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

Upon hearing this...

The string in Yang Guang's mind snapped instantly.

His hair stood on end, and he bristled!

Yang Guang put his hands in his pockets, straightened his neck, pointed at Master Huineng in mid-air, and cursed angrily.

"You old bald monk!"

"How much fake alcohol have you been drinking?!"

"What a joke!"

Yang Guang grew angrier and angrier as he spoke, his spittle almost splattering onto Master Huineng's gleaming face.

"Back in the day, my cheapskate dad was at least a genuine max-level, god-tier player, right?"

"Just listening to you old Deng brag, I could tell that his Taoist skills back in the day were definitely no less than mine!"

"They're even several levels ahead of me now!"

"And the result?"

"Even after using all his trump cards, he couldn't completely kill that evil god; he could only barely manage to seal it away!"

Yang Guang slapped his thigh, his face full of absurdity.

"Although I admit that I am indeed the youngest and most talented last Celestial Master of our time."

"But I've only just turned eighteen this year!"

"I've never even held a girl's hand, I haven't even saved enough for a wife, and I'm still burdened with a mountain of karmic debts from the underworld!"

"You want me, someone who just left the starting area, to solo a max-level world boss?"

"You want me to kill him?"

"You're just feeding the enemy kills, aren't you?"

however.

Faced with Yang Guang's relentless criticism and rejection.

Master Huineng remained unmoved, instead staring intently at Yang Guang with awe-inspiring eyes.

Others may not be able to.

"But you can!"

Master Huineng's voice, like a resounding bell, echoed continuously in the dream space.

Go!

"Even if I use this last wisp of my divine consciousness, I can still buy you six months!"

"In six months, the seal will shatter, and the evil god will be born!"

"These six months are the last bit of time I can buy for you!"

"Young Master Yang, you'd better watch yourself!"

After saying that...

The halo of Buddha behind Master Huineng's head suddenly burst forth.

The space at the edge of the cliff began to twist and collapse wildly.

The surrounding scenery was like a shattered mirror, peeling away piece by piece.

Yang Guang immediately panicked!

Damn it!

There are still so many crucial questions I haven't asked!

"No, wait a minute!"

Yang Guang waved his hands frantically, shouting at Master Huineng, "Explain yourself clearly!"

"What exactly is that evil god?"

"Does it have any weaknesses?"

"Where are those bastards, Ghost Hand Seven, hiding now?"

"At least tell me if slaying an evil god drops equipment and if you get merit rewards!"

"You damn riddle teller, leave the walkthrough for me!"

but.

The space collapsed too quickly.

Before Yang Guang could even finish a sentence, everything went black, and a strong sense of weightlessness washed over him.

"call!"

Yang Guang gasped sharply, as if he had been electrocuted, and sat up abruptly from the armchair in the main hall of the agency.

He was panting heavily, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

My heart was pounding like a drum.

Looking around at the familiar eight-immortal table, the grand master's chair, and the sliver of daylight filtering in from outside the door.

Yang Guang then realized what was happening.

He had been forcibly kicked out of the dream by that old bald monk and returned to reality.

Yang Guang sat in the armchair, his hands gripping his hair tightly.

I was so angry!

Damn it!

What kind of mess is this?!

I thought that by taking on the old squad leader's job, even though it emptied my savings for my wife, at least I could get half of my debt forgiven from the underworld.

Just when things were starting to look up, things were looking up again.

As a result, this fat guy's master came to him in a dream and gave him a death notice!

Only six months?

At most, it's only 180 days!

Let me kill an evil god that even his own father couldn't kill?

Does this wretched world harbor some great malice towards him, a minor exorcist master?

Evil God!

Since it can be called a god, even if it has the word "evil" in front of it, it must be a terrifying existence that transcends the understanding of mortals.

This is something that an ordinary celestial master simply cannot handle!

Let alone him now, even if you tied Chu Sheng and the others together, they probably wouldn't be enough to fill someone's teeth.

Moreover, Yang Guang still had many questions in his mind that he hadn't asked.

As a result, the old monk kicked him out!

That's ridiculous!

Just as Yang Guang was sitting in the armchair, questioning his existence and grinding his teeth frantically.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the side.

Er Lengzi, who was lying sprawled out at Yang Guang's feet and fast asleep, was startled by Yang Guang's sudden and violent reaction.

"Awoo!"

Er Lengzi was startled and jumped up on the spot.

Its heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, suddenly widened, and all the fur on its body stood on end as it warily scanned its surroundings.

The dog turned its head left and right, sniffing the air with its nose.

They discovered that they were indeed in the main hall of the funeral parlor, and there wasn't a single ghost in sight.

It finally calmed its bristling fur and let out a long sigh of relief.

After all, this place is Yang Guang's stronghold, with white lanterns and a stone kylin hanging outside to ward off evil spirits. It's not a place where just any evil thing can break in.

After confirming safety.

Er Lengzi approached Yang Guang and tugged at Yang Guang's trouser leg with his dog paw.

The dog's face was full of confusion. It opened its mouth and spoke in a thick Northeastern accent.

"Oh my god."

"Dad Yang, what's wrong with you?"

"I was sleeping soundly when suddenly someone jumped three feet high—did they step on an electric shock?"

Er Lengzi tilted his head, his wise eyes scrutinizing the sweat-drenched Yang Guang: "You weren't having a nightmare, were you? Dreaming that you can't find a wife and the Yang family line is dying out?"

Yang Guang was already in a bad mood when he heard this bastard making sarcastic remarks next to him.

He kicked Er Lengzi away in a huff.

"Get lost!"

"What do you know!"

"Not being able to get a wife is nothing compared to this nightmare!"

"I just dreamt about that fat bastard's master!"

Yang Guang stood up irritably and paced back and forth in the main room, muttering curses under his breath.

"That old bald monk not only sneaked into my dreams to freeload, but he also set a countdown for me!"

Upon hearing this, Er Lengzi's dog ears immediately perked up.

"Countdown?"

"What do you mean, Mr. Yang?"

"Is that something good?"

Yang Guang stopped and looked down at Er Lengzi, letting out a cold laugh.

"nice one?"

"Absolutely wonderful!"

"That old bald monk told me that right beneath our feet, in this no-man's-land of the old city, lurks an evil god capable of tearing a hole in the sky!"

"And this evil god is a legacy of misfortune left to me by my unfortunate old man!"

"The seal is about to break."

"The old bald monk says he can only hold on for another six months at most!"

"When the evil god appears in six months, the first thing he'll do is bite off my head!"

At this point, Yang Guang held up three fingers and waved them in front of Er Lengzi.

"That's 180 days!"

"If I can't kill that evil god in 180 days, we'll both be heading to the underworld hand in hand!"

"You're burdened by my karma; after it finishes eating me, it'll definitely make you its dessert!"