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"Damn, you're still alive? Didn't you go to find the key to the stone coffin?"

The Quanxing high-ranking officials present stared wide-eyed at Shen Chong, disbelief flashing in their eyes.

Shen Chong is in such a terrible state right now!

His once impeccably dressed suits were now nothing more than charred, tattered strips of cloth, stuck to his flesh and blood, a truly gruesome sight.

The air was filled with the faint aroma of roasted meat.

"I...found the key to the sarcophagus!"

"Puff~"

His body... fell straight down.

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Chapter 18 I am the Great Villain, the Grand Ritual of Luo Tian in a Fantasy World! (Please continue reading)

Su Mo was unaware of what was happening outside; in fact, he was currently in a dilemma.

The master has gone down the mountain!

I went to the same county town where I used to set up a stall.

Then the master came back the next day.

However, his master looked quite disheveled.

The hemp robe, which was originally worn but spotless, has now been turned into strips of blood-stained cloth.

The young men and women behind him were no better off than the old Taoist priest; their clothes were tattered, and many of them had bloodstains on them.

Sadness was on everyone's face.

"The earth trembled, and Ping'an County at the foot of the mountain was destroyed."

"It is fate; they will be your junior brothers and sisters from now on."

The old Taoist priest seemed very tired. After giving a few casual instructions, he went into his guest room to rest.

Shi Jian was slightly taken aback, and for some reason thought of the old Taoist priest's years-long habit of selling 'dates' and 'peaches' at the entrance of Ping'an County.

Perhaps the heavens had foreseen this, but ultimately, human effort cannot overcome the will of heaven.

From that day on, the disheveled young men and women behind the old Taoist priest also became his junior brothers and sisters.

The old Taoist priest sighed, and soon after, he once again embarked on his grand and ambitious business of making money.

As luck would have it, life in Maoshan suddenly improved a lot after they adopted several children, but Shi Jian's life became a bit more complicated.

In the morning, I practiced the Lightning Thunder Fist and Wooden Stake Technique taught by my master. In the afternoon, I also had the task of teaching my junior brothers and sisters Maoshan magic.

The second junior brother, Lin Fengjiao, although a boy, does have a somewhat feminine name.

Lin Fengjiao was steady and had the highest talent in cultivation, but she was a bit rigid. So Shi Jian taught her talisman drawing, array formations, and geomancy.

Even if they go down the mountain in the future, they can rely on drawing talismans to ensure their safety, and feng shui can also guarantee that they will not starve to death.

The third junior brother, Si Mu, was a free spirit with lingering worldly desires, so Shi Jian taught him the methods of corpse driving and summoning spirits.

Summoning spirits is a method of protection, while corpse-driving is a basic means of survival in this chaotic world, since the one thing this chaotic world has no shortage of is dead people and corpses.

Fourth Junior Brother Qianhe is chivalrous and righteous, but somewhat reckless in his actions. Even Shi Jian has no special way to deal with him, so he can only pass on all the killing techniques he knows to him, and let him learn as much as he can.

Fifth junior brother Zheng Zibu has a somewhat eccentric personality and is only interested in talismanic magic.

......

Spring came and autumn went, and the years on Maoshan were the happiest years of Su Mo's life. In fact, Su Mo already knew that he was probably the main villain in a movie.

However, Su Mo felt that he would not become like that.

People are different now, so naturally, relationships are different too.

The most important thing is to be strong enough yourself.

In his spare time, he would practice the Lightning Thunder Fist and the Wooden Pole Technique, relying on his exceptional talent.

The Lightning Thunder Fist has been cultivated to the third level. Once unleashed, thunder roars, and even some old ghosts who have been around for a long time would be instantly annihilated.

He could even fight some old corpses hand-to-hand with his physical strength, which had been tempered by the Lightning Thunder Fist.

Needless to say, the wooden stake technique has long been mastered.

With a wave of the hand, one can summon terrifying giant trees to smash into enemies.

Even his own master didn't know his true strength, and thought he was only at the first or second level of the Lightning Thunder Fist.

