He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

"My family has been the only son for eighteen generations. My grandfather was counting on me to earn money, get married, and have a few healthy and chubby sons."

"I don't have the kind of easy money that comes from someone who suddenly appears out of nowhere!"

Yang Guang pointed at Bai Sheng's pig-like face: "With your looks, if you went out and called me 'Dad,' people would think I'd mutated!"

"This isn't repaying a debt of gratitude; you're ruining my pure and virtuous reputation in Fengdu City!"

"I absolutely refuse to be that traitor!"

puff!

Bai Sheng almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was so angry that he was trembling all over, and his hand pointing at Yang Guang was shaking.

"You...you're shameless!"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes and said matter-of-factly, "Since you've already put it this way..."

"Besides, your Bai family sounds like a large and powerful family."

"You're not short of money, are you?"

Upon hearing this...

Bai Sheng said smugly, "Of course!"

"My Bai family is never short of money!"

Yang Guang rubbed his fingers together, his eyes immediately lighting up: "That's perfect, let's get practical."

"Stop with those pretentious family relationships."

"If I bring them here, you can give me a million, okay?"

One million!

Ah Zeng's eyelids twitched as he listened from the side.

This kid really dares to speak his mind!

Bai Sheng was blinded by rage and didn't care about anything else.

"good!"

"One million it is!"

"I'll pay for it if you can bring the soul back!"

As the only son of the Bai family, Bai Sheng has never been short of money since childhood. One million is just pocket money to him.

But he's not stupid either.

"but!"

Bai Sheng stared intently at Yang Guang, his snarling mouth chuckling repeatedly: "What if you can't recruit him?"

"What should you do?"

"Will you also compensate me one million?"

With your pathetic appearance, you wouldn't even be worth a million if you were sold by weight!

Bai Sheng was secretly pleased, finally having caught the kid's weakness.

Who knew?

Upon hearing his words, Yang Guang showed no sign of panic; instead, he scoffed.

They looked at Bai Sheng as if he were an idiot.

"I'll pay you a million?"

Yang Guang spread his hands, saying disdainfully, "What kind of good ideas are you having?"

"I'm so poor I have to budget for tomorrow's breakfast, and you expect me to come up with a million?"

"Dreaming happens faster!"

Bai Sheng's eyes widened: "Then what are you betting?"

Yang Guang replied matter-of-factly, "If I can't recruit him, then you're really something, okay?"

"I admit that all the boasting you just made was true."

"This is the highest recognition I, the last Celestial Master, can give to your professionalism!"

"This honor is priceless!"

Silence reigned.

The meeting room was deathly silent.

Bai Sheng was so choked by those words that he couldn't swallow a word.

His chest heaved violently.

His face turned green.

What kind of bet is this?!

So if you win, you take a million and leave, but if you lose, you just casually say, "You're pretty good"?

Even getting something for nothing isn't as shameless as you!

"You...you're a complete scoundrel!"

Bai Sheng was so angry he was jumping up and down, but he just couldn't do anything about Yang Guang.

We can't beat them in a fight.

You can't win an argument with them.

I felt so frustrated!

Ah Zeng, who was standing to the side, couldn't bear to watch any longer.

If this keeps going on, it'll be dawn soon.

He quickly stepped forward, took out a piece of yellow paper covered with tiny, densely written characters from his briefcase, and handed it to Yang Guang.

"Alright, alright, Xiaosheng, shut up!"

"Brother Yang, these are the birth dates and times of the three murdered girls."

Ah Zeng looked at Yang Guang with a solemn expression, his tone tinged with worry.

"This is no joke."

"Since the other party dared to kill three people in Chongqing and even dared to extract their souls, they must have something to rely on."

"Moreover, our people in the department have indeed tried it, but the séance is like throwing a mud ox into the sea—there's no reaction at all."

Ah Zeng sighed: "This matter is not simple."

Are you really sure?

Yang Guang reached out and took the yellow paper.

I glanced down at the birth date and time on it.

His previously nonchalant gaze instantly sharpened.

"nonsense!"

Yang Guang nodded and said, "Of course!"

"Don't even mention what kind of soul-sealing technique he used!"

"Even if he hides his soul under the King of Hell's bed, I can still pull it out by hand!"

Yang Guang turned to Zeng and said, "Old Zeng, you all step back."

"Also, keep an eye on the door."

"Don't let anyone in to disturb me."

Done.

Yang Guang reached directly into the pocket of his faded tracksuit.

That pocket was like a treasure chest.

He just casually reached out and pulled it out.

He pulled out a handful of yellow talismans that smelled faintly of cinnabar.

Then he took out a small box of cinnabar powder that was so red it was almost black, and a calligraphy brush.

Seeing this scene.

Although Bai Sheng retreated to the corner, he was still muttering foul language.

"snort."

"Pretending!"

"If you can summon back the soul imprisoned by the evil cultivator with just a few broken talismans, I'll take your surname from now on!"

Yang Guang ignored him.

The three yellow talismans were laid flat on the conference table.

He picked up the brush and dipped it in cinnabar.

Take a deep breath.

At this moment, Yang Guang's demeanor completely changed.

Gone are the money-grubbers, gone are the goofballs.

Only a powerful, righteous aura burst forth from his frail body.

Even the temperature in the conference room seemed to drop by more than ten degrees in that instant.

A cold wind suddenly swirled around the room.

Yang Guang chanted incantations while writing with flowing, powerful strokes.

He quickly wrote down the birth dates and times of the three murdered girls on the three yellow talismans.

The handwriting was strong and vigorous, with a faint red glow.

Followed by.

Yang Guang instantly formed an incredibly complex hand seal with both hands.

The movements were so fast that even a seasoned veteran like Ah Zeng couldn't see the trajectory.

"May the Supreme Lord Laozi command this swiftly!"

"The gates of the Nine Netherworlds open, the Yellow Springs guide the way!"

"Capture the soul!"

Yang Guang shouted and slammed his right hand on the conference table.

"boom!"

The three yellow talismans with the birth dates and times written on them spontaneously combusted on the table without any fire!

Orange-red flames shot into the air instantly.

But strangely enough...

The flames had no heat at all; instead, they exuded a bone-chilling cold!

Bai Sheng, who had been sneering in the corner, suddenly widened his eyes and even stopped breathing.

Because he saw it clearly.

In the center of the burning flames, three extremely weak, almost transparent shadows actually appeared faintly!

Bai Sheng blurted out, his face full of disbelief.

"This...how is this possible?"

Yang Guang, his hands still firmly in the hand seals, sneered, "You dare to try and steal my person?"

"court death!"

Yang Guang suddenly bit his middle finger, drawing a drop of bright red blood that shot directly into the firelight: "Come here!"

"boom!"

As Yang Guang finished speaking.

The orange-red flame instantly swelled.

A chilling, bone-chilling wind suddenly swept up from the sealed conference room floor.

In an instant, three semi-transparent shadows were as if they had been forcibly pulled out of the void by some invisible hook.

He fell right onto the floor in front of the conference table...