Uncle, Your Spirit Invocation Technique Seems Pretty Good!

"What? The aura of Xiantian Realm third layer, no, Xiantian Realm fifth layer!"

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes quickly put down the Soul-Capturing Bell in his hand, ignoring the zombie behind him.

He strode forward, with Wen Cai following closely behind.

Arriving at the entrance of the main hall, he looked up and saw several people gathered inside.

"What happened? Why is it so chaotic outside?"

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes saw Lin Fan and Uncle Jiu sitting in the hall.

He finally felt at ease and asked.

"You first, why are you with Wen Cai? What time is it?"

Uncle Jiu said irritably.

Could it be that this improper Junior Uncle took Wen Cai to scam people?

"Master, the glutinous rice in town is sold out."

"I ran into my Junior Uncle when I went to the next town to buy glutinous rice, so we came back together."

Wen Cai saw Uncle Jiu's displeasure and explained anxiously.

"What's wrong? I just finished a business deal."

"I was afraid my little nephew would be in danger coming back alone."

"It's on the way anyway. Can't I, as his uncle, protect him?"

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes replied righteously.

"Alright, alright. Whatever you say is right."

Uncle Jiu replied casually, not looking at Daoist Priest Four-Eyes at all, as if he were talking to the air.

He knew his junior brother well enough. He was probably just bored traveling with a zombie and wanted Wen Cai as company, otherwise, it wouldn't have taken this long to get back.

"Hey, you old fellow. You haven't answered me yet, what's going on outside?"

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes felt a surge of anger.

"Here, can't you see?"

Uncle Jiu picked up his tea and took a sip, pointing to a person and a zombie in the corner of the courtyard.

"Holy cow, this one's as black as charcoal."

"Not bad, Senior Brother. You and your disciples managed to subdue a Xiantian Realm third layer and a Xiantian Realm fifth layer."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes playfully nudged his jaw towards Uncle Jiu.

A sly smile lingered on his lips.

As soon as he finished speaking.

Uncle Jiu raised his hand and pointed at Lin Fan.

"You old pervert, just talk, don't point fingers. Why are you picking on my little nephew?"

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes gently clapped his hand.

Spreading his arms, he moved to block in front of Lin Fan.

"It was Lin Fan who dealt with them. As a teacher, you should be more proper."

Uncle Jiu said nonchalantly.

"Ah? Are you kidding me, Senior Brother? I think you're the one who's not proper."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes's body trembled, as if he were about to fall onto Lin Fan's legs.

What was this little nephew's cultivation level? He knew it very well!

Let alone a master at Xiantian Realm fifth layer.

Even the Purple Zombie lying there could grind him to dust.

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes thought to himself.

"Yes, yes. Master, how could Senior Brother be more powerful than you?"

Wen Cai seemed to be trying to persuade him.

Uncle Jiu got up, walked out of the crowd, and slowly strolled towards the door.

Head held high, chest puffed out, full of pride, he said, "In the evening, I was tricked into leaving Ren Manor."

"A powerful enemy controlled a Purple Zombie to attack. Lin Fan and Qiu Sheng were no match."

"Just as they were in mortal danger, the Patriarch possessed Lin Fan."

"He unleashed the supreme Daoist Magic, [Purple Heaven Divine Thunder], and annihilated the attacker and the zombie."

"Alas, who could blame my disciple for having extraordinary talent and being so diligent."

"In just over a decade, he's reached the first level of the Xiantian Realm."

"Even our Ancestral Master couldn't bear to see such a monstrous genius stifled in his formative years."

"Having cultivated for decades, having a disciple like this is enough, truly enough!"

After speaking, Uncle Jiu cupped his hands towards the sky.

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes and Wen Cai.

Their pupils widened like bronze bells upon hearing this, their faces filled with shock.

"Little Martial Nephew, you've broken through? To the first level of Xiantian?"

"Martial Brother, you..."

One person raised Lin Fan's arm, examining him from all sides.

"Hmph, it's just the Ancestral Master possessing you. Nothing to be so proud of."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes released Lin Fan's arm.

Only then did he seem to feel Uncle Jiu's pride.

