After the ghost-hunting master descended the mountain, his fame spread throughout the capital.

After listening to Xuanji Zhenren's words, another thought suddenly flashed through Jiang Dusheng's mind, causing her to frown slightly.

She looked up at Xuanji Zhenren, whose gaze was darting around and who was about to slip away, and said:

"Master, there's something else... After I went down the mountain, I met my so-called sister."

She paused, her tone tinged with confusion, "I observed her face, but I found it unclear, as if shrouded in mist, making it difficult to discern her destiny. What could be the reason for this?"

Master Xuanji retracted his foot, which he had just raised, stroked his beard, pondered for a moment, and his eyes became more serious:

"Can't see the face clearly? Hmm... With your current level of expertise and spiritual perception, you should be able to see the fate and fortune of an ordinary person at a glance. There are only a few possibilities for this situation."

He counted on his fingers: "First, she was wearing an extremely sophisticated concealment artifact, which usually comes at a high price and is not something ordinary people can obtain."

"Secondly, a highly skilled person whose cultivation far surpasses yours, and even surpasses mine, personally altered her fate and destiny. Such a move must have been for something extraordinary."

"Thirdly..." He glanced at Jiang Dusheng, "that is, her own destiny is special, such as being closely connected with certain powerful fortunes or non-human beings, so that her own destiny is obscured by external forces, forming a situation where it is like looking at flowers through a fog."

Master Xuanji twirled his fingers, as if deducing something, and finally added meaningfully:

"In short, you need to be extra careful when you encounter people who are hard to understand. Those with confused destinies are often involved in major karmic consequences, or are themselves at the center of a whirlpool. Sometimes, not being able to see through someone is more troublesome than seeing through their ominous signs at a glance."

Jiang Dusheng nodded thoughtfully.

Having finished discussing the important matters, Master Xuanji stood up, stretched, and resumed his carefree and nonchalant demeanor.

"Alright, alright, we've finished rehashing these old, trivial matters. I'm not going to waste any more time here with you."

He brushed off non-existent dust. "I was just passing by this mountain and sensed some rare herbs were almost ripe. I figured I could just steal them, but who knew I'd run into you, you traitor, fighting someone here? I almost lost my life too. Sigh, what a losing proposition!"

While shaking his head and complaining, Master Xuanji made a move to walk out of the courtyard:

"Now that things are settled and you two are both lively and energetic, your teacher must hurry up and go for a stroll elsewhere."

Upon hearing this, Xie Jinchen immediately stood up and said respectfully, "Senior, please wait a moment. I have something to give you."

After saying that, he turned around and strode out of the courtyard without waiting for Xuanji Zhenren's reaction.

After Xie Jinchen left, only the master and disciple remained in the courtyard.

Xuanji Zhenren immediately revealed his true colors, sneaking up to Jiang Dusheng.

He rubbed his hands together, his eyes shining, his low voice full of excited speculation:

"My dear disciple, your future husband is being so mysterious. Is he planning to give me a thank-you gift? Is it a whole box of gold ingots? Or some rare thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum or ten-thousand-year-old Vermilion Fruit?"

"Hehehe... Although I always enjoy helping others and don't expect anything in return, if he insists on giving it to me, wouldn't it hurt the junior's feelings if I refused too harshly? Don't you think so?"

Jiang Dusheng rolled his eyes at his master's greedy look: "Master, wipe your drool."

"Huh?" Xuanji Zhenren subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth and found it dry, only then realizing that he had been tricked.

He immediately straightened his face, stroked his beard, and put on an air of superiority, snorting, "You unfilial disciple! You have no respect for your elders!"

Before long, Xie Jinchen returned, holding a completely black token in his hand.

The token is embossed with a lifelike Yazi, while the reverse side is engraved with the character "谢" (Xie), and the edges are decorated with fine cloud patterns.

Xie Jinchen handed the token to Xuanji Zhenren with both hands and explained:

"Senior, this is the Xuan Tie Token. The holder of this token can unconditionally access resources at any merchant house, bank, or inn bearing the Xie family's mark within the Xicang territory. Senior, you travel far and wide, and you may need this token in some situations. Please accept it for unforeseen circumstances."

Master Xuanji accepted the token, his face immediately lighting up with a broad smile. The slight disappointment he felt earlier at not receiving the gold vanished, and he patted Xie Jinchen on the shoulder with satisfaction.

"Good lad! So sensible! Much more considerate than me, your unfilial son!"

He unceremoniously stuffed the token into his pocket, even patting it to make sure it was securely placed before smiling contentedly:

"Then I won't stand on ceremony! Don't worry, I'll definitely trouble them next time I pass by the Xie family's shop!"

After carefully putting away the token, Master Xuanji dusted off his sleeves and made another move to leave:

"Alright, alright, we really have to go now, or it'll be dawn. Oh, by the way..."

As if suddenly remembering something, he turned his head and added, "After Duke Xie learned that your lives were spared, he hurriedly led the rest of his men back to Changling City."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xuanji Zhenren lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure rising into the air. Just as he was about to leap onto the roof, Xie Jinchen's voice rang out again:

"Master, after we return to Changling, we will choose an auspicious day to get married. We would be honored if you could grace us with your presence."

Master Xuanji didn't even turn his head, casually waving his wide sleeves, his laughter carried on the wind:

"Oh, you've changed your tune quite quickly, buddy! It sounds much better! Don't worry, how could I possibly miss my good disciple and son-in-law's wedding day?"

With a few leaps, he disappeared into the hazy night, leaving only his powerful admonition echoing inside and outside the courtyard walls:

"Remember to reserve the head table for your teacher! And the wine must be the best!"

The echoes faded, and the courtyard returned to silence, leaving only the lights under the eaves and the two people standing side by side.

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, an inconspicuous carriage drove out of the side gate of the Xie residence and quickly disappeared into the thin morning mist.

Two composed bodyguards sat on the carriage shaft. The carriage looked simple, but its interior was surprisingly spacious.

The carriage was spacious, with thick brocade cushions. In one corner, there was a small, exquisite table with a few light and delicious snacks and washed fresh fruit on a delicate porcelain plate.

Inside the carriage, Xie Jinchen leaned against the soft cushions, holding a book titled "Detailed Explanation of Taoist Talismans" in his hand.

This was something Jiang Dusheng found in his luggage and gave it to him.

When they woke up last night, the two of them found that the evil energy that needed to be suppressed and harmonized in their bodies was now lying dormant in their meridians, circulating freely without any backlash or restlessness.

It is likely that by drawing upon the power of the netherworld, their bodies and souls underwent extreme tempering, which ironically turned out to be a blessing in disguise, allowing them to gain control of this power.

Jiang Dusheng sat beside him, holding a pair of silver scissors. She was focused, her fingertips twirling a talisman as the silver scissors flew.

The ghosts of Wang Dazhuang and Ruan Guyan floated to the side, watching longingly.

Wang Dazhuang's ghostly figure rubbed his hands excitedly, moved closer, and spoke with anticipation:

"Master, this time you must give me the most handsome haircut in the world! A dashing, irresistible, and universally admired look!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Dusheng paused for a moment with the scissors in his hand, without even raising his eyelids, and said indifferently, "The most beautiful face in the world? I did see one yesterday."