However, Shi Jian still did not go down the mountain. He would spend his days repairing the Taoist temple with his junior brothers and sisters, occasionally digging for wild vegetables in the mountains, and sometimes going down the mountain to deal with minor evil spirits to supplement his family income.

This allowed the old Taoist priest to accumulate more and more money, and Maoshan became more and more established, gradually gaining some fame in the cultivation world.

The old Taoist priest was very happy that day and prepared a table full of food and wine.

Shi Jian and his fellow disciples knew that their master had finally raised enough money to repair the Taoist temple and the statues.

After finishing a table full of food and wine, everyone watched the old Taoist priest descend the mountain.

"Senior Brother, once the Taoist temple is repaired, will we be able to stay on Maoshan Mountain indefinitely?"

Zheng Zibu looked at Maoshan, which was already taking shape, and a smile appeared on his face.

That smile was so bright, it was like seeing your own home getting better little by little.

Among the fellow disciples on Maoshan Mountain, Shi Jian and Zheng Zibu had the best relationship.

The second junior brother, Lin Jiutian, is quite talented, but he is rigid and inflexible.

The third junior brother, Four-Eyed Taoist, is too impulsive and carefree, like a child who never grows up.

Fourth junior brother Qianhe—

Even Shi Jian was at a loss for words when he thought of Chizuru, this junior brother.

That's too reckless!

As far as I can remember, when Chizuru had just completed the Qi Induction, her strength was several times weaker than Hu Jie, whom I had encountered in the real world.

That day, I led a team down the mountain to subdue the demon.

The hundred-year-old demon, Qianhe, grabbed a peach wood sword and charged forward.

If I hadn't reacted quickly, Junior Brother Chizuru would have been killed right there.

In comparison, the fifth junior brother Zheng Zibu was the one Shi Jian favored the most.

He is humble and polite.

He always exceeded the daily assignments, demonstrating exceptional talent in the art of talismans.

Of course, for Shi Jian...

No matter which junior brother or sister they are, they are all family. This Maoshan is my home!

"Have you finished your homework for today?"

Shi Jian had a stern face.

Although he cared about them, he was always strict with his fellow disciples from Maoshan, including Shi Jian.

Only by maintaining his image as the senior disciple can he keep these mischievous brats in check and prevent them from going astray.

Zheng Zibu immediately wore a bitter expression.

He always finished his homework the fastest, so his senior brother gave him twice the amount of homework as his other fellow disciples.

It's really tough~

"Senior brother, senior brother, Master is back!"

The next moment, the Taoist priest wearing glasses came skipping over, his tone full of excitement and joy.

"What's so great about jumping around like this as a disciple of Maoshan? This is how I taught you!"

Shi Jian's stern tone made Simu immediately stand obediently to the side, like a rabbit encountering a tiger.

As time went on, Shi Jian, the eldest disciple, gained more and more authority within the entire Maoshan sect.

However, at this moment, there was a hint of confusion in Shi Jian's eyes.

Is Master back?

So fast!

It's important to know that repairing a Taoist temple is no simple task.

Bricklayer, carpenter...

It would take at least three to five days just to find these connections, not to mention the haggling involved.

When Shi Jian and the others finally saw the old Taoist priest, he was still wearing the same patched-up Taoist robe that he couldn't bear to throw away, and there were no craftsmen following behind him.

"Master, have you found the person who repaired the statue?"

Shi Jian couldn't help but ask.

"No, I donated the money!" the old Taoist priest said nonchalantly, though a smile remained on his face.

"You've already donated it, Master! Were you scammed? Let's go down the mountain now and get the money back!"

Zheng Zibu hurriedly said.

That was the money that my entire sect had saved up over four or five years!

Just like that, you donated it?

The master has definitely been scammed!

"No need to chase after them. Some soldiers passed by down the mountain and wanted to rebuild the country. The old Taoist priest had nothing of value, so he donated the money!"

The old Taoist priest became even more smug.

"Back then I was young, and my master and senior brothers went down the mountain to rebuild the country. I didn't keep up. Hmph~ Now I can say that I've done my part."

Shi Jian...