Chapter 84: Oh my god~~

Under the dead silent focus of the entire crowd, Celestial Master He Zhen stood alone in place, his lips moving soundlessly, unable to utter a single word.

He seemed as if all his bones had been pulled out, looking around blankly, not knowing how to end this situation.

Meanwhile, Celestial Master He Xun's fiery eyes were already locked firmly on He Zhen before him, just about to launch another attack.

But at this moment, Lu Yuan stepped forward, positioning himself in front of everyone.

His voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly cut through all the noise on the scene.

"First, return my immortal friend!"

How Celestial Master He Xun wanted to settle scores, whose cultivation he wanted to abolish, Lu Yuan had no interest in that right now.

For a cultivator, all one seeks is a clear and unobstructed mind.

Last night, Lu Yuan had already killed Zhao Bing.

As for whether Zhao Bing's master, Daoist Master Lingchen, deserved to have his cultivation abolished, Lu Yuan held no such obsession.

Of course, this was just Lu Yuan's feeling, it didn't represent Celestial Master He Xun's.

If Celestial Master He Xun insisted on abolishing Daoist Master Lingchen's cultivation, that was his business.

For Lu Yuan, there was only one thing right now: find Yellow Braised Chicken quickly!

He was truly afraid these two Celestial Masters would argue themselves into a rage, the situation completely spiraling out of control, making it even harder to find Yellow Braised Chicken.

His immortal friend staying in Biyu Temple for one more breath meant one more measure of danger.

Hearing Lu Yuan's ill-timed yet righteous and forceful words, Celestial Master He Zhen's old face wrinkled into a bitter gourd, full of the desire to cry but having no tears.

"Young friend, your immortal friend... this humble Daoist, this humble Daoist truly knows nothing about it..."

Lu Yuan's eyebrows shot up, growing a bit anxious.

"Then hurry up and look for it!"

"Go ask!"

He suddenly raised the Yellow Immortal Tribulation Knot in his hand, stained with an aura.

"This, was pulled from that Zhao Bing's body!"

"It might not prove with a hundred percent certainty that the person was captured by Zhao Bing, but this matter absolutely has something to do with him!"

After speaking, Lu Yuan's gaze swept past He Zhen, shooting like cold lightning towards Daoist Master Lingchen not far away, whose face was deathly pale and spirit unsettled.

"Go ask Zhao Bing's fellow disciples, you'll know as soon as you ask!"

"Moreover, I have already set up an altar and performed a ritual, probing that the location of the crime is in a birch forest seventy li north of Fengtian City!"

"Who from your Biyu Temple went there these past few days, you'll know as soon as you ask!"

Lu Yuan laid out everything, piece by piece, item by item, not just glaring and shouting.

With these detailed pieces of information provided by Lu Yuan, very soon...

At 11:30 in the morning.

Yellow Braised Chicken was found!

It was locked in a small, cramped cage, listless.

But after Lu Yuan carefully examined it, he found no external injuries, just excessive depletion of spiritual energy.

Fortunately, the problem wasn't serious.

It just needed to be taken back, carefully fed with spirit meat, supplemented by the incense nourishment from Aunt Qiao'er's family, with their countless merchant shops spread throughout the region beyond the Great Wall.

In less than half a month, it would recover to its original state.

Lu Yuan opened the cage, lifted out Yellow Braised Chicken, who had successfully weathered the tribulation and whose fur now faintly shimmered with a white-gold hue, then turned and walked towards Aunt Qiao'er and Aunt Qin.

"Aunt, let's go home."

Lu Yuan came before the two beautiful aunts and spoke.

The two beautiful aunts nodded repeatedly:

"Alright~"

"The carriages are all prepared outside."

At this moment, Song Zonghu on the side also waved and shouted to the soldiers around the Luotian Grand Offering altar site:

"Fall in!"

The soldiers, having enjoyed the spectacle to their heart's content, jogged back in formation.

Lu Yuan then looked at Song Zonghu beside him, slightly bowed, and expressed sincere gratitude:

"Thank you so much, Captain Song."

"In less than a day, I've troubled Captain Song twice, I truly feel ashamed in my heart."

