Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms - Chapter 53

Chapter 53: Daoist

“To think the famous high monk in Great Xia’s capital is a Blood Spirit Cultist. Unlike Daoist Xue and Goldflower Granny, who hid in the shadows, Monk Xu Hui maintained a high profile and spread his name far and wide in Great Xia. Even my parents have paid him a visit back then in hopes he might have a way for me to recover my martial cultivation…”

Fang Chen’s expression turned grim. His Shadow Guards had operated in the capital for many years, but he had never noticed the existence of the Blood Spirit Cult.

If Monk Xu Hui had made a move on his parents back then, he would have been helpless to stop him.

“Master Xu, what should we do? Could Fang Chen have caught onto us?” Qin Dong anxiously fidgeted as he asked.

“Fang Chen?” Master Xu Hui laughed. “You are scared of a fangless tiger? His parents once came to me pleading for my help. I could have easily restored his martial cultivation back then. His parents must have found some kind of spirit herb for him.”

“Master Xu, why don’t you make a move and remove this thorn in my back? I’d be able to move freely this way. I suspect Fang Chen has set his eyes on me in recent days,” Qin Dong said.

“Goldflower recklessly fed on that maid in your residence; it’s no wonder others are suspicious. However, those snooping around are of no threat to our people. The only thing we need to be concerned about is whether there’s a cultivator on our tail. As for Fang Chen, there’s no benefit to killing him. Rather, he better serves our aim alive,” Master Xu Hui calmly replied.

He turned to the Compassion Hall’s Manager He and ordered, “Bring them over to calm Vice Minister Qin down. He’ll be spending a few days here; they’ll entertain him well.”

“Yes, Master Xu,” Manager He replied before taking his leave.

Qin Dong’s expression flickered. “Master Xu, this…”

“Vice Minister Qin, serve our Blood Spirit Cult well. Your loyalty will be rewarded,” Master Xu Hui said with a smile before returning to the inner residence.

Shortly after, Fang Qingyao and her maid, all tied up, were brought before Qin Dong.

“Manager He, what are you doing?!” a red-faced Fang Qingyao sternly bellowed.

“Master Qin, I can tell that you admire Miss Fang. Why don’t we have Miss Fang accompany you for the next few days?” Manager He completely ignored Fang Qingyao and instead fawned on Qin Dong.

Qin Dong glanced at Fang Qingyao before stroking his beard and nodding. “I’d appreciate that. This maid also looks not too bad, so I’ll keep her here too.”

“Master Qin?!” Fang Qingyao stared at Qin Dong in disbelief. She couldn’t believe this righteous-looking middle-aged man actually colluded with the Compassion Hall’s manager to humiliate the two of them!

“Miss Fang, you can only blame yourself for coming at a bad time,” Qin Dong remarked.

“The Compassion Hall is a place to save those in need. How could you…” Fang Qingyao’s mind was in disarray, as she struggled to make sense of the situation.

“Master Qin, this way please,” Manager He said with a smile as he gestured for his subordinates to take Fang Qingyao and her maid to a nearby compartment room.

Qin Dong waved his sleeves and followed along.

A cold glint flashed across Fang Chen’s eyes. He was about to return to his body when he saw two figures flipping across the wall to roar at Manager He and his lackeys, “Put those two ladies down right now!”

The crowd was stunned. They turned their gaze over and saw a gray-robed daoist and a fair-skinned nun.

“Who dares to trespass on our Compassion Hall!” Manager He’s face darkened.

Qin Dong hurriedly raised his sleeves to cover his face before panickedly taking cover behind one of the Compassion Hall’s lackeys. He was afraid that someone would recognize him.

“Save us!” Fang Qingyao’s maid yelled. “Please, save our young miss!”

“Don’t worry. You can be assured I’ll save you and your young miss,” the gray-robed daoist spoke with a righteous voice. He turned to the little nun and said, “See, Little Abbess! I told you that our Eight Trigrams Sect’s Omen Reading isn’t just a sham. There’s simply too much blood omen here; there has to be something weird going on here!”

“Q-quickly save them!” the little nun stuttered.

“I’ll save them, but Little Abbess, you have to promise me to become my cultivation partