Feng Mushan shrank back, terrified of the dazzling golden light of merit emanating from Yuan Qi. Having been dead for over a decade, he naturally knew what the golden light of merit meant; it could not only deter ghosts and evil spirits but also kill them.
This is far more powerful than any underworld official. The real one is a Celestial Master, but who knows how someone like this fake underworld official could possibly offend?
He watched as Yuanqi tapped his palm with the broken half of the mourning stick, and it felt no different from tapping his own body; his very soul trembled.
Seeing his cowardly appearance, Yuan Qi felt that this ghost was all bark and no bite, and that he was no good. So he roared, "Speak up! What are you waiting for?"
She raised the mourning stick in her hand and struck Feng Mushan on the head.
Feng Mushan covered her head and screamed, "I'll talk, I'll talk..."
Many older members of the Feng family knew him, and seeing his demeanor, they all thought he was a good-for-nothing and a coward.
Especially his second uncle, who still had to call him "uncle," was particularly furious. Holding his cane, he pointed at him angrily and asked, "Did you kill the Feng family's descendant?"
My second uncle pounded the ground in grief, and cried out in anguish, "Why?! Tell me!"
Feng Mushan stuck her head out and replied, "I was forced to do it by others! I had no choice."
He dared not meet the gaze of Yuan Qi and the Feng family members, his eyes darting away as he stared at the ground.
Yuan Qi grunted and cursed at him, "You're talking nonsense!" Then he struck him with the mourning stick.
Feng Mushan screamed and collapsed to the ground, her soul weakened.
He trembled all over, stubbornly explaining, "It was the Feng family's mortal enemy who forced me to do this. Why would I want to kill the Feng family's child? Did I want to? I didn't want to either."
Yuan Qi twitched his lips and struck again with the mourning stick. Feng Mushan wailed miserably, "Heavenly Master, spare me! I was forced to do this. It was the underworld officials who forced me. They gave me this mourning stick too."
Feng Mushan knew that Ding Yuanqi would also be unable to confront the underworld officials, so he made up a story in an attempt to deceive them.
He stared at Yuan Qi, fearing that if Yuan Qi swung the mourning stick again, his soul would be shattered.
He huddled in the corner, trembling all over, looking just like a pitiful child who had been beaten.
Yuan Qi tapped his palm with the mourning stick, curious. He knew that hitting a mortal body with a mourning stick would surely damage the soul, but the Celestial Master was indeed unharmed. He wished he had such a body.
"Master, what I said is true. Please stop hitting me, or my soul will be scattered."
The Feng family members watched their ancestor timidly begging for help, showing no backbone whatsoever. The Feng family was, after all, a distinguished family, and the elder brother had a straight spine. How could such a good-for-nothing have emerged from them?
This is a disgrace to our ancestors!
Yuan Qi struck him again, which weakened his spirit even more. He was so frightened that he bared his teeth and screamed, and jumped up in pain all over his body.
"First, tell me where this mourning staff came from?" Yuan Qi raised the mourning staff high, ready to strike the ghost at any moment.
"How can you be so vicious at such a young age? You almost beat me to death!" Feng Mushan didn't want to tell the truth, because if he did, even the ghost messenger wouldn't let him off the hook.
Yuan Qi gave him another blow without hesitation. Feng Mushan screamed in agony as his soul became so weak that it was almost transparent.
Yuan Qi threatened, "If you don't tell me, you'd better prepare to be annihilated. I can ask the people here too."
She pointed to the ancestral tablets in the ancestral hall. She could clearly see that the ears of the ancestral tablets were plugged with filth, but their eyes were not covered. The reason was simple: covering the eyes would be too obvious, and people who came to the ancestral hall to offer incense would be able to see it.
"I'll talk, I'll talk!" Feng Mushan covered his head, afraid that Yuan Qi would hit him again. "I found it, I found it!"
Yuan Qi raised his mourning stick high again: "Do you think I'm your ancestor, so easy to fool? What is a mourning stick? It's a divine object. You think you can just pick it up like that? Well, go pick up another one for me right now!"
Yuan Qi's mourning stick came down, but missed him.
He was so frightened that he screamed, "I really found it! Ten years ago, I saw two underworld officials fighting in Shili Slope. They were fighting fiercely. One of the underworld officials' mourning staff was broken and he was seriously injured. I took advantage of his unconscious state and picked up his mourning staff."
Unable to determine whether it was true or false, Yuan Qi silently chanted a summoning spell, intending to ask a ghost messenger.
Feng Mushan trembled all over as she watched. This Celestial Master could actually summon underworld messengers, and he didn't need to set up an incense table or wear a ritual robe. He was incredibly powerful.
Uncle Feng was furious and no longer cared whether he was an elder or not, let alone his status as an ancestor.
He asked angrily, "Tell me, why did you harm the Feng family's children!"
The Feng family members standing nearby all spoke up in unison: "Speak!"
"I, I, I... The people above said that the Feng family should die out!" Feng Mushan made up another random sentence.
Feng's second uncle grabbed his cane and tried to hit him, but missed.
Yuan Qi didn't hold back and raised his mourning stick to scare him: "The Feng family is doomed to die out? Are you kidding me? You won't tell me? Then you'll be annihilated."
It wasn't that she felt sorry for Feng Mushan, but if she hit him again, he would truly be destroyed.
Feng Mushan immediately spoke up: "I'll talk, I'll talk!"
He shrank back and looked up at the Feng family: "I want to find a job in the underworld. A ghost official asked me to do something for him, and if I succeeded, he would recommend me to be a ghost official in the underworld."
Uncle Feng rebuked him sternly: "Outrageous! How can you disregard your descendants for your own selfish gain? You are a member of the Feng family, how can you be so selfish?"
Feng Aotian was also furious. He stepped forward and asked, "Who is that underworld official? Tell me."
Feng Mushan looked at him as if he were a fool, quite smugly: "You don't mean to try and summon the underworld officials, do you?"
He also figured that no matter how capable Yuan Qi was, he wouldn't be able to interfere in the affairs of the underworld, let alone capture the underworld officials. He figured he'd just scare this little minion a bit.
Yuan Qi chuckled: "He's just a lowly soul-collecting underworld official. I have connections in the underworld, and the King of the Underworld often plays chess with me. If I want to deal with someone, it's just a matter of saying a word."
Feng Mushan scoffed and said, "You're just bragging."
Yuanqi looked at the Feng family ancestral hall, where the ears of the ancestors in the portraits were all plugged, and reminded everyone: "See? Your ancestors' ears are plugged, and with excrement no less. Can't you see that your ancestors are angry?"
The Feng family couldn't see it at all, but Yuan Qi reminded them and they looked carefully. Sure enough, there was something in the ear area of the ancestor's portrait.
The descendants of the Feng family all knelt on the ground to beg for forgiveness.
Yuan Qi found it inexplicably funny and pointed at the Feng family members, mocking them without any politeness: "You call yourselves filial sons and virtuous grandsons, but can't you see that your ancestors had their ears stuffed with excrement? Not only can they not hear, but their souls are also sealed inside and unable to move. Tsk tsk, it's really... disgusting just thinking about it."
The Feng family wished they could beat Feng Mushan to death.
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