"You actually...you actually dealt with the ghost baby?"

Young man, you're quite capable, but...

"You've gone astray! Even tigers don't eat their cubs, aren't you afraid of divine retribution?"

Emperor Wu of Chen was a middle-aged man with a dignified appearance, thick eyebrows, and large eyes. He was quite imposing, but at this moment he looked cynical and resentful, and the other party loudly criticized him.

Fang Zong was bewildered: "What happened?"

Emperor Chen Wu pointed at the ghost infant and roared, "He's your own son! How could you not let him ambush you, but instead deal with him?"

"It's fake, he tricked me."

"I also felt it was a bit fake, but I still got scammed!" Emperor Chen Wu looked incredulous.

I got scammed, how can you avoid getting scammed?

I'm a senior colleague!

It's not that I'm stupid, it's that you're too ruthless!

Fang Zong curled his lip: "I only have one ex-girlfriend. When I called to ask, she said she never had any children with me. How could I have a son?"

Emperor Wu of Chen: "..."

How could that be? Just one?

You're clearly a promising young man, and you only have one ex-girlfriend? What a waste of your youth and potential!

"Wait!" Emperor Chen Wu took a few steps with difficulty, panting as he leaned on the Bloodline Stone, and asked, "You really only have one ex-girlfriend?"

"There really is only one." Fang Zong was absolutely certain.

"What about soliciting prostitutes? You dare say you're rich and have never called a 'princess,' and if you did, you always used a condom?"

Fang Zong: ...I'm sorry, senior. Here's a middle finger for you to express my speechless respect.

He decisively gave Emperor Chen Wu the middle finger and asked, "How many ex-girlfriends do you have?"

"More than twenty!" Emperor Chen Wu said matter-of-factly, ignoring the middle finger.

How many times have you been to a brothel?

"Countless!" Emperor Wu of Chen was quite pleased with himself.

"You're still alive? Heaven has no eyes!"

Fang Zong said in a serious tone, then jumped up on his toes and kicked the ghost infant directly:

"Here you go. Actually, I really wanted to use the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty, but unfortunately I don't know how. You can decide what to do."

"Kill them and that's it!"

Emperor Chen Wu was even more decisive, taking the ghost infant and unleashing a terrifying roar from his fist, as if a giant dragon were ascending to the heavens.

A bright yellow light surged from his fist. Even at the risk of aggravating his injuries, he swung his fist and smashed the ghost infant onto the bloodline stone.

"Eek~~~~"

The Bloodline Stone suddenly emitted a sharp, low hum, and a circle of eerie green ripples suddenly appeared from the smoke scattered from the ghost infant and from the point where the stone and Emperor Chen Wu's fist came into contact.

Two large, blood-red characters began to slowly seep out, as if blood were seeping out:

Father and son!

Fang Zong: "..."

Emperor Wu of Chen: "..."

The old village chief: "..."

...

Above the valley, Fang Zong stands suspended in mid-air.

Having acquired the second spell, Fang Zong took another step closer to becoming a true spell-level expert. With the addition of his levitation ability, he could even hover for more than ten seconds.

He pressed down with one hand, and suddenly, ripples spread across Chenjia Village.

"The land decrees, the underworld village shall accept it!"

The heavens and earth seemed to echo with a grand yet indifferent whisper. A phantom image of an official in robes appeared above Fang Zong's head, covering him completely. Then, the entire Chen Family Village, along with its more than 130 vengeful spirits, vanished without a trace.

Fang Zong landed on the ground and took a deep breath.

Emperor Chen Wu was still quite disappointed. He didn't know if there was a problem with the bloodline stone, or... Never mind, he stared at Fang Zong and sighed, "How strange."

"It's quite amazing. I can collect Chenjia Village and move it to another place. Unfortunately, the energy fragments of the Underworld Land are too weak. I can only collect it once, and then I can't change the location."

"Then we need to choose carefully. Where do you plan to put it?"

"Let's leave it in our hometown."

Fang Zong laughed and said, "There are no treasures inside. It can only help military generals accelerate their cultivation and help ordinary people improve their health. I plan to attract some military generals to protect my hometown, and also let my parents go in for a visit when they have nothing to do, as a way to exercise."

"Nothing of value?" Emperor Chen Wu's eyes widened in surprise.

Such a big, precious item, you're going to use it as an activity room for your parents?

Are we going to set up a table to play mahjong?

He gritted his teeth and muttered, "Every single plant inside is a yin-attribute spiritual herb."

"I know, you're trash."

Fang Zong spoke matter-of-factly, considering these 'every blade of grass and every tree' utterly worthless to him.

Emperor Chen Wu continued through gritted teeth: "Especially the fish in the Kuiyin River, which have existed since ancient times, are truly treasures!"

"Yeah, it's trash too."

Fang Zongcai didn't care. The energy of those fish was not good, not even comparable to Na Yuan Dan, so they were trash.

Emperor Wu of Chen: "..."

He declared: From now on, I will never speak to a nouveau riche who has achieved early success!

The two returned to the old house and saw Emperor Chen Wu. Zhai Ming rushed to him, crying.

After comforting Zhai Ming, Emperor Chen Wu glanced at Fang Zong's ghostly clothes and said to Zhai Ming, "Give your clothes to Brother Fang Zong."

"Need not!"

Fang Zong glanced at the tissues on the coffee table and rationally refused.

Emperor Chen Wu said, "I know Zhai Ming's clothes are no good; they'll tear easily. But my clothes aren't here."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "I'll go prepare some things, and then I'll take you to my real home to get them."

Fang Zong nodded, went into his room, and looked at himself in the mirror.

The trip to the desolate village was truly rewarding.

Not to mention the entire Wilderness Underworld Village, they obtained a second spell from the Kuiyin River alone, and it was a sub-demon level spell.

Even now, every breath Fang Zong takes seems to scorch the air in front of his face.

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