fairy family

Chapter 83 Master Master
The Alchemist Guild.

On the altar where soul flags were inserted everywhere, Yu Que was sitting cross-legged in the center with his back exposed. There was a brand in the shape of a little man in the middle of his back, which looked bright red.

There was also the thick smell of incense and candles that surrounded and entangled him, making him look extremely mysterious and strange.

Huang Guishan was also on the altar, holding a copper coin sword in his hand and with the sword behind his back. He was pacing on the altar with an anxious look on his face.

"This child, hey, why hasn't he come back to his senses yet?"

Huang Guishan thought in his heart: "I have already told him that with my level and my relationship with the first lady of the association, even if I go there in person and encounter a seventh-grade ghost, there will be no problem."

It turned out that when Huang Guishan kowtowed and was about to return to the title of the first lady of the association, Yu Que rushed onto the altar first. Unable to bear with this man taking the risk, he took the initiative to expose his life-saving magic.

After several attempts of persuasion, Huang Guishan could no longer defeat him and had to agree to let him send out the puppet to save his life, while he would protect him in the guild.

But even so, a wisp of Yu Que's soul was hidden in the puppet. If he encountered an accident outside, although he would not be killed, his soul would be severely damaged and it would take at least half a year to recover.

Even this was the result of his using the dream-entering method of the society's head lady as a blessing, as well as his own practice of visualization.

If it were someone else, if any of the two was missing, either the entire Yin Spirit would have to travel and die, or once injured, the origin would be damaged, which would most likely affect the path to immortality.

Suddenly, the soul flag on the altar fluttered, immediately attracting the attention of many people.

Huang Guishan, who was pacing on the altar, also had sharp eyes, staring at Yu Que's body.

Zizizi!
The smoke from the incense and candles that was wrapped around Yu Que was disappearing at a rapid speed. At the same time, three balls of flame appeared on Yu Que's head and shoulders, burning out a mysterious aura that sank upwards into the eight-foot scroll hanging above his head.

"Oh no, the first lady has taken action."

Huang Guishan's face was tense. He could tell at a glance that something must have happened in the Fu family's ancestral hall. Yu Que couldn't get rid of the old ghost in the Fu family by himself, so he had to ask the head lady to come out from the puppet.

When this call was made, Yu Que's three treasures of essence, energy and spirit gathered into candle flame, burning fiercely to support the leader's wife in her fight.

Fortunately, Huang Guishan stared at him nervously for a few breaths and found that although Yu Que's energy consumption rate was not to be underestimated, it did not continue to increase.

This proves that the situation of the fight in the Fujia ancestral hall is still under Yu Que's control.

But even so, Huang Guishan's heart was still beating fast: "This kid..."

Finally, when he paced back and forth anxiously for who knows how many times, the soul flags on the altar made an unprecedented sound, popping like firecrackers.

Yu Que, who was in the center of the altar, woke up from his dream, opened his eyes suddenly, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

This movement startled the others who were watching the action:
"Did this boy fail in the fight?"

Huang Guishan was even more anxious. He immediately made a hand gesture and appeared behind Yu Que. He raised his hands and shouted:
"Don't panic, my boy, and don't return, my lady. Huang will offer the Three Treasures and come to help you!"

But a muffled groan came from the scroll, and a weak shout came from the remaining gap:
"That doesn't have to be the case."

Huang Guishan looked hesitant. He held the magic formula and turned to Yu Que. He saw that although Yu Que's face was pale, he did not look embarrassed. Instead, he showed a smile.

The remaining details are as detailed as a mosquito:

"The old ghost of the Fu family has been put into the military jar by me. Master Huang, please help me get the jar back quickly. Otherwise, something unexpected will happen if I delay."

This answer surprised Huang Guishan:
"If that's the case, why did you still suffer from soul damage and backlash?"

At this moment, a displeased snort came from the scroll above their heads, ringing in their ears:

"That's because this kid put himself into the jar in order to capture the ghost. He's really brave!
And he is really heartless. Not only did he not give me any benefits, but he also forced me to give up my thoughts."

