Zhang Tian heard the strange sounds and was a little curious.
Concealing his aura, Zhang Tian walked towards the source of the sound.
Daoist Yimei's hut seemed to have been renovated.
Behind the hut, there appeared to be a large space, possibly a courtyard or a pond.
Zhang Tian walked with light footsteps.
Soon, he passed the hut.
Zhang Tian arrived at the source of the sound.
Upon seeing the scene before him, Zhang Tian involuntarily swallowed.
Is this something a human would do?
He saw two Daoist priests, bare-chested, each holding a club, fighting another person.
The commotion of their struggle splashed water high into the air from the pond.
"Hmph, Junior Brother wants to fight Senior Brother? How uncultivated!"
Daoist Danhe snorted coldly, his figure like a ghost as he swung his club towards Daoist Yimei's head.
Daoist Yimei was not to be outdone.
"Hmph, shouldn't Senior Brother yield to Junior Brother? Watch me strike the vital point."
As Daoist Yimei spoke, his club also moved like a shadow.
Watching the two intensely fighting in the water.
Zhang Tian touched his cheek.
How did he end up with such an idiot for a master, and his martial uncle was the same, so unrestrained.
"Cough, cough, cough."
Zhang Tian stood by the pond and coughed gently.
Upon hearing the sound.
Both men froze, their clubs hovering in mid-air.
They exchanged a glance, their eyes fixed on Zhang Tian with a hint of bewilderment.
"Swish, swish."
Almost instantly, both their clubs disappeared into the water.
Then, they cupped their hands over their chests.
"Good disciple, quickly, quickly get out, your master is not dressed, it's not a good impression."
"Martial Nephew, why are you like a ghost, walking without a sound, you startled this martial uncle! This martial uncle is also not dressed, you go out first."
Both spoke in unison.
Zhang Tian touched his cheek.
Whether you're dressed or not, is that important?
And, the impression was already bad enough.
Zhang Tian waved his hand and turned to leave.
"It's all your fault, the good disciple saw us, where will I hide my face?"
Daoist Yimei pointed at Danhe's nose and scolded.
"It's all your fault! I was the perfect martial uncle in my martial nephew's eyes, and now you've ruined it all!"
Daoist Danhe was equally unyielding, and the two started fighting again.
Zhang Tian sat in front of a stone table in the courtyard, drinking the spiritual water on the table.
The sounds of their scuffle occasionally reached his ears, and Zhang Tian shook his head slightly.
He wondered what grudges these two held against each other, that they couldn't rest even in death.
After a long while.
The two, dressed in yellow Daoist robes, slowly walked out.
They held hands, their faces showing kind smiles.
"Good disciple, you're back. How was it? Were you injured? Did you encounter any difficulties? If you did, your Ancestor will always be your backing."
Daoist Yimei's face broke into a smile.
He spoke continuously.
Zhang Tian touched his cheek, this fellow certainly had a talent for putting on a show.
"Martial Nephew, I can see your cultivation has improved, it's truly commendable."
Daoist Danhe also had a smile on his face.
Seeing the two shamelessly trying to curry favor, Zhang Tian shook his head slightly.
"Alright, I didn't see anything, and I didn't hear anything."
Zhang Tian said speechlessly.
"Haha, I knew it, my good disciple is very clever. See? This is my most outstanding good disciple."
Daoist Yimei beamed with a smile.
"Tsk, my disciple isn't bad either. When my disciple returns this time, he'll have even greater gains!"
Daoist Danhe was not to be outdone.
The two seemed on the verge of arguing again.
Zhang Tian quickly spoke up.
"Master, Martial Uncle, I came to see you both and to ask if you need anything. If not, I'll be leaving."
Zhang Tian said, preparing to get up.
"Ay, ay, good disciple, your master doesn't need anything, but! It's mainly because of your disciple's sincerity, and master cannot refuse such kindness. Anything the good disciple gives, master will accept."
Daoist Yimei quickly stopped Zhang Tian and made him sit down again, a smile on his face as he uttered the classic line.
Zhang Tian's mouth twitched.
Good heavens, you've said all the good and bad words yourself.
"If Martial Nephew is willing to give Martial Uncle a little something, Martial Uncle would not mind either."
Daoist Danhe also smiled broadly.
Looking at the two, Zhang Tian felt a wave of frustration.
How did he end up with these two?
"I went to Nanyun this time and encountered quite a few things. At the same time, I obtained some items."
"These items should be useful to you."
Zhang Tian said, taking out four top-grade Ghost Pills.
He then took out four large jade bottles, each as big as a head.
Some of them contained the aura of the Muchen Pearl.
The Muchen Pearl was considered a highly yang item. Although it had some drawbacks for the two, its benefits outweighed the disadvantages.
"This aura, it's a Ghost Pill!"
Sensing the surrounding aura, both of their eyes lit up.
"Yes, these four Ghost Pills are for you. Two for each of you. The bottles contain a kind of Earth Spiritual Qi, which will help with cultivation."
Zhang Tian nodded gently.
Upon hearing this, both of them put on serious expressions.
"Cough, cough, my disciple has done well, he is the pride of Maoshan. This martial uncle is happy for you."
Daoist Danhe said shamelessly with a solemn expression.
"As expected of my good disciple, the new wave pushes the old wave, and one wave has washed me ashore. Seeing this, master is happy for my good disciple, my good disciple has grown a lot from this trial."
"As expected of the disciple I taught, he is indeed strong."
Daoist Yimei gave a thumbs up.
He raised his head, a proud expression on his face.
Zhang Tian was instantly ashamed.
How could this fellow seize any opportunity to take credit?
"Alright, take these for now. By the way, do you still have any spiritual water here?"
Zhang Tian waved his hand.
"If my good disciple is willing to give it, master doesn't have any."
Daoist Yimei said.
Zhang Tian directly produced several pots of spiritual water.
"Take these to drink. Oh, and Master, didn't you go down the mountain to help those people exorcise demons recently? You did well, keep it up."
Zhang Tian said after some thought.
"Haha, as expected of my good disciple, you even guessed this little thing about your master."
"That's right, saving lives, healing the wounded, helping with exorcism, and upholding justice, it was indeed your master."
Daoist Yimei said with great confidence.
Zhang Tian didn't say anything more, but nodded and prepared to get up.
"Ay, right, good disciple, master has recently received a few more exorcism jobs. Do you want to come with me? Since you're back after such a long time, you can't just stay at home."
Daoist Yimei said softly, a hint of anticipation on his face.
He only saw his disciple once every few months, and if Zhang Tian were to go into seclusion, he might not see him even once a year.
Daoist Yimei thought that instead of that, it would be better to go out and have some fun, and then go back to cultivate.
Zhang Tian thought for a moment.
"Alright, if I have time then, I'll go with you."
Zhang Tian said.
"Great! Master is very happy. Good disciple, if you're busy, you don't need to worry about us."
Daoist Yimei's happiness was visibly apparent.
Zhang Tian nodded, then stood up, intending to leave.
Zhang Tian had other matters to attend to, so he couldn't stay here indefinitely.
For example, the promise he made to Queen Jingjue.