With a flick of his right hand, an invisible ray of light surged into the yellow paper.
The yellow paper trembled slightly and then shook violently on the table.
The two brothers were taken aback, and Zhou Minggan stood up involuntarily.
This table is made of marble and is incredibly heavy. It's not unusual for a piece of paper to tremble, but the fact that this piece of paper can make the whole table tremble is quite unusual.
As Ye Xingchen intensified his spell, a sudden snap rang out, and the yellow paper with the birth date and time written on it burst open.
Ye Xingchen slowly lowered his hand, letting out a heavy sigh: "So impressive..."
"Mr. Ye, what, what's going on?" Zhou Kunsheng asked impatiently.
“Something’s not right,” Ye Xingchen said. “You wrote down your father’s name and birth date for divination, which should have yielded results, but your father’s karmic obstacles are numerous.”
"I increased the pressure, and the talisman finally burst open. There's only one possibility for this..."
“What’s possible?” Zhou Kunsheng asked.
“Your father is still alive, and he is now a highly accomplished master, so I cannot calculate his causal power through this method,” Ye Xingchen said.
"Really? He, he's really still alive? Has he really succeeded in his cultivation?" Zhou Kunsheng was both surprised and delighted.
"If I'm not mistaken, that should be the case." Ye Xingchen nodded.
“Mr. Ye, I’m afraid your explanation is not convincing enough,” Zhou Ming said with a dry laugh.
"You don't believe me?" Ye Xingchen glanced at him.
“It’s not that I don’t believe you, but what you’ve done doesn’t convince me,” Zhou Minggan said slowly. “To be honest, before this, my brother sought out many so-called experts, not for any other reason than to find out where my father was.”
“But every single one of these people is a fraud. Mr. Ye’s methods of casting spells are different from theirs, but the result is the same: no result.”
"So, what's the difference between you and them?"
"Haha, if you want to say I'm a con artist, you can just say so directly," Ye Xingchen said with a slight smile. "There's no need to be so secretive."
“That’s not what I meant. Mr. Ye is different from them. After all, you were recommended by Elder Tang.” Zhou Minggan sneered, “Perhaps he is slightly lacking in strength…”
"Shut up! Don't speak to Mr. Ye like that!" Zhou Kunsheng's expression changed, and he snapped, "Apologize to Mr. Ye, immediately..."
Zhou Minggan remained silent, while Ye Xingchen smiled and said, "Mr. Zhou, there's no need to be angry."
“What your brother said isn’t without reason. Indeed, there are quite a few charlatans these days. If I can’t convince him with real skills, he definitely won’t believe me.”
"Mr. Ye, I'm so sorry, I've spoiled my younger brother too much," Zhou Kunsheng said quickly.
"It's alright, if this method doesn't work, then let's try another one," Ye Xingchen said with a smile.
"Other methods? What other methods do you have?" Zhou Minggan glanced at Ye Xingchen in surprise.
He originally thought Ye Xingchen would give up, but he didn't expect Ye Xingchen to take the initiative to suggest other methods.
“This method is… asking about Yin,” Ye Xingchen said.
"Asking about Yin?" Both of them were slightly taken aback.
“Everyone’s birth, aging, sickness, and death, and the cycle of cause and effect, are recorded in the underworld. Can’t we just ask?” Ye Xingchen said.
"Who are you asking? Black and White Impermanence? Ox-Head and Horse-Face? Or does Mr. Ye have someone under his command?" Zhou Ming laughed heartily.
He believed that Ye Xingchen was just making a fuss. Regardless of whether the underworld really exists, even if it does, how could a living person like him concern himself with matters of the underworld?
"You're right, I really do have someone down there." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly, "But this won't work, we need to find another place."
"Where should we go?" the two asked.
"A place with heavy yin energy, a place where life and death meet," Ye Xingchen said.
"Where is this place?" Zhou Kunsheng asked, puzzled.
"Hospital," Ye Xingchen uttered.
Ye Xingchen does indeed have connections. Last time, when he tried to steal the souls of that mother and child at the hospital, he almost killed an eighth-rank underworld official.
That guy's name is Wu Wei. When Ye Xingchen let him go, he had already secretly locked a wisp of his soul energy. Ye Xingchen could summon him up at any time if he wanted.
This is the power of the Supreme Jade Purity Dao Scripture; it doesn't cultivate martial arts, but immortality. In Ye Xingchen's eyes, a mere underworld official is no different from a wandering ghost.
“Then we’ll go to the hospital, but Mr. Ye, what if there are still no results this time?” Zhou Minggan stared at Ye Xingchen.
"Then consider me a fraud." Ye Xingchen laughed: "I'm at your mercy."
“Alright, it’s a deal. Let’s go to the biggest hospital in our city.” Zhou Minggan sneered.
He felt that Ye Xingchen was hiding his true intentions quite well, but he refused to believe it and was determined to expose Ye Xingchen.
Soon, several cars arrived at the hospital.
A group of bodyguards wanted to follow them inside, but Ye Xingchen said, "Don't have too many people."
"I'll go up with my brother; everyone else stay here," Zhou Minggan instructed.
"Yes." The bodyguards stayed behind.
Ye Xingchen led his two brothers directly to the rooftop of the tallest building in the hospital.
Looking at the time, it's already 10 p.m. Although it's not midnight yet when the gates of hell open, it shouldn't be difficult to summon the underworld officials.
"Mr. Ye, is this alright?" Zhou Minggan asked.
"Okay, open your eyes wide," Ye Xingchen said.
The two brothers opened their eyes wide. Ye Xingchen waved his right hand and opened their Heavenly Eyes.
The two of them only felt a moment of blurred vision, which then returned to normal. Apart from feeling a bit dryness in their eyes, they could not see anything else.
Fortunately, it wasn't midnight, otherwise the two brothers would probably have been scared to death.
After all, I've gained the ability to see the third eye; things I couldn't see before, I can now see.
After Ye Xingchen opened his Heavenly Eyes for the two, he shouted in a deep voice, "Where is Wuwei, the Eighth-Rank Soul Collector of the Underworld?"
The sound was not loud, but it pierced through the clouds, reaching the highest heavens and the deepest hells.
Suddenly, a cloud of black mist appeared on the rooftop. Zhou Kunsheng and Zhou Minggan were startled and quickly took a few steps back. Zhou Minggan even drew his gun and stared intently at the cloud of black mist.
The black mist churned and surged, and then a tall figure roared out from within it.
At the same time, a hoarse voice, like the scraping of heavy metal, appeared: "Who is calling for me?"
With a snap, a heavily armored underworld official appeared. He was twelve feet tall, and his eyes were like eerie underworld flames.
The Underworld Coffin, though not particularly powerful, is still extremely frightening in its attire.
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