Chapter 103

Chapter 103

The head of the Xuanmen Sect was consumed by one thought—please, don’t get involved, ahhh!

Please, spare the Xuanmen Sect some dignity and a way out.

They truly didn’t want to be seen as the world’s sinners.

The compassionate old man smiled benevolently, gazing at the Xuanmen disciples as if they were his own kin.

This was the Xuanmen Sect he had built up to its current standing, composed of righteous Taoist priests ready to lay down their lives for justice.

Unswayed by emotions and devoted to justice, they were the truly enlightened, much like he had been in his prime.

Yet now, they faced expulsion?

‘Have your judges abandoned their posts?’

Hearing this, the sect leader and a group of elders furtively glanced at the nearby police and military, nearly dropping to their knees before the old man.

Please, stop speaking. We implore you. Ancestor, don’t be so selfish.

They deeply desired the role of judges. No Taoist priest of merit and ambition could resist the lure of becoming a judge in the afterlife, could they?

But this had to be earned through genuine merit, not by aiding the ancestor in disrupting the mortal realm.

The sect leader’s face paled. Seeing how the ancestor’s words had thoroughly tarnished the Xuanmen Sect, if they didn’t act now, public outrage would overwhelm them.

The sect leader shouted sternly, “Enough of this nonsense! You were expelled from the Xuanmen Sect long ago and aren’t even in our lineage records. Don’t fabricate ties. What judges? You haunted the Xuanmen Sect, but we’d rather die than yield to such temptations!”

After speaking, the sect leader felt a pang of guilt—they had been sorely tempted—but also a wave of relief.

Thankfully, they had heeded Ancestor Wu Heng’s counsel, expelling the ancestor, erasing his name from the records, and smashing his golden statue, cutting all ties with him. Otherwise, the Xuanmen Sect would have faced public condemnation.

The sect leader stared at the old man’s frail figure and advised, “I still address you as Ancestor. Ancestor, cease this. The mortal world stands united, and you cannot shatter it.”

Too many variables were at play. The minor fierce ghosts hadn’t even been compensated, and now even common ghosts were ready to battle them to protect their loved ones, even at the cost of their souls.

Unity is the most formidable force in the world.

What could the ancestor possibly gain from disrupting the mortal world?

Surely it wasn’t just to create jobs for the Xuanmen Sect?

Since the outbreak of evil diseases, the Xuanmen Sect had gained many opportunities. It was now the most trusted and prominent official institution in the field of metaphysics.

After imagining this reason, the sect leader’s heart raced again. If this were the case, the Xuanmen Sect would truly be in a dire situation.

While the sect leader was still anxious, the elders behind him were already discussing, quietly approaching Wu Heng’s side and asking in a serious whisper:

“Ancestor, do you have any mute medicine? Let’s feed him some.”

Wu Heng: “…”

These Taoist priests were indeed the filial disciples and descendants of the Xuanmen Sect’s ancestor.

The old man’s expression darkened with anger, and with a wave of his sleeve, a gust of yin wind blew out, releasing countless fierce ghosts from his wide sleeves. The temperature at the scene dropped instantly.

The surroundings tensed up again, as if everyone was prepared to face certain death.

Wu Heng suddenly leaped forward, his shamanic power surging and expanding, immediately clashing fiercely with the Xuanmen ancestor, their movements becoming a blur in the chaos.

Wu Heng's shamanic power, recognized by the ancient heavens, had a raw, untamed quality, mixed with the healing essence of countless plants, forming a powerful, hybrid shamanic energy that drove the Xuanmen ancestor steadily backward.

"Who knew the mild-mannered Dr. Wu on camera could fight like this? Is this old guy the one pulling the strings?"

"Ever since the female ghost slipped through the crack of my door, the signal's been spotty."

The sect master, watching the intermittent and lagging live feed, suddenly shouted, "It's time for the Xuanmen to purge our ranks!"

Countless disciples of the Xuanmen responded, armed with an array of magical artifacts and swords, charging forward aggressively and taking their positions.

The ancestor of the Xuanmen was hit directly by a surge of Wu Heng's shamanic energy. Before the old man could react, the sect master shouted, "Initiate the formation!"

By now, the ancestor had lost his previous compassion, his robes torn and disheveled, his hair messy, his faint spirit form oozing yin energy in all directions.

He watched as his disciples formed the formation, and he was surrounded within it. The formation was all too familiar, the same demon-slaying formation he’d devised to save the city from evil.

He never imagined that this formation would one day be used against himself, a sign of their skill.

The moment the formation was activated, each Taoist released a spiritual thread linking them to the Xuanmen ancestor, glowing brightly in the dark, forming a massive web.

The sect master's eyes gradually welled up with tears as he looked at Wu Heng, his eyes pleading slightly.

Wu Heng knew that these intangible spiritual threads were the ties of mentorship, second only to family bonds.

