Fangxian Heretical Path

Chapter 132 The White Wolf's Qi Refining Has Good Intentions

Before night falls.

Fang Shu hurried back to the area where the stone house was located, as if pressing a thread tightly. He tightened his robe and quickened his pace.

At night, ghosts occasionally roam the Toad Beach, and monsters from the Jiujiang River may also come ashore at night. Therefore, staying outside at night can easily lead to trouble.

Even without encountering malevolent spirits or ghosts, wandering spirits would patrol the inner chambers at night. If the servants were to be caught by such spirits, they might be treated as mere filler, their life essence drained.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the stone house where the seven people were, Fang Shu had not yet entered when he heard a commotion coming from inside.

After the door was pushed open, the sound became clear:

"You always have a long face, like everyone owes you money. It's just that you're missing something, isn't it?"

"Tomorrow, I'll introduce you to someone I know who can help you get a replacement for your donkey, one that's even better than the original."

The voice was high-pitched, and the sharp and sarcastic tone in the words was self-evident.

As soon as Fang Shu entered the room, he found that Hua Xiaqing was pointing her finger at someone and making sarcastic remarks.

As for the person who was scolded, it was naturally his roommate Wu Dan, who was injured on the transfer boat.

The other roommates watched the argument with amusement, even enjoying seeing Hua Xiaqing berate Wu Dan.

As soon as Fang Shu entered from outside the door, everyone else glanced at him. When they saw that he was one of their own, they all lowered their guard and continued to watch the show.

Just then, Wu Dan's eyes suddenly reddened, and he looked at everyone, including Fang Shu who had just entered, with a distorted expression, and growled:

"Why am I the one who's unlucky, and not you? Why am I the only one who's unlucky, and you're the only ones who aren't?!"

He clenched his fists, staring resentfully and stubbornly at the crowd in the room, some with cold eyes, some with mockery, and some in a daze.

The boy then let out a muffled groan and left the stone house without looking back.

Fang Shu stood at the doorway and almost got bumped into by the other person.

After the other party left, Fang Shu, with a strange expression, pointed at Wu Dan's departing figure and asked, "What's going on now?"

Upon hearing this, Hua Xiaqing immediately protested her innocence:

"It's good that Fellow Daoist Fang knows that this fellow insists on going out during the day and only going into seclusion at night. Everyone feels sorry for him and has always given in to him."

I just didn't want him to suffer, and I planned to cultivate properly tonight too, but he threw a tantrum.

After the woman explained it simply, Fang Shu understood that the conflict arose because the stone house was cramped, and there were only four small stone houses for seclusion, which everyone took turns using.

After cursing Wu Dan a few more times in his mind, Hua Xiaqing fell silent, and the stone house returned to quiet.

Shaking his head, Fang Shu didn't get involved.

Since he had already used the small stone house during the day, he shouldn't use it at night, so he sat cross-legged on the bed and rested.

…………

This little farce was quickly forgotten by the six people in the stone house.

To their surprise, Wu Dan did not return for the next few days.

Even though there were only a few days left until the hundred-day deadline, Wu Dan, despite throwing a tantrum, shouldn't have stayed out all night and delayed his cultivation.

This led Fang Shu and the others to secretly speculate that perhaps that guy had accidentally encountered a ghost while out at night and died outside.

However, Fang Shu and the others quickly realized with grim expressions that Wu Dan was definitely not dead outside.

Because on this day, as night was falling, there was a loud bang!
The stone house where everyone was was kicked open from the outside.

Fang Shu and the others looked in the direction of the sound, their expressions all unfriendly, but the person who barged in was not Wu Dan, who had been away for a long time.

Instead, it was a group of menial servants dressed in gray robes, with the words "Miscellaneous Hall" embroidered on their robes. The leader of them exuded a powerful aura of Qi Refining, and upon closer inspection, it was none other than Steward Sun.

Everyone in the room was taken aback.

In the quiet, Hua Xiaqing, a woman who loved socializing, immediately put on a charming smile, walked gracefully forward, and said, "Oh, it's Manager Sun. What brings you here, sir?"

Manager Sun squinted at the people in the room, coughed lightly, and said bluntly:

“Someone has summoned you, saying that there are ghosts haunting this house, and that you often stay out all night.”

