What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

Li Qing rushed over to support me: "Old Chen, what's wrong? You're as white as a ghost."

I waved my hand to indicate that I was fine.

"I'm just exhausted, it's nothing."

"Li Qing, don't be careless. Her soul has just been stitched up and isn't stable yet. Be careful not to let anything get in and disrupt it."

Upon hearing this, Guan the Blind Man suddenly raised his head. Although he couldn't see, I could feel the excitement in his eyes.

"Xiao Chen! I can't thank you enough!"

Guan the Blind Man suddenly stood up and turned to look at an iron cabinet in the corner of the room.

"Wang Daya! Go get my treasure!"

Wang Daya had been hunched over at the door, but upon hearing the order, he scrambled over as fast as he could.

A moment later, he came over carrying a red silk bundle that was wrapped up tightly.

Guan the Blind took the cloth bag and solemnly handed it to me.

"Little Chen, here are the things you wanted: Star Fiend Meteorite Iron, and some insights I've accumulated over the years."

From this day forward, you, Chen Yang, are a benefactor to the Guan family.

In Fengtian, anyone who doesn't go with you is going against me, like I'm imprisoning a blind man!

I took the cloth bag and felt a heavy weight on it.

Even through the silk cloth, I could feel the extremely pure, even slightly stellar, golden aura emanating from the meteorite inside.

This aura is the perfect material for repairing Li Qing's magical artifacts.

"Mr. Guan, you're too kind. It's the rule to take money and solve problems for people."

My tone remained calm, but I knew that this trip to Guanjiatun had been worthwhile.

Not only did I obtain the meteorite iron, but more importantly, during that extreme soul-sewing process just now, my control over the evil energy reached a new level.

That method of filtering out evil energy might be the key to my future breakthrough.

"Old Chen, we need to get going."

Li Qing whispered a reminder from the side, holding a compass in his hand, the needle of which was trembling slightly.

"Although the gust of cold wind has dissipated, I can sense an even stronger aura heading this way."

"I guess that Black Wind Immortal has realized his prey is missing and is coming after him."

Guan the Blind snorted coldly and slammed his iron staff heavily on the ground.

"It dares to come! This old man's horse-slaying sword hasn't been unsheathed for ten years; it desperately needs a consecration offering!"

I glanced at Guan Ling, who was fast asleep on the bed, and then at Guan the Blind.

"Mr. Guan, this girl needs to rest."

We won't get involved in the rest.

"Boss Wang, drive back to the city."

I had already planned to leave.

The malevolent energy within my body was almost completely depleted, and the feeling of weakness, as if my meridians had been drained, made me just want to rush back to the hotel and get some sleep.

Just as I reached the gate of the courtyard and stepped one foot over the threshold, I heard the sound of an iron staff slamming heavily on the ground behind me.

"Young Master Chen, wait a minute."

Guan the Blind's voice was no longer as hoarse and stiff as before; instead, it carried an indescribable tremor.

His face, covered by a black cloth, was facing the back of my head. Although I couldn't see his eyes, I could feel him "sizing me up."

I stopped and turned around, looking at him with some confusion.

"Mr. Guan, is there anything else?"

I asked in a slow, deliberate tone, without any anger, just a hint of weariness.

Guan the Blind Man didn't speak. He walked over quickly, his speed not at all like that of a man in his seventies.

He walked up to me, his nostrils flaring as if trying to catch every last trace of my scent.

"When you were outside just now, when you were using your telekinesis technique, I felt it was similar. But I didn't dare to admit it, since this skill, though difficult, isn't unique to any one family."

Guan the Blind Man suddenly gave a bitter smile and shook his head.

"But just now, after you finished sewing up the soul, that malevolent aura that had been filtered out..."

In this world, apart from the offspring of Old Ghost Chen Xuan, no one can refine murderous aura into a miraculous medicine for healing.

His call of Chen Xuan sent a jolt through me.

"Do you know my grandfather?" I asked, looking at him.

"It's more than just knowing each other."

Guan the Blind Man sighed deeply and slammed his iron staff across the ground.

"Back then at the foot of Changbai Mountain, if it weren't for your grandfather, I would have lost my life there."

Kid, your grandpa back in the day, this was something special.

He gave a thumbs up, his expression filled with awe.

"The failure of the Liu family's ancestor to transform into a dragon and undergo tribulation was the will of Heaven."

A bolt of lightning struck from the sky, leaving a divine wound on the ancestor of the Liu family, a wound that the heavens could not tolerate.

Many powerful figures said there was no hope, and could only watch helplessly as their ancestor rotted away in Changbai Mountain.

It was your grandfather who, carrying a willow-leaf scalpel, went into the mountains alone and spent a day and a night stitching up that deep wound.

That's fighting against God, that's defying the heavens!

I was silent.

My grandfather never mentioned anything about his time outside the Great Wall to me. It was Chang Tianqing who told me about Tian Shang.

"Since you are a descendant of an old friend, consider that piece of meteorite iron as payment for the consultation, not as a token of our friendship."

Guan the Blind Man pulled a small, black wooden box from his pocket and shoved it into my hand without saying a word.

"This is a protective mirror made of pure gold that I obtained in my early years. Although it is not a magical artifact, it can block a vicious curse at a critical moment."

Take it, don't be polite with this old man.

I couldn't refuse, so I had to accept it.

"Also, nobody is allowed to leave tonight."

Guan the Blind Man roared into the house.

"Wang Daya! Get out here! Go to Butcher Wang at the village entrance and get ten catties of the best pork belly, and also two jars of old liquor! I'm going to have a couple of drinks with the Chen family's brat today!"

Wang Daya was originally taking care of Guan Ling inside the house when he heard the shout, so he hurriedly ran out.

"Yes, ma'am! If Your Majesty gives the order, I'll go right away!"

Looking at Wang Daya's timid and submissive demeanor, I felt a little strange.

Wang Daya is at least fifty years old. Although his two gold teeth are tacky, he is still a well-known figure in the antique world of Fengtian.

I was already a little puzzled by Wang Daya's respectful attitude towards Guan Xiazi, but now that he called him "Ancestor," my doubts were instantly cleared up.

"Boss Wang, that's a title..." I looked at Wang Daya with a complicated expression.

As Wang Daya put on his coat, he chuckled at me and said, "Master Chen, please don't take offense."

According to seniority, I should call Lao Guan my cousin.

In my early years, I was dealing in mountain products outside the Great Wall. I was almost licked by a bear, but my great-uncle pulled me out of its mouth with a stick.

Given the debt of gratitude for saving my life, plus our seniority, I'm nothing but a nobody in his eyes.

I didn't tell you two before because I was afraid you'd overthink it.

After saying that, he bowed to me again and said, "Master Chen, since you are a descendant of my old uncle's old friend, then in Fengtian from now on, you will be my uncle!"

Please feel free to speak if you have any instructions.

I was completely overwhelmed by what I heard.

A fifty-year-old man called me, a man in his early twenties, "Master Chen," and now he wants to acknowledge me as his "grandfather." This mess of generations is making it hard for me to understand.