"Ding! Eliminated female ghost, gained 100 merit points."
At this moment, Xu Yan's mind was filled with the system's prompt, bringing him back to reality.
So his golden finger was indeed related to capturing demons and ghosts.
"Master, what's wrong?"
Withdrawing his hand, Xu Yan was puzzled as his master kept staring at his wound. Was there something unusual about it?
However, this female ghost was too weak. Touching him was like getting an electric shock, and then she was swiftly dispatched.
"Don't move."
Uncle Ninth took out a purple talisman from his pocket and pasted it onto Xu Yan's wound. Xu Yan could only let him do as he pleased.
"Sizzle~~~"
Unexpectedly, when the purple talisman touched Xu Yan's wound, several arcs of electricity emerged, causing Uncle Ninth, who was holding the talisman, to tremble, obviously shocked by electricity.
What kind of talisman was this, generating electricity!
"Just as I thought! Just as I thought!!!"
To Xu Yan's astonishment, Uncle Ninth suddenly burst into laughter, collecting the still-sparking talisman, not caring at all if he would be paralyzed by the electricity.
The female ghost was unusually weak. From her appearance to her demise, it took less than a minute, excluding the waiting time. Everything became simpler from then on.
With the female ghost eliminated, the villagers felt relieved and began to bury the victims. Of course, the coffins were still adorned with the talismans gifted by Uncle Ninth. These people had been killed by ghosts, and improper handling of their bodies could lead to problems.
The reward was also generous, amounting to three silver dollars.
Under normal circumstances, Uncle Ninth would surely be delighted. But now, he didn't care about how much money he got. He grabbed Xu Yan and hurried away.
What was going on?
Although they hadn't been together for long, Xu Yan knew that Uncle Ninth was not the type to laugh often, let alone laugh heartily. But along the way, he had secretly noticed that Uncle Ninth had laughed several times, making him feel uneasy.
At dawn, the two returned to the Yizhuang overnight, just as Wen Cai woke up, saving the trouble of knocking.
Uncle Ninth pulled Xu Yan all the way to the ancestral hall, stood before the spirit tablet of their ancestors, picked up a small knife on the table, causing Xu Yan to have a sudden sinking feeling, accompanied by an ominous premonition.
"Master, what are you doing?"
Wen Cai, who didn't understand the situation, asked with a yawn.
"Don't interrupt."
Uncle Ninth glared at him, and Wen Cai was immediately scared awake, not understanding what he had done to anger his master.
As for Xu Yan, one of the parties involved, he was even more confused.
After burning incense to the ancestors and kneeling in sincere prayer, Uncle Ninth took a bowl, poured water into it, and said to Xu Yan:
"Your master needs your blood for a purpose. Don't worry."
With a flash of the sharp knife, Xu Yan felt a pain in his finger, and his blood dripped into the bowl.
"That's enough."
Uncle Ninth released Xu Yan's finger, allowing him to deal with the wound. He picked up the nearby eight-trigram mirror, closed his eyes, chanted some incantations that Xu Yan couldn't understand, and then covered the bowl with the mirror.
"Sizzle."
The eight-trigram mirror covered the porcelain bowl, and a purple light lit up in the mirror. Then, with a sizzle, it was like there was electricity in the bowl. Uncle Ninth was delighted and exclaimed excitedly:
"Just as I thought, just as I thought."
He took out the previous purple talisman and pasted it onto the eight-trigram mirror. After the purple light disappeared, Uncle Ninth carefully stored the talisman and placed the eight-trigram mirror aside.
To everyone's surprise, Xu Yan's blood, which had dripped into the porcelain bowl, had disappeared!!
"Cough, cough!! Don't be afraid."
It took Uncle Ninth a moment to realize his loss of composure. He coughed and replaced the expression on his face with seriousness. He turned to look at Xu Yan and said:
"Just now, I was only testing your constitution and had no other intentions. I didn't expect you to be born with a Thunder Spirit Constitution. That's why the female ghost, when touching your blood, was affected like being hit by a Purple Lightning Talisman."
Was the Purple Lightning Talisman the purple one?
"Constitution? Is it an Indigenous Root?"
What was this born-with Thunder Spirit Constitution? It felt like the Indigenous Root in cultivating immortality, so mysterious. Upon hearing this, Uncle Ninth paused and said, "You can think of it that way too."
"As I said last night, the celestial qi is gradually becoming sparse, and those who cultivate progress slowly. But there are also some special beings, like you."
"The Thunder Spirit Constitution is naturally suited for cultivation. With suitable martial arts and body refinement techniques, one's strength progresses rapidly and naturally suppresses all demons, ghosts, and monsters.
Take your elder martial uncle as an example. Although he doesn't have a Thunder Spirit Constitution, he is compatible with our school's Lightning Thunder Fist, and his cultivation is formidable. Ordinary ghosts and monsters turn to ash upon touching him. Unfortunately, he has a heavy killing intent."
Now Xu Yan understood. He had a born-with Thunder Spirit Constitution, suitable for cultivating special martial arts and fist techniques in this area, and his cultivation speed far exceeded ordinary people!
He had strong suppression against ghosts, demons, zombies, and could easily eliminate them.
"So, if I learn that Lightning Thunder Fist, will I become as powerful as my elder martial uncle?"
Uncle Ninth's eldest martial brother was known for his Lightning Thunder Fist. Although he had bad intentions, his strength was unparalleled, and eliminating ghosts with his Lightning Thunder Fist was incredibly simple.
Xu Yan remembered a movie where Shi Jian appeared, using his Lightning Thunder Fist to summon lightning, turning all ghosts that touched it into ash.
"Yes."
Uncle Ninth nodded and corrected, "More accurately, you will be even stronger because your elder martial uncle can only cultivate the Lightning Thunder Fist and cannot practice our school's unique martial arts."
"So, will my junior martial brother soar to great heights?"
Wen Cai exclaimed in surprise.
Uncle Ninth's face darkened, glaring at him. "What are you talking about? Go clean up. You always think about useless things all day."
"Oh."
After being scolded, Wen Cai dared not say anything and left the ancestral hall to do chores.
"Sigh."
Uncle Ninth sighed. He couldn't discipline this disciple and could only hope that he would be kind-hearted and accumulate merit, so that he could be reborn into a good family in his next life. As for cultivation, there was no hope.
"Xu Yan, do you sincerely wish to join our Maoshan sect?"
Uncle Ninth looked at him sternly.
Qiusheng, Wen Cai, and Xu Yan were all Uncle Ninth's disciples. But based on the current situation, they seemed to be outer disciples in the novel, dispensable and ready to leave at any time.
"Disciple is willing."
Xu Yan was curious about how powerful he would become if he cultivated the corresponding martial arts and Lightning Thunder Fist, and whether he would surpass his master.
"Very well. Burn incense to the ancestors and kneel in sincere prayer."
The necessary procedures must be followed. After everything was over, Uncle Ninth took Xu Yan into his bedroom and took out a small box from a small compartment in the bedroom. Inside the box were several books.
"From today onward, I will teach you the Lightning Thunder Fist and the Thunder Mantra. I hope you will cultivate diligently, without distraction, and do not violate our sect's rules. Also, do not follow in the footsteps of your elder martial uncle."
"Disciple will keep this in mind and will not disappoint you, master."
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