Wu Heng drew a column of water from the well with his two fingers, shaping a razor-sharp water blade. With a quick swipe, he cleanly cut the lingering ties between them and the ancestor.

From this moment on, the mentor-disciple relationship was truly and completely severed, formally casting him out of the sect in their minds.

The ancestor, immobilized within the formation, coldly stared at Wu Heng in the formation. This young shaman doctor was no slouch.

In a person's life, what one cares about is family, lovers, and friends. This shaman doctor surely has them too.

The ancestor suddenly threw his head back and shouted, a bizarre noise rising from his throat, as if carried by the yin wind to the distance, or perhaps with a hint of ancient allure.

Far in the Nan Nuo village,

Everyone was still hiding in their homes, with Wu Su and the others all crowded in the main hall of Chengde Medical Hall, everyone on edge.

He Yunxiao suddenly opened his eyes wide, "What's that sound?"

Li Hao beside him immediately said, "There's no sound, you must have misheard. Hallucinating?"

An indescribably strange tune lingered in He Yunxiao's ears, each note stimulating his eardrums, like... the hiss of a snake.

Everyone's gaze immediately tightened at He Yunxiao's expression, warily looking towards the wooden door outside.

Though it was still dark outside, they seemed to see a vague, tall shadow, gradually discerning what the shadow resembled.

It was like a giant serpent, standing upright, taller than a two-story building!

That, definitely could not be the little white snake.

The little gray snake nestled in He Yunxiao's palm, its vertical pupils fixedly staring at the massive serpent shadow outside the wooden door, as if entranced.

"Xi Xi, what's wrong with you, child?" It was Mrs. He who first noticed the abnormality in her snake granddaughter, calling out in alarm.

Everyone immediately looked towards Xi Xi, all noticing that the little gray snake was indeed quite different.

"What’s going on outside again? Is there any artillery upstairs? The second wave of zombies is coming," Wu Su cursed, "That kid Lai Wazi couldn’t even bother to send more gifts."

Zhou Yi immediately decided, "He Yunxiao, put Xi Xi down right now. Let’s fall back."

He Yunxiao covered his ringing ear with one hand, but stubbornly held onto Xi Xi with the other.

He heard a series of urgent snake hisses, like a mix of urging and shouting.

A sense of unease crept over him.

He Yunxiao stared at the shadow of the giant serpent coming through the door, incredulously saying, "It’s… it’s that damn water snake that bit us earlier!"

Li Hao, Wang Dong, and the three black-haired guys all felt a chill, immediately remembering.

That cursed water snake got He Yunxiao pregnant with a snake fetus, but left the rest of us scrambling around.

'Hiss hiss hiss——'

The little gray snake seemed torn, its tail twitching up and down in indecision.

He Yunxiao vaguely understood the snake hisses, his face extremely gloomy, "Damn, trying to steal custody from me."

The snake fetus cost him his six-pack abs.

Now the water snake outside kept calling, claiming it was the one who birthed the little gray snake.

He Yunxiao saw Xi Xi jump out of his arms, his scalp tingling, and he urgently shouted, "Xi Xi, you’re a part of me, born from my emotions. You have nothing to do with that snake!"

He Yunxiao finally understood how those women felt fighting for custody with their exes. He was ready to kill.

The little gray snake, as if under a spell, slipped through a crack in the wooden door of Chengde Medical Hall and vanished into the cold wind.

The little snake stopped and looked back at He Yunxiao with some confusion. He Yunxiao was firmly held back by Li Hao and the others.

He Yunxiao, tears streaming down his face, struggled against their hold. He turned to the fat fox on the ground, pleading, "Su Dayi, please help Xi Xi. She’s under a spell!"

Su Dayi didn’t speak, her sapphire-blue eyes sharp.

She remembered Wu Heng’s words: the heavens test every spiritual creature—courage for the little white snake, weight for her, and for Xi Xi, holding onto her true self.

Enlightenment is a personal journey; she couldn’t meddle in others’ destinies.

"Xi Xi, you’re my child, the only snake I carried for three months. I’m your father! Where are you going? You’re not some evil spirit!" He Yunxiao cried, tears streaming down his face.

The others were uneasy. Only Xi Xi and Su Dayi could stand against the fierce ghosts. If Xi Xi was lured away, she might turn on them. What should they do?

The little gray snake locked eyes with He Yunxiao for a moment, then suddenly turned and vanished into the cold wind outside the medical hall.

Xi Xi faced the water snake outside the medical hall, the fierce ghosts lurking behind it.

Before the evil spirits could move, Xi Xi lunged, sinking her fangs into the water snake’s vital spot.

Xi Xi didn’t understand much, but she knew she was the first to sense He Yunxiao’s joy while in his belly. He found happiness in everything—buying something he liked, making progress at school, or winning a basketball game against Li Hao and the others.

But over time, He Yunxiao’s joy faded, replaced by melancholy.

She longed to go out, driven by one thought: to make her father happy every day, no matter what.

