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

Jiang Dusheng's voice was like an icicle, piercing through Jia Renyi's glamorous facade of doing good deeds layer by layer:

"Under the guise of doing good deeds and giving money, you approach those who are dying but not quite, and when they are at their weakest, you secretly borrow their last bit of life and transfer it to yourself."

"Each person borrows only a little bit, but little by little, it adds up, and you can live a few more days, and even look radiant."

"And those poor souls who were already teetering on the brink of death, they just died a few moments earlier, unnoticed, and their families should be grateful for your generosity."

With each word Jiang Dusheng spoke, Jia Renyi's body trembled more violently, his fat face quivered incessantly, and cold sweat soaked through his silk shirt.

"That's why you have to go in person and offer such a large sum of money. It's not just about the money; it's about temporarily buying off the karmic backlash caused by the stolen life force."

Jiang Dusheng's tone was icy, filled with undisguised contempt. "What a great philanthropist. He uses the lives of others to pave his own path to a miserable existence, all while wearing the glamorous cloak of doing good deeds and being compassionate."

"Jia Renyi, your use of the word 'benevolence' and 'righteousness' is truly the most ironic and disgusting thing ever."

Jia Renyi's lips trembled violently as he tried to refute and defend himself, but under Jiang Dusheng's all-knowing gaze and cold words, all his sophistry seemed pale and powerless.

He finally lowered his head in despair, as if his spine had been removed, his voice barely audible.

"Yes... Master Wangjizi said that this method...this method conforms to the way of heaven, does not harm the harmony of heaven, and allows each person to take what they need."

"Those people were already dying, using their last bit of useless lifespan to ensure their families' livelihood for life, is that... is it a good deed... I... I just wanted to live, what did I do wrong, I just wanted to live..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Dusheng's cold smile deepened, and the chill in his eyes could freeze a person to the bone.

She took a step forward, an invisible pressure descending like a mountain. "You say you're not wrong? It's just a mutually beneficial arrangement?"

Jiang Dusheng repeated Jia Renyi's words, but his tone was full of sarcasm, each word like an ice pick, piercing through his last bit of self-deception:

"Then let me ask you, what wrong have those who lie on their sickbeds, enduring pain and struggling in agony?"

"Yes, they may already have one foot in the grave, their lives are numbered. But in this world, who isn't afraid of death? Who doesn't want to live a little longer, to see the sunlight of this world a little longer, to hear the call of a loved one a little longer?"

Jiang Dusheng's voice suddenly rose, carrying an undeniable chill, "Your so-called gift of silver is nothing more than a veneer of hypocrisy to cover this sordid deal, allowing you to steal their last moments with a clear conscience!"

"Have you asked those lying in hospital beds if they were willing? Have you asked those relatives who received money but didn't know why their loved ones suddenly passed away, if they were truly grateful?!"

Jia Renyi was so shocked by the question that he trembled violently, his face drained of color, and his lips quivered as he tried to grasp at the last straw:

"But...but they said it themselves! They're willing to be my slaves, to repay my debts...I...I just...I just..."

"So you actually believed it?" Jiang Dusheng interrupted him mercilessly, his eyes sharp as knives. "So you can use this opportunity to deceive the heavens with just one sentence, stealing others' lifespans to prolong your own?"

"Jia Renyi, what you stole was not just a few days or months of life, but their final farewell to their families and their last lingering thoughts of this world. With every bit of lifespan you borrowed, you became more burdened by the resentment and bitterness of the deceased."

Jiang Dusheng stepped forward, squatted down in front of Jia Renyi, stared intently into his fearful eyes, and said, word by word:

"Do you know what that dense aura of death and darkness is about you?"

Jia Renyi shook his head in bewilderment and fear, his fat jiggling wildly.

He is truly blind; he can only sense the increasingly frequent nightmares he has been experiencing lately.

"That's not just ordinary bad luck." Jiang Dusheng's voice was cold and clear. "That's the lingering resentment of countless people who died unjustly, the blood feud caused by your forced interruption of their life process."

"They were born because of you, and they coalesced because of your greed and hypocrisy. You think you can buy off this cause and effect by giving money? No, quite the opposite."

Her gaze was sharp as a needle, piercing Jia Renyi's last illusion. "Precisely because your gift of silver was made with the intention of deception and theft, these blood feuds will not only not dissipate, but will become even more abhorrent as they perceive the despicable and thieving behavior deep within your soul."

"They entangle your soul and spirit, eroding your fortune and blessings. They make you appear radiant, but in reality, your insides have been hollowed out. You are nothing more than a rotten shell forcibly injected with chaotic vitality."

Jiang Dusheng paused, letting each word strike Jia Renyi's heart with a heavy weight:

"When your lifespan truly ends, these blood feuds will erupt completely, dragging you into the deepest hell, where you will never be reborn!"

Her gaze swept over the magnificent yet eerie courtyard, her tone chilling:

"And your so-called wealth, your family fortune, and even your descendants will be entangled in this blood feud, plagued by bad luck, and unable to die a good death."

"What?!" Jia Renyi was struck dumb upon hearing this. He turned sharply to look at Wangjizi, whose face was ashen. His eyes widened in fury, and he screamed in a shrill voice:

"Daoist Master! Wangjizi! What did you tell me back then?! Didn't you swear that this method was safe, borrowing the useless remaining lifespan of a dying person, in accordance with the Way of Heaven, and that there would be no backlash, nor would it be detected?!"

"Didn't you say that as long as I accumulate good deeds in secret, I can live a long and healthy life, and even bring blessings to my descendants and glory to my family?!"

Wangjizi trembled at his shout, his eyes darting away. Gone was the air of otherworldly elegance and arrogance he had displayed at their first meeting; only the guilt of being exposed remained.

For the sake of the Jia family's generous reward, he naturally said whatever sounded good.

He didn't mention anything about blood feuds or the harm to his descendants.

His original plan was simply to take advantage of Jia Renyi's fear of death and wealth, and use some underhanded methods to swindle a huge reward.

By the time Jia Renyi's wicked deeds came to light and he died, he had already fled far away with the money he had plundered, seeking out other fat sheep in seclusion.

Who cares what happens to Jia Renyi after his death, or what fate awaits his descendants?

Fortune and wealth are sought in danger, and cultivators seize the creation of heaven and earth. In his distorted understanding, such things are nothing more than each taking what they need.

Jiang Dusheng looked at Jia Renyi, whose face was ashen, and continued, "Jia Renyi, do you know how much good fortune you accumulated in your past life? You were destined for a good beginning and a good end in this life."

"Although one's lifespan is destined to be short, with the protection of some merits, if one can face one's destiny with equanimity, one can still be reborn into a family that has accumulated good deeds in the next life, and enjoy worldly wealth and long-lasting blessings."