Sorry, Master

"Xiaoyu, are you all right, Xiaoyu?" Qiu Sheng watched anxiously. She was the girl he had finally set his heart on after so much trouble.

"Master, stop! Could there be some misunderstanding? How could Xiaoyu possibly be a female ghost?" Qiu Sheng urgently tried to stop Uncle Nine from casting another spell.

Seeing this, Dong Xiaoyu hurriedly cast a spell at Qiu Sheng. With no talisman to protect him, he was bewitched in an instant.

"Qiu Sheng, save me~" Dong Xiaoyu lay limp on the bed, calling for the bewitched Qiu Sheng to help her.

Qiu Sheng shook his muddled head and looked closely. His master had turned into A Wei, who was holding a gun.

He paid no attention to where his master, who had just been there, had gone. Now that he was bewitched by the ghost, all he could think was that A Wei wanted to bully Dong Xiaoyu.

Qiu Sheng hurriedly blocked Uncle Nine's path and snatched the "gun" (the copper coin sword) from his hand.

"How dare you bully my girlfriend!" Qiu Sheng said angrily.

"Have you gone mad? I'm your master!" Uncle Nine said in annoyance, looking at Qiu Sheng, who no longer recognized even his own kin.

But when those words reached Qiu Sheng's ears, they became:

"Hehehe, your girlfriend? I'll bully her if I want to, haha."

Dong Xiaoyu seized the chance to escape while master and disciple fought among themselves, but how could Lin Yu, who had been watching the show for so long, possibly let her go?

The instant the female ghost took flight, an Evil-Dispelling Talisman flew toward her back.

"Ah~" Dong Xiaoyu was scorched and fell to the ground in an instant.

"You little brat, I'm going to kill you!" Lin Yu's single talisman had destroyed nearly five years of Dong Xiaoyu's cultivation. Humiliated and enraged, she tried to get up and attack him.

Seeing this, Uncle Nine stopped holding back against Qiu Sheng. He punched him in the stomach, then took out a talisman and stuck it on his forehead, breaking Dong Xiaoyu's bewitchment.

"You little bastard, you still can't see what's going on at a time like this? Xiao Yu, hold your senior brother back. Don't let him make trouble!"

Having done all that, Uncle Nine gave Qiu Sheng a kick, then stepped forward to block the enraged female ghost.

"Senior brother, don't get in the way of Master catching the ghost." Lin Yu pulled Qiu Sheng aside by the hem of his clothes.

"Junior brother, what just happened?" Qiu Sheng looked at Lin Yu in confusion.

"Just now? Just now you joined forces with a female ghost to give Master a good beating." Lin Yu looked at Qiu Sheng teasingly.

"Junior brother, what did you say!?"

"Right, Xiaoyu, where's Xiaoyu?" Qiu Sheng's head was still a little muddled, but he was still thinking about his Xiaoyu.

Lin Yu didn't answer. He simply brushed a hand over the center of his brow, and a ray of golden light shot into Qiu Sheng's eyes, briefly opening his Yin-Yang Eyes.

"Senior brother, take another look and see if your Xiaoyu is really your type." Lin Yu folded his arms and tilted his head, motioning for Qiu Sheng to look toward Dong Xiaoyu.

Qiu Sheng turned and saw Dong Xiaoyu grappling with Uncle Nine. Her "beauty" instantly frightened the color from his face.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey, blegh." He remembered that he seemed to have kissed her right there just now, and instantly felt terrible all over.

"Senior brother, well? Is she still your Xiaoyu now?" Lin Yu looked at Qiu Sheng with a teasing expression.

"J-junior brother, don't tell me you all saw what happened just now?" Qiu Sheng wanted nothing more than to find a grave mound and bury himself in it.

"What do you think? You nearly made Master die of anger. I wonder who it was that wanted to hit Master over a female ghost just now?" Lin Yu pretended he couldn't remember as he spoke teasingly.

"I'm done for, I'm done for, I'm done for! Master~ I'll help you!" The more Qiu Sheng thought about it, the more panicked he became. Finally, he shouted and rushed over to help.

"Qiu Sheng~!?" Dong Xiaoyu, who had already been beaten into fleeing every which way by Uncle Nine, cried out in anguish when she saw that even Qiu Sheng was going to subdue her.