"If there's ever any place I can help in the future, Captain Song, please come find me without hesitation!"

At this, Song Zonghu quickly waved his hand dismissively, grinning widely:

"We're all family, no need for such formal talk between us."

Lu Yuan could tell that Song Zonghu now held a considerable amount of awe and respect for him.

Before, how should he put it, Song Zonghu had somewhat treated Lu Yuan entirely like a child.

If Lu Yuan weren't someone his own elder sister fancied, Song Zonghu would never have looked at Lu Yuan properly.

But now, it was completely different.

Lu Yuan felt the reason for this difference wasn't because he had just heard those things the Celestial Masters said about his old man.

It was because he had witnessed the world-shaking, earth-shattering ritual techniques unleashed by the three Celestial Masters!!

As the saying goes, ghosts fear the wicked.

Evil spirits are the most likely to bully the weak and fear the strong.

The more honest, the more cowardly you are, the more they will try to scare you, seek you out.

But the more wicked a person is, the less evil spirits dare to bully them.

This Song Zonghu clearly didn't look like someone easy to mess with. Don't be fooled by his easygoing, laughing demeanor in front of Lu Yuan and Song Meiqin.

But away from the two of them, once his face changed, he was the Captain of the Fengtian City Security Regiment.

Just from being dispatched every year to suppress bandits, who knows how much blood stained his hands, how many people he had killed.

A wealthy young master in childhood, a Security Regiment Captain with blood on his hands in adulthood.

Such a person, from childhood to adulthood, would never actively encounter any evil spirits seeking him out.

With no evil spirits seeking him, he was also destined never to encounter any genuine Daoist priests.

In Song Zonghu's eyes, his previous impression of Daoist priests was probably just them waving a small banner, humming a little tune, shaking a bell with the left hand, twirling a sword with the right.

The very image of a charlatan.

But today, having witnessed these orthodox Celestial Masters engage in ritual combat, it was naturally completely different from before.

For a time, this also carried over, making him feel considerable awe and respect for Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan didn't say much more to Song Zonghu. Regardless, not to mention the relationship through Aunt Qin, just the fact that he had helped him twice—regardless of whether Aunt Qin asked him to—but he genuinely helped. Based on that alone, if Song Zonghu ever encountered difficulties related to demons, ghosts, or monsters in the future, Lu Yuan would spare no effort.

After bidding farewell to Song Zonghu, Lu Yuan and the two beautiful aunts headed towards the altar site entrance.

Just at that moment, movement came from behind again.

"He Zhen, you old fool."

The icy voice of Celestial Master He Xun had just sounded.

A furious and resolute voice cut him off.

"He Xun, you old fool!!"

It was Lingchen.

"Stop humiliating my master any further!!"

"If you want this cultivation of mine, I'll give it to you!!"

The moment his words fell, Lingchen's hands rapidly formed seals. Then, under the horrified gazes of everyone, he slammed them fiercely against his own brow center!

"Thud!"

A dull thud.

Lu Yuan's footsteps paused, and he glanced sideways slightly.

He saw that after Lingchen's palms struck true, his entire body instantly went limp.

A torrent of majestic Dao resonance scattered like a bursting dam. His whole person stiffened, about to pitch forward and crash to the ground.

In the end, it was Celestial Master He Zhen who rushed forward a step, catching and holding him firmly.

Lu Yuan withdrew his gaze, his expression calm and unruffled once more, and strode out of the altar site gate.

Seeing this, Lu Yuan shook his head, sighed inwardly, stopped looking, and walked out of the altar site gate.

Daoist Master Lingchen, as a person, was somewhat reasonable.

At the very least, as a disciple, he didn't let his master face a difficult situation, he upheld his master's dignity.

Abolishing his own cultivation, he could be considered a man of backbone.

And as a master, he was half qualified.

He protected his disciple at critical moments. After his disciple was killed, he also tried every means to avenge his disciple.

Even though he didn't succeed in protecting him, nor in avenging him.

But that was a matter of capability, not anything else.

As for the other half, clearly unqualified.

Although Celestial Master He Xun had a fiery temper and his mouth was full of curses, what he said earlier wasn't wrong.

