Chapter 101

The Six-Armed Dragon God still had some skills. When the Taoist priests rescued the local Taoist priests, Xiang Ting returned, looking weary from travel.

The saved local Taoist priest was still in a mental fog, trying to piece together the events, when he saw the Jiangcheng Taoists suddenly light up, abandon him, and walk toward the cave entrance.

He felt like he must be hallucinating. Otherwise, how could he see these usually steady Taoists walking towards a young man with shining eyes, and even trying to touch his chest muscles?

It must be a hallucination!

As soon as Xiang Ting entered, he was surrounded. The Taoists anxiously inquired about his battle with the Six-Armed Dragon God. One Taoist immediately noticed the bloodstains on his clothes and, with concern, reached out to check his injuries.

However, for some reason, Xiang Ting glanced at the saved Taoist priest and quickly dodged the Taoists' attempt to touch him.

The Taoists looked at him with a loving gaze: "?"

Xiang Ting: "…"

He couldn’t help but feel a little creeped out and stiffly changed the subject: "I didn’t catch up. He seems to have some special methods, and there’s no trace of him in either the Yin or Yang realms."

Sure enough, the Taoists’ attention was immediately diverted.

"No trace in either the Yin or Yang realms? How is that possible!" The Taoists’ expressions darkened.

As a divine beast, when Xiang Ting said there was no trace, it must have been true, but it was still unbelievable.

Whether human or demon, after death, they were all under the jurisdiction of the underworld, and even the souls of divine beasts had to enter the underworld. The mortal realm was a place where humans, demons, and ghosts could all move about.

If there were no traces of the Six-Armed Dragon God in either the Yin or Yang realms, could it have traveled through time and space to a parallel world?

Xiang Ting's face darkened. He didn’t say much more about this matter, glanced around the cave, and then asked: "Have all the evil souls from the Nine-Dragon Sect been captured?"

The Taoists fell silent for a moment.

Xiang Ting raised an eyebrow, confused: "What’s wrong?"

The Taoists couldn’t help but glance at Ke Xingzhou, remaining silent for a while: "They’ve been captured. However… sigh, Lord, you should see for yourself."

Seeing them look toward Ke Xingzhou, Xiang Ting felt something was wrong. Sure enough, following the Taoists’ hint, he rounded the corner and saw several evil souls, full of resentment, floating in the cave. They were surrounded by good ghosts, who emitted protective golden light from their protective charms, forming layers of defense around the evil souls.

He furrowed his brow, thinking that the Xianyao Sect's good ghosts were messing things up again.

These evil souls had done wicked deeds in life, and after death, without needing to be judged by the judge of the underworld, they were automatically classified as evil ghosts. Xiang Ting would never allow them to roam freely in the mortal realm.Just as Xiang Ting was about to step forward and scold the good ghosts for recklessly recruiting in the wrong situation, he saw Ke Xingzhou suddenly make a move.

Ke Xingzhou took out a talisman and tossed it into the air. The talisman spontaneously combusted without fire. After a moment, when the talisman was burned out, a cold wind rose from the ground, sweeping up the dust and gravel in the cave, nearly blinding everyone.

Xiang Ting immediately raised his hand to block the wind and sand. When he looked again, he saw a trainee judge in black robes appear in the cave.

This trainee judge was not quite like a normal judge. Not only did he come personally to the frontlines to work, but the magical tool he held also seemed quite extraordinary—

Xiang Ting stared at the brand-new computer he had seen at a pre-sale event not long ago, one that would take three more months to ship, along with a customized ergonomic keyboard, and fell into deep confusion.

When did the underworld develop to this level?

Xiang Ting, who usually restrained his aura so that the divine beast's presence did not leak out, was completely unnoticed by Lu Li.

He stepped forward, aiming a scanner-shaped magical tool at the evil Taoists from the Nine-Dragon Sect, and scanned them. Their identities from their previous lives appeared immediately.

Lu Li grinned and showed off to Ke Xingzhou: "How is it? My new system is pretty good, right? Once I enter these achievements into the system, I’ll come scan you next."

Ke Xingzhou raised an eyebrow: "Did you guys enter the underworld’s data already?"

Didn’t they say it was still far from complete?

At the mention of this, Lu Li’s expression became a bit complicated.

He glanced at the set of flashy, advanced computers and the magical death-book copy floating in mid-air and whispered to Ke Xingzhou, "It’s all because of this damn death-book. When I got the new system approved and requested more ghost hands to help input the data, I only found out that the data could be transferred with a single click—left hand to right hand, and even the computers were transformed from the death-book!"

He recalled the tedious process of entering data bit by bit into the new system, even writing a crawler program, only for it to be destroyed the moment he tried to apply it to the death-book, feeling an intense urge to curse the death-book for hundreds of rounds.

However, before he could speak, he saw Ke Xingzhou’s gaze slowly rise, landing on his slightly sparse head.

Lu Li: "…Is that kid on top of my head?"

Before he could get an answer, a sound of wind breaking reached his ears, and the new pre-sale computer, made from the death-book, heavily smashed onto his head.

Ke Xingzhou: "…"

As the computer screen slowly lifted to face him, Ke Xingzhou tactfully took two steps back.

Xiang Ting: "…"

He couldn't shake the feeling that things that were normally serious and proper seemed to become strange whenever they were around Ke Xingzhou.

Just as he was thinking this, Ke Xingzhou’s mischievous disciple noticed him and walked over with a big smile: "Mr. Xiang! Or should I call you Mr. Bai?"

