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Chapter 99 Part 2

The elders, although surprised, their hearts pounding, didn’t dare disobey and brought the first volume, their hands shaking slightly as they offered it, inwardly questioning, why would their ancestor destroy their sect?

Even their leader had asked cautiously in his dream, but their ancestor only told him to trust and obey, why would their founder harm them?

Wu Heng turned to the first page and saw his name, a founder, an ancestor, first in line for offerings, eternally honored.

Some people were never satisfied.

Wu Heng took the ink-dipped brush from Chen Zhao and, with a single stroke, crossed out the name.

Erased.

Everyone gasped, the leader almost having a stroke, like that King of Hell in Journey to the West, Monkey King obliterating his name from the Book of Life and Death.

They were terrified, their ancestor would surely punish them for this, what if Wu Heng was wrong?!

Wu Heng then looked at the statue, “Destroy it.”

He had learned from the headless ghost. Provocation was effective.

As soon as he said those words, they all knelt again.

Their leader cried, “No, Grandmaster Wu, we can’t!”

Their ancestor, after each renovation, when funds allowed, they always rebuilt the statue, it was the symbol of their sect, their spirit, their pride, how could they, his descendants, destroy it?!

It was like patricide! They would never be able to face him in the afterlife!

They believed in the legends of their righteous ancestor, who sacrificed himself to fight evil, a virtuous being worthy of their worship.

Denying their ancestor was denying themselves.

Wu Heng turned to the terrified Chen Zhao and his master, “Destroy it.”

Chen Zhao, after a moment of hesitation, picked up a rock from the flowerbed, went inside, his eyes closed, and threw it at the statue.

He closed his eyes, only hearing a dull thud, his hands trembling.

This was rebellion, he would have been severely punished before, and yet, he was doing this, what a rush!

He cautiously peeked, the statue’s stomach dented from the impact, then noticed something, his eyes narrowing, a faint black mist seeping from the crack.

“Wait…”

He exclaimed in disbelief, “Yin qi?! There’s Yin qi inside?!”

Everyone stared at the wisp of black mist, impossible!

The leader, shaking his head, this had to be a dream.

Their Xuanmen, a place of righteousness, how could there be Yin qi?

“Break it open! If there’s a mistake, I’ll personally apologize, I’ll even take out a loan, rebuild the statue!” the leader cried, tears welling up.

Wu Heng watched as they swarmed the statue, rocks, axes, even talismans and ritual tools, a cacophony of smashing and crashing.

Chen Zhao’s eyes gleamed as his fingers picked at the statue’s golden surface, although made of mud inside, the outer layer was real gold. Their ancestor, turning their wages into useless offerings, taking a bit of gold for himself was fine, right?

He picked and picked, a crack appearing, a burst of Yin qi hitting his face,

“Xiao Zhao!” his master cried, rushing towards him, his face paling as he made contact with the Yin qi.

They stared at the broken statue, the black qi pouring out, overwhelming the faint traces of righteousness, their faces filled with shock and horror.

“How… how is this possible? Our ancestor… how could he…” an elder with white hair whispered, his voice filled with despair, their revered ancestor, the recipient of their daily offerings, aligned with evil?!

Xuanmen, the official representative of metaphysics in China, and their ancestor… a demon?

What were they then? Accomplices?

The older practitioners were devastated, some collapsing, luckily many were skilled healers, so…

The leader’s face streamed with tears. He had thought their ancestor was protecting them, accepting their offerings, and he thought he was the chosen disciple, the favored one, now…

“Aaaaa!!”

He roared, his eyes bloodshot, then, taking out a talisman, he summoned lightning, striking the Yin qi.

Wu Heng, watching, thought, this was what netizens called a “devoted fan turning anti-fan,” how vicious.

Their ancestor’s statue, destroyed by his own descendants, a powerful Yin qi erupting from its eyes, rushing towards Wu Heng,

“Grandmaster, careful!” Chen Zhao cried, supporting his master, worried.

Wu Heng remained seated, calmly watching as it approached, not flinching.

The cold, black mist reached his face, stopping just inches away, then, as if repelled by an invisible force, it retreated, swirling around him before flowing down the mountain, as if… escaping.

Wu Heng looked at the crying Xuanmen disciples, “Being a judge is probably not in the cards. But this position… is still available,” a subtle suggestion.

The allure of the first offering.

Leaving the darkness, they could still be righteous practitioners.

He looked at the mountains below, “And this world… needs you now.”

Nan Nuo village was bustling with activity this year. Villagers who worked elsewhere had returned, tourists everywhere, all accommodations fully booked, even staying with local families, for a fee, of course.

Lunar New Year in Nan Nuo, the eighteen villages, even the entire town, filled with visitors.

He Yunxiao, Li Hao, and their families arrived, having taken the newly opened high-speed rail, then a car.

Wu Su was asking a villager known for his calligraphy to write spring couplets for them, usually his father’s task, he had to rely on others now.

They greeted him and presented their gifts.

He Yunxiao, holding Xi Xi, looking around, “Where are Shi Xuan and Doctor Wu? On a date?”

Even Da Bai was gone, unlikely that he would be a third wheel.

You Jin simply said they had gone out.

Chengde Medical Clinic had several guest rooms, enough for everyone, more or less.

The Lunar New Year atmosphere intensified, the sound of firecrackers constantly echoing.

Zhou Da Gui, the village chief, and his team made their rounds in their three-wheeler, delivering packages to every house.

“A special gift from the government! Boil this and sprinkle it around your house!”

“We’ll also have designated personnel spraying protective medicine throughout the village! Happy New Year!”

He Yunxiao, holding Xi Xi, still felt uneasy. Tomorrow was New Year’s Eve, Wu Heng and Shi Xuan still hadn’t returned, he hadn’t slept well all night.

Waking up early, he saw Xi Xi staring out the window, “What are you looking at? Too early? Haven’t heard the roosters crowing yet?”

No one seemed to have slept well, everyone was up.

Chengde Medical Clinic wasn’t open today, New Year’s Eve, but the doors were unlocked.

He opened the door to a black fog, so thick it was like night, the air cold and filled with an eerie silence, evil spirits floating in the streets, some walking, some floating, their laughter echoing, singing a strange song: ‘New Year’s Eve, New Year’s Eve, a life departs; New Year’s red packets, only for those with spiritual treasures.’