Hearing her, Qiu Sheng stopped in his tracks and hesitated. After all, this was the first time in his life that a girl had been willing to throw herself at him.

Although she was a female ghost, she had still stirred an unusual feeling deep in his heart.

But Uncle Nine wouldn't go easy on her. She had dared to seduce his disciple; even if the Heavenly King himself came, he would subdue him all the same.

He took out a Bagua mirror and, while Dong Xiaoyu was distracted, pointed it at her.

A red, illusory Bagua shot out and pinned Dong Xiaoyu's ghostly body to the ground.

At the same instant, the illusion around them, no longer sustained by her ghostly power, shattered.

Amid sparks and flashes of lightning, the pavilions and towers vanished, leaving only dilapidated ruins.

Even then, Uncle Nine didn't forget to protect Lin Yu and Qiu Sheng.

"Master... how... how are you going to deal with Xiaoyu?" Once it was all over, Qiu Sheng saw that Dong Xiaoyu had been subdued and timidly stepped forward to ask.

"Hmph! You brat, if Xiao Yu hadn't spotted the danger, you'd probably be in bed with the female ghost by now. You even nearly hit your master just now!" Uncle Nine grew angry just talking about it. That little bastard had nearly cast his master aside for a sweetheart.

When Qiu Sheng went out in the future, he'd better not tell anyone he was Lin Jiu's disciple. Lin Jiu couldn't afford to lose that much face.

"Master~ how about letting Xiaoyu go? We didn't do anything, and I believe Xiaoyu didn't mean to hurt anyone."

Looking at the wretched Dong Xiaoyu pinned to the ground by the Bagua mirror, Qiu Sheng felt sorry for her and pleaded with Uncle Nine on her behalf.

"You bastard! Lust has blinded you!" It would have been better if Qiu Sheng hadn't pleaded. As soon as he did, Uncle Nine slapped him hard across the face, angry at his failure to live up to expectations.

Qiu Sheng covered his cheek, aggrieved, tears in his eyes. He didn't dare say another word and could only shrink back silently beside Lin Yu.

"Senior brother, honestly, has Ren Tingting stopped attracting you? How did you get bewitched by her?" Lin Yu was speechless too. Just a few days ago, Qiu Sheng had been scrambling to pursue Ren Tingting.

"Junior brother, you're still young. You wouldn't understand."

Lin Yu's response was, I despise you.

Actually, for an older, longtime single virgin like him, this sort of thing was perfectly normal. If one day a great beauty suddenly threw herself into his arms without any scheme in mind, it was perfectly normal to be smitten.

Otherwise, why would there have been so many men in his previous life who were willing to give up even their lives for a woman?

"Qiu Sheng~" Seeing that Qiu Sheng could still plead for her, Dong Xiaoyu gazed at him tenderly.

"Hmph!" Uncle Nine couldn't bear to watch. He pulled out a small gourd and took Dong Xiaoyu into it.

"Master, you're back! Why are you all covered in dust?" Wen Cai opened the door and spoke happily as he looked at the three of them.

"Hmph!" Uncle Nine was still angry. Without answering, he pushed past Wen Cai and went inside.

"What happened to you?" Wen Cai looked curiously at Lin Yu and Qiu Sheng.

"The two of them? One got bewitched by a ghost, and the other had his disciple bewitched by a ghost," Lin Yu whispered to Wen Cai.

"Master, I'm sorry. I was wrong." Qiu Sheng had thought about it all the way back. As soon as they returned to the mortuary, he knelt down before Uncle Nine.

"Sigh, get up." Uncle Nine was Uncle Nine after all. His disciple had barely apologized before his heart softened.

"Yes, thank you, Master. So, Master, what are you planning to do with Xiaoyu?" Qiu Sheng pounded Uncle Nine's legs as he sounded him out.

Inside the gourd on the table, Dong Xiaoyu kept calling Qiu Sheng's name.

"Humans and ghosts walk different paths. Of course I'll send her down to be reincarnated." Uncle Nine wouldn't dare entrust Dong Xiaoyu to Qiu Sheng.

If he dared do that, he would probably be collecting his disciple's corpse within three days.