Discussing with Uncle Nine

Ordinary people must burn incense and bathe before refining medicinal pills, adjusting their essence, energy, and spirit to the optimal state before swallowing them with extreme caution, terrified that any personal error might waste the pill's energy.

Uncle Nine has cultivated for decades; to fully absorb the Heaven Origin Soul Gathering Pill, he must first cleanse his meridians and marrow by refining a Marrow Cleansing Pill.

Not everyone is as monstrous as Fei Luo, who can absorb pills in a matter of seconds.

Upon hearing this, Fei Luo nodded. "Rest assured, Master. I will certainly drag out the female ghost infatuated with Senior Brother Qiusheng."

Dong Xiaoyu? A mere spirit with supernatural powers.

Fei Luo did not take Dong Xiaoyu to heart in the slightest. His strength had already reached the Foundation Establishment Late Stage—the very level Uncle Nine attained in the late stages of the original story. Dealing with a female ghost should be as easy as reaching out to grab something, right?

"By the way, Fei Luo, there are a few moves I don't quite understand. Could you spar with me?"

Hearing Uncle Nine's request, Fei Luo immediately understood. "Master, you have also begun practicing the Thirteen Demon-Subduing Styles, haven't you?"

"Yes!" Uncle Nine nodded. "I intend to specialize in physical techniques and Daoist arts from now on. I truly don't know how you cultivate; your mana is so incredibly vast!"

Fei Luo smiled faintly and said nothing more.

In this Age of Dharma Decline, even if ordinary people reach a high realm, the amount of mana within their bodies is pitifully small.

However, spirits and monsters are different. Zombies, in particular, can continuously temper their physical bodies as long as they have yin energy; the powerful ones can even soar through the skies and burrow into the earth. In this regard, cultivators of the Age of Dharma Decline are at a severe disadvantage.

Because this era lacks abundant cultivation resources, and Marrow Cleansing Pills—essential for expanding one's meridians—are extremely scarce.

Without the meridians expanded by a Marrow Cleansing Pill, how could a cultivator possibly possess such vast amounts of mana?

"Master, if you don't mind my lack of talent, shall we head outside the courtyard to spar?" Fei Luo looked at Uncle Nine with a smile.

Gratitude is a virtue.

Uncle Nine treated him like his own flesh and blood, so he certainly could not hold back his secrets.

While his cultivation realm far surpassed Uncle Nine's, when it came to the principles of life and worldly experience, Uncle Nine had likely walked more paths than he had eaten grains of salt. Of this, Fei Luo had no doubt.

Immediately, the master and disciple began to spar outside the courtyard. From time to time, the sound of Fei Luo's calm voice drifted over, followed by the sound of Uncle Nine's sudden, enlightened realizations.

The night passed without incident. The next day.

Master Ren ordered people to repair the walls of the house while instructing the cook to prepare a feast, inviting Fei Luo, Uncle Nine, and the others.

During the meal, after an exchange of gratitude, the conversation turned to Old Master Ren.

"Master Ren, after a long talk with my master last night, I discovered that this matter is far from ordinary." Fei Luo took a sip of wine and looked at Master Ren.

Hearing this, both Master Ren and Ren Tingting wore expressions of confusion.

"Young Master Fei, wasn't my father turned into a zombie destroyed by your own hands yesterday? You possess such great supernatural powers, how could..." Master Ren was puzzled, his mind involuntarily recalling the image of Fei Luo destroying the zombie with a mere flip of his hand.

Without realizing it, Master Ren had developed an extraordinary respect for Fei Luo.

The strong, regardless of the time, will always command the respect they deserve, especially in this Age of Dharma Decline, an era where ghosts and monsters run rampant.

"No." Fei Luo shook his head and said, "Master Ren, I observed that both you and Miss Ren possess yin-natured bodies, which seems to be hereditary. This proves that Old Master Ren was the same. However, even so, for him to reach the peak of an Iron Corpse in just twenty years is simply inconceivable."

