His explanation was half true, half false. In reality, not to mention a severely weakened Old Master Ren—even if Old Master Ren and the evil Taoist were at full strength, they still wouldn't stand a chance against Ling Xiao.
Even if their strength increased by two or three minor realms, they would still be no match for Ling Xiao.
But in front of Uncle Nine, Ling Xiao chose to hide his true power.
The main reason was that he practiced the Zombie-Raising Path.
If he cultivated in any other way, he wouldn't be concerned. But this particular path was far too sensitive—it could easily be labeled as demonic cultivation.
That would cause endless trouble.
Historically, many cultivators of the Zombie-Raising Path had been branded as evil and hunted down by the entire Daoist world.
Ling Xiao didn't care much about that for himself, but he was Uncle Nine's disciple. If the truth were exposed, Uncle Nine and even Mount Mao would be dragged into the mess.
"I see. Even so, being able to carve a Demon-Suppressing Spirit-Locking Seal at the First Heaven of the Earth Master Realm makes your talent the greatest in Daoism for the past several centuries.
If you add the Yin-Yang Eyes to that, your future is limitless!"
Upon hearing Ling Xiao's explanation, Uncle Nine was somewhat disappointed but also relieved.
Even if Ling Xiao wasn't at the Eighth Heaven of the Earth Master Realm, reaching the First Heaven at fifteen meant becoming a Heavenly Master Realm cultivator in the future would be a walk in the park.
After all, Heavenly Master Realm cultivators were already considered top-tier experts in the current cultivation world.
"No matter how talented I am, I'm still your disciple, Master!"
Hearing Uncle Nine's words, Ling Xiao grinned and flattered him with a line.
"Hmph? That's right. No matter how strong you get, you still have to call me Master!"
Uncle Nine proudly lifted his chin.
"Oh no! Captain Awei is dead!!"
Just then, Wen Cai, who had been wandering about, suddenly shouted and ran out of the prison cell in fear, hiding behind Uncle Nine.
"Cousin!?"
Upon hearing Wen Cai's words, Ren Tingting's face turned pale. Although she disliked her cousin, he was still her mother's relative.
"Useless fool. Scared by a corpse?"
Uncle Nine scolded Wen Cai angrily. His good mood immediately vanished.
Ling Xiao's excellence was mostly due to his own efforts, but the other two disciples reflected more accurately on Uncle Nine's teaching abilities.
"Awei was killed by a Zombie. Go get some firewood. Once his family confirms it, we'll cremate him."
Uncle Nine gave the order to Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng.
"Yes, Master!"
Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng responded and prepared to fetch firewood.
"Oh right, Master—what about Master Ren's body? Should we burn that too?"
Suddenly, Qiu Sheng recalled Master Ren's corpse and pointed toward it curiously.
"Nonsense! Master Ren isn't dead! Are you trying to commit murder!?"
Uncle Nine immediately snapped at him.
"Not dead? Master, his neck's practically broken—how is he still alive?"
Qiu Sheng was stunned. He hurried over to check and was sure Master Ren was indeed dead.
"Master Ren is in a state of feigned death caused by your senior brother's secret technique. He shouldn't be dead!"
Uncle Nine walked over to inspect. Honestly, even he had doubts.
With such a severe injury, could someone really still be alive?
"Taoist Priest Ling Xiao, hurry and wake my father!"
Ren Tingting suddenly remembered her father was still lying on the ground and grew anxious.
"No problem!"
Ling Xiao nodded and took out a set of silver needles from his robe.
For a Taoist, silver needles were a must-have tool.
He pulled out one needle—
Buzz!!!
A surge of dense True Qi enveloped the needle, causing it to glow with white light.
Swish!!!!
In a flash, Ling Xiao's right hand struck down.
The needle pierced Master Ren's head.
Swish swish swish swish!!!
Ling Xiao continued at lightning speed.
One needle after another fell like raindrops upon Master Ren's body.
The True Qi from the needles immediately spread across Master Ren's body.
The once corpse-purple skin began to regain a healthy flush at a visible speed.
"Whoa! What a miraculous technique!"
Uncle Nine was stunned by Ling Xiao's actions.
In his ten-plus years of studying Taoism at Mount Mao, he had never heard of such an amazing ability—not even among the Heavenly Master Realm powerhouses.
Then Ling Xiao slowly placed his hand on Master Ren's neck.
"Healing Spell!!!"
With a single thought—
A bright green light burst from his palm and flowed rapidly into Master Ren's neck.
Under everyone's shocked gazes, the terrifying wound on Master Ren's neck rapidly healed.
Cough cough cough!!!!
Suddenly, Master Ren began coughing violently.
"Where… am I?"
Master Ren opened his eyes in a daze and sat up.
"Dad, are you okay!?"
Ren Tingting rushed to his side anxiously.
"I'm fine!"
Master Ren waved his hand.
"Huh? Uncle Nine? Taoist Priest Ling Xiao? Where are we? What happened?"
Ren Fa finally noticed the two and remembered the plan from the night before.
"As promised, the Zombie and the Feng Shui master have both been eliminated."
Uncle Nine nodded with a smile.
"That's right, Dad. Both the Zombie and Grandpa have been dealt with."
Ren Tingting nodded excitedly.
"That's wonderful. We would've been doomed without the two of you. I'll be sure to repay your kindness properly!"
Ren Fa bowed his head in gratitude.
"Hehe, Master Ren, no need for all that. Just give us more Silver Dollar!"
Before Ren Fa could finish, Qiu Sheng grinned and spoke shamelessly.
"You rascal! Talking nonsense again? Go gather the firewood already!"
Uncle Nine's face turned red as he glared at Qiu Sheng.
"Come on now, Uncle Nine, don't say that. Little Taoist Master Qiu Sheng is right—saving a life is a greater favor than the sky itself! How about we raise the reward to 500 Silver Dollar? What do you say?"
Ren Fa didn't get angry—he stood and offered sincerely.
"Wow! 500 Silver Dollar! We've hit the jackpot!"
Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng exchanged a glance and were ecstatic.
"That's too much, Master Ren. We have fixed fees for exorcising ghosts and slaying monsters. Even though this case was serious, the standard is 100 Silver Dollar. We won't accept more."
Uncle Nine spoke firmly.
He might be stingy, but he would never tarnish Mount Mao's reputation by taking advantage.
And 100 Silver Dollar was already a lot—normally, he wouldn't earn that much in several months.
"That's right, Master Ren. The standard fee is enough."
Ling Xiao also smiled. To be honest, a few hundred Silver Dollar meant nothing to him now.
It wasn't worth breaking Mount Mao's rules over it.
The words of the two immediately won Ren Fa's deep respect.
"In that case, I won't insist. The payment will be delivered to Potter's Field by tomorrow!"
Ren Fa declared seriously.
"Sigh… there goes the Silver Dollar. Come on, Wen Cai—let's go gather firewood."
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