This Taoist Master is too Frivolous - Chapter 336

Chapter 336: Chapter 233: Heavenly Net!

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After all, someone had died, and in public. Xu Yang immediately got up and walked out of the funeral house!

“Master Xu!”

“Xu Yang!”

“Xiao Xu…”

Many of the surrounding onlookers were from neighboring stores. When they saw Xu Yang come out, they cleared a path for him.

Xu Yang walked over and saw the middle-aged man holding the corpse, constantly infusing the body with primordial energy, and wailing, “Uncle… don’t scare me, you can’t die… If you die like this, what will your disciples in New Mateland do to me?”

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Meanwhile, the driver who had called the ambulance realized that the man was already dead. He immediately started calling the police—

“Hello!”

“Officer, I want to report an accident. I killed someone… It was a scammer. My car was driving just fine when he suddenly flew over and lay under my wheel…”

“Shut up!”

The middle-aged man holding the corpse suddenly turned around, his eyes red with rage and bellowed!

His uncle was dead!

And he had died after he had brought him back from Southeast Asia… This matter alone would be enough trouble for him!

If the news got out that his uncle had died from a “scam” and was hit by a car, his uncle’s disciples would surely beat him to death, even if his uncle’s ghost wouldn’t let him go!

“Why are you yelling?”

Xu Yang was displeased and said, “It’s understandable that you’re grieving for your uncle, but your uncle brought his own death. You can’t blame others for it.”

The middle-aged man suddenly looked up at Xu Yang, his eyes full of anger, and gritted his teeth, “Xu Yang, even if my uncle didn’t follow the rules of the martial world, and did something wrong… he didn’t deserve to die. Aren’t you afraid of revenge since you killed him?”

Upon hearing this, the driver was stunned.

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What…?

Wasn’t this person killed by my car?

How did it become this young man who killed him?

And they mentioned the martial world… Could it be the legendary “people of the martial world”?

Instead of dispersing, the onlookers became even more curious!

Hearing the middle-aged man’s words, Xu Yang chuckled, “Revenge? Does your uncle have a powerful force behind him?”

The middle-aged man said, “My uncle’s lineage has been overseas since the early Qing Dynasty, and he was very well-known among overseas Chinese circles. He had martial arts schools and businesses throughout New Mateland, with over a hundred disciples. Now that you’ve killed my uncle, this won’t end just like that!”

After dropping the tough words, he immediately picked up the corpse and tried to leave.

“Hold on!”

Xu Yang opened his mouth, stopping him.

“What now?”

The middle-aged man, at the end of his tether, asked icily, “Do you want to kill me too?”

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Xu Yang said indifferently, “That girl’s soul was taken by your uncle, right? Give back her soul, and I’ll let it go.”

The middle-aged man knew that if he didn’t leave the girl’s “soul”, he probably wouldn’t be able to leave. He quickly searched the corpse and found a small gourd, about three inches tall. It was painted with pear-yellow paint and closed with a wooden stopper.

He threw the gourd to Xu Yang and immediately left with the corpse in his arms.

Xu Yang picked up the small gourd and looked at the onlookers, saying, “Alright, everyone disperse. Blocking this area affects the traffic.”

Back in the funeral house, Ma Xiaotiao excitedly asked, “Master, is the girl’s soul really in this gourd?”

Xu Yang opened the wooden stopper and frowned.

There was nothing in the gourd, not a single soul.

Seeing this, Ma Xiaotiao asked, “Master, is there no soul in the gourd? Did that guy deceive you?”

Xu Yang was puzzled too.

The middle-aged man didn’t seem to be lying.

He wouldn’t dare to lie to him!

But where was the soul?

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…

As for the middle-aged man, he carried the corpse all the way back to the hotel room.

He carefully placed the corpse on the bed, then took out his cell phone, wanting to call his disciples in New Mateland, but he hesitated!

Just as he was hesitating…

Ahem!

Suddenly, a violent coughing sound came.

The middle-aged man was startled and quickly looked at the “corpse” on the bed.

The old man who had originally lost all signs of life was now waking up. After coughing up a few mouthfuls of fresh blood, his chest heaved violently as he gasped for air. It took a while before his breathing stabilized and he sat up slowly.

“Mas… Master Uncle?”

The middle-aged man’s phone dropped to the floor. He exclaimed in shock, “Master Uncle, you’re not dead?”

“I merely used the skill of turtle’s breath to enter a state of false death.”

