Chapter 9: That sickly guy is actually a master of metaphysics?!

Ji Qingshan didn't react much to this; it was perfectly normal for his bloodline to be superior.

"So what if he's outstanding? He'll still only live to be 28." Ji Qingshan said casually.

The tone of his voice suggested that he did not treat him as his own son.

Just as his senior brother was about to scold him, the Taoist priest interrupted him by flicking his whisk: "Then what is the purpose of your trip up the mountain? You don't seem to care about him. Could it be that your whole family came up the mountain specifically for a spring outing?"

Ji Qingshan took a sip of tea: "My Huaiming was diagnosed with a heart condition and needed a heart transplant. I did a divination for him and found that his chance of survival lay with his older brother."

The Taoist priest and his senior master's expressions immediately turned sour.

“My eldest son is already 26 years old.” Ji Qingshan looked up at them: “He’s 27 in Chinese reckoning and 28 in Chinese reckoning. Time is almost up.”

"Since there's not much time left, let's save his brother's life."

Ji Qingshan spoke without any burden, as he had more than one son.

Master Wan'an sneered and flicked his whisk.

He flung the teacup in front of Ji Qingshan away, smashing it against the opposite wall, spilling tea on the ground, and shattering the cup into pieces.

"Looking forward to your return! Seeing the guest off!"

The eldest brother came in upon hearing the commotion, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, and stepped aside, saying, "Patriarch Ji, please."

Ji Qingshan was completely taken aback: "Master Hongdao! What do you mean by this!"

"If you don't value my disciple's life, then I won't treat you like a human being either. Leave Wan'an Mountain!" The Taoist priest's aura suddenly changed.

Ji Qingshan was directly thrown away by the shock.

When Ji Yao came over, he noticed the commotion, reached out and supported Ji Qingshan, and the two landed safely.

I stared at them in disbelief.

Baiyun and her brother and sister were also taken aback by the sudden change: "What's going on? Are they sparring?"

"Master Wan'an, what do you mean by this?" Ji Yao frowned.

"Ji Huaizhi is a disciple of Wan'an Taoist Temple. Anyone who bullies him is making an enemy of Wan'an Taoist Temple. Ji Qingshan, when you sent him up the mountain, do you still remember what you said back then?"

Master Wan'an looked at him coldly.

Ji Qingshan pushed Ji Yao away: "That's my son!"

"You said back then that he wouldn't live past twenty-eight and wouldn't amount to much, so you might as well let him recuperate on the mountain!" Uncle-Master roared.

"You haven't fulfilled your responsibilities as parents, and now you want him to sacrifice for you in vain!"

"There's no such thing as a free lunch!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Yun rushed forward: "My son said he's willing to save his brother!"

"I heard it with my own ears! He's clearly a good child, yet you're preventing him from fulfilling his filial duties!"

Ji Yao glanced at his sister-in-law after hearing her words.

Was she there just now?

My senior uncle stomped his foot, and the surrounding trees shook: "Bullshit!"

The Taoist priest didn't waste any words with him. His expression was solemn, his eyes were slightly closed, and he was chanting incantations. His hand moved through the air like flowing clouds and water, and his breathing was steady and long.

He struck Ji Qingshan directly with a palm strike.

Ji Qingshan flipped in the air, took out two talismans without hesitation, and chanted an incantation. A mysterious power flowed out from the talismans.

The red streak of light shot straight into the eyes of the Taoist priest and his senior master.

My senior brother raised his right hand, and a golden shovel appeared in his hand.

It directly blocked the opponent's attack.

Baiyun held the two children, surrounded by sand and dust, as a strong wind swept in.

The scene was chaotic. The leaves whipped up by the strong wind were like sharp blades, cutting into the skin and immediately drawing blood, causing a sharp, painful sensation.

Ji Yao stood in the wind, a leaf brushing against his cheek.

A bloody mark immediately appeared on his face.

Sensing this was an opportunity, he used his scarred hand to form a hand seal, creating an ever-growing fireball.

He attacked Master Wan'an directly, facing the wind.

Wang Gui saw this and flew over immediately, quickly using a shield talisman to block it for his master.

But his shield couldn't withstand the powerful fireballs for long.

Ji Yao curled his lips into a smile.

Just as the shield was about to shatter, his senior apprentice noticed it out of the corner of his eye and reached out a hand to help him.

Unexpectedly, the pine tree next to me changed, with its thick roots rising directly from the ground.

It changed extremely quickly in the air, flying directly over and engulfing the fire.

The vines enveloped the fireball, forming an even larger sphere that spun rapidly through the air, flying straight toward Ji Yao.

Ji Yao dodged with a somersault, and the red wall behind him was smashed open, leaving a large hole.

Just when he thought everything was alright, pine needles from the pine tree flew over like projectiles.

None of the Ji family members present escaped.

Pine needles pierced their bodies, turning them into hedgehogs in an instant.

Ji Qingshan's lips twitched, and several pine needles stuck in his face. As soon as he withdrew his strength, he was immediately blasted away by Daoist Wan'an.

Ji Huaiming cried out excitedly when he saw his father fall to the ground: "Dad!"

"Besides you, there are other experts at Wan'an Taoist Temple?" Ji Qingshan said, clutching his chest, with pine needles still stuck in his body.

This thing was clearly soft, but it was sticking straight up into his body.

Not only that, but there was also a faint oozing of blood from the skin.

With such a commotion, the young Taoist priests from the temple came over with weapons to help.

Wang Xingwangyue jumped directly from the roof.

"How dare they cause trouble at Wan'an Taoist Temple!"

The Taoist priest waved his whisk and said, "You may leave now. If we meet again, we will no longer be friends."

Bai Yun grabbed Ji Qingshan's arm: "I want to see my son. You didn't get his consent from beginning to end. He's such a filial son."

"He was clearly willing to save his brother."

Wang Gui frowned: "How is that possible? He's not mentally unstable."

“I heard it with my own ears! How can you deprive him of the opportunity to fulfill his filial duty!”

Master Wan'an's expression remained unreadable: "Even if he agrees, I will not agree."

"You bunch of stinking Taoist priests! What gives you the right?! So what if he's a member of the Ji family and he's contributing to the Ji family?" Ji Huaiyuan shouted.

She slipped, and a vine sprouted from under the pine tree, flying directly at her face and knocking out a tooth.

"ah!"

Ji Huaiyuan covered her mouth in horror: "My teeth."

Looking at the vine in front of her, Ji Huaiyuan was thinking of burning it.

Unexpectedly, after swinging in the air, it kept slapping her, and wouldn't stop.

"Yuanyuan!"

"younger sister!"

Ji Huaiming saw that the two fingers were joined together and cut the vine with a single stroke.