A glance swept across them, causing the group to retreat in fear.
They were afraid I would charge forward and beat them to death with a single punch.
"Who, who, who are you?"
The leader, Zhang Feilong, spoke, clearly terrified.
Zhang Feihu also looked at me in fear:
"This is our family's business, what does it have to do with you?"
I looked at the two of them and calmly replied:
"I am here to bring your father back to his soul. If you want to fight, fight, but do not touch Mr. Zhang's corpse."
"Return, return to the soul?"
"My dad has been dead for a day, what soul is there to return?"
"Exactly, stop talking nonsense. If my dad were to come back alive, how would we divide the inheritance? You leave, or we'll call the police."
"Yes, if you don't leave, we're calling the police."
These two brothers were something else, their father's corpse was barely cold, and they were already shamelessly discussing inheritance.
Now, they were united against me, threatening to call the police.
Old Lan Dao, who had been hiding far away, also jumped out at this moment:
"Little master, Mr. Zhang is dead, how can his soul return?
I, a Taoist priest of Maoshan, have cultivated for many years, able to converse with the Heavenly Court above and escort souls to the netherworld below.
With my rituals here, you need not worry."
After speaking, he eyed me cautiously.
He looked like he was afraid I would steal his business.
Infuriated, Zhang Ke's ghost, who was beside me, kept cursing his unfilial sons and the foolish fake Taoist priest.
I didn't want to waste any more words, so I took two more steps forward and said to the old Lan Dao:
"The reputation of our profession is ruined by degenerate old Taoist priests like you."
With that, I widened my eyes.
I subtly unleashed the spiritual pressure of the third level ultimate skill, "Destroy," from the Qiankun Zhenfa.
The old Lan Dao in the yellow robe, who looked quite ethereal and dignified.
Upon being struck by my spiritual force, he looked as if he had seen a ghost.
He felt a burning sensation in his chest and abdomen, and with a "poof," spat out a mouthful of blood, falling to his knees with a "clang."
Seeing this, the surrounding people were so frightened they retreated repeatedly.
"Daoist priest!"
"Daoist priest, what's wrong?"
"..."
Many were filled with terror.
"You have no cultivation at all, yet you act so pompous? You claim to converse with the heavens and the netherworld, I can't even do that."
The old Lan Dao looked at me as if I were a ghost:
"You, you, you are, a true, a true Bai Pai Taoist priest?"
I couldn't be bothered with him.
Without even glancing at him, I walked to Zhang Ke's corpse in full view of everyone.
I turned his body over.
Preparing to draw a soul-guiding talisman, I found I had run out of cinnabar.
So I called out to the old Lan Dao:
"Hey, old Lan Dao over there, lend me some cinnabar."
The old Lan Dao was utterly terrified.
Although he was an old Lan Dao, he knew the power of some Bai Pai Taoist priests.
If provoked, they could truly kill with talismans and snatch souls.
He quickly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth:
"Oh! Yes, yes..."
With that, like an obedient dog, he hurriedly ordered his two disciples to prepare it.
Seeing this, no one around dared to move.
Firstly, they knew they couldn't win. Secondly, after hearing the old Taoist priest's words.
Their understanding of my identity had completely changed.
This young man before them was a Taoist priest with real abilities, capable of making the old Taoist priest cough up blood with just a glare and forcing him to obey. Who would dare to provoke him?
"Daoist priest, you have great skill. Daoist priest, when my father returns to life, I will definitely give you a million."
Zhang Ke was filled with righteous indignation.
At the same time, he cursed his two sons relentlessly.
Words like "unfilial sons," "banished from the family," and "cripple them" were incessant.
Soon, the cinnabar prepared by the old Lan Dao arrived.
I picked up the brush and began to draw.
After affixing the talisman, I began to form seals and perform the ritual.
With a low growl from me:
"As the law dictates, hasten! Ooh!"
The talisman was released, and with a point of my sword finger.
Zhang Ke, under my instruction, began to sink back into his physical body.
Perhaps due to his age, he tried several times before finally merging his soul with his body.
Seeing this, I finally lowered my hand, exhaled, and said:
"Alright, Mr. Zhang's soul has returned. He will wake up within half an hour at most."
Upon hearing this, the people around them began to whisper.
"No way! Someone who has been dead for a day, can they really come back to life?"
"It's hard to say. I saw a news report before about someone who died two days ago and suddenly climbed out of their coffin."
"No way! This kid looks younger than my son, does he really have such great abilities? To bring the dead back to life?"
"..."
The old Lan Dao, seeing this, was also skeptical. He reached out to feel Mr. Zhang's breath.
As soon as he touched him, he abruptly withdrew his hand.
With a face full of astonishment, he looked at me and said:
"He, he, he's really alive?"
As soon as he spoke, everyone around them gasped in surprise.
Some of the older relatives and friends also came closer.
After checking, they also exclaimed:
"Fourth brother, fourth brother has a pulse!"
As this was spoken, the relatives and friends around rushed forward to observe.
Not only did Zhang Ke's pale face regain some color, but his heartbeat and breath had also truly returned.
Besides shock, it was difficult to find words to describe their emotions at that moment.
I found a chair and sat down beside them.
After all, Mr. Zhang had promised me a million.
It would be foolish not to accept it, and I also wanted to see.
I wanted to see how Mr. Zhang would deal with his two unfilial sons after he came back to life.
Before Mr. Zhang could wake up, the old Lan Dao, who looked to be almost seventy, suddenly knelt before me with a "plop."
His head began to bang against the ground repeatedly.
His several young disciples couldn't pull him up no matter how hard they tried.
He even rebuked them.
I was wondering if this old man had gone mad when he loudly proclaimed to nearly a hundred people present:
"Immortal Master, I beg you to take me as your disciple! I want to learn true skills from you..."