The old man spoke as he sat cross-legged, circulating his primordial energy to suppress his injuries.

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The inheritance of their Trickster Sect belonged to the side door and left path. Aside from practicing “tricks,” sect disciples would also practice Martial Arts. This old man’s martial arts cultivation had reached the latter stage of the Innate Realm. As he now practiced to heal his injuries, his Innate Realm primordial energy flowed through his meridians, and soon his complexion recovered somewhat.

The middle-aged man reacted at this moment, overjoyed in his heart…

It turned out that Master Uncle had not died!

It was a great joy!

After the old man’s face recovered a bit, he couldn’t help but say, “This time, I really kicked the iron plate… How could this Xu Yang be so strong at such a young age?”

The middle-aged man took up the conversation, saying, “I was also curious… He did enter the Dao with thunder and lightning, but it only took him about a month to do so. How did he cultivate?”

As the conversation changed, the middle-aged man said, “Master Uncle, why don’t we leave.. .It’s true that the Wordless Heavenly Book is powerful, but it’s not worth risking our lives in Wu City for this.”

“Humph!”

The old man snorted coldly.

He lifted his hand, adjusted the five broken fingers of his right hand one by one, and said coldly, “I, Iron Claw Eagle King, have been roaming New Mateland for more than 30 years. When have I ever suffered such humiliation?”

“This matter must be settled!”

Mid-aged man: “….”

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He wanted to persuade, but didn’t know how to begin, so he could only complain in his heart… Master Uncle, you were defeated in a single move and had to rely on feigning death to escape. Why are you still courting death?

“What?”

The old man seemed to see through the thoughts of his “nephew.” He glanced coldly and said, “I couldn’t see through Xu Yang’s Daoist skills. He defeated me with his flesh… His flesh, I’m afraid, is comparable to a peak martial grandmaster. I’m indeed not his match in a head-on confrontation.”

“But what are we of the Trickster Sect best at?”

The old man confidently said, “Once I set my strategy, there are plenty of ways to kill him!”

He took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom and swallowed a few elixir pills. He nourished his internal injuries and then said, “You go and help me buy a freshly killed chicken, a freshly killed black dog, and ten kilograms of raw beef. Also, bring a basin of black dog’s blood.”

The middle-aged man, puzzled, asked, “Master Uncle, what do you need these for?”

“Just go do what I told you, why ask so much nonsense?”

The old man scolded.

The middle-aged man immediately left the hotel room.

Looking at the back of his nephew, the old man sighed and shook his head secretly, “What a pity… Among the lineages of Wu, Guan, and Pang of the Trickster Sect, our Pang Clan was originally the weakest. The Wu Clan controlled the Wordless Heavenly Book, with the deepest foundation, followed by the Guan Clan.”

“Now, Senior Wu doesn’t know good from bad and is already dead, leaving only the little girl alone.”

“In the mainline of the Guan’s lineage, only this waste remains… It seems that the responsibility to restore the Trickster Sect lies with the lineage of our Pang Clan.”

It took more than three hours.

The middle-aged man finally returned to the room with various items.

“Master Uncle, it’s easy to get raw beef, but there are many Hui ethnic people in Wu City, and there isn’t a single dog meat shop in the city… I could only go to the countryside to steal a black dog, kill it, extract blood, and skin it…”

The old man’s mouth twitched a few times, angrily said: “Waste, can’t you buy a dog yourself if you can’t find a dog meat shop? When has our Trickster Sect’s lineage fallen to the point of stealing dogs?”

The mid-aged man trembled, not daring to say more.

The old man took out the prepared items one by one and placed them on the floor in a strange sequence. He then lit candles and incense one after another!

In the end, he took out a painting and laid it on the ground in the center.

He turned his hand over, and a small gourd painted with red lacquer appeared in his palm.

The mid-aged man’s eyes widened, surprised: “Master Uncle… this gourd, didn’t I give it to Xu Yang?”

The old man ignored the middle-aged man, opened the gourd, and a phantom-like figure of a woman flew out of it, before being punched into the painting.

He sat cross-legged and said, “The gourd you gave Xu Yang is fake… The girl’s soul is hidden in this gourd. Xu Yang hasn’t gotten the girl’s soul yet. To save her, he must summon her soul!”

With that said.

He sneered and said: “I have already set up the Heavenly Net, just waiting for Xu Yang to cast the soul summoning spell. Then, his soul can be captured, suppressed, making him a living dead, and we can manipulate him as we please!”

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