208: Chapter 6: Lack of Grade Does Not Necessarily Mean Lack of Variety 208: Chapter 6: Lack of Grade Does Not Necessarily Mean Lack of Variety People with genuine depression don’t feel like going online to post videos or write mini-essays to prove they’re depressed.
Even having the energy to make a fuss just shows their spirits aren’t that bad.
Wang Yunxiao felt it was necessary to change Zhou Qing’s name, after all, she had an independent personality and wasn’t anyone’s accessory.
But he really wasn’t good at naming, it’s not like he could call her Zhou Qing 1, Zhou Qing 2, right?
Everyone has flaws, and Wang Yunxiao’s flaw was that his academic scores weren’t very good.
Pox-Faced Wang was obviously joking, but Zhou Qing’s strong reaction still made him feel quite gratified.
A strong reaction is a good thing, diverting the conflict onto himself and saving her the trouble of obsessing over the still-living Zhou Qing.
Isn’t that how it’s written in novels?—all about the hatred of the deceased towards the living, or how they possess a body to bring the soul back from the dead.
Although Zhou Qing was just a coward, not daring to tighten a noose with any force, unable to stir up much trouble, Wang Yunxiao still hoped she would find something serious to do, to distract herself, and make her mood a bit brighter.
Compared to the minor issues with Zhou Qing, the situation at the police station was a big problem.
Wang Yunxiao didn’t rush to trouble the big senior brother, but the senior brother’s troubles were not small at all.
The police arrived just as the senior brother was leading his fellows in opening Altar to invite the ancestor’s spirit to possess him.
He definitely wouldn’t be giving up ten thousand yuan readily, regardless of whether he had heard of Wang Yunxiao’s reputation, and he had no intention of coughing up the money.
Just a loafer, what’s so impressive about that?
Threaten to kill my entire family?
I’ll first invite the ancestor to descend and curse you with a miserable life and reincarnation into the animal realm to sink forever!
Everyone has a gambling mentality.
If you say someone is awesome and all that, they won’t believe it without seeing it.
After Lv Bu’s death, any Tom, Dick, or Harry emerged claiming to be Little Lv Bu, boasting of being no less formidable than Lv Bu himself.
If you say someone is very generous and righteous, even if they’ve never seen it, they’re inclined to believe it.
Hearing that Brother Song Gongming was exiled to Jiangzhou, they’d rush over, giving away fortunes and kowtowing like collapsing mountains and toppling pillars.
The big senior brother was very confident.
When the police came to inquire, he waved his hand and directly ordered his juniors to chase the officers away, pursuing and beating them for half a street.
“I am the great marshal of land and sea forces, anointed by the High God of the Heavens.
You lowly dogs of the mortal Official Residence, how dare you insult me!”
In the past, if the police had such an issue, the leadership, preferring to avoid trouble, wouldn’t want to deal with such nutcases.
Or there were those whose capabilities were lacking, secured their positions purely through connections or donations, might even believe the senior brother’s impressive performance, offering Incense Offerings to calm the waters.
But who was Qin Xiangdong?
Would he humor these follies?
The next day when Wang Yunxiao arrived at the police station, he heard that early that morning, the entire station had mobilized and arrested the big senior brother and key members of the Xianglu Club.
It’s said the senior brother did have some skill, displaying divine power after inviting the god’s spirit, with three to five men unable to get close, ultimately taken down by a gunshot, bound and thrown into solitary confinement.
Fearing he’d continue his tricks, they even dug out relics from the Former Dynasty, fastening his Pipa Bone.
When Wang Yunxiao walked in, Gao Shan was busy holding a stack of interrogation records, with no time to stand still.
These days, any Taoist Sect with some weight behind it was a hornet’s nest.
Without stirring it, you’d never know; once stirred, a whole messy affair.
There are legitimate Immortals you could pray to, but instead you meddle with those incomprehensible lecherous rites.
Tell me, could such a person be good or have any good intentions?
