The White-Robed Twin Fiends

That night, while Qiusheng was practicing, his ears suddenly twitched and his eyes flew open.

He had just heard a strange noise. In a flash, he slipped silently out of bed and made his way to the main hall where Old Master Ren's coffin was kept.

"Hmph. Looks like this thing really has grown powerful. If only I could burn it right now."

Qiusheng slowly circled the coffin a few times and spoke in a low voice.

"Alas, most people are ignorant. They have no idea how dangerous these unclean things are."

After saying this, Qiusheng paid no more attention to the movement inside the coffin.

After all, he had personally laid Ink Marker lines all over its exterior. Unless someone was reckless enough to lift the lid, Old Master Ren wouldn't get out. If he did, Qiusheng would gladly perform a headstand while spinning and shitting!

When Qiusheng returned to the inner room, the entire Public Mortuary settled back into silence.

Uncle Nine was also roused once by the coffin's movements. After carefully checking to make sure nothing had been overlooked, he went back to rest.

But as he passed the place where Qiusheng and Wencai were sleeping, he saw Qiusheng sitting cross-legged in meditation and Wencai lying in bed, fast asleep. He couldn't help letting out a deep sigh.

"You're a slow bird, but you still won't get an early start, Wencai. What am I supposed to do with you?"

Shaking his head, Uncle Nine turned and went to rest.

The next day, just as dawn broke, Qiusheng finished his morning training. Uncle Nine happened to be taking Wencai out, and when he saw Qiusheng return, he called him over to join them.

The three of them were heading to the place where Old Master Ren had been unearthed the day before.

Uncle Nine had promised Master Ren he would find another good burial site for his father. And since Old Master Ren was no pushover, Uncle Nine naturally spared no effort in searching for the perfect spot, lest something go wrong.

Uncle Nine truly lived up to his reputation as a cultivation prodigy. Whether it was catching ghosts and subduing hopping vampires or reading the terrain and assessing feng shui, he had a complete set of effective methods.

He and his two disciples had barely circled the place where Old Master Ren had been unearthed when he gained a clear understanding of how the local qi flowed.

Then Qiusheng saw Uncle Nine take out a compass and begin searching the area for the precise burial spot.

As Qiusheng watched his series of movements and listened to the verses Uncle Nine kept reciting, his eyes gradually brightened.

The landscape before him suddenly seemed to fall into clear focus.

A solitary hill rose above the surrounding plains, looking like a grave mound. It was a place where the local qi gathered.

Not far away lay a pond, facing the mound from a distance. The qi and water veins converged here—no wonder it was such a treasure of a site.

"Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have independently comprehended the art of feng shui."

The system's notification made Qiusheng shudder. He opened his eyes and saw that his master had already planted flags in the ground, marking the exact location of the burial spot.

"Master, have you found it?"

Seeing that Uncle Nine had finished, Qiusheng went over and asked.

"Mm. It should be around here. This spot isn't quite as good as the first one where Old Master Ren was buried, but it's only a little worse."

Uncle Nine wiped the sweat from his brow and spoke slowly.

Though he had only circled the area twice and casually planted a few flags, making it look easy, the effort it took to focus his mind was beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

After finding the spot, Uncle Nine set off for Master Ren's residence with his two disciples.

But halfway there, Qiusheng's eyebrows suddenly rose.

"Master..."

He walked over to Uncle Nine, about to say something, when his master suddenly raised a hand, signaling him to stay quiet.

Qiusheng stopped himself and fell silent.

The three continued onward. By now, both Qiusheng and Uncle Nine had realized what was happening, while Wencai remained blissfully unaware, trudging along with his head down.

After they had walked for another half a stick of incense, Uncle Nine suddenly stopped. He stamped the ground twice, then stood motionless, sweeping his gaze around.

Qiusheng silently circulated his magical energy and activated Maoshan's Heavenly Eye technique.

The surroundings looked unchanged, but threads of dark qi rose through the air, as though vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts were about to emerge. It was enough to make one's heart pound.

"Hmph! What ghost dares block our path? You're asking for death!"

Uncle Nine searched the area with his eyes as he spoke in a low, stern voice, his expression grave.

He had come to find a burial site for Old Master Ren and hadn't brought much equipment with him.

The vicious ghost lurking in the shadows, however, was coming on strong. It had used its dark qi to obscure the vision of all three of them, trapping them in a ghostly maze. Its intent to cause harm was plain as day.

"Kehehehe!"

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

Uncle Nine's expression darkened. He was Lin Jiu, a direct disciple of Maoshan, and this ghost dared to treat him with such contempt. Even he had his limits.

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

"Shangqing Dongxuan, drive away evil and punish wickedness! By the command of the Thunder! Break!"

"Boom!"

These five yellow talismans were Evil-Breaking Talismans that Qiusheng had drawn himself. They were especially effective at dispelling evil and banishing baleful forces. He hurled them forward, and they instantly burst into five fireballs, suppressing the dark qi in the area.

There was no need to use the Heavenly Eye anymore. Two fierce ghosts in white robes appeared right before the three of them.

"The White-Robed Twin Fiends! You're courting death. Back then, you were lucky to escape with your lives. Now you've actually come looking for me again!"

"Today, I, Lin Jiu, will uphold justice and destroy you here!"

Seeing the dark qi disperse and the two White-Robed Ghosts appear, Uncle Nine shouted.

At Uncle Nine's words, Qiusheng's heart stirred. It seemed his master was acquainted with these two White-Robed Guests.

"Lin Jiu, even when you and your fellow disciples joined forces, you couldn't do anything to us. Today, you've brought only two useless disciples along. You really think you can capture us? What an arrogant claim."

The sinister voice rang out as both White-Robed Ghosts spoke. As their words echoed, the dark qi in the area surged again, quickly suppressing the full power of the Evil-Breaking Talismans Qiusheng had just thrown.

"Wencai, Qiusheng, I'll open a path for you. Go find your martial uncle and bring him here to help me."

Uncle Nine spoke softly. The two disciples heard him and nodded in unison.