Back in the guest room, Mao Xiaofang prepared all his magical artifacts to face the day of worshipping the evil god in a few days.
"Xiaofang, your current strength is considerable. It's time to take on a disciple."
"You must bring a disciple back with you on this trip."
In the guest room, Shi Jian, looking at the white hairs on his hand, preemptively prepared Mao Xiaofang.
Although he himself had only taken on a disciple when he was nearly forty, it was due to his cultivation speed falling behind, leading him to travel the land, slaying demons and monsters.
Otherwise, his Purple Heaven Divine Thunder would have already reached the sixth level, and his cultivation realm would have reached the peak of Heavenly Master.
With Mao Xiaofang's current cultivation speed, and after teaching him the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder technique, he could break through the Heavenly Master realm within a few years.
"Master, I am only at the early stage of Earth Master. Is it not too early to take on a disciple?"
"If you lack even this bit of confidence, then what's the point of cultivating the Dao? You might as well go back and farm."
"If you were to become the sect leader, the Shangqing Sect might be ruined by your hands."
Looking at Mao Xiaofang before him, Shi Jian displayed an attitude of profound disappointment.
A person with five generations of extraordinary talent was even rarer than one with Yin-Yang eyes. If they missed this opportunity, it would be a tremendous loss.
Moreover, there was a successor from the Heavenly Dao Sect, proficient in the Five Elements. If Lei Gang were to encounter Zhong Bang, it was highly probable that he would take him as a disciple, which would be like a flower adorning a dung heap.
Therefore, they needed to find Zhong Bang earlier and quickly have Mao Xiaofang take him as a disciple, to prevent him from being snatched by others.
"Master, where can I find a disciple with good talent in such a short time?"
"You don't need to worry about this. I will help you scout one in Gantian Town tomorrow."
After speaking, Shi Jian cultivated the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder technique and the Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture in the guest room, aiming to break through to the peak of Heavenly Master realm.
The next day, the master and disciple walked slowly along the streets of Gantian Town.
"Quickly get out of the way, don't block my path, I still need to get to the Seven Sisters Hall."
Several fierce-looking villagers, seeing the master and disciple strolling leisurely, bumped Mao Xiaofang aside.
Another villager, attempting to bump Shi Jian, was instead knocked to the ground by him.
"You old geezer, your body is quite tough."
The villager who had fallen to the ground got up, rolled up his sleeves, and intended to teach Shi Jian a lesson.
"Old geezer?"
As soon as he heard someone call him an old geezer, Shi Jian's eyes turned sharp, exuding an invisible killing intent.
"Sir, this humble one had no eyes just now. I hope you can overlook my mistake."
The villager, seeing that Shi Jian was not to be trifled with, quickly apologized and offered some copper coins as compensation.
"Watch where you're going. Next time, it won't be as simple as an apology."
Shi Jian did not intend to kill the villagers publicly for their rude remarks.
He only reprimanded them verbally and did not accept the copper coins offered by the villager.
He then led Mao Xiaofang towards the Seven Sisters Hall. Copper coins were like begging for a beggar in his eyes.
The villagers who saw the master and disciple leave let out a cold sweat, and after a few minutes, they continued to run towards the Seven Sisters Hall.
"Master, this Gantian Town is truly lively, with two Daoist halls opening one after another."
"I don't think they are Daoist halls, more like circus tents."
Shi Jian and his disciple arrived at the Seven Sisters Hall and saw Zhong Jun performing a series of actions on the Dragon King statue before him, stunning everyone.
"Daoist Master Zhong is truly amazing!"
"Indeed, he is. I don't think he's much inferior to Daoist Master Lei of the Thunder Light Daoist Hall."
Zhong Jun, who was performing acrobatics, stopped immediately as his performance reached its intended effect.
"Esteemed villagers, this Dragon King statue has been blessed by me."
"As long as you offer some incense oil, the Dragon King will ensure favorable weather and ward off misfortune."
Zhong Jun's three young disciples also began to deceive the crowd.
The villagers in the Seven Sisters Hall believed Zhong Jun's words implicitly, contributing a little of their meager strength for good fortune.
Only Shi Jian and his disciple remained unmoved. Zhong Jun was very surprised, wondering if his performance had any flaws that they had seen through.
"Putting on a show!"
Mao Xiaofang, standing nearby, saw them using the guise of Daoism to swindle people and muttered a few words softly.
However, Zhong Jun, who was not far away, heard him.
"You impudent brat, you say I'm putting on a show? Do you dare to have a Daoist contest with me?"
Zhong Jun, who was prepared, gave a signal to his three young disciples.
The understanding female disciple hurriedly ran behind the Daoist hall.
Then, Zhong Jun picked up a Guan Dao and demonstrated controlling it from a distance.
"Excellent, excellent, excellent! Daoist Master Zhong is truly remarkable."
The villagers in the Seven Sisters Hall clapped and cheered continuously upon seeing this scene.
Shi Jian, who saw through Zhong Jun's trick, took out a few copper coins from his pocket and quickly threw them towards the mechanism controlling the Guan Dao.
The next moment, the Guan Dao suspended in mid-air fell down.
"My apologies, everyone. I was distracted just now."
Zhong Jun, who reacted quickly, found an excuse to excuse himself when his trick was exposed.
"Venerable Daoists, there is a wealthy family whose grandfather, father, and son are all mentally unsound, behaving madly. It is clear they have been subjected to a wicked curse."
"If you wish to compete in Daoist arts, why not compete to see who can restore the sanity of this family's three generations."
Upon hearing this, the surrounding villagers thought it was an excellent idea and unanimously supported this proposal.
"Yes, this is a good method. Whoever can heal Father and Son Zeng Mo and Zeng Cheng first will have superior Daoist skills."
As the master and disciple arrived in Gantian Town early, Zeng Cheng's father, Zeng Mo, had not yet died.
Therefore, two out of the three generations of the family were still alive.
"This humble Daoist has no objections. May I ask Master Zhong if he is willing to try?"
Shi Jian was not afraid at all. As a transmigrator, he had already learned the reason for Zeng Cheng's cursed condition beforehand, so he was not overly worried.
Even if he didn't know, he could easily find a solution.
"Of course, I will not refuse. Let us determine who is superior by this method."
Zhong Jun, trapped by his situation, had no choice but to agree.
Otherwise, if his deception was exposed on the spot, he wouldn't be able to gain a single coin.
"The premise is, if you lose, you must compensate me with one hundred silver dollars."
Overconfident, Zhong Jun made a preposterous demand, claiming that if Shi Jian and his disciple lost, they must compensate the Seven Sisters Hall with one hundred silver dollars as compensation.
"If your Seven Sisters Hall loses, do you also have to compensate us, your master and disciple, with one hundred silver dollars?"
"That is naturally so!"
Zhong Jun of the Seven Sisters Hall did not realize he had fallen into Shi Jian's trap, believing he could defeat the master and disciple.
"Very well, we shall set a period of seven days."
"No, a period of three days. No, that's still too long. I think one day is better."
The crowd was stunned when they heard that Shi Jian and his disciple intended to break the curse on Zeng Mo and Zeng Cheng within a day.