Chapter 643: Chapter 627: The Jinhua Temple Master is Inferior to You by Far

The ancestral tomb of the Jing Family was in Cang City, and Qin Liuxi, together with Teng Zhao, took the Yin Road early in the morning on the following day, taking the express route to the ancient house of the Jing Family that Xiong Er had mentioned.

Upon the arrival of the master and disciple, Marquis Chang’an, who had just arrived not long ago, was so startled that he dropped the cup in his hands, spilling the boiling tea on his leg, an utterly embarrassing sight.

How did they arrive so fast?

They had ridden hard, day and night, and it had taken them a whole day and night to get there, and they were still catching their breath.

Yet Jing Xiaosi knew of Qin Liuxi’s abilities, and was even more aware of the path she had taken to arrive so quickly. He stepped forward, cupped his hands in apology, and said, “Junior Temple Master, we have to trouble you again. You were right; our family’s ancestral tomb has been tampered with.”

Qin Liuxi glanced at the lingering dark aura on their bodies and then scanned Marquis Chang’an’s pale face, oh, that wilted, pitiable person.

Marquis Chang’an felt his legs tighten, and his face grew uglier, with the pain in his progeny’s foundation sharp and severe.

“Before I came here, I did a divination for you. There will be fright without peril, and a noble one will come to assist. Ah, and this noble person is not me, but Master Tai Cheng, who had already come here ahead of his errant disciple, presumably stopping this matter. So you don’t have to worry too much.”

Jing Xiaosi was startled, glanced at his own suspended arm, and said, “But we are all injured.”

“The disturbance of the ancestral tomb undoubtedly leads to a shift in Fengshui and Qi Fortune. Having only light injuries means you’ve narrowly escaped with your lives—a stroke of luck amidst misfortune,” said Qin Liuxi. “It seems Master Tai Cheng intervened in time, which prevented you from suffering the most severe harm. Otherwise…”

She glanced at Marquis Chang’an again, her eyes meaningful.

Marquis Chang’an’s face turned green: “!”

Jing Xiaosi heaved a sigh of relief and asked, “Then why have you come this time?”

“I need to make sure that Master Tai Cheng has really disposed of that thing Daoist Taiyang created, or else many innocent people could die at its hands,” Qin Liuxi replied.

Such a Yin Object inevitably requires fresh blood and yin souls for nourishment. What could be more convenient than killing a person, who has both blood and soul?

Jing Xiaosi fell silent, thinking of the creature mentioned by Qin Liuxi that used to be his brother and had now become a monster, his heart a complex mix of feelings as he involuntarily looked at Marquis Chang’an.

“What are you looking at? Didn’t I say before, I only have you as my son?” Marquis Chang’an snorted coldly, flicking his sleeves and stepping out. Why look at him? Was it to remind him that he’d made a fool of himself, reaping the tragedy he sowed upon himself?

So infuriating!

Jing Xiaosi averted his gaze and said to Qin Liuxi, “That being said, it involves the ancestral tomb. We have to go up and check it before we can be at ease. You…”

“Then let’s go take a look,” said Qin Liuxi, appearing unconcerned. “Once this matter here is settled, we should head back to Li City.”

Jing Xiaosi looked at the bamboo basket carried by Teng Zhao and asked, “Are we leaving now?”

“Now that the objective of this trip has been achieved, there’s not much interest in staying in the capital,” responded Qin Liuxi.

Jing Xiaosi didn’t dare hold them any longer. After everyone had caught their breath and had breakfast, they headed towards the ancestral tomb.

The ancestral tomb of the Jing Family was naturally chosen for its excellent Fengshui. Otherwise, the Jing Family would not have achieved its current glory. And as Qin Liuxi had predicted, their misfortune and the dark aura that haunted them were indeed caused by someone tampering with the ancestral tomb.

