Lightning Bolt Fist

As Uncle Nine spoke with his head lowered, he drove a heavy punch into Wencai's chest.

The moment the punch landed, Wencai, lying on the ground, let out an "Ow!"

He immediately opened his eyes and, without a second thought, punched Uncle Nine beside him.

Bang!

Caught completely off guard, Uncle Nine took Wencai's punch right to the eye. He staggered several steps backward and shook his head.

Qiusheng stared wide-eyed at the scene before him, nearly throwing another Palm Thunder.

"Qiusheng, was it you messing with me again?"

But after hearing those words from Wencai, he immediately stopped moving forward, ducked aside, and secretly began to laugh.

"Wencai, you even dared to hit Master. Are you rebelling against your master and betraying your ancestors?"

With the corner of his eye bruised from that punch, Uncle Nine rubbed his eye socket as he walked back over to Wencai.

Only then did the newly awakened Wencai realize that he seemed to have done something quite serious. Though he had wanted to do it for a long time, now that he had actually done it, he still felt a little guilty.

"Hmph. It would be one thing if your cultivation talent were poor, but all you ever do is fool around with your senior brother."

"Your senior brother can now subdue Demon Spirits on his own, while you? You got possessed just coming over to call someone. If your senior brother hadn't had some skill, you wouldn't even know how you died."

Uncle Nine came over to Wencai, twisting his ear as he scolded him.

"Master, you were the one who told me to come find Qiusheng and go back for dinner..."

"What Qiusheng? Is Qiusheng a name you can call? From now on, remember to call him Senior Brother, understand?"

Uncle Nine rudely cut off Wencai's complaint.

"Understood, Master."

Seeing his master's furious expression, Wencai could only lower his head and accept his fate.

Meanwhile, Qiusheng, who had been hiding nearby, covered his mouth and snickered.

"Alright. Since everything here has been settled, let's go to Wang Village and collect our hard-earned fee, then head back to the Public Mortuary."

After giving Wencai a lesson, Uncle Nine shot a sidelong glance at Qiusheng, who was still laughing off to the side, and took the lead toward Wang Village.

"Junior Brother, why aren't you calling me Senior Brother yet?"

Seeing Uncle Nine had gone far ahead, Qiusheng immediately went over to Wencai and leaned close to whisper in his ear.

"Qiusheng, what exactly happened to you? How did you suddenly gain magical power and even become able to subdue Demon Spirits?"

Hearing Qiusheng joke with him, Wencai did not mess around this time. He simply walked forward with a rather dejected expression.

"What else could it be? Naturally, it's the result of diligent cultivation."

"Junior Brother, don't lose heart. As long as you cultivate hard, even if you never get the chance to surpass me in this life, you can still become an Occultist."

Seeing that his junior brother looked somewhat dispirited, Qiusheng immediately understood what he was thinking and comforted him.

After all, Qiusheng and Wencai had once been equally worthless.

Now that Qiusheng had suddenly risen to prominence, the comparison naturally left the other one feeling somewhat disappointed.

Just like the saying went: We agreed to be each other's angels, but you secretly broke through!

"Hmph, Senior Brother, don't get cocky. Once this matter is over, I'll go back and cultivate properly. Sooner or later, I'll surpass you."

Seeing Qiusheng's smug look, Wencai reluctantly called him Senior Brother, then quickly caught up to Uncle Nine.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Wencai, Wencai, it's not that I look down on you, but with your talent, you're simply no match for me with my cheat."

Muttering to himself, Qiusheng swaggered along with an arrogant gait and slowly made his way toward Wang Village.

With the Demon Spirit eliminated, everything that followed was simple.

Uncle Nine merely said a word to Wang Village's chief, and the man immediately presented him with a reward of ten silver dollars.

From this, Qiusheng could see just how important a good reputation was.

Wasn't it because of Uncle Nine's great reputation that he could receive ten silver dollars just by saying a few words?

After telling Wang Village's chief to cut down the banana trees at the village entrance and plant peach trees instead, which would prevent similar supernatural incidents from happening again, Uncle Nine led Wencai and Qiusheng back to the Public Mortuary that very night.

The moment they returned to the Public Mortuary, Qiusheng greeted Uncle Nine and prepared to leave.

He was currently staying at his Auntie's home. Not returning yesterday had already been an exception. If he failed to return again today, his Auntie would surely come charging to the Public Mortuary tomorrow morning to demand him from Uncle Nine.

But who would have thought that Qiusheng wanted to leave, yet Uncle Nine would not let him go?

"Qiusheng, come to my room. I have something to ask you."

Seeing the serious expression that had remained on Uncle Nine's face ever since they returned to the Public Mortuary, Qiusheng suddenly felt uneasy.

What's going on? Did I perform too well this time and make Uncle Nine suspicious of me?

However, since his master had given an order, Qiusheng naturally could not resist.

He silently followed Uncle Nine into his room, then obediently shut the door behind them.

"Kneel!"

Qiusheng had barely closed the door when Uncle Nine shouted.

Qiusheng immediately shuddered by reflex and actually knelt before Uncle Nine.

"Master, what are you doing? Don't scare me for no reason, alright? It wouldn't be good if you scared your exceptionally talented disciple to death."

Qiusheng kept a calm expression and continued to joke, but his heart was in turmoil. He had no idea what his master was up to.

Ignoring Qiusheng's nonsense, Uncle Nine picked up a wooden box beside him.

Then, when he opened it, the sight inside made Qiusheng's heart tremble.

"This is the Lightning Bolt Fist, a secret inheritance of Maoshan. In the entire Maoshan Sect, only your Eldest Martial Uncle has successfully cultivated it. Today, I am passing it on to you."

Uncle Nine silently opened the small wooden box and casually tossed the Lightning Bolt Fist manual inside to Qiusheng.

"Qiusheng, your aptitude for the Dao is no worse than mine. I hope that you will cultivate diligently in the future and not disappoint your master's expectations."

Seeing Uncle Nine speak to him so earnestly, Qiusheng was briefly stunned before frowning and asking a question.

"Master, I was the one who eliminated the Demon Spirit. Are you planning not to give me a share of those ten silver dollars you got from Wang Village?"

The moment Qiusheng said that, Uncle Nine's expression changed.

"You little bastard, get the hell back to your Auntie's house."

As he spoke, Uncle Nine directly drove Qiusheng out of the room.

"Master, you can't do this! How can you steal your disciple's hard-earned money?"

After being driven out, Qiusheng shouted a couple of times. When there was no response from inside, he could only leave resentfully.