Chapter 113: Fox Borrowing the Tiger's Might

Chen Shicheng glanced at Hui Sye, who sat on the boy's shoulder scratching his ear and cheek without speaking, tapped his own mask — his intent to profit from the fire was obvious.

"I'll consider it, hurry up and act!"

Seeing the hostile looks of those in the main hall, Hui Sye grew so anxious he almost flew to Chen Shicheng's face, grabbing his hair to force him to act.

However, Chen Shicheng was not at all anxious.

Considering?

We've been considering this for half a month on the way with no conclusion; it's time to give a harsher dose.

Moreover, observing the situation in this county and Hui Sye's reaction, it's clear the Immortal Family definitely has a problem.

This child likely knows something, or perhaps his ancestors left a clue, which is why Hui Sye values him so much.

Now is the time to handle this well; such an opportunity may not come again.

"How can I help? Have you taught me the Horse Immortal's deity‑invocation skill?" Chen Shicheng sent via divine perception, speaking calmly, "I can't just step out and perform 'Sunset Behind the Mountains, Darkness Falls' for these people and claim I'm a Horse Immortal, with that kid as my disciple—that's unrealistic."

"You, me, him."

Hui Sye knew Chen Shicheng spoke the truth, and knew he was digging a pit for himself; precisely because of that, he felt even more depressed.

All along, Chen Shicheng's PUA hadn't been ineffective; Hui Sye actually felt a bit inclined to agree to reside in the mask.

But entering is easy—just nod—while getting out is hard; essentially it's a lifetime of unpaid labor.

Although after this time together it knows Chen Shicheng isn't heartless, pushing forward isn't a trade; it has been delaying to highlight its importance, hoping future days will be easier.

But who would have thought that near his hometown such an incident would occur, resulting in him being backed into a dead end and instantly controlled.

However, the issue now isn't who holds the initiative in this master‑servant relation, but how to protect the boy who alone knows the clue; Hui Sye can only grit his teeth and accept this major loss.

"As long as the corpse is buried in the ancestral land, I'll immediately agree to your demand—hurry up and act!"

"Why rush? Watch my signal and act later; keep the boy under control so he doesn't give himself away."

Chen Shicheng didn't act immediately, but turned his gaze to those in the main hall.

Since they've already pointed their spears at him, they won't let it go; surely someone will jump out.

Indeed, after a moment of silence, seeing the boy standing helplessly in place and Chen Shicheng saying nothing, they immediately began to mock and sneer.

"The Immortal Family has vanished for years; the Horse Immortal's lineage here is cut off—everyone in Huanglong Jun knows that. Now a tiny kid suddenly appears, trying to fool ghosts?"

"Hehe, my ancestors appeared in a dream last night, saying they'd cultivated into a ghost immortal, so I'll set up my own altar too."

"Come on, don't say that; the Horse Immortal himself has no special power—being an ordinary person is normal. Otherwise, let the kid invite an immortal to have a look."

"That's a good idea!"

"Excellent!"

Seeing the chaotic scene, the County Magistrate hurried forward, saying, "What you all say I also agree with; since everyone wants to see the Horse Immortal reappear in Huanglong Jun, let that child give a demonstration."

Frankly, being able to rise to the top of a county, he's well versed in the ways of office and doesn't want to get involved in this, even though yesterday those returning to the manor said that person's strength was extremely strong. After all, his son came back and recounted what happened, dismissing the masked person as worthless and saying the slaying of the demon was merely a coincidence.

Between the servants' and his son's accounts, the County Magistrate naturally chose to believe his only son.

But regardless of whether it was a coincidence, that masked person also killed the demon, so his ability is undoubtedly top‑tier among them.

But now the situation is that everyone is targeting that masked person; to quell the foreseeable disturbance, he can only steel himself and step forward.

Anyway, the difficulty lies with the child; it doesn't really involve the masked person.

"Since you all want to see, let me show you what a Horse Immortal is."

Under everyone's gaze, Chen Shicheng pushed the boy to the center of the main hall and gave Hui Sye a glance.

Hui Sye immediately understood, using Primordial Spirit to control the boy's flushed face, took over his body, and without a word began performing the classic shamanic dance for the crowd.

"Sunset behind the mountains, hey, sunset behind the mountains darkness falls, every household bolts their doors, the main road cuts off vehicles, the side road makes travel hard, magpies and cranes rush to the big tree."

The youth's unique duck‑like voice sang an eerie score, the yin‑yang‑inflected melody echoed in the main hall, giving a deeply earthy feeling.

As the song ended, the boy suddenly seemed to lose all strength, lowered his head and stood motionless in place for a long time.

Chen Shicheng's mouth twitched slightly; the Slaying Immortal Grand Formation was charging up.

The next second, the boy jerked his head up, his eyes vacant, staring ahead: "Hall disciple, what summons me?"

Although he is an underage child, his voice sounded unusually old and sharp, making those who had just been jumping feel a chill rise, as if the ambient temperature dropped several degrees.

And Chen Shicheng duly activated the Slaying Immortal Grand Formation, enveloping the whole main hall; its suppressive effect took hold.

Everyone within felt their bodies lighten, their overall strength suppressed by one‑tenth, producing a different kind of momentum‑suppressing effect.

Hui Sye controlled the boy's body, looked around, his tone gradually turning low: "When the Immortal Family deploys the Horse Immortal, they must slay ghosts and gods, dispel calamities—today I will slay those causing trouble!"

"You've got so many tricks?"

Chen Shicheng rolled his eyes inwardly, silently cooperating with Hui Sye.

An Evil Ghost Pill appeared behind the boy, nearly three meters tall, blocking much sunlight and casting those facing him into shadow.

Countless sword qi gathered in the air, all aimed at the person who had just been shouting the loudest.

The piercing aura of the Slaying Immortal Sword Intent made everyone present stare wide‑eyed, mouths agape, faces full of shock.

The targeted person was so frightened his liver and gallbladder felt split, like falling into an ice cave; droplets trickled down his pant legs to the floor, spreading a foul odor.

Just as Chen Shicheng hesitated whether to see blood and how to wrap up afterward, an elderly voice suddenly rang out, clearly trembling but still stronger than most.

"Infinite Heavenly Venerable! This Immortal Family's methods are superb, their strength formidable—I, a humble Daoist, admire them. Might I beg you to raise your hand and spare this donor? From now on I will offer incense daily, thanking the Immortal Family."

(End of chapter)