Hearing Fei Luo's words, Master Ren was bewildered. "Young Master Fei, are you implying that someone is pulling the strings behind the scenes?"

"Exactly." Fei Luo nodded. "If it were merely due to your Ren family's unique constitution and that site of yin energy, he would have barely reached the level of an Iron Corpse in twenty years, not the peak of one. Someone must be manipulating things from the shadows, intentionally guiding Old Master Ren to emerge and kill you and Miss Ren, so that he might continue to evolve into an even more powerful zombie."

"This..." Ren Tingting's face turned pale as she looked at Fei Luo. "Fei Luo, could it be the work of that Feng Shui Master my father mentioned?"

"That can't be right, can it? What grudge or grievance could that Feng Shui Master have against our Ren family? Even if my father pressured him slightly, he was given sufficient money. There was no need to go as far as killing us all to silence us, was there?" Master Ren frowned.

"Master Ren, do you still not understand? That person is refining the corpse to the peak of an Iron Corpse; the killing is secondary. The true goal is to cultivate Old Master Ren into a more powerful zombie to commit evil."

Hearing this from Fei Luo, Master Ren and Ren Tingting suddenly realized the truth.

"Young Master Fei, you must stay at my house for the time being. If something were to happen, what would Tingting and I do? Don't worry, I will pay you accordingly afterward." Master Ren looked at Fei Luo, his expression filled with anxiety.

As if thinking of something, Master Ren looked at Uncle Nine and repeated the same request.

Uncle Nine nodded. "Rest assured, I will not leave the Ren Mansion for the time being. Furthermore, my disciple's strength is greater than mine; with Fei Luo here, your Ren family will certainly be safe."

Last night, Uncle Nine and Fei Luo had discussed the causality of the situation. Fei Luo had suggested staying at the Ren Mansion temporarily, which would allow him to handle the Dong Xiaoyu incident while guarding against the mastermind.

Familiar with the original story, Fei Luo knew everything like the back of his hand. After offering a few pointers, Uncle Nine immediately agreed with Fei Luo's plan.

"Then I truly thank you, Young Master Fei." Master Ren was overjoyed and began to toast Fei Luo repeatedly.

Ren Tingting, meanwhile, was secretly delighted. As long as Fei Luo stayed at their home, she could see him every day. She stole a glance at him, and her face was instantly flushed with a rosy hue.

As long as Fei Luo was there, she felt an immense sense of peace; no matter what ghosts or monsters appeared, she felt no fear at all.

The day passed quickly. Late at night, Qiusheng suddenly rose, crept out of the room, and disappeared into the distance.

At that moment, Wencai, who was sleeping in the same room, also woke up and hurried out, intending to report to Fei Luo.

Uncle Nine had instructed Wencai several times that if Qiusheng made any moves, he was to report it to Fei Luo immediately.

"Fei—" Wencai had just stepped outside when he saw Fei Luo opening his door, causing him to swallow the words that had reached his throat.

"Junior Brother, Qiusheng has left." Wencai looked at Fei Luo and said respectfully.

Over these past few days, Fei Luo had demonstrated his strength and heaven-defying talent. Invisibly, even Qiusheng and Wencai, who had entered the sect earlier, held Fei Luo in exceptional regard.

Everyone knew that Fei Luo's future achievements would be limitless and that he would shake this Age of Dharma Decline.

"That Qiusheng, he really is possessed by a ghost."

A calm voice drifted through the air. Fei Luo glanced at Wencai with a smile, "Senior Brother Wencai, now that you have recovered from your serious illness, focus on restoring your vitality and take the Marrow Cleansing Pill as soon as possible. I shall return shortly."

With that, Fei Luo strolled away.

Watching Fei Luo's retreating figure, Wencai was moved to the point of tears.

So cool! Just damn cool.

How had he never noticed how charming Junior Brother Fei Luo was before?

Without a sound, Wencai hummed a little tune as he returned to his room, his mind filled with the thought that he would soon be able to take the Marrow Cleansing Pill.