At the main tomb of Marquis Chang’an’s father, there were signs of digging on the ridge beam. Qin Liuxi inspected it closely, took some soil, rubbed it in her hands, and sniffed it at her nose—the stench of rotten decay and blood.

It was the blood of some animal, and there was also the acrid smell of burnt talismans. She dug further down and unearthed a jade carved with runes, the markings of which appeared very fresh, presumably carved in recent days.

The filthy yin evils have been cleansed, and a piece of jade has been buried here for purification. This must be the doing of Master Tai Cheng.

Marquis Chang’an clenched his teeth, feeling the root of his descendants’ existence numbed by pain, and uttered resentfully, “My Jing Family and Jinhua Temple are irreconcilable.”

Qin Liuxi glanced at him and said, “Revenge is unnecessary, you can’t win in these matters.”

Marquis Chang’an choked, really wanting to retort, but when he thought of this person’s capabilities, he swallowed his words.

He’d endure her!

Qin Liuxi filled the jade back into the ground, stood up to examine the layout of the grave, and at the position a step away from where that hole had been, buried another talisman.

“What is this?”

“Purification talisman. It will dispel the gloomy yin energy from this ancestral tomb more quickly.” After Qin Liuxi finished speaking, she pointed her toes and leaped onto a tree above the tomb, hanging a tongmei.

Marquis Chang’an’s pupils shook. The Daoist could perform light-body techniques!

After Qin Liuxi hung the tongmei, she assessed the area and shifted the position of the Array laid down by Master Tai Cheng a bit, then clapped her hands and said, “That should do it.”

Marquis Chang’an saw her move those talismans and jades, laid down by who knows, and frowned, “Didn’t Master Tai Cheng stop that Evil Path practitioner from destroying the feng shui of the ancestral tomb? Why are you moving these things again?”

Qin Liuxi stood up and replied, “He came to stop Daoist Taiyang from causing trouble. The fact that your ancestral tomb could be restored to normal is already fortunate for your family. Do you expect him to arrange a truly auspicious site for gathering wind and accumulating qi for you? Even when the Heavenly Master sets this up, it requires calculations and expenditure of spiritual power, not to mention preventing it from becoming a yin site. That’s your Jing Family’s stroke of luck. Do you expect him to fix it up for free?”

If Master Tai Cheng was a bit more arrogant or heartless, he could have just ignored it and run off with Daoist Taiyang, uncaring whether this auspicious site was ruined, right?

Marquis Chang’an was briefly at a loss for words, and then asked, “So what about this thing you’re moving now?”

“I’ve corrected the position; this is now a truly auspicious site for gathering wind and accumulating qi, which will continue to bestow blessings on your Jing Family. How does it feel? Do you feel a sense of clarity all around, breathing smoothly, feeling fantastic?” Qin Liuxi looked at him with smugness.

Marquis Chang’an: “…”

Haha, a charlatan’s mouth, full of deceitful ghosts!

He was about to complain of pain all over his body, but upon moving his limbs, he felt a substantial lightness lifting from his body and reluctantly praised, “Indeed, you surpass the Jinhua Temple Master!”

Master Tai Cheng: All this sincere effort for nothing!

But Qin Liuxi wouldn’t let the praise go to her head and not charge a fee, saying, “No need for flattery, just remember to offer a gratuity.”

Marquis Chang’an’s embarrassment immediately vanished, and with newfound pride, he said, “Rest assured, my Jing Family is not lacking in manners.”

“Mhm, you wouldn’t dare to!” said Qin Liuxi.

Marquis Chang’an, furious, walked up to the grave and knelt down to kowtow, refusing to stoop to the level of this poisonous-tongued charlatan.

Jing Xiaosi took up the thread: “So is our family’s ancestral tomb all sorted? We don’t need to relocate it or anything?”

“No need, just pay homage to your ancestors and wail a few cries of unworthy descendants. That’ll do.”

Jing Xiaosi: “!”

Marquis Chang’an, kneeling in front of the grave, stiffened. How could he continue to pay his respects now?