If the child is not taught, it is the father's fault.

If the teaching is not strict, it is the teacher's laziness.

Being a master doesn't necessarily mean you have to be strict about everything.

For example, the old man at home, to be honest, didn't really manage Lu Yuan much.

But that was because the old man knew what kind of person Lu Yuan was.

A master isn't just about transmitting the Dao and imparting knowledge; it's also about restraining their heart and correcting their conduct.

And he, Lingchen, as a master, must also have known the temperament and disposition of his own disciple.

Knowing full well his disciple's heart and nature were not upright, yet letting him run wild, ultimately leading to great disaster, is the failure of being a teacher.

From behind came the heart-wrenching, grief-stricken sobs of Celestial Master He Zhen.

Supporting his disciple who had become a cripple, tears streaming down his aged face, the scene carried a touch of the desolation of white hair sending off black hair.

If you said pitiable, it was indeed pitiable.

But if you said hateful, it was truly hateful!

If last night, because of that toppled ritual altar, the three of them, Lu Yuan, had died in the Nurturing Malevolence Site, wouldn't the three of them, Lu Yuan, have been pitiable too?

Yellow Braised Chicken, who had done nothing wrong, just finished weathering a tribulation, not even waiting to return to the Zhao family to eat a mouthful of peaceful incense offerings, wouldn't it have been pitiable?

In the affairs of the world, where there is cause, there is effect.

As for Lingchen, it's still alright now; he didn't lose his life, just his cultivation.

Within the Daoist tradition, the bond between master and disciple is most valued.

Even if Lingchen lost his cultivation, within Biyu Temple he would still be a high-ranking Daoist priest, still an elder.

Celestial Master He Zhen wouldn't drive him out of the mountain gate or anything just because Lingchen lost his abilities.

This was already the best outcome.

The three of them, Lu Yuan, plus one weasel, exited the Luotian Grand Offering altar site gate, boarded a carriage, and headed straight for the Zhao Residence.

Compared to these two beautiful aunts, Lu Yuan was equivalent to having not slept since six o'clock yesterday afternoon until now.

Plus, for Daoists, working through the night, performing rituals, this kind of thing is commonplace.

But for the two delicate, beautiful aunts, it was a bit miserable.

The two of them were practically worn out, having not slept for over thirty hours.

On the carriage ride back, they were yawning repeatedly.

In the end, Lu Yuan's left shoulder sank, his right shoulder warmed, as the two simply leaned directly on Lu Yuan and dozed off.

Sandwiched between these two plump, beautiful, fragrant, and mature female forms, Lu Yuan could only silently recite the "Heart-Clearing Incantation" in his mind.

Back at the Zhao family.

The two beautiful aunts, swaying their sexy, mature-to-the-extreme, voluptuous bottoms.

Returned to the main house in the rear courtyard to sleep.

Lu Yuan first took out several pieces of spirit meat from his luggage and carefully fed Yellow Braised Chicken.

Then, he spread out that Nurturing Malevolence Diagram, carefully studying the route and markings for the third Nurturing Malevolence Site.

He also went to check the large wooden workbox, checking what was missing or lacking, then made out a list.

Things like black dog blood, cinnabar, silver sand, blood from the comb of a three-year-old rooster, and the like.

He gave it to Wang Fu, asking Wang Fu to help him purchase these items.

After finishing all this, it was already past two in the afternoon.

An irresistible wave of fatigue surged over him like a tide. Lu Yuan's upper and lower eyelids finally began to fight each other.

He returned to the east wing room in the rear courtyard, the one next to the main house, threw his body heavily onto the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

......

This sleep was truly a bit of a pitch-black, chaotic affair.

After who knows how long, while Lu Yuan was sleeping in a muddled haze.

He heard from inside the foot of the bed, Aunt Qiao'er's charming, coquettish, and cloying voice:

"Goodness me~"

"This big thing is visible but can't be eaten, it's really clawing at the heart and grating on the liver~"

Then, from the side of the bed foot, where Aunt Qin stood beside the bed, came a raised eyebrow and a delicate voice:

"Absolutely not now!"

