The Soul Reaping Sect, sensing something was amiss, were the first to flee, followed closely by the other demonic cultivators.
However, without their cover for defense, the demonic cultivators were like living targets in the eyes of the crowd.
With several gunshots, the Soul Reaping Sect and the demonic cultivators were hit one after another, falling to the ground.
By the time the gunfire stopped, the Chen family manor was littered with corpses.
"You go find Old Master Chen."
Seeing that the demonic cultivators were wiped out, the officer quickly ordered his subordinates to find the mastermind.
Old Master Chen was a wealthy and influential figure in the village, with vast wealth. If this leader were to escape.
In the future, there would still be incidents of zombies transporting drugs, and even hiring demonic cultivators to target the Fierce Ghost Academy.
The people from the Fierce Ghost Academy searched the Chen family manor for an hour.
Finally, in a secret room, they found Old Master Chen and his servants.
In the secret room, there was also a large amount of money and gold, so much so that seven or eight large wooden chests were almost full.
"Old Master Chen, please!"
A student from the Fierce Ghost Academy approached Old Master Chen and made a gesture of invitation.
"I'll fight you to the death!"
Old Master Chen, knowing that escape was impossible, intended to fight to the bitter end.
He quickly took out a pistol from his sleeve and aimed it at the student in front of him, preparing to shoot.
Fortunately, the students from the Fierce Ghost Academy nearby reacted quickly and immediately opened fire, thus preventing the accident.
After dealing with Old Master Chen, everyone moved the bodies and wealth out of the secret room.
"Distinguished Daoist priests, the matter of zombies transporting drugs is over, and the students of the Fierce Ghost Academy can generally handle all sorts of supernatural events."
"This wealth is the wages we promised you."
The officer unceremoniously took half of Old Master Chen's assets and distributed them to Shi Jian, Uncle Jiu, and the others.
"Fu Sheng Wu Liang Tian Zun, then this humble Taoist accepts your generosity."
"This humble Taoist bids farewell!"
After bidding farewell to the officer and the students of the Fierce Ghost Academy, the group, carrying four large wooden chests, arrived at the nearest funeral parlor.
As Shi Jian had the highest seniority among those present, he was responsible for distributing the wealth and gold.
"Eldest Martial Brother, how should we distribute these foreign currencies and gold?"
"Don't ask me. This humble Taoist is not interested in foreign currencies and gold, I'll just take a little bit."
Finding the matter too troublesome, Shi Jian only took his share of the money.
Afterward, he handed over the matter of distributing the money and foreign currencies to Uncle Jiu next to him, becoming a hands-off manager.
"Cough, cough, since that's the case, then I shall distribute it."
"Then we'll trouble Elder Brother to handle it!"
Having no choice, Uncle Jiu had to step forward to distribute the foreign currencies and money in front of him.
It was because he ranked ninth among his martial brothers and was named Lin Jiu.
Among the martial brothers present, only Shi Jian had a higher seniority than Uncle Jiu.
Uncle Jiu, standing beside them, approached the wooden chests and gave the lion's share to the junior brothers whose disciples had died or were injured.
Then, he distributed the remaining wealth to the other junior brothers.
The junior brothers who received the foreign currencies and gold gathered around Shi Jian.
"Eldest Martial Brother, next time there's such a good thing, you must call us junior brothers a few more times."
"That's right, five foreign currencies a day, it's simply earning money while lying down."
"If it weren't for the Soul Reaping Sect causing trouble, we wouldn't be willing to leave the Fierce Ghost Academy."
The Taoist in the yellow robe, recalling his leisurely days at the Fierce Ghost Academy, felt extremely reluctant.
The journey of corpse driving was arduous and prone to encountering malevolent spirits, and the foreign currencies earned on a trip were not very much.
It was much more comfortable at the Fierce Ghost Academy, where one only needed to impart some experience.
Having spent a few months at the Fierce Ghost Academy, he had earned four or five hundred foreign currencies.
There was nothing that made money faster than staying at the Fierce Ghost Academy.
"Don't think about it, I also found this job by accident."
"Besides, the foreign currencies you received over a few months are enough for you to use for decades."
Shi Jian, sitting at the head, had no time to help his junior brothers find work.
Unless he found such jobs from the Fierce Ghost Academy while catching zombies or resolving supernatural events, he would call upon them again.
Moreover, it was already very lucky to encounter something like the Fierce Ghost Academy, which was like pie falling from the sky.
It was unlikely that they would find a job similar to the Fierce Ghost Academy in the future.
"Eldest Martial Brother, who would dislike having too much money? Just buying magic artifacts every year costs a lot of foreign currencies."
"Not to mention, I also have to support my few disciples."
"Alright, if there are any more good things like this in the future, I definitely won't forget you."
Shi Jian took a sip of tea, stood up, and bid farewell to Uncle Jiu and the others.
He was still a bit worried about leaving Mao Xiaofang alone at the funeral parlor in Chenjia Town.
Although he had advanced to the Earth Master realm, there might still be some evil spirits with high cultivation.
Before mastering the Lightning Flash Thunder Fist, it would be difficult for him to protect himself against flying zombies, ghost kings, and ghost emperors.
"Eldest Martial Brother, you're leaving already?"
"Won't you stay a little longer and gather with us? It's rare for martial brothers to gather."
The Taoist in the yellow robe beside him saw Shi Jian about to leave with Ah Wei and wanted to persuade him to stay.
Since they had come out of apprenticeship, they rarely had time to gather.
Normally, when they gathered, it was either because something big had happened or one of the junior brothers had encountered a major problem.
"That's right, it's rare to have so many martial brothers present today."
Uncle Jiu, sitting on a chair, stood up and also wanted to persuade Shi Jian and his disciple to stay.
"There's no need to say more, I still need to teach my disciple Taoist techniques, so I cannot stay here any longer."
"This meal is on me. When there's time in the future, I'll find you for another gathering."
Shi Jian took out some foreign currencies from his bag and placed them on the table. Then, taking Ah Wei with him, he used teleportation and disappeared from the sight of Uncle Jiu and the others.
"What kind of Taoist technique did Eldest Martial Brother use? Why did he disappear in the blink of an eye?"
The several Taoists in yellow robes inside the funeral parlor rubbed their eyes.
They found that Shi Jian and his disciple had indeed left the funeral parlor, and their expressions were filled with disbelief.
"Is this Second Martial Brother's 'Shrinking Ground into an Inch', or...?"
"'Shrinking Ground into an Inch' isn't this fast, it's more like teleportation!"
The few of them in the funeral parlor began to guess what kind of magic Shi Jian had used just now.
"Never mind it, Eldest Martial Brother left us some foreign currencies, so we don't even need money for food now."
Uncle Jiu and the others happily put away the foreign currencies on the table and took their disciples to eat a lavish meal in the nearby provincial capital.
After eating, the Taoists in yellow robes bid farewell to Uncle Jiu and returned to their respective funeral parlors and dojos.
On the other side, Shi Jian and his disciple quickly arrived in Chenjia Town using teleportation.
"Master, why are you running so fast?"
"Why didn't you stay when your martial uncles were so enthusiastic? I'm still hungry."
Arriving in Chenjia Town, Shi Jian flicked Ah Wei's forehead with his finger.
"You only know how to eat, eat, eat, you're almost becoming a pig."
"Your master is taking disciples, not running a pig farm."