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Chapter 21 Who do you think you are, daring to be so insolent in front of me?

Upon hearing this, Qian Youcai quickly suppressed his emotions and knelt down again.

Once, twice
The ancestors of the Qian family struck their unworthy descendants eleven times in a row.

Qian Youcai remained silent throughout the period.

It wasn't that he was tough; he was knocked out of the game after the second blow.

The sixth blow knocked him to the ground.

Just as Du Yuan said, everything was fine until Qian Youcai finally came back. Instead of rushing to pay respects to his ancestors and apologize, he set up a banquet at the door.

This really angered his ancestors.

By the twelfth time, Qian Youcai felt as if two of his three souls had left him, leaving only one of his seven spirits.

I felt so light and airy, like I was about to ascend to heaven.

Seeing that there was still no movement for a long time, Qian Youcai thought to himself that it must be over.

Moreover, he had just been hit twelve times, exactly twelve ancestral tablets, one stick for each person.

If he comes again, he'll probably be beaten to death.

Thinking of this, Qian Youcai wanted to get up.

Surprisingly, although he was in excruciating pain from the beating, once it was over, he felt that his condition wasn't as serious as he had imagined.

It seems the ancestors held back; they didn't really want to kill me.

Overjoyed, Qian Youcai planned to inform his father and brothers as soon as it was light.

At the same time, he also needed to ask Du Yuan how to worship the ancestors in a way that would make them happy.

But as he was thinking, Qian Youcai heard a whooshing sound coming from the memorial tablet in front of him.

This shocked Qian Youcai greatly.

'It's not over yet?!'

He was about to quickly lower his head and accept it.

But then they heard the sound of something hard hitting the bamboo beam.

This was followed by Du Yuan's cold snort:
"I can't control how the Qian family's ancestors punished this unfilial descendant, and I even think it was well done. But who do you think you are, daring to try to deceive me and switch things out in front of me?"

Oh, it wasn't my ancestor who hit me just now?

Qian Youcai hurriedly looked up.

All that could be seen was the lantern handle that Du Yuan was holding, hanging precariously above his head.

An iron rod struck the bamboo and wood handle.

Without a doubt, that iron rod was aimed at his head; if it hit him like that, he would probably be beaten to death on the spot!
"what?"

Qian Youcai was startled. Ignoring his pain, he quickly scrambled to his feet and rolled behind Du Yuan to hide, saying:
"Master, what's wrong?"

Just as he dodged, he saw the iron rod that had been hitting the lantern handle vanish into thin air!

"This, this, this, could there be some evil spirit in my house?"

"It's not a malevolent object, it's an evil object."

Du Yuan's movements as he retrieved the lantern were fluid and graceful. He hung the lantern at an angle to his side, and the warm yellow light cast a thin layer of gold on the blue brick floor, but it suddenly turned into a cold blue when it touched the east wall.

Seeing this, Du Yuan suddenly stomped her foot against the east wall and said:
"You beast, why don't you show yourself?"

The paper window on the east side was suddenly opened wide.

Qian Youcai watched helplessly as the missing iron rod hung three feet outside the window, poised to run away. The rod was covered in a layer of sticky black mist, like a snake that had shed half its skin.

And as the black mist climbed out of the window frame, it even made a chuckling sound.

The shock made his skull tingle, and the crowd in the distance huddled together in fear.

"Daoist Master, what is that thing?!"

"Don't panic, bring the knife!"

With her free hand, Du Yuan made a grabbing motion in the air, and the sword at the waist of the warrior closest to her was instantly drawn.

First, amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, he used his blade to pass over the torch held high in the fire.

It flew through the air towards Du Yuan's hand, fueled by anger.

Then, Du Yuan pointed her finger. "Go!"

The waist knife, brimming with fiery energy, pierced the black mist in an instant, just before its last bit of tail tip could escape.

It nailed on perfectly!

A moment later, the heat spread from the blade.

The entire black mist was engulfed in flames.

A piercing scream followed, which was truly terrifying!

Wait until the flames have subsided.

All the people saw was a jet-black snakeskin nailed to the wall by a waist knife and hanging on the window frame.

"This, this is?!"

Everyone was speechless with astonishment at this scene.

Du Yuan let out a long sigh of relief and said, "I can finally relax."
"Neither demon nor ghost, laughable, laughable!"

This is very different from the horse demon Zhou, who never intended to kill anyone.

This is the first time Du Yuan has ever encountered such a malevolent creature, one that has come to harm people!

At first, Du Yuan, who was holding a lantern outside the main hall, was watching in amazement as the ancestors of the Qian family walked down from their ancestral tablets one by one, and each of them used the cane of Qian Shouye, the great-grandfather of the Qian family, to beat Qian Youcai.

After each person had struck the stick, they would hand over the ancestor's cane to the next person and bow solemnly to Du Yuan.

If it weren't for Du Yuan, this unfilial son would probably have remained oblivious, to the point that he angered them to the point of losing his memorial tablet.

Du Yuan felt perfectly justified in accepting this and became increasingly engrossed in watching it.

Du Yuan also saw that after they bowed to her, they would disappear from the spot.

It seems that his wish had been fulfilled, so he left.

But as the last old man left, Du Yuan, who was about to help Qian Youcai up, saw a snake tail turn into an iron rod and strike Qian Youcai on the head.

Sensing something was amiss, Du Yuan immediately stepped forward and used the handle to stop him.

Then the scene I just witnessed happened.

Du Yuan wasn't sure what this thing was, nor did she know if she could subdue it.

But Du Yuan knew that if he wanted to maximize his abilities, he had to appear calm and unfathomable in front of others.

Fortunately, this thing is indeed no match for his superior demeanor.

It was burned to the ground.

It's burned way too cleanly.

Du Yuan walked to the window and helplessly saw that the last remaining snakeskin had been burned to ashes by the embers.

Du Yuan was about to ask what this thing was again.
However, considering what happened in Qiaoshui Town.

Du Yuan felt she had reason to suspect that this thing was similar to that spirit pearl.

So, without realizing it, I've offended someone whose background I don't know?

Upon realizing this, Du Yuan felt like crying.

What is it about Qingxian County that makes you guys keep coming here?
Or is it that I've actually offended a whole group of people?

But Du Yuan felt that if it were the same guy from last time, he would definitely shout a few times to ask who did it.

Damn it, what if another one asks who I am?

I told you I'm from the Tushita Palace!
If you want to find it, go find Laozi's alchemy furnace!
But why come to this place?

Is it a coincidence, or is there something special about this place?
Could it be this ancestral hall?!

Realizing what was happening, Du Yuan looked up at the ancestral hall. At first, she couldn't see what was different, but as she stared at it longer, she noticed a wisp of smoke from the incense burner in front of the Qian family's memorial tablets clinging to Qian Youcai.

Blessed by our ancestors, we are deeply fortunate!
Could it be that this thing really came for this ancestral hall?

After thinking for a moment, Du Yuan said to Qian Youcai:
"Although your Qian family is unfilial, you have still accumulated a lot of good fortune."

Upon hearing this, Qian Youcai smiled somewhat embarrassedly:

"That was all accumulated by our ancestors. Although my Qian family has an ancestral rule to donate grain during famine years, it's been a tradition since my father's generation... Hehe, please forgive me, Daoist!"

(End of this chapter)