On the originally blank scroll, the figure of a girl with heavy makeup slowly emerged and became clear, with a bit of anger on her face.

The first lady continued to hum:

"Go get that jar back quickly, or it will be too late. My distraction is fine, but if this kid's soul is assimilated by the old ghost in the jar, it will be a huge loss."

Although Yu Que was separated from his soul and thoughts at the moment and suffered backlash, if he could take them back in time and refine them back into his body, he would at most be depressed for a few days and nothing serious would happen.

But if you fail to retrieve it in time, you will be punished. You will not be able to recover your spirit for at least three months, and you cannot use your spiritual consciousness or perform rituals within half a year.

Of course, he was under the protection of the lady of the meeting the whole time, and he knew what was going on well, so he would not harm his origin no matter what.

When Yu Que heard what the lady of the meeting said, he did not dare to show any dissatisfaction. Instead, he kowtowed to her with great gratitude: "I am sorry, I have implicated the lady."

Huang Guishan understood everything when he saw this.

"Huang knows!"

The man's face straightened and he bowed towards the scroll without wasting a moment.

He held the copper coin sword and strode out of the altar. His figure was erratic, with ghostly fire rising from under his feet, and he ran straight out of the guild.

The actions of the old man and the young man on the altar made the people watching even more surprised.

"The practice really failed. Was it countered by someone... Is Old Huang going to chop someone with his sword?"

Someone muttered:
"But it doesn't look like that. The little one can still laugh and joke, but he looks half dead."

Around the altar, there was a group of people with slightly narrowed eyes. They looked in the direction where Huang Guishan left, and seemed to want to join in the fun.

However, although the people in the guild knew that Master Yu Que and his apprentice were fighting with others through the air, they did not know where the other fighting location was.

This meant that even if they wanted to take advantage of the situation, they had no idea what to do in such a hurry.

After Huang Guishan left.

Yu Que sat cross-legged alone on the altar, feeling extremely weak.

He felt as if he had been up for seven nights. His whole body was empty and he couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or reality.

But he held back, clasped his hands together, and thrust hard into his own thighs, forcing his mind to be a little clearer and not fall into a coma.

Although this is the temple of the alchemist, there are no relatives around, and my uncle's family is still waiting anxiously in the quiet room.

If he falls asleep, it will inevitably give the thugs an opportunity to take advantage of him.

Once someone "kindly" comes up to help, it will be troublesome.

Fortunately, it only lasted a little over a quarter of an hour.

Huang Guishan, holding a sword in one hand and a jar in the other, came flying from the front yard and landed on the altar with a look of great joy on his face.

His entire body was red, and he was sweating profusely. He was obviously exhausted, but he just said to Yu Que excitedly:
"Boy, Huang has fulfilled his mission!"

At this moment, Yu Que's eyelids were already nine-tenths closed. He was in a daze, and his body was swaying.

When he heard Huang Guishan's voice, he seemed to have a last burst of light and his eyelids opened a little more.

At this moment Yu Que's vision was blurred, but he could still sense the soul in the soldier jar.

He stared at Huang Guishan with lifeless eyes, a relieved smile on his face, and whispered:

"Master, thank you..."

Before he could finish his words, Yu Que's mind completely relaxed and he fainted instantly.

This action made Huang Guishan look shocked.

He quickly supported Yu Que's fallen body, took out a wisp of soul from the soldier jar, and injected it into Yu Que's head.

Immediately afterwards, Huang Guishan checked Yu Quequanhu again, and fortunately found nothing unusual.

Yu Que just looked like he had consumed a lot of energy and his mind was exhausted, but there was nothing serious.

But Huang Guishan was still worried, so he put his ear close to Yu Que and listened carefully, until he heard a purring sound like a kitten sleeping soundly.

He then breathed a sigh of relief.

On the altar, this man supported Yu Que, his eyes blank, slowly pulling up his beard, muttering with joy and hesitation: "Wait, what did this kid call me just now..."

Huang Guishan looked at Yu Que curiously for a few times, then he coughed lightly and said to himself in a reserved manner: "It's Master."

(End of this chapter)