"How do I fight Qiu... Qiu Sheng?"
Wen Cai's hand trembled as he looked at the ferocious-looking Daoist priest in front of him, holding the wooden sword.
"What are you afraid of! He's already half-dead from Master's attack. Just go up and stab him to death with two sword strikes!"
Qiu Shui swallowed hard, steeled her resolve, glared, and charged forward with a shout.
Seeing how bold Qiu Sheng was, Wen Cai also charged forward with a wooden sword in a very professional manner.
The two of them have the guts now, but unfortunately, they haven't quite got their brains.
Without the magical power of the two individuals, the peach wood sword and the copper coin sword were merely decorative items to the living demon.
Two loud "bang" sounds were heard.
The two men, who had charged forward as fast as they had initially, were sent flying back at the same speed, crashing heavily in front of Uncle Nine.
"Master... Master, he..."
The two men, who had been kicked and were out of breath, could only speak intermittently.
"Sigh~"
Seeing his two eldest disciples, who had followed him in cultivating Daoism for so many years, in such a wretched state, Uncle Nine felt utterly humiliated.
"Again!"
Qiu Sheng heard his master's sigh. He also had his pride, and as a normal person, he was already losing his temper at this moment.
Of course, this excludes Wen Cai, who had already slowly moved behind Uncle Nine and started to curry favor with him.
Qiu Sheng took a deep breath, picked up the copper coin sword that had fallen to the side, and rushed forward to fight the evil Daoist again.
This time, Qiu Sheng seemed to be doing quite well, fighting the evil Daoist priest to a standstill.
Furthermore, as Qiu Sheng gradually became familiar with it, he was able to unleash the power of the copper coin sword, occasionally striking the demonic Daoist with a few blows, causing the demonic Daoist to emit smoke.
Qiu Sheng didn't fare much better; his face was bruised and swollen, though his clothes covered it up so it wasn't obvious, but he probably wasn't in much better shape either.
There was always a gap between the two, and in the end, Qiu Sheng was outmaneuvered by several moves and was ultimately defeated.
Fortunately, Uncle Nine was there to catch him, preventing his injuries from worsening.
Uncle Nine slowly placed Qiu Sheng on the ground and instructed Wen Cai, who was standing nearby, "Take good care of Qiu Sheng."
"Master..." Qiu Sheng looked at Uncle Nine with a dejected expression after being knocked back again.
"Not bad!" Uncle Nine praised.
"Haha! Lin Jiu, you didn't stop me after all. In just this short time, do you think Ren Fa is still alive, and what about your little apprentice with his delicate skin? Hahaha~"
The evil Daoist interrupted their deep master-disciple bond, mocking them as he retreated. Seeing that his Uncle Nine was about to make a move, he knew he couldn't defeat him and also decided to leave.
"Want to leave? Did I agree to that?"
Uncle Nine spread his five fingers, and instantly a fire dragon cut off the demon's retreat.
"Lin Jiu, aren't you going back to check on your little apprentice? I'm warning you, if you're any slower, he might be dead!"
Seeing that Uncle Nine wouldn't let him leave, the evil Daoist could only warn him.
You should worry about yourself first!
Why are you so determined to target Ren Fa and his family?
Uncle Nine ignored the demonic Daoist's warnings and simply asked the questions that were on his mind.
"Their whole family deserves to die! Ren Weiyong is a good-for-nothing! In life, he was a bully who relied on his power! Even as a zombie, he's still a useless piece of trash who can't even kill a human!"
The moment the Ren Fa family was mentioned, the evil Daoist's eyes turned red, as if he wanted to drink their blood and eat their flesh.
"So you're that fortune teller?" Uncle Nine finally understood, combining the altered "Dragonfly-Touching-Water Feng Shui Site" feng shui with the subsequent interpretation.
Only the fortune teller didn't want Ren Fa's family to have a good life.
"That's my father! That burial site originally belonged to him, but he knew he didn't have much time left, so he chose the 'Dragonfly-Touching-Water Feng Shui Site."