"I am bound by the temple's rules and have no choice but to come and conduct a search. It would be best to seal off this room for now."

Upon hearing this, Hua Xiaqing, along with Fang Shu and the others, all froze, and anger rose in their eyes.

At this crucial juncture, with their hundred-day training nearing its end, every day is extremely important to them. And once they're expelled from this stone house, the miscellaneous hall won't provide them with a new one. To prove their innocence, they'll inevitably have to cough up some blood.

This kind of thing is clearly meant to hinder everyone's cultivation.

Immediately, a series of muttered curses echoed from inside the stone house:

"Damn it!" "How come this spineless bastard didn't die on the road!"

When Steward Sun saw Fang Shu and the others cursing, he was not annoyed, knowing that they were not cursing him.

The old man watched the group with amusement, speaking righteously: "Sealing off this room is a rule of the temple, and it's for your own good. Don't hold a grudge against me!"

In reality, the old man was already secretly plotting how to extract benefits from the people in the stone house, and how to rent the quiet room in the shop to this group of "homeless" immortals at a higher price.

Fang Shu and the others were also quickly thinking about how to avoid this undeserved disaster.

Just then, a clanging sound rang out.

"Wait a minute."

From a corner of the stone house, a figure emerged. The man was burly with white fur on his face; he was none other than Ling Bailang, the man from the stone house.

The moment this young man stepped out from the corner, he attracted everyone's attention, especially that of Steward Sun.

The other party said in a muffled voice, "Manager Sun, there are no ghosts haunting this place. It's just some rumors, all nonsense."

"Could you please do us a favor and let us handle this ourselves?"

After Bai Lang said this, both sides in the room fell silent.

The two servants behind Steward Sun looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and jumped out, saying, "Who do you think you are, to presume to do me a favor?"

"Hey! You think just because you call it a rumor, it's a rumor?!"

"Hmm?" Ling Bailang's gaze passed over Steward Sun and landed on the two servants.

A chilling aura immediately emanated from Ling Bailang, pressing down on the servants and causing Fang Shu and the others in the room to change color.

"Shut up! You idiot."

Steward Sun reprimanded his attendants, then a smile appeared on his face as he cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards the white wolf:

"Congratulations to this immortal being! You possess spiritual roots and have successfully completed the Qi Refining Technique. My Five Organs Temple has gained another disciple!"

This white wolf is indeed someone with spiritual roots.

He had already planted his spiritual roots before going up the mountain, and now, unknowingly, he has successfully crossed the barrier and become a fourth-level Qi Refining Immortal!

This made the white wolf grin.

"Elder Sun, you flatter me! I have only recently undergone my tribulation and was unable to conceal my aura. I apologize for my rudeness."

"Not at all. Since this house has produced someone as remarkable as you, young friend, naturally no ghosts would dare to linger here."

Manager Sun chuckled as the old man swiftly did Ling Bailang a favor, cupped his hands in greeting, and left without discussing any benefits or drawbacks.

The group came quickly and left quickly, leaving only Fang Shu and a few others in the stone house.

They stared at each other, especially Fang Shu, whose gaze was lowered and whose expression was inscrutable.

Although the white wolf had already become a Qi Refining Immortal, he was unrestrained and not arrogant at all; on the contrary, he laughed heartily.

"What's wrong, fellow Daoists! I've been fortunate enough to successfully transcend my tribulation and haven't died in my room, aren't you all going to come and congratulate me?"

Immediately, everyone, including Fang Shu, stood up and bowed in greeting.

Congratulations to your brother on your ascension to the celestial realm!

"Congratulations to Brother Ling! This is the culmination of years of hard work and dedication."

"Hahaha!" the white wolf laughed.

His gaze fell on the faces of everyone in the room, scrutinizing them one by one, as if trying to discern some clue.

However, none of the people present were Wu Dan; they all remained calm and composed, their faces showing only smiles, as if they were proud of themselves.

Suddenly, Ling Bailang looked at everyone, grinned, and said:
"Fellow Daoists, do you need my help with cultivating spiritual roots?"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the people in the stone house changed slightly.

(End of this chapter)