"Yes, it's Nanshan Du. It's a superior exorcism technique that once shocked the entire metaphysical world."
"Nanshan Temple declined two thousand years ago, and the Nanshan lineage has been lost ever since. How can it be now..."
"I have a bold guess: the once-declining Nanshan Temple may never have disappeared. Their descendants have always been there, just hidden away. Perhaps that person is currently displaying their extraordinary abilities—who knows?"
"Masters, can you tell which direction the Nanshan Du (a type of energy) is emanating from?"
"I can't tell..."
"What I saw was in the direction of the capital city?"
"I've calculated it carefully, and it seems to have really come from the capital city..."
"..."
…
…
Neither Wan Jiao nor Feng Nanshan knew the reaction of the metaphysicians in the entire metaphysical community.
Wan Jiao didn't think about stopping Feng Nanshan; she just watched.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally returned from the window, sat down on the sofa, his expression blank, and a flicker of pain in his eyes…
Wan Jiao walked over and gently patted Feng Nanshan's shoulder. "Ancestor, I know you're upset, but it was all her own choice. She can't blame anyone else."
“You have cultivated the Tao for many years, surely you can understand the life and death of this mere person.”
It's not that Feng Nanshan is unable to understand, it's just that his memories of Rong Xuan are too deep, and they were indeed childhood sweethearts, innocent and carefree...
"Sigh~"
Feng Nanshan sighed heavily.
Wan Jiao: "Grandmother, are you alright?"
Feng Nanshan didn't speak, but slowly closed his eyes.
What he regrets is obvious!
Seeing this, Wan Jiao stopped speaking and instead formed a hand seal, displaying a pre-prepared image of Rong Xuan's death in the air.
"Ancestor, since you want to see, then please do."
After saying that, Wan Jiao turned and left, but didn't go far.
Through the closed door, Wan Jiao could clearly hear the crying coming from inside.
For a celestial master like Feng Nanshan, this is probably a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Wan Jiao lowered her eyes slightly and murmured to herself, "Destined to meet but not to be together, one died and the other became a heretic cultivator. In the end, it was still Heaven's cruelty."
Si Yue was standing right behind Wan Jiao. Hearing her words, she asked suspiciously, "Master, what are you talking about?"
"By the way, Master, I just saw a lot of wandering ghosts being released from their suffering outside. Did you do that?"
Wan Jiao only noticed Si Yue standing there at this moment. She looked at Si Yue deeply and asked slowly, "You saw it too?"
Si Yue nodded, her admiration undisguised. "Those wandering ghosts were all delivered in an instant. It's a wonder of the world. It's hard not to see it."
"Master, you are so strong! When will I be able to become as strong as you?"
To be honest, Wan Jiao really doesn't know how to use Nanshan Du in Feng Nanshan.
Si Yue kept praising her strength, which made her feel somewhat embarrassed.
Clearing her throat twice, Wan Jiao reminded Si Siyue, "If you cultivate diligently, you'll be qualified to be compared to me when you reach the tenth level of a mystic master. As for the salvation ritual..."
Wan Jiao glanced at the room where Feng Nanshan was, and then said, "That is the Nanshan Du created by our Nanshan Temple's founder, and it has nothing to do with me."
When Wan Jiao said that it was Nan Shan Du and not what she did, Si Yue's eyes widened in disbelief.
So what the master meant was: the patriarch intervened?
How is that possible?
The ancestral master is in the memorial tablet, huh?
How could they still be out there performing the Nanshan Salvation ritual, helping so many wandering souls find peace?
Si Yue's expression changed rapidly, which Wan Jiao saw clearly.
She spoke up at the right moment, explaining, "The spirit of the patriarch can possess my paper effigy, which looks exactly like the real person. If you want to see him, go in and pay your respects now."
Si Yue was so excited that her eyes sparkled, and she was about to raise her hand to push the door open when she heard sobbing coming from inside.
Hearing this, Si Yue froze, her hand still pushing the door open. She awkwardly turned her head, her gaze meeting Wan Jiao's in the air. "Master, Grandmaster seems... seems... a little sad?"
Si Yue's voice was very low.
"Is it inappropriate for me to go in and pay my respects now?"
Wan Jiao awkwardly twitched her lips. "You make a good point. Let's go later then."
Si Yue: "..."
Master, you knew all along that the Ancestral Master was heartbroken, didn't you?
They even told me to come in... Are you sure it wasn't intentional?
Although, Si Yue didn't say what was on her mind.
However, Wan Jiao truly understood it at a glance.
Feeling guilty, she hurriedly changed the subject, "I'm in a very good mood today. Come on, let me test your recent progress in cultivation."
Si Yue: "???"
Feeling very good?
Master, are you really not afraid of angering the ancestral master?
He was so heartbroken, and you're still in a good mood?
Oh dear, if the founding master heard this, then...
Before Si Yue could even process what was happening, Feng Nanshan's furious roar echoed from inside the room, "You brat, you're building your happiness on my suffering, aren't you?"
Wan Jiao: "..."
To excavate a trench.
That was too hasty!
…
Two flowers bloom, each telling its own story!
That night, a major event occurred in the Feng family. Feng Yan, who was unable to cultivate but possessed a naturally gifted Seven Absolute Spiritual Body, was harmed by someone and fell seriously ill, appearing to be on the verge of death.
We consulted one renowned doctor after another, but they were all helpless.
The old master of the Feng family was extremely anxious, and the entire Feng family was filled with unease.
At 3:30 a.m., after the last renowned doctor came out of Feng Yan's room dejectedly, someone in the crowd shouted, "I've heard there's a streamer called Wan Banxian who's omnipotent. Old Master Feng, why don't you send someone to look for him?"
The name of Wan Banxian is truly known to everyone in this prosperous country.
However, few people have witnessed just how capable she truly is.
Unfortunately, the Feng family is truly out of options now. They're just trying anything, even if it seems hopeless!
After a moment of serious thought, the old master of the Feng family immediately made a decision: "Quickly send someone to invite Wan Banxian."
…
"Master, the matter has been settled. Feng Yan cannot hold on for long. You only need to wait three more hours, and you will be able to successfully seize that body and use it for your own purposes."
In the darkness, the man's laughter was deafening and terrifying.
Bai Ying, kneeling on the ground, smiled more deeply, and when she spoke again, her voice was much louder, "Congratulations, Master! Congratulations, Master!"
The man laughed for a while before sternly instructing Bai Ying, "Knowing her as I do, she will definitely interfere. Make sure the arrangements are proper and don't let her ruin things."
Bai Ying cupped her hands in greeting, "Master, rest assured, I have already laid a trap for the Feng family. If she dares to come, she will not leave alive."
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