Hearing that the 100 Silver Dollar reward was gone, Qiu Sheng immediately sighed in disappointment and called out to Wen Cai.
"Forget the firewood. I'll handle Awei's body myself! There's no glutinous rice left in Potter's Field—go up to the town and buy more!"
At that moment, Ling Xiao spoke up and casually tossed out ten Silver Dollar.
"Alright, alright! We'll be back soon!!"
"Haha! We're rich!"
Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng instantly became excited after catching the Silver Dollar, then ran off gleefully.
"What? Awei is dead!?"
When Ren Fa heard Ling Xiao's words, he was stunned.
"Yes, Father. Cousin came to my house after he heard you were dead."
Ren Tingting nodded.
"It was an accident, really."
Uncle Nine also explained helplessly how Awei was ambushed by the Zombie.
"Hmph! I knew that brat was up to no good. Usually, he dodges responsibilities left and right, but now that he thought I was dead, he suddenly got enthusiastic. Clearly, he had his eyes on my inheritance.
Good thing I was only faking my death this time. Otherwise, both Tingting and the family estate would've been swindled by him!"
Having heard his daughter and Uncle Nine's account, the cunning Master Ren instantly saw through Awei's little scheme.
He snorted coldly, not showing even the slightest grief over his nephew's death.
"He's been infected by corpse poison anyway. I'll make the call—just cremate him. I'll handle informing his family."
Master Ren made a swift decision.
After all, these past two days had made it clear that Zombies always went after their family members first upon rising. If Awei turned into a Zombie, their own family would be in danger.
"In that case, I'll take care of it now."
Without hesitation, Ling Xiao walked over to Awei's corpse and struck it with a palm.
Boom!!!!!!
In an instant, golden flames burst from his palm.
The fire immediately engulfed Awei's body.
"Controlling fire from thin air!? Has Ling Xiao mastered the power of Heaven and Earth's Fire Element?"
Uncle Nine was stunned.
Back when his senior brother Shi Jian mastered the power of Thunder, the entire Mount Mao had been thrilled—elders from across the land had even returned in excitement.
After all, anyone who could control elemental power was considered a super prodigy, let alone someone wielding Thunder.
And now, Ling Xiao had actually mastered the power of Fire. Though not as rare as Thunder, when combined with Ling Xiao's superior cultivation and Zombie-Raising talent, his overall gifts far surpassed Shi Jian's.
Of course, he didn't know that Ling Xiao's flame was actually Heavenly Fire—not ordinary fire.
Its level wasn't below Thunder at all. In fact, it might even be stronger!
"Amazing! He really conjured flames from nowhere!"
Master Ren was equally shocked. He never imagined Ling Xiao could summon fire with just a wave of his hand—this was real Taoist magic!
As for Ling Xiao, the raging fire soon reduced Awei's body to ashes.
"Well then, Master, I'll head back now."
Seeing the matter settled, Ling Xiao turned to Uncle Nine.
"Alright. But escort Master Ren and the others home first. I'll stay and perform a ritual to disperse the yin energy lingering here!
This Yamen has seen its fair share of deaths."
Uncle Nine nodded and glanced around at the surrounding yin energy, then spoke solemnly.
Awei and his militia were no saints—many suspects had been beaten to death here over the years.
Some were truly guilty, but many were innocent. As a result, heavy resentment had accumulated in the area.
"True. It's high time for a ritual here. Otherwise, something sinister might form."
Ling Xiao opened his Yin-Yang Eyes and saw the overwhelming resentment. He nodded seriously.
"Yes, yes! It's late at night. We're really troubling Taoist Priest Ling Xiao!"
Master Ren was deeply moved and quickly expressed his gratitude.
Ren Tingting also looked at Ling Xiao with hopeful eyes.
"No trouble at all. Let's go."
Ling Xiao nodded and then left the Yamen with Ren Fa and Ren Tingting.
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Meanwhile, elsewhere...
Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng were pedaling their bicycles toward Renjia Town.
"Wow, senior brother really went all out—he gave us ten Silver Dollar! This is amazing, Qiu Sheng!"
The bowl-cut Wen Cai grinned foolishly.
"Yeah! A big sack of glutinous rice only costs two Silver Dollar at most. That leaves us with four Silver Dollar each!"
Qiu Sheng was beaming as well.
"Four Silver Dollar! That's our entire month's allowance! Hey, you think senior brother won't scold us?"
Wen Cai was thrilled but suddenly remembered the money came from Ling Xiao.
"What's there to be afraid of? Senior brother catches ghosts all the time—he's got loads of money. Besides, if he gave us that much, he must've meant to.
Relax!"
Qiu Sheng was completely unconcerned.
The two soon reached the town. Since it was the middle of the night, the streets were deserted.
Fortunately, the rice shop in town had a long-standing partnership with Uncle Nine, so they were allowed to buy even at night.
Generally, every Taoist would have a trusted rice shop partner, to ensure the purity of glutinous rice. Otherwise, like in the original story, adulterated rice would cause serious problems.
In the original, the rice shop in town had been looted, so Qiu Sheng had to go to the neighboring town instead.
At this moment, a cold wind stirred quietly through the deserted streets.
"Help! He's harassing me!!"
Suddenly, a girl's scream rang out from an alley up ahead.
"Something's up!!"
Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng exchanged glances and quickly jumped off their bikes, running toward the sound.
As they reached the alley entrance, they saw an old man reaching out toward a frightened young woman.
Because they were behind him, they couldn't see the terror on the old man's face—it looked like he was being controlled.
"Whoa! Isn't that Old Wang, the night watchman!? I didn't think he was that kind of person!"
Wen Cai was dumbfounded by the sight.
"This is outrageous!"
Qiu Sheng growled and charged forward, leaping up and kicking Old Wang squarely in the back.
"Ow!!!!"
With a heavy thud, Old Wang was sent flying several meters into a pile of trash.
"In broad daylight—well, night—but still! Old Wang, how dare you harass an innocent woman!?"
Qiu Sheng stood protectively in front of the female ghost Xiaoyu and shouted angrily at Old Wang.
"Ow, no! It's this woman who—"
Old Wang clutched his waist and tried to explain in a panic.
"Shut it! One more word and we'll beat you up!"
Wen Cai arrived and yelled fiercely.
"I'm leaving, I'm leaving!!"
Terrified, Old Wang scrambled to his feet and stumbled away.
"Miss, are you alright?"
Qiu Sheng turned back and asked Xiaoyu with concern.
"I'm fine, young master. Thank you for saving me."
Xiaoyu looked shyly at Qiu Sheng.
"No problem. Upholding justice is our duty!"
Qiu Sheng grinned smugly.
"By the way, where do you live? It's so late—how about I walk you home? If something happens again, it could be dangerous."
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