"If it were me, with the Ancestral Master possessing me."

"Forget the fifth level of Xiantian, I'd take down the eighth level."

"Then, what about your disciple? Oh dear, I seem to have forgotten if he is..."

Before Daoist Priest Four-Eyes could reply, Uncle Jiu continued.

Uncle Jiu, carried away by his excitement, showed a rare mischievous streak.

Seeing this, Lin Fan wanted to step forward to intervene.

On one side was his Master, on the other, his Martial Uncle.

He couldn't please either side.

He could only shake his head helplessly, sitting still and forcing a bitter smile.

"You... boring, so boring."

"It's more interesting for me to take care of my guests and return to the Mortuary."

"I can't be bothered with you, though I'm not talking about you, Little Martial Nephew Lin Fan."

With that, Daoist Priest Four-Eyes walked out of the hall with a displeased expression.

"Master Ren, now that this matter is concluded, my disciple and I should be going."

He cupped his hands towards Master Ren and said.

As Daoist Priest Four-Eyes departed.

Uncle Jiu seemed to have achieved victory.

"This time, we truly owe a lot to you and your disciple."

"Please don't be stingy in the future, Uncle Jiu. Feel free to visit my humble abode often."

Master Ren replied politely.

The two exchanged pleasantries, and after their conversation.

Uncle Jiu then led Lin Fan, Wen Cai, and Qiu Sheng back towards the Mortuary.

The Mortuary, deep into the night.

The group of four, Master and disciples, along with Daoist Priest Four-Eyes, returned to the Mortuary.

"Wen Cai, help your Martial Uncle escort these customers."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes threw the Soul-Capturing Bell in his hand towards Wen Cai.

Wen Cai caught the Soul-Capturing Bell.

Shaking the bell, he walked towards the morgue.

"Hey, Little Martial Nephew. Want to come back to my place with your Martial Uncle?"

"That kid Jia Le has been really lazy lately, his cultivation hasn't shown any improvement."

"His Daoist Magic is also a mess. As his senior brother, you should give him a good thrashing for me, Martial Uncle."

Lin Fan, who was about to head to his room, was pulled back by Daoist Priest Four-Eyes.

"Don't even think about laying a hand on my disciple. Go do what you need to do."

Uncle Jiu brushed away Daoist Priest Four-Eyes' hand, speaking with an impossible tone.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan thought carefully.

He probably had to go this time.

According to the movie's plot, this is when Daoist Priest Qian He should appear.

If he didn't go, he feared Daoist Priest Qian He would be killed.

A pile of subsequent events would also be triggered.

Seeing that Jia Le was young, saving Daoist Priest Qian He from being killed was more important.

Not to mention the Merit Points.

Merit Points were a rare commodity nowadays.

They were hard to come by, and he didn't even know how much Daoist Magic he would need in the future.

Saving more was always good preparation.

Skill Points, on the other hand, came easily just by lying flat.

"Master, it's fine. I don't have anything else going on lately anyway."

"Ren Manor is stable now. Besides, I haven't seen Jia Le in a long time."

"I'll travel with Uncle-Master tomorrow. I'll be back soon."

Lin Fan agreed immediately.

"I knew my little martial nephew Lin Fan was good."

"Obedient and understanding. Uncle-Master will be waiting for you tomorrow then."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes was overjoyed and walked into the room after speaking.

"Uncle-Master, don't rush!"

Lin Fan raised the corners of his mouth, narrowing his eyes slightly as he looked at Daoist Priest Four-Eyes.

"What... you brat!"

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes had just turned his head.

Seeing Lin Fan's expression, he secretly thought something was wrong!

This kid wasn't some kind-hearted person!

This look definitely meant trouble.

"Uncle-Master, you have a request for me, and I'll help, right?"

Lin Fan tilted his chin slightly, his smile becoming even brighter.

"Just say it directly, don't beat around the bush!"

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes felt a chill down his spine, sensing that things were becoming increasingly strange.

"I've heard your divine doctoring skills are unparalleled, Uncle-Master. Your nephew also has a bit of..."

Lin Fan paused his words, smiling as he cupped his hands in a salute to Daoist Priest Four-Eyes.