Xiang Ting: "…Just call me Engineer Xiang."

Zhu Chu let out a surprised "Ah" and instinctively said, "That would be too embarrassing."

Xiang Ting: "?"

Zhu Chu blushed and awkwardly added, "Mr. Xiang, it might not be obvious, but I’m actually straight. I’m really sorry about that."

Xiang Ting: "???"

Wait, what is he embarrassed about?!!Xiang Ting's face went stiff, and with a neutral expression, he used the only eye he had left to look at Zhu Chu, trying to remain as emotionless as possible: "What is it that you need from me?"

Zhu Chu thought to himself that this divine beast had quite a bad temper. He had just politely refused, and yet it was met with a cold face. Thankfully, he hadn't rejected him outright earlier!

While his mind was racing, his mouth wasn’t idle, and he put on a very professional stance: "About the Nine-Dragon Sect, weren’t they disbanded? Such a big sect, it’s a pity to leave it abandoned. I see that the foot traffic here isn’t bad, and our Xiaoyao Sect is also interested in opening a branch in the southwest. How about we lease this land from you? We’ll pay the market rate for the annual rent!"

Disbanded... foot traffic... annual rent...

The more Xiang Ting listened, the more he felt suffocated. When Zhu Chu brought in Assistant Liu, and the latter said that the rent would temporarily be covered by the Wanli Group, he finally couldn't help but rub his forehead.

Where on earth did Ke Xingzhou find this disciple?

And Nie Chen—

Why is this guy also here joining the fun!!

The Six-Armed Dragon God’s whereabouts were temporarily uncertain, and the guy who could command beasts that Huang Mao mentioned couldn’t be found either, he seemed to have disappeared. But in general, this operation to eradicate the evil sects had been more or less completed successfully.

The evil gods of the Nine-Dragon Sect had either escaped or surrendered, and their grand ceremony to worship the gods was naturally unable to proceed.

Ke Xingzhou was very curious about all the cities outside the capital. Finally having a chance to relax, he didn’t immediately return to the hotel but instead went back up the mountain to watch the program.

The considerate Assistant Liu had, of course, already reserved the best viewing spots for him and Nie Chen. Not only were they in the front row, but the camera angles wouldn’t capture them either.

Unexpectedly, he ran into someone he knew at this location.

Xiao Ling, having removed his makeup, came from backstage. As he reached the reserved spots for the performers, he couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the handsome young man sitting next to him.

"Master Ke! You’re here too?"

The lottery and dance programs continued until evening. The believers in the square watched the program, filled with envy for the winners and curiosity about the Xiaoyao Sect. As they headed home under the starry sky, few of them remembered what they had come for that day.

Only a few true followers who regarded the Nine-Dragon Sect as their faith suddenly recalled something as they were about to descend the mountain and looked back at the main hall: "Wait, wasn’t today supposed to be the Nine-Dragon Sect’s grand ceremony? Where are the immortal masters of the Nine-Dragon Sect?"

The fellow believers traveling with them were momentarily confused, but they didn’t think much of it and waved their hands: "Didn’t they say they were going to spar in Taoist techniques? I saw the few Taoist priests who came up earlier; they seemed to be quite experienced. They probably got so caught up in their profound techniques that they couldn’t stop sparring!"

The experienced believer was skeptical: "Is that so?"

"Of course!" the fellow believer declared confidently, "Otherwise, why would the people from Xiaoyao Sect be the ones to do the lottery for us this year?"

"Right, right. You’re the slowest at packing. If it weren’t for the Xiaoyao Sect’s lottery, how would you have won?"

The loyal believer froze for a moment, looking at the hearing aid voucher in her hand.

Her husband’s hearing had never been great, and after he turned sixty, he couldn’t hear the children speaking anymore. But not wanting to trouble the children, they had always refused to buy him a hearing aid, saying it wasn’t a big deal.

However, whenever the children spoke, her husband could only silently watch by the side, and she always felt heartbroken.

She had planned to pick up some scrap cardboard to sell and use the money to buy him a hearing aid while he could still use it. But even though she had the money, her husband was reluctant to spend it on the aid.It has been dragging on until now.

Earlier, the host mentioned that the brand had sponsored a hearing aid and that you needed to follow the Xiaoyao Sect to participate in the lottery. She wondered if she could win, so she followed the sect and even bowed to the Xiaoyao Sect's logo.

Who would have thought that she actually won.

In the past, when she made a wish at the Nine-Dragon Sect, she always had to offer incense money for it to be effective. But for the Xiaoyao Sect, all it took was following them, and they had already started to protect her.

The loyal believer looked at the voucher, slowly began to agree with what her companions had said, and gradually set aside her doubts, smiling: "That’s true!"

After all, the Nine-Dragon Sect, such a large temple, wasn’t going to just grow legs and run away.

She would come back after the immortal masters and priests had finished sparring, and the gods would surely not blame her for temporarily believing in other deities.

The old lady comforted herself like this, but little did she know, a few days later, when she came back with incense to offer, the Nine-Dragon Sect's plaque had indeed been taken down.

In its place were the three bold characters of "Xiaoyao Sect" written in a dragon and phoenix style.

The old lady stood at the entrance of Chong’er Mountain for a long time. When her son, who had come with her to try and persuade her to believe in science, became alert, thinking she was about to get angry, the old lady suddenly turned around and asked him: "In this day and age, can a Taoist temple really be absorbed like this?"

The old lady’s son: "..."