Though created by a snake spirit’s dark arts, she was born from He Yunxiao’s pure emotions, the first of the seven emotions, free of evil. She was no evil spirit, but something entirely different.

Xi Xi, hearing the calls behind her ears, became even more resolute in her thoughts—she was just a little snake who wanted to make her father happy, nothing more.

"Charge, Fox Mountain Smash!" Su Dayi, upon hearing the shrill snake cries outside, rushed out immediately, pleased to see the demon snake bitten by Xi Xi at its seven-inch mark. She leaped up with her hefty body and slammed down hard on the stunned fierce ghosts.

Several fierce ghosts, caught off guard, were crushed into ghost patties by Su Dayi.

Su Dayi rolled on the ground, shook the dust off her snow-white fur, and was surprised to find that a few fierce ghosts had not been flattened by her.

Su Dayi thought to herself in dismay, no longer caring about anything else. Instantly, a swirl of white smoke enveloped her, transforming her into a curvaceous beauty with fair skin, alluring fox eyes with a natural eyeliner effect, draped in white fox fur, and adorned with dense, curly black hair sprinkled with white fox balls, radiating supreme elegance.

Su Dayi revealed her sharp, crimson fox nails and slashed fiercely at the fierce ghosts, filling the air with their cries.

He Yunxiao and the others, who had chased after them, watched as an unfamiliar fox-furred beauty chased and clawed at the fierce ghosts, even stacking them together and leaping to the top to press down hard, trying to compress them herself, enjoying the painful wails of the fierce ghosts.

Su Dayi turned her head and saw Li Hao and the others standing dumbfounded at the clinic's entrance. She froze, quickly covering half her face with her clothes, thinking of transforming back immediately.

She pointed her fair index finger at the stunned Li Hao and the others, yelling in embarrassment and frustration, "Forget it, you all must collectively lose your memory! Stop looking, turn around!"

Li Hao exclaimed, "What, do all beautiful women have such high standards?"

Does she still need to lose weight?

With that face, the ancient femme fatale who could topple a kingdom has been embodied.

Wang Dong nodded. They thought Su Dayi never dared to transform into a human, using her weight as an excuse, thinking she was unattractive, but...

"Miss Su, have you ever thought about entering the entertainment industry? My family owns an entertainment company, and I guarantee you'll become the top female star in the domestic entertainment scene!" Mr. Wang, disregarding the chaotic situation, offered an invitation to Su Dayi.

Su Dayi eyed them suspiciously, thinking they must be lying. They say the camera makes you look ten pounds heavier, wouldn't she look even worse?

And isn't the world's aesthetic preference for fair, youthful, and slim figures?

Su Dayi kicked a fierce ghost away, pulled out a compact mirror from her pocket, and gazed at her exceptionally delicate, full face in the mirror with doubt.

Would she still look pretty without losing weight... right?

Su Dayi secretly glanced at their gazes through the mirror, couldn't help but swish her tail proudly, as if it were true.

The Mystic Sect's Ancestor frowned slightly, apparently displeased that the little gray snake had bitten its creator, the demon snake, as nothing was going according to his plan.

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But as long as the result was what he wanted, the process didn't matter.

The Mystic Sect's Ancestor smiled as he watched his disciples.

"Send the Ancestor to his final rest!" the sect leader shouted.

The ancestor's figure in the formation grew increasingly faint, as if about to be scattered by the ghostly wind.

The elder gazed blankly at the ghosts dissipating in the formation, murmuring, "Has the ancestor's soul dispersed?"

Did they, his disciples, personally... destroy him?

"Well, whose family doesn't have a black sheep? This counts as righteous eradication, right?"

"Yes, our village once had a murderer who was put to death, but the villain turned into a fierce ghost and returned to the village. Whose family doesn't have something like this?"

"Hmm... I guess it's my family's fault. My monstrous father was a rapist, and after he died, he became a mischievous fierce ghost. I'm sorry, crying face."

"I checked the time—why is it still pitch black outside, with heavy Yin energy lingering?"

Shi Xuan silently watched the barrage of comments in the black-and-white live stream, profoundly affected by those words.

After hesitating for a moment, Shi Xuan finally picked up the phone to call the police.

At that moment, the sect leader, with reddened eyes, looked up at the Yin energy-laden sky, not understanding why it was still dark.

Wu Heng said calmly, "Because, that was merely an avatar of your ancestor."

Instantly, everyone in the sect was shocked!

No wonder the ancestor was overpowered so easily—it was just an avatar? They had thought that if the ancestor was so weak, how could he have led the sect to become the top metaphysical sect?

The sect leader, exhausted from casting the formation, asked breathlessly, "Then where did his true body go? What is this ancestor trying to do? Good heavens!"

Wu Heng asked, "Do you know what happens when the mortal world is thrown into chaos?"

Everyone was puzzled.

Wu Heng explained, smiling, "When fierce ghosts wreak havoc in the mortal world, leading to great chaos, Yanjun will be reappointed."