CHAPTER 601: CHAPTER 600: CONMAN (3/3)

"What do you mean by this!" Daoist Tai Wen shouted angrily.

Yang Chen’s gaze passed beyond Daoist Tai Wen and saw a bright red Dream Building at the entrance. He said to Zhang Shaoting, "Have the gate let my friend through."

"Oh, oh! Okay!" Zhang Shaoting hurriedly took out his phone to call the gatekeeper.

Seeing himself being ignored, Daoist Tai Wen got even angrier.

He had painstakingly performed a ritual, hoping to receive some recognition, only to find no one paid him any heed!

What irked him the most was that Yang Chen seemed to doubt him!

"Benefactor! Make yourself clear, what do you mean?!" Daoist Tai Wen stared at Yang Chen and said.

Naturally, as a disciple, Ran Lan had to defend his master, pointing at Yang Chen and saying, "What do you mean? My master worked hard on the ritual last night, and you treat your benefactor like this?"

"Exactly!" Ran Chu said angrily, "You ungrateful person! If it weren’t for my master, you’d have died here already, don’t you know? Killed by evil spirits and unable to enter the afterlife; you’d just be waiting to become a wandering ghost!"

Listening to the three of them echo each other, Yang Chen wasn’t angry; in fact, he found it amusing.

How did evil spirits appear now?

To be honest, Yang Chen had never seen such things as evil spirits. If they existed, he’d actually want to see them.

"Don’t rush, I haven’t said anything yet. Don’t worry, lest zombies start hopping out," Yang Chen said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, the master and disciples’ faces became even more upset.

"Shaoting," Yang Chen said to Zhang Shaoting, "Where did you find this person?"

Zhang Shaoting explained, "I had someone find him; he’s said to be a master from Wudan Mountain."

"Oh! ’Said to be!’" Yang Chen nodded, "So you’re not sure either."

"Well..." Zhang Shaoting looked conflicted, glanced at Zhang Qishan.

After all, his father had arranged it for him, and if it went wrong, he was afraid of getting scolded.

At this moment, the red Dream Building drove up and parked to the side. The woman in the car got out directly.

Her voluptuous figure and tight-fitting uniform presented a visual shock that men couldn’t ignore.

The slightly chubby face with delicate features and a playful ponytail was none other than Gu Xijun.

"Yang Chen, why did you call me here?" Gu Xijun asked with a frown as she glanced at the setup present.

Yang Chen was about to speak when Gu Xijun warily stared at Daoist Tai Wen and asked coldly, "Are you organizing superstitious activities?"

Upon hearing this, cold sweat immediately broke out on Daoist Tai Wen’s forehead.

"This..." Daoist Tai Wen looked to Zhang Qishan for help.

Zhang Qishan also frowned and looked at Yang Chen.

Yang Chen quickly said, "Um... wait a minute, I’ll explain in a bit."

He was genuinely scared that Gu Xijun, with her personality, would arrest him right then and there; he’d suffered such consequences before.

Gu Xijun cast a deep look at the three of them as if memorizing their faces to ensure they couldn’t escape later.

Fortunately, she still gave Yang Chen face and didn’t catch anyone on the spot.

Yang Chen said to Daoist Tai Wen, "Are you a disciple of Wudan Mountain?"

"That’s right!" Daoist Tai Wen said proudly, "Sixteenth generation disciple of Wudan Mountain! I demand you apologize to me, or I’ll pursue accountability to the end!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Chen laughed and stared at Daoist Tai Wen, "Daoist, what accountability? Did I say anything?"

From beginning to end, Yang Chen hadn’t said anything suspecting him; he’d only been asking Zhang Shaoting.

Daoist Tai Wen was stunned, embarrassed.

Ran Lan seemed to pick up on something, pointed at Yang Chen and cursed angrily, "You wretch, doubting my master and now trying to wriggle out of it!"

"Doubt?" Yang Chen looked at Zhang Shaoting, "Did I?"

Zhang Shaoting’s face was full of embarrassment.

He now felt that Daoist Tai Wen had just acted quite impressively, with sword dancing and Celestial Spirit Steps, able to conjure fire at will—a genuine performance.

"Stop wriggling out of it! Apologize quickly!" Ran Lai said angrily.

"Okay!" Yang Chen, who was accommodating in nature, was incensed by Ran Lai’s aggressive manner, "Then let me explain why I think you’re a fraud!"

Yang Chen glanced at Daoist Tai Wen and then walked toward the altar.

Daoist Tai Wen trembled with anger.

He had always operated high-end rituals, thoroughly respected by various business leaders and wealthy folk—no one dared treat him like this!

Right away, Daoist Tai Wen said, "Elder Zhang, President Zhang! What’s your friend doing here? Such disrespect to the gods; if punished, don’t blame me for not helping!"

Zhang Xingzhou had been silent and looked at Daoist Tai Wen, shifting his gaze back to Yang Chen, saying calmly, "Let’s see what happens first."

After speaking, Zhang Xingzhou followed Yang Chen.

Zhang Qishan followed closely.

As a grandson, Zhang Shaoting had no choice.

Gu Xijun glared at them and walked over briskly.

The master and disciple trio were left stunned, exchanging glances.

"Master, what do we do?" Ran Lan’s face was pale; he hadn’t encountered such a scene before.

Ran Lai said angrily, "What’s to fear! Let’s see what they can do!"

They had always been respected and treated as distinguished guests, long accustomed to being high and mighty; they’d never suffered such indignity.

Daoist Tai Wen frowned, thought for a moment, and snorted coldly, saying, "Don’t panic! Let’s see what tricks he has!"

His only worry was the newly arrived female officer; if she pegged him with organizing superstitious activities, it would be annoying.

However, he decided to confront the situation, saying to the two, "Let’s follow him!"

Everyone followed Yang Chen to the altar. Yang Chen picked up the Peach Wood Sword, also lifted a piece of talisman paper, which directly burned.

Then he pointed at a candle flame, which ignited with a puff.

Zhang Shaoting saw this and exclaimed, "Brother Chen, have you learned Daoist magic?"

"What Daoist magic!" Yang Chen glanced at the very embarrassed Daoist Tai Wen, "Just some simple scientific tricks!"

"Am I right, Daoist?" Yang Chen looked at Daoist Tai Wen.

"You... You’re talking nonsense!" Daoist Tai Wen shouted angrily, "You’re slandering!"

He never expected Yang Chen to so deftly and effortlessly reveal the tricks he used.

"Want me to have it tested?" Yang Chen said coldly to Daoist Tai Wen.

Daoist Tai Wen trembled with nervous eye shifts, not daring to meet Yang Chen’s gaze.

Because he knew, once tested, the truth would be exposed.

Ran Lai still refused to yield, shouting, "These are our tools; how do you know our methods don’t work?"

Yang Chen snorted coldly at Ran Lai’s words and told Zhang Shaoting, "Call Wudan Mountain to check if there’s a Daoist Tai Wen; also ask if they perform external rituals to dispel evil spirits!"

"Okay!" Zhang Shaoting quickly took out his phone to make the call.

Seeing this, Daoist Tai Wen’s face instantly turned pale, and his legs began to tremble.