White-Robed Twin Fiends

That night, while Qiusheng was in the midst of his cultivation, his ears suddenly twitched, and his eyes snapped open.

Just a moment ago, he had heard an unusual disturbance. He moved instantly, drifting silently off his bed and making his way to the main hall where Old Master Ren was being kept.

"Hmph, it seems this thing has truly gained some climate. If only I could burn it to ash right now."

Qiusheng circled the coffin a few times, speaking in a low voice.

"Sigh, the world is full of fools who have no idea how terrifying these foul, yin-tainted things truly are."

Having said that, Qiusheng stopped paying attention to the disturbances coming from within the coffin.

After all, the exterior of this thing was wrapped in Ink Marker lines he had applied with his own hands. Unless someone with a death wish actively pried the coffin lid open, if Old Master Ren could actually escape, Qiusheng would perform a handstand while spinning and defecating!

As Qiusheng returned to the inner room, the entire Public Mortuary returned to silence.

During this time, Uncle Nine had also been awakened once by the commotion from the coffin. After a careful inspection to ensure nothing had been overlooked, he went back to rest.

However, as he passed the area where Qiusheng and Wencai were resting, he looked at Qiusheng sitting cross-legged in meditation and Wencai sprawled out in deep sleep, and couldn't help but let out a deep sigh.

"The slow bird should start early, Wencai, what am I supposed to do with you?"

As his voice faded, Uncle Nine shook his head and turned away to rest.

The next day, as the sky grew bright, Qiusheng finished his morning exercises just as Uncle Nine was preparing to head out with Wencai.

Seeing him return, Uncle Nine simply beckoned for him to join them.

This time, the three master and disciples headed to the very spot where Old Master Ren had been unearthed the day before.

After all, Uncle Nine had promised Master Ren he would find a better burial site for his late father. Furthermore, Old Master Ren was no simple creature; fearing that delays might lead to trouble, Uncle Nine naturally spared no effort in searching for a dragon vein and pinpointing the burial spot.

It was no wonder Uncle Nine was considered a genius of Taoism; whether it was catching ghosts, subduing zombies, or practicing geomancy and feng shui, he possessed a complete set of effective methods.

He took Qiusheng and Wencai and circled the site where Old Master Ren had been unearthed twice, immediately gaining a firm grasp of how the earth's energy flowed in this area.

Soon, Qiusheng watched as Uncle Nine took out a compass and began searching for the eye of the burial site.

Watching Uncle Nine's series of movements and listening to the chants of incantations he recited, Qiusheng's eyes gradually grew brighter.

Before him, the landscape's configuration suddenly seemed to become clear.

A single mountain stood higher than the surrounding plains, looking like a burial mound—a place where the earth's energy converged.

Coupled with a pond not far away that faced the mound from a distance, the convergence of earth energy and water veins truly made it a treasure land.

Ding, congratulations to the host for self-comprehending Feng Shui Arts.

Qiusheng's body shuddered from the system's notification. When he opened his eyes, he saw that his master had already planted several banners into the ground, marking the exact location of the burial eye.

"Master, you're done?"

Seeing Uncle Nine finish his work, Qiusheng immediately stepped forward to ask.

"Yes, it should be right here. Although this spot isn't as good as the first one where Old Master Ren was located, it is only a hair's breadth behind."

Uncle Nine wiped the sweat from his forehead and said slowly.

Don't let the fact that Uncle Nine only circled the area twice and casually planted a few banners fool you; the mental toll of such a task was something ordinary people could never fathom.

With the location secured, Uncle Nine took his two disciples and headed toward Master Ren's mansion.

However, halfway there, Qiusheng's eyebrows suddenly arched.

"Master..."

He walked to his master's side, just about to say something, when he saw his master suddenly wave his hand, signaling him to stay silent.

Seeing this, Qiusheng stopped his train of thought and fell into silence.

The three continued forward, but by now, both Qiusheng and Uncle Nine had realized something, while only Wencai remained foolishly focused on walking.

After walking for another half-stick of incense, Uncle Nine suddenly stopped, stomped his feet twice on the ground, and stood motionless, scanning his surroundings.

Qiusheng secretly channeled the magic power within his body and activated the Maoshan Heavenly Eye technique.

Immediately, within his vision, although the surrounding environment hadn't changed, the rising wisps of yin energy made it seem as if vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts were emerging, chilling to the bone.

"Hmph, what kind of ghost dares to block our path? You are truly courting death."

Uncle Nine scanned the area with his eyes while speaking in a low, stern voice, his face turning grave.

On this trip, he had come to find a grave for Old Master Ren and hadn't brought much equipment with him.

Conversely, the fierce ghost hiding in the shadows was coming on aggressively, using yin energy to forcibly obscure their vision and trap the three of them in a "ghost wall." Its malicious intent was clear as day.

"Hehehe!"

There was no reply, only a series of shrill, angry laughs.

Uncle Nine's face showed a hint of irritation. What a joke—he, Lin Jiu, was a direct descendant of Maoshan. To be looked down upon by a ghost like this was truly intolerable.

Just as Uncle Nine prepared to strike, Qiusheng, who had been standing behind him, stepped forward. He formed a hand seal and flicked several yellow paper talismans into the air.

"Shangqing Dongxuan, drive away evil and eliminate wickedness, obey this command with haste, break!"

"BOOM!"

These five yellow paper talismans were Evil-Breaking Talisman drawn by Qiusheng himself, the most effective at breaking evil and dispelling baleful energy. Now, as he unleashed them with ferocity, they instantly transformed into five fireballs that detonated, directly suppressing the yin energy in the area.

Immediately, there was no need to open their spiritual eyes; the two fierce ghosts draped in white robes appeared directly before the master and his two disciples.

"White-Robed Twin Fiends, you are truly courting death. I let you escape with your lives back then, yet today you actually dare to come knocking on my door."

"Today, I, Lin Jiu, shall act on behalf of Heaven and execute you both right here."

Uncle Nine watched as the yin energy dissipated and the two White-Robed Ghost revealed their forms, then shouted aloud.

Hearing Uncle Nine's words, Qiusheng's heart stirred; it seemed his master and these two White-Robed Guests were old acquaintances.

"Lin Jiu, back then, even when you and your fellow disciples joined forces, you couldn't do anything to us. Today, with only two pieces of trash by your side, you still want to subdue us? You certainly have a big mouth."

An eerie voice rang out as both White-Robed Ghost spoke in unison. As they spoke, the yin energy in the area surged once more, quickly suppressing the power of the Evil-Breaking Talisman that Qiusheng had unleashed earlier.

"Wencai, Qiusheng, I will open a path for you in a moment. You two must hurry and find your junior uncle to come and support me."

Uncle Nine spoke softly, and as his words reached the ears of Wencai and Qiusheng, the two of them nodded in unison.