Chapter 1184 Or perhaps...

"yes!"

Wuyou, like a soldier ready to go, rushed to the old Taoist priest as soon as he received the order.

"Wait, wait!" the old Taoist priest pleaded, waving his arms. "There's another way, there's another way!"

"Too late, haha! I've had my eye on you for ages, let's just chop you down first!"

Swish swish swish swish!

The old Taoist priest's hair was cut into sections by Wuyou, lying messily on the ground, dirty and gray.

It absorbs dust as soon as it touches the ground, making it even dirtier.

"My hair! My hair!" the old Taoist priest angrily pointed at Song Chunxue. "Stop it! My hair!"

This old Taoist priest valued his hair very much. It's likely that many practitioners believe their hair and nails are part of themselves and shouldn't be discarded casually.

Since ancient times, people have always restrained themselves by saying that their bodies and hair are given to them by their parents and they dare not damage them.

Some stubborn old Taoist priests are even more demanding, collecting even their clipped fingernails to prevent them from being buried in dirty places for too long, which would affect them and make them tainted by the filth.

This Master Yichen is an example of such a person.

He knelt down on the ground, crying as he held up his hair, crying, "My hair! How could you be so vicious, woman!"

Song Chunxue sneered, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

"What? You've already cast a spell on me, and you won't even let me teach you a lesson?"

"Hmph, I think you're just too arrogant. You think you're some kind of god of this land and don't respect anyone else." As she spoke, Song Chunxue squatted down in front of him. "You saved the people here, but you didn't give it your all because you were afraid of interfering with cause and effect. But at the same time, you think you're different from those other sanctimonious, morally upright cultivators. You're just arrogant and think you're amazing."

She clapped her hands. "It's a pity, you're just like that, you can't even protect your own hair."

"You!" He thrust his sword directly at Song Chunxue, "You..."

Song Chunxue grabbed his wrist and slammed it to the ground, then stepped on his wrist with one foot and snatched his sword away with the other.

"What am I?" Song Chunxue pressed the dagger he had stolen against her throat. "Think it through before you speak."

The others unconsciously touched their necks, worried that the thing was pressing against them.

If Master Zhang were here, he would definitely tease Xie Zheng; she had actually been thinking of pointing fingers at Xie Zheng for a long time.

Master Han did not stop him and leisurely drank two sips of tea.

Such an arrogant Taoist priest, who also acts like he's old and condescending, deserves to be taught a lesson.

Of all people to mess with, he had to pick on Song Chunxue. Now he's been caught and taught a lesson.

If he weren't worried about getting blood and flesh splattered on him while cutting, he suspected that Wuyou would have already reduced Daoist Yichen to a skeleton.

It's just hair, it doesn't hurt.

"Master Song, please show mercy, I concede defeat..."

"Wrong, I'm not asking you to admit defeat. Please remove the curse from my body immediately. Don't cause me any pain or distress, otherwise, tonight will be even more unbearable for you than for me." She then said in a deep voice, "Wuyou, remove him..."

"I can't solve it; only the old doctor can."

Song Chunxue took a breath, "Wuyou, give him..."

“Nephew, don’t be impulsive. Let him live for now, and I’ll handle the rest. If he still doesn’t behave, we’ll send him straight to the King of Hell.” Master Han covered the teacup. “Go find Master Cao; removing the curse is the most important thing.”

“Alright, Martial Uncle is right.” Song Chunxue smiled brightly. “I’ll let you off the hook for now, but you should know that you’ve messed with the wrong person this time. I’m a very vengeful person.”

Everyone's gazes drifted towards Xie Zheng again, wondering how she viewed him.

Sanwa secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Mother, I'll go with you."

"Okay," Song Chunxue placed her hand on his shoulder, her expression softening considerably. "Mulan, was the child frightened?"

"No, Mother, this child is brave, just like a boy." Mulan tried to appear calm, but in reality, she was terrified, her heart pounding like a drum.

But the child was really bold; it was she who was frightened.

Medical clinic.

The old doctor probably expected them to appear at this moment. As soon as Song Chunxue and the others arrived at the door, they saw the disciples inside the clinic open the door from the inside.

"Please come in, everyone."

Song Chunxue and Daoist Yichen walked in front, Sanwa in the middle, and Xie Zheng at the back.

It's estimated that Xie Zheng didn't want to come, but Master Han asked him to come along, in case he could cure Xie Zheng.

"Everything is ready, please have a seat." The old doctor glanced at Daoist Yichen, "Why are you wearing a hat today?"

"It's nothing, just please remove the curse as soon as possible." He twisted his neck, unwilling to elaborate.

“I shaved his head. Who told him to be so dishonest and try to play tricks on me?” Song Chunxue didn’t give him any face. “Now he looks like a chipmunk.”

The old doctor laughed, "Serves you right."

As he spoke, his gaze lingered on Xie Zheng.

"This person... is here to seek my medical help, right?"

Xie Zheng cupped his hands in greeting, "Indeed, I'm sorry to have bothered you."

"Hmm, wait a moment. I may not be able to solve your problem." The old doctor held a thick silver needle and deftly inserted it into Song Chunxue's arm, causing large beads of blood to appear.

"Mother, does it hurt?" Sanwa looked on in fear. "Sir, would you please hold my mother's hand?"