After receiving the money, Taoist Priest Four-Eyes' expression immediately softened. Smiling, he quickly stashed the pouch away, afraid Uncle Nine might snatch it from him.
Uncle Nine saw his movement and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth in pain.
100 Silver Dollar—that was nearly a year's worth of savings.
And Ling Xiao just gave it away like that!?
Still, his disciple was at fault, and there was no way around it.
If it had been him paying, stingy as he was, he would've offered no more than 40 Silver Dollar at most.
"Ow, Senior Brother, you really hit hard! That hurt like hell! I think my face is ruined!"
At that moment, Qiu Sheng came over, clutching his swollen face, looking utterly aggrieved.
"Hmph! Of all things to impersonate, you chose a Zombie. You're lucky I didn't beat you to death!"
Uncle Nine's face darkened as he snorted and snapped at Qiu Sheng.
Qiu Sheng shrank back in fear.
"Come, let me treat you."
Just then, Ling Xiao spoke and placed his right hand gently on Qiu Sheng's shoulder.
"Senior Brother, wait, don't!!"
Qiu Sheng's face turned pale, thinking Ling Xiao was about to beat him again.
WHOOOOM!!!!
Suddenly, a formless surge of energy gushed out from Ling Xiao's palm like a flood.
In an instant, Qiu Sheng felt his entire body relax and a wave of comfort wash over him.
"Ahhh… that feels amazing!!!"
Qiu Sheng shuddered and couldn't help but exclaim.
"This… how is this possible?!"
Uncle Nine and Taoist Priest Four-Eyes both looked stunned.
They clearly saw that the swelling on Qiu Sheng's face was rapidly disappearing. Within seconds, his pig-headed look vanished, and his handsome face was fully restored.
Even the tooth Ling Xiao had kicked out had regrown.
"Hiss... What kind of Daoist technique is this? How could it have such a miraculous effect?!"
Taoist Priest Four-Eyes couldn't hold back his shock.
"Could it be the legendary Scripture Opening Mystic Incantation? No, that technique does have healing powers, but not this strong—not at the Human Master Realm level."
Uncle Nine was equally stunned.
"Huh? It doesn't hurt anymore? Senior Brother, what spell was that? Can you teach me?"
Qiu Sheng, feeling fully healed, looked excitedly at Ling Xiao.
"You should reach the Human Master Realm first. It's been years, and you haven't even gotten through the entry stage. You still can't draw a basic Evil-Suppressing Talisman, and now you're thinking about this?
If you're still not a Human Master Realm cultivator by the time you turn twenty, you'll be expelled from the sect!"
Ling Xiao said seriously.
"Ahem, Senior Brother is right."
Qiu Sheng laughed awkwardly after being scolded.
"Ling Xiao, what spell was that just now? How is it so powerful?"
Uncle Nine asked, puzzled. He could sense a righteous and pure energy emanating from Ling Xiao just now.
It definitely wasn't some kind of evil spell.
Taoist Priest Four-Eyes also looked on curiously.
"Master, I had a dream a few nights ago. In the dream, an old man told me he was the ancestor of our Daoist sect, and he taught me some techniques.
This Healing Spell was one of them. Today was my first time using it—I didn't expect it to be this strong."
Ling Xiao casually made up an excuse.
But upon hearing this, Uncle Nine and Taoist Priest Four-Eyes exchanged a look of utter shock.
"A dream transmission?!"
They both gasped in unison.
You see, in sects like Mount Mao, a rare few prodigies would sometimes receive transmissions from their sect's ancestors—some through sudden realization, others through dreams.
This wasn't just superstition; it was a phenomenon recorded throughout Mount Mao's history.
"A dream transmission? That must be it!"
Ling Xiao nodded slightly. He had read all of Uncle Nine's Mount Mao texts several times over since childhood.
Coming up with a plausible excuse was nothing to him.
"Senior Brother, what about Wen Cai? He's not dead, right?"
Meanwhile, Qiu Sheng had walked over to check on Wen Cai and called out to Ling Xiao.
"He's fine. Just scared stiff."
Ling Xiao replied, a little speechless, and placed his right hand on Wen Cai's head.
Qiu Sheng watched curiously.
WHOOOOMMMMM!!!!!
With the powerful energy of the Healing Spell, Wen Cai quickly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw… was Qiu Sheng's Zombie face.
"AHHH! A ZOMBIE!!!"
He screamed and fainted again on the spot. Even Uncle Nine was left speechless by the scene.
What kind of disciples had he accepted?
Fainting from fear of a Zombie—was Wen Cai the once-in-several-centuries prodigy of Mount Mao?
"Alright, Senior Brother, I should take my leave now."
Just then, Taoist Priest Four-Eyes spoke cheerfully.
"Huh? Not staying for a couple days?"
Uncle Nine was caught off guard by his sudden departure.
"Yes, Uncle, you should rest a bit longer."
"Yeah, Uncle, you just got here!"
Ling Xiao and Qiu Sheng both tried to persuade him.
"Next time, perhaps. I've got to go compensate those clients and then take another job. Since I'm already out here, I can't go back empty-handed. Senior Brother, Nephews, farewell!"
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