "Then please, Daoist Priest, extract more of my daughter's lifespan. As long as it's enough, that's fine. I also have some siblings; I can send them all into the coffin when the time comes."

The Old Daoist Priest tilted his head, giving a faint "Mm." "This poor Daoist will depart first and return in a few days to extract more lifespan and transfer it into your body."

Master Sun looked fawning. "Thank you, Daoist Priest. Take care."

The Old Daoist Priest waved his sleeve, turned, and walked towards the door.

Master Sun continued to act like a sycophant, silently following behind him.

Just then, Master Sun's steps suddenly stopped, his body trembling violently as if suffering some great pain, his gaze dropping downwards.

The Whisk in the Old Daoist Priest's hand had pierced through Master Sun's chest.

"Wha... what's going on?"

Master Sun abruptly looked up, his face filled with disbelief.

"What's going on? You're just another jar for this poor Daoist to store lifespan in."