Nangong Mo had passed away many years ago, and Master Chen should have been much older by now. However, due to his skillful cultivation, he was full of energy and looked no different from an ordinary man in his sixties. When he saw Linghu Lan, he looked slightly embarrassed, but the expression disappeared in an instant. He smiled and said calmly, "I was unaware of your presence and have failed to greet you properly. May I ask what brings you here?"
The young Taoist priests were stunned. Apart from members of the royal family, even high-ranking officials might not receive such a warm welcome from their master. Who were these two? Their master was so courteous, yet the two accepted it so readily. It was truly outrageous.
Linghu Lan saw the resentment of the young Taoist priests. Sure enough, their levels and perspectives were different. Only someone who could make your master so polite must be rich and noble or have extraordinary magical power. Did you want to see your master get beaten up in public?
She pointed to the mountain and smiled without saying a word.
Master Chen immediately understood and nodded, saying, "Since Your Excellency has taken a liking to the monsters on the mountain, then we shall retreat." With that, he instructed his disciples to pack their belongings and head back to their residence.
Linghu Lan gave a soft "hmm." "Those who know when to yield are wise," she thought. "There's definitely a reason I've lived this long." "Thank you!"
"I wouldn't dare!"
Master Zhu was displeased that Master Chen was leaving. He had spent a fortune to invite him from the capital, how could he let this young girl go with just a word? Although he could tell from Master Chen's attitude towards Linghu Lan that Linghu Lan was no ordinary person, having an important background and possessing profound magical power were two different things. The emperor might have a powerful background, but the emperor couldn't subdue demons. In his eyes, Linghu Lan was just some powerful and influential noblewoman. Compared to his son's life, what was so scary about offending a wealthy family?
"Master Chen, wait!"
“Master Zhu!” Master Chen quickly interrupted him, “This young lady possesses profound magical powers. With her here to subdue demons, you can rest assured.”
"It's not that I don't believe in Master Chen, but what proof do you have?"
Linghu Lan: "..." Make a face, can you watch?
The conversation was in complete disarray.
Yu Jue frowned. Mundane matters are truly troublesome.
His robe sleeves rose without wind, and with a gentle wave of his hand in the air, the entire atmosphere became clean and fresh, and the layer of black mist that had surrounded Phoenix Marrow Mountain all year round dissipated with a roar.
With a slight spread of his five fingers and a gentle grab, a scream came from afar, and a monster appeared before Yu Jue, shrieking as it appeared.
Yu Jue loosened his grip, and the monster fell to the ground, looking extremely disheveled.
Having broken free from Yu Jue's control, the monster suddenly flipped itself up and spewed out a cloud of black mist. It used the black mist as cover to escape, but it seemed to encounter some kind of barrier. With a whoosh, it was bounced back to the ground and bound by a golden light, unable to move any further.
The young Taoist priests, Master Zhu, and his servants were caught off guard and sprayed with a mouthful of black mist. The stench was so strong that they couldn't help but vomit.
Yu Jue suddenly grabbed Linghu Lan and flew into the sky, frowning and looking at the ground with disdain.
"immortal!"
Someone called out, and everyone, still spitting out words, shouted in unison, "Greetings, Immortal Lord!"
Linghu Lan: "..." We exorcise demons, and the gods benefit? Look closely, I'm a ghost!
Suddenly, a ghostly face appeared, scaring the crowd who were paying their respects away. "A ghost!"
Yu Jue: "..."
He reached out and put the monster away, then quickly left the scene of the crime with Linghu Lan.
Master Chen watched the two depart, secretly relieved. He distributed detoxifying pills to those who had inhaled the poisonous gas and then personally led his men up the mountain.
He knew in his heart that the task of searching for and rescuing people still had to be done by him.
He was somewhat frustrated: he, a dignified Celestial Master, had been reduced to a mere errand boy; it was utterly outrageous.
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