"Our sweetie has to go deal with that Nurturing Malevolence Site matter~"

"Doing that thing now, wouldn't it make our sweetie's legs go all soft?"

"That could cost him his life when the time comes!"

"Hold on a bit longer, anyway, once the New Year passes, after that Celestial Master Grand Ceremony ends, it'll be fine~"

In response to Aunt Qin's words, Aunt Qiao'er couldn't help but let out a delicate protest:

"You can still hold on?"

Aunt Qin then let out a proud, light hum, saying delicately:

"Why couldn't I hold on~"

"Anyway, my sweetie has already promised me~"

Aunt Qiao'er asked curiously:

"Promised you what?"

A suppressed, light laugh quietly rippled through the warm-as-summer east wing room.

"He said~"

"He said when the time comes, he'll do me to death~~"

"Do me until I'm crying and calling him daddy~"

Aunt Qiao'er fell silent for a moment, then burst out with an incredulous, delicate exclamation.

"？？？？"

"Eww~"

"You shameless big mare~"

"If you call him daddy, wouldn't you have to call me mommy then~"

Aunt Qin completely ignored this teasing, instead adjusting her breath with utmost seriousness, her tone firm.

"Hold on a bit longer, it's just this little over a month!"

"Thirty-some years have been waited, can't we wait this little over a month?!"

These words seemed to sting Aunt Qiao'er.

"I've genuinely waited thirty-some years, you haven't!"

"When the time comes, I go first!"

To this, Aunt Qin just let out a light hum:

"How haven't I?!"

"I have too!"

Hearing this, Aunt Qiao'er was truly angered into laughter:

"You crazy woman, can't you be a bit proper?!"

"You have a fart!"

"I drank your wedding wine!"

Aunt Qin immediately retorted delicately:

"Getting married means you have to do that thing?!"

"At that time, that third wife deliberately disgusted me, found me such a ghost suffering from severe pulmonary tuberculosis!"

"If I'm unwilling, no one can force me to do it!"

"On the wedding night, I got my brother to get him drunk, he slept straight through till dawn, and I sat on a stool the whole night!"

Hearing Aunt Qin's words, Aunt Qiao'er was full of astonishment:

"But what about the proof of virginity?"

"How did you manage that?"

Speaking of this, Aunt Qin's tone became proud and triumphant again, full of a little woman's cunning.

"Isn't that simple?"

"Had my brother catch a chicken, slit its throat, and sprinkle a bit of blood on the white cloth, wasn't that enough?"

"For the next half year, we slept in separate rooms directly."

"Only one night, he tried to sneak into my room."

Aunt Qin let out a disdainful snort.

"Pfft, with his little bean sprout of a stature, and being a ghost suffering from severe pulmonary tuberculosis who gasped after two steps, one kick from me sent him flying two meters away!"

"From then on, until his death, he never dared to come find me again!"

After Aunt Qin finished speaking, Aunt Qiao'er blinked her eyes full of astonishment before saying:

"So according to this, Meiqin, you really are a virgin!"

To this, Aunt Qin let out a somewhat proud, light hum:

"What else~"

"You thought only you were!"

After speaking, both seemed to fall into silence.

They didn't leave, just stood quietly at the foot of the bed, not knowing what they were looking at, what they were thinking.

Who knows who swallowed a mouthful of saliva, especially clear in the silence.

It was Aunt Qiao'er's voice, then, carrying a trace of desperate resolve, rang out again!

"If we can't do me now, then... then let me have a taste, is that okay?"

This time, Aunt Qin didn't even have time to stop her!

A sticky, urgent sound abruptly rose within the room.

This really threw Aunt Qin into a panic!

The sound of hurried high heels tapping on the floor came.

She quickly stepped forward, reaching out to push Aunt Qiao'er away, her voice anxious and angry.

"Get away!!!"

"I haven't even tried it yet!!!"

But Aunt Qiao'er simply wouldn't listen. A few seconds later, she suddenly raised her head, her voice charming to the very bone.

"Ha~~ Goodness~ Goodness me~"

"Meiqin~~ I'm really not fooling you~"

"You... you should come try it too~"

"I'd only just put it in my mouth, and I almost... almost peed my pants~"