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

Before he could finish speaking...

Yang Guang pointed without hesitation.

The golden aura, like a sharp sword, pierced directly into the evil cultivator's dantian.

puff!

A muffled thud, like a deflated balloon, echoed in the living room.

Followed by.

The black yin energy and evil aura that had been lingering around the evil cultivator for years were like a punctured water bag, leaking out wildly.

what! ! !

The evil cultivator let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

This sound was ten times more terrible than when I was smeared in the face by a king crab.

His body convulsed violently.

His face, already covered in pustules, was now contorted in pain.

The dantian was destroyed.

The meridians are severed.

Decades of heretical cultivation and spiritual attainment vanished instantly before Yang Guang's pure Celestial Master Qi.

For a cultivator, this is more despairing than being killed outright.

From then on, he was no better than an ordinary person; he was just a cripple!

"My cultivation level!"

"My magic!"

The evil cultivator lay on the ground, his hands digging into the marble floor, which was covered in blood.

"You...you actually destroyed my Dao Fruit!"

"Just kill me!"

"If you've got the guts, just kill me!"

The evil cultivator frantically pounded the ground, his eyes filled with despair and fear.

Yang Guang clapped his hands and looked down at him.

"Kill you?"

"Wouldn't that get my hands dirty?"

"Murder is illegal, but we are law-abiding citizens and should trust science."

Yang Guang's lips curled into a cruel smile as he pointed to the black aura that had begun to gather above the evil cultivator's head.

"We'll see."

"You think that just because you've lost your cultivation, you can peacefully spend the rest of your life as a cripple?"

"How many sins have you committed over the past ten years?"

"How many innocent souls have been enslaved?"

"Now you can't control them anymore. Guess what they'll do to you?"

These words were spoken.

The evil cultivator froze instantly.

It felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over me from head to toe, chilling me to the bone.

He suddenly raised his head, as if he had sensed something.

The black aura emanating from his body did not dissipate.

Instead, they regrouped.

They turned into twisted and hideous ghost faces!

Those were all the lonely ghosts and spirits he had cruelly tortured and consumed.

They were forcibly controlled by evil magic and were already filled with overwhelming resentment.

Now that the evil cultivator has lost all his magical power, the backlash from these vengeful ghosts has descended upon him instantly!

"Give me back my life..."

"I died a terrible death..."

"Eat your flesh, drink your blood..."

Countless ethereal and mournful wails echoed in the living room.

Visibly, those ghostly faces opened their blood-red maws and frantically pounced on the evil cultivator.

It tore at his soul, bite by bite.

Although these vengeful ghosts had no physical form, the excruciating pain that tore at the soul caused the evil cultivator to let out another bloodcurdling scream.

"Ah!! Get away!"

"Don't bite me!"

"I was wrong, please let me go!"

He waved his hands wildly in the air, trying to drive away the unseen vengeful spirits.

But all is in vain.

Ten thousand ghosts devour souls.

This is the bitter fruit he sowed himself!

The horrifying scene caused Mr. and Mrs. Lin to huddle together and tremble with fear once again.

This is even more thrilling than watching a horror movie!

Jia Youcai also swallowed hard and took two steps back.

"Amitabha Buddha, good and evil will eventually be rewarded, this is a perfect example of retribution in this life."

Chu Sheng stood with one hand raised in front of his chest, looking compassionate and sorrowful, if one ignored the gloating smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Amitabha."

"Heaven's sins may be forgiven, but self-inflicted sins are unforgivable."

"Brother Guang's move to cut off the enemy's supply lines is truly a great deed."

Yang Guang, too lazy to look at the evil cultivator rolling on the ground, turned to look at President Lin, who was still in a daze, and snapped his fingers.

"Mr. Lin, stop watching the show."

"I've already removed the source for you, young master."

"Your family's matter is now completely settled."

"Um...shouldn't we talk about the final payment?"

Yang Guang rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, his face completely devoid of the righteous indignation he had shown moments before.

His face practically screamed those two words!

Make money!

One million!

This amount of money could buy a whole truckload of used mobile phones!

My savings for a wife skyrocketed!

Mr. Lin then seemed to wake from a dream, nodding repeatedly, so excited he almost cried.

"Give!"

"Give it to me right away!"

"Master Yang, you are like a second parent to the Lin family!"

"One million, not a penny less, I'll transfer the money to you right now!"

Mr. Lin frantically pulled out his phone, his fingers trembling as he began to operate it.

Seeing his successful transfer record, Yang Guang felt as if his soul had been elevated.

Comfortable!

This feels so damn good!

Indeed, a horse won't get fat without night grass, and a person won't get rich without unexpected wealth!

Taking on freelance work is the only way to get rich quick!

He stared at the long string of zeros on his phone screen, his eyes practically popping out of his head.

Chu Sheng, who was standing next to him, leaned over, his eyes also gleaming with greed.

Upon seeing this situation, General Manager Lin's fat forehead twitched, and he slapped his thigh, remembering something.

"Oh dear, look at my brain!"

"Little Fatty, I haven't given you the 50,000 yuan I promised you for staying behind!"

Mr. Lin is a good person to get along with; he's really generous when it comes to money.

He quickly activated his phone's QR code scanning function: "Show me your QR code, I'll scan it for you right now!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Sheng's chubby face broke into a wide grin, like that of Maitreya Buddha: "Amitabha! Boss Lin is so generous!"

He pulled a QR code sign out of his monk's robe.

The sign also has the words "May Buddha bless you, scan the code to connect" printed on it.

"drop!"

"Received payment via WeChat, 50,000 yuan."

The crisp notification sound echoed in the living room.

Chu Sheng stroked his shiny bald head, grinning so hard that his back teeth were showing.

Yang Guang put away his phone, in a great mood.

Today's victory was like Qin Shi Huang touching an electric shock gate – they won so badly they were completely overwhelmed!

However, after transferring the money and putting away his phone, Mr. Lin still had a worried look on his chubby face.

He glanced at the corpse of the heretical cultivator on the ground, then at Yang Guang.

He rubbed his hands together and cautiously approached, saying, "Master Yang, you see, this matter has been resolved."

"But...but didn't that bastard just say he had some kind of senior brother?"

Mr. Lin swallowed hard, his voice clearly trembling with fear: "I'm not afraid of thieves stealing, I'm afraid of thieves eyeing me."

"What if his senior brother really comes out of seclusion one day and follows the scent to our door? What will we, his whole family, do then?"

"How about... you sell us a few more amulets for protection?"

"We don't need many, just one for each of the three of us!"

"Money is not a problem, name your price."

"I'll pay any price to save your life!"

President Lin now has 100% trust in Yang Guang.

This is like encountering a max-level player in the beginner village; as long as you stick close to this powerful figure, you'll feel incredibly safe.

Upon hearing this, Yang Guang raised an eyebrow.

Sure.

After-sales service also needs to keep up.

"What kind of nonsense is this?"

Yang Guang readily reached into his school uniform pocket.

After rummaging around for a while, he pulled out three crumpled pieces of yellow paper.

I don't know how long I've kept these three talismans in my pocket.

The edges were all frayed, and there were some bits of something stuck to it that I couldn't tell if it was biscuit crumbs or sunflower seed shells.

Yang Guang didn't mind, casually patted it, and handed it over.