Bilking ignorant believers out of their money and seducing innocent women body and soul are just part of the basic modus operandi.
Xianglu Club is one that plays the game rather elaborately, not belonging to any specific sect or branch, and what they worship isn’t any specific Immortal but the altar itself!
To put it simply, with so many Immortals around, and foreign gods coming in to stake their claim, the average person has no clue about the various grudges and favors among these deities.
If you worship one, you might offend another.
So, the founder of Xianglu Club came up with a brilliant idea—although I don’t know which Immortal Family is appropriate to pray to, all Immortals need incense offerings.
So why not worship the incense altar itself?
Light three sticks of incense each day and pray sincerely; whichever Immortal comes across the warm offering can partake, and the rest can’t blame us.
That was the initial basic version, but as it grew over time, the club introduced newer versions to better meet the demands of the masses— even if it’s just the altar, some people would still want theirs to be more upscale than others, to catch the eye of any passing Immortals.
It’s common knowledge that a High-Level Poké Ball has a higher catch rate.
Therefore, for whales ready to spend big, there came SR-level exquisite altars, SSR-level consecrated altars…
It’s not just the altars that are particular, but the incense too.
If you can’t afford an altar, you can buy incense, available in the four grades of heaven, earth, black, and yellow.
Regular believers can come by daily for a sermon and even receive free Yellow Level incense sticks
The permanent and limited pools each have their unique appeal, and logging in daily earns you a free ordinary ticket—a truly conscientious move.
Our organization, of course, is all about kindness and brotherly love, not some crooked or deviant path.
As for those believers who open their doors to let whales in for assistance, hoping to get help from these benefactors in harvesting some flowers and herbs, or paying for them to help form a team to fight the boss, these are just isolated incidents.
Wang Yunxiao didn’t care how many ignorant people Xianglu Club had scammed over the years, how much money had been amassed, or how many innocent girls had been despoiled.
Those were matters for the professionals to handle.
He was only concerned about the whereabouts of Jiang Yinyin.
Locked in a cell, the chief disciple was immobilized but still haughty.
Even when pierced through the pipa bone, his expression remained unchanged, as if protected by an Immortal and fearing no amount of time behind bars.
Such an attitude was a clear indication of a pure Tianmen Loafer ancestry.
Should he harden his heart against you, you could slice his flesh with a small knife piece by piece, and he would not utter a word of pain in your presence.
The interrogating officers were utterly at a loss with such a hardened individual.
Wang Yunxiao couldn’t afford to be too ruthless in his approach, especially within the police station, as any serious injury could lead to complications that would be difficult to explain later.
So, without wasting time on this tough guy, he turned and asked Old Master He to come over.
“Xiao Zhang, go out and buy me a pack of cigarettes,” Old Master He said with a cheerful grin as he passed a Mao banknote to the officer standing guard outside.
The officer nodded sagely, took the money, and left.
Once inside the cell with the door securely shut, and seeing the chief disciple’s unyielding demeanor, Old Master He didn’t waste words with him.
Instead, he demonstrated to Wang Yunxiao, “I’ll teach you a bit of Jianghu World experience.
Look at this guy’s face, pale with puffy bags under his eyes—that’s a sign of kidney deficiency, probably from too much indulgence in carnal pleasure.
Don’t bother with how he rants and raves, just ruin one of his kidneys, and he’ll calm down.
Just like this…”
Old Master He took a drag on his cigarette, blew a smoke ring at the wall, and with a light press of his hand, a small piece of wall plaster dropped off as the smoke ring remained intact.
“This technique is called ‘Hit Across The Mountain.’ It leaves no visible marks on the surface, but effectively the kidney is gone, and starting tomorrow, he’ll pee blood…
Of course, that’s not a problem; everyone has two kidneys.
I’ll give you a demonstration first, then you can practice on the other one…”
The chief disciple’s hair stood on end, and as soon as Old Master He began to move towards him, he erupted into a shrill scream, “Stop!
I’ll confess!
I’ll tell you everything!”