Ordinary people had to burn incense and bathe before refining a pill, bringing their body, energy, and spirit to their best state before swallowing it with the utmost care. They were always afraid they might waste the pill's power because of some mistake of their own.
Uncle Nine had cultivated for decades. To fully absorb the Heaven Origin Soul Gathering Pill, he first had to cleanse his meridians and marrow by refining the Marrow Cleansing Pill.
Not everyone was as freakish as Fei Luo, absorbing pills in an instant.
At that, Fei Luo nodded. "Don't worry, Master. I'll find the female ghost who's bewitched Senior Brother Qiusheng."
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Dong Xiaoyu? She was just a Supernatural Ghost.
Fei Luo didn't take Dong Xiaoyu seriously at all. His strength had already reached the late stage of Foundation Establishment—Uncle Nine's level in the later parts of the original story. Surely dealing with a female ghost would be a piece of cake.
"By the way, Fei Luo, there are a few moves I don't quite understand. Would you spar with me and give me some pointers?"
Hearing Uncle Nine's words, Fei Luo understood at once. "Master, you've been practicing the Thirteen Demon-Subduing Styles too, haven't you?"
"Mm!" Uncle Nine nodded. "I plan to focus on martial arts and Daoist techniques from now on. I still don't understand how you cultivated such abundant magic power!"
Fei Luo smiled calmly and said nothing more.
In this age of declining cultivation, even ordinary people who advanced in realm had pitifully little magic power within them.
But ghosts and monsters were different. Zombies, especially, could temper their bodies endlessly as long as they had Yin energy. The truly powerful could even fly through the sky and burrow into the earth. Cultivators in this age were at a great disadvantage in that regard.
That was because this era had so few cultivation resources. Marrow Cleansing Pills, which could cleanse the meridians and marrow, were especially scarce.
Without a Marrow Cleansing Pill to expand their meridians, how could cultivators possibly have so much magic power?
"Master, this unworthy disciple would be glad to spar with you outside in the courtyard." Fei Luo looked at Uncle Nine with a smile.
Repaying kindness was a virtue.
Uncle Nine treated him like his own son, so Fei Luo naturally couldn't keep his knowledge to himself.
In cultivation and realm, he was far beyond Uncle Nine. But when it came to wisdom and worldly experience, Uncle Nine had surely walked more roads than Fei Luo had eaten grains of salt. Fei Luo had no doubt about that.
Soon, the master and disciple were sparring outside. At times, Fei Luo's calm voice rang out; at others, Uncle Nine's voice sounded with sudden understanding.
The night passed without incident. The next day—
Master Ren had people repair the walls of his house while ordering the cook to prepare a table full of fine dishes for Fei Luo, Uncle Nine, and the others.
Over the meal, after they had exchanged a few words of thanks, the conversation turned once more to Old Master Ren.
"Master Ren, after talking things over with my master all night, I've realized there's more to this than meets the eye." Fei Luo took a sip of wine and looked at Master Ren.
Master Ren and Ren Tingting both looked puzzled.
"Master Fei, wasn't my father turned into a zombie and destroyed by your three punches and two kicks? You're so powerful, so how..." Master Ren trailed off, confused. He couldn't help recalling the sight of Fei Luo casually wiping out the zombie the day before.
Without realizing it, Master Ren had come to hold Fei Luo in great respect.
The strong always earned the respect they deserved, no matter the era—especially in this age of declining cultivation, when ghosts and monsters ran rampant.
"No." Fei Luo shook his head. "Master Ren, I can see that both you and Miss Ren have Yin Bodies. It seems to be hereditary, which means Old Master Ren must have had one too. Even so, turning into an Iron Corpse at its absolute peak in just twenty years is far too strange."
Master Ren was confused by Fei Luo's words. "Master Fei, are you saying someone was secretly manipulating things?"
"Exactly." Fei Luo nodded. "Given your Ren family's special constitution and that Yin-rich burial ground, twenty years would only have been enough to turn him into an Iron Corpse, not an Iron Corpse at its absolute peak. Someone must have been interfering from behind the scenes. They deliberately set things up so that, once Old Master Ren emerged, he would kill you and Miss Ren, then advance further and become an even more powerful zombie."
"This..." Ren Tingting's face paled. She looked at Fei Luo. "Fei Luo, could the Feng Shui Master my father mentioned be behind it?"
"That doesn't make sense, does it? What grudge could the Feng Shui Master have against the Ren family? Even if my father did pressure him a little, he paid him plenty. There was no need to go so far as to kill us and wipe out the whole family." Master Ren frowned.
"Master Ren, don't you understand? That man refined the corpse until it became an Iron Corpse at its absolute peak. Killing people was just a secondary goal. His real aim was to raise Old Master Ren into a more powerful zombie and unleash him on the world."
At Fei Luo's words, Master Ren and Ren Tingting suddenly understood.
"Master Fei, you must stay at my house for a while. If anything else happens, what will Tingting and I do? Don't worry, I'll pay you in full afterward." Master Ren looked at Fei Luo anxiously.
As if remembering something, Master Ren turned to Uncle Nine and said the same thing to him.
Uncle Nine nodded. "Don't worry. I won't leave the Ren family for the time being. Besides, my disciple is stronger than I am. With Fei Luo here, your family will be safe."
The night before, Uncle Nine and Fei Luo had discussed the cause and effect of the matter. Fei Luo had suggested they stay at Ren Mansion for now. He could deal with the Dong Xiaoyu situation while also guarding against the mastermind.
Fei Luo knew the original story inside and out. After he gave Uncle Nine a few pointers, Uncle Nine immediately agreed with his plan.
"Then I really can't thank you enough, Master Fei." Master Ren was overjoyed, repeatedly clinking cups with Fei Luo.
Ren Tingting was secretly delighted. As long as Fei Luo stayed at her house, she'd get to see him every day. She stole a glance at him, and her cheeks instantly flushed red.
As long as Fei Luo was there, she felt completely at ease. No matter what ghosts or monsters appeared, she wouldn't be afraid in the slightest.
The day passed quickly. Late that night, Qiusheng suddenly got up, crept outside, and hurried off.
At that moment, Wencai, who shared a room with Qiusheng, woke up too. He hurried out, intending to report it to Fei Luo.
Uncle Nine had told Wencai several times: if Qiusheng made a move, report it to Fei Luo immediately.
"Fei—" Wencai had just stepped outside when he saw Fei Luo coming out of his room. The words caught in his throat and he swallowed them.
"Junior Brother, Qiusheng's gone," Wencai said respectfully.
Over the past few days, Fei Luo had shown just how powerful he was and how monstrously gifted he was. Even Qiusheng and Wencai, who had joined the sect earlier, couldn't help treating him with particular respect.
Everyone knew that Fei Luo's future was boundless and that he would make a name for himself in this age of declining cultivation.
"Qiusheng really has been bewitched by a ghost..."
Fei Luo's calm voice rang out. He glanced at Wencai with a smile. "Senior Brother Wencai, you've only just recovered from your illness. Rest until your body and spirit are back in shape, then take the Marrow Cleansing Pill as soon as you can. I'll be right back."
With that, Fei Luo walked away.
Watching Fei Luo's back, Wencai was overwhelmed with emotion.
So cool! Seriously, so cool.
How had he never noticed before how charming Junior Brother Fei Luo was?
Without a word, Wencai thought of how he'd soon be able to take the Marrow Cleansing Pill, hummed a little tune, and returned to his room.
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