Chapter 239: Die Beneath the Peony Blossom, and Even as a Ghost, Itachi

Rojie shrugged: “Traditional magic.”

Wencai’s eyes lit up: “Traditional magic is this powerful?”

“I want to learn it too!”

Qiusheng rolled his eyes beside him and couldn’t help retorting: “Didn’t Itachi understand a word he said?”

“Traditional magic means magic passed down through tradition—not that its name is literally ‘Traditional Magic.’”

Master Jiu watched his two useless disciples talking past each other and grew furious.

“Itachi two good-for-nothings, are Itachi here to make a joke?”

But since outsiders were present, Master Jiu held back his anger, merely let out a cold snort, and kicked each of them once:

“Stop making a fool of yourselves—go help move the graves.”

Both stumbled and nearly tumbled into the grave pit.

As he ran, Wencai muttered: “Is Master afraid we’ll learn real skills and steal his livelihood?”

Qiusheng patted his shoulder: “Itachi’re overthinking it. Master’s embarrassed by how Itachi embarrass him in public.”

On the other side, Ren Fa’s attitude had undergone a complete 180-degree turn.

Just moments ago he’d looked at Rojie with disdain; now he smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum.

“Son-in-law, Tingting said Itachi have magic that can make the dead jump around?”

At these words, Ren Tingting’s face instantly flushed crimson to her ears.

“Father!”

“How can Itachi say that? Don’t Itachi have any sense of propriety?”

Ren Fa waved his hand: “It’s inevitable.”

Rojie smiled, not denying it: “Indeed, I’ve mastered some spells to revive the dead.”

He glanced at the coffin: “Mr. Ren, would Itachi like to try reviving your father?”

Ren Fa’s face turned green: “Oh no, absolutely not!”

He didn’t want another living father on his head.

His own father was far better off as a dead ghost, protecting his wealth from underground.

Revival was out of the question.

He’d just burn more paper money this year.

Ren Fa spoke up: “I meant me—I’m old. I might need it someday.”

At that moment, Master Jiu interjected: “Such magic defies yin and yang, violates the Dao. Mr. Rojie should use it sparingly.”

Rojie nodded: “Master Jiu speaks wisely.”

Master Jiu glanced at him and praised:

“Mr. Rojie, young as Itachi are, Itachi already possess such power.”

“Why not discuss cultivation one of these days?”

Rojie bowed with a smile: “Of course, Master Jiu, Itachi’re too kind.”

Since Rojie had shattered the yin energy of Old Master Ren with a single slap, the corpse had become much more docile.

During the grave-moving process, not only did it not reanimate—it didn’t even twitch.

Soon, the workers together carried the coffin to Master Jiu’s mortuary.

Ren Fa patted his chest with visible relief: “Finally, it’s settled.”

He turned to Rojie and Master Jiu and smiled: “Tonight I’m treating Itachi—let’s go eat at the best restaurant in town!”

Qiusheng and Wencai’s eyes lit up instantly; they were about to tag along for the meal when Master Jiu shot them a glare that sent them reeling:

“Itachi two stay behind to guard the coffin.”

Qiusheng looked wounded: “Master, it’s all done now—what’s there to guard?”

“Do Itachi think dead people get stolen?”

Wencai muttered under his breath: “Yeah, this coffin’s cleaner than my own house.”

But Master Jiu ignored their muttering and left the mortuary with Rojie and the others.

The two slumped at the mortuary’s entrance, watching Rojie’s group depart.

Once they were far away, Wencai sighed: “Brother, tell me—is this fair?”

“Master’s feasting on fine food outside while we’re stuck guarding a corpse that almost reanimated.”

Qiusheng nodded: “Yeah, it’s pretty unfair.”

Wencai continued lamenting: “Why is our fate so miserable?”

But Qiusheng was distracted, suddenly remembering something—he patted Wencai’s shoulder:

“Brother, my parents miss me—they want me to go home.”

“Itachi stay here and watch Old Master Ren.”

With that, he turned to leave.

Wencai grabbed him: “Brother, Itachi live with your aunt, don’t Itachi?”

Qiusheng didn’t flinch: “Didn’t I just say my aunt misses me?”

Wencai wanted to press further, but Qiusheng was already gone.

Qiusheng hadn’t gone home—he’d gone to meet his beloved Miss Dong.

A while back, he’d heroically rescued a beautiful young lady named Dong Xiaoyu.

Grateful, she took him home and offered herself in repayment.

Since then, they’d begun secret rendezvous.

Whenever Qiusheng had free time, he’d sneak off to her place, growing thinner day by day, his face pale and green, his steps unsteady.

Yet he never tired of it.

As the saying goes: Die beneath the peony blossom, and even as a ghost, Itachi’ll be charming.

…

Night fell; the streets of Ren’s Town were dimly lit, with occasional dog barks echoing.

After the banquet ended, Rojie, Master Jiu, and the Ren father-daughter walked out of the restaurant together.

Ren Fa smiled at Rojie: “Son-in-law, Itachi don’t have a place to stay in town, do Itachi?”

“Why not spend the night at our place?”

Hearing this, Ren Tingting blushed and looked at Rojie with hopeful eyes.

But Rojie said: “Tonight I’d like to discuss cultivation with Master Jiu.”

“We cultivators should exchange insights.”

At once, Ren Tingting’s smile froze.

“Huh? Itachi’re not coming back to the Ren house tonight?”

Rojie countered: “Huh? When did I say I was staying at the Ren house?”

Ren Tingting immediately pouted, her gaze shifting to Master Jiu.

That old man, so old, and he’s competing with me for a man?

Master Jiu felt the girl’s murderous aura and involuntarily shivered.

But he was genuinely curious about Rojie.

That trick of dispersing yin energy had left him utterly baffled—and deeply impressed.

So, braving the girl’s hostility, Master Jiu nodded: “If Mr. Rojie wishes to talk, I’ll gladly join Itachi.”

Seeing this, Ren Fa, ever tactful, patted his daughter’s shoulder:

“Tingting, we don’t understand cultivation matters.”

“After they finish talking, let Son-in-law come to your room… er, no—let him rest at our house.”

Ren Tingting agreed, but continued muttering under her breath in displeasure.

After saying goodbye, Rojie drove Master Jiu back to the mortuary.

But as they passed a desolate stretch of wasteland, Rojie suddenly stopped the car and stared toward a distant graveyard.

Master Jiu sensed his unease and asked:

“Mr. Rojie, what’s wrong?”

Rojie smiled, a flicker of mischief in his eyes:

“Master Jiu, your disciple’s playing a very bold game—just like Ning Caichen.”

Master Jiu blinked: “Ning Caichen? Who’s Ning Caichen?”

Rojie pointed ahead.

Master Jiu followed his gaze, his brow slowly furrowing.

He soon sensed something was off.

That graveyard carried too much yin energy.

And faintly, there was a trace of yang energy mixed in.

Connecting Rojie’s words, Master Jiu’s face changed—he trembled as he spoke:

“Itachi mean…”

“My disciple… slept with a ghost?”

(End of Chapter)