"But Ren Weiyong also coveted that tomb. In order to obtain the 'Dragonfly-Touching-Water Feng Shui Site, he even had my father's legs broken. In the end, we had no choice but to give the site to the Ren family."
The fortune teller's son, who was also the sorcerer, grew increasingly resentful as he spoke, finally uttering the words "Ren family" through gritted teeth.
"Although Ren Weiyong was wrong in what he did, you cannot do such a heinous thing. The children are innocent; you have already fallen into the evil path."
Uncle Nine's eyes revealed regret; a perfectly good fortune teller and feng shui master had actually fallen into the demonic path because of hatred.
"Haha! Because of this incident, my father died suddenly in the wilderness, and for the past twenty years I've lived a life of hardship, sleeping in the open and surrounded by poisonous insects. It's all because of the Ren family!"
Seeing the pitying look in Uncle Nine, the demonic Daoist became even more insane.
He doesn't need anyone to pity him now; they're all a bunch of scoundrels who aided and abetted evil. He wants all the rich people in the world to die a horrible death!
"If that Dragonfly-Touching-Water Feng Shui Site were my father, would I be in this state? So what if Ren Fa has some money? I'd like to see what the Ren family is like without it!"
As the demonic Daoist spoke, he seemed to have already imagined that scene, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Master has gone mad." Wen Cai tugged at Uncle Nine's sleeve fearfully.
"Sigh~ There's no point in saying more. I hope you'll be a good person in your next life."
After Uncle Nine finished speaking, he summoned heavenly lightning, and instantly a bolt of blue lightning struck the feng shui master's son.
Knowing he had no chance of survival, he simply opened his arms and quietly awaited death.
In his daze, he seemed to have returned to his childhood, walking the streets and alleys with his father, telling fortunes and predicting good and bad omens for people.
A few seconds later, there was no trace of the sorcerer left.
"Let's go, we should check if your junior brother has resolved his issue."
After seeing that the person behind him had been dealt with, Uncle Nine turned around and walked towards Lin Yu.
Seeing this, Wen Cai quickly helped Qiu Sheng, who had recovered, and they slowly followed Uncle Nine.
"Master, are we really not worried about Junior Brother?" Wen Cai still cared about Lin Yu; the first thing he thought of after his own crisis was over was Lin Yu.
"Even if we all die, your junior brother will be fine. He's incredibly capable! Why are you worrying about him?" Uncle Nine glared at Wen Cai speechlessly. If anything had happened, where would he have left them?
As he left, he sensed that the evil Daoist had placed several small zombies around him, which would emerge and wreak havoc once the Daoist lured him away.
"Master, do you think we'll end up like those feng shui masters?"
Qiu Sheng recalled the scene just now, and there was still a hint of lingering fear in his eyes.
He feared that one day his master would also be forced into this situation by those in power and influence.
Qiu Sheng couldn't help but wonder if he should avenge his master.
Snap! Snap!
"What nonsense are you thinking about!" Uncle Nine could tell from their unfocused eyes what bad things they were thinking.
One person slapped the back of the head, and the two of them were jolted awake.
"If you two don't cultivate properly, even if you die, your master won't."
"Don't let me, an old man with white hair, send off your young children."
Looking at his two apprentices, one dull and clueless and the other lazy and disrespectful to ghosts and gods, Uncle Nine couldn't help but doubt his previous judgment.
"Hehe~ Master, I heard from Junior Brother that since you became a 'Innate Human Race,' you no longer have to worry about lifespan. Don't think we don't know; by then, you'll still have black hair while we'll already have white hair~"
Although Qiu Sheng is very weak now, he still can't stop himself from acting like a jerk.
"Did your junior brother ever tell you that I hit really hard?"
Uncle Nine was speechless, his hands involuntarily clenching.
"No, you've never hit Junior Brother. He's such a well-behaved boy..."
As Qiu Sheng was speaking, Wen Cai stopped him.
Because he could see from the corner of his eye that several vines were already floating behind Uncle Nine.
Judging from his posture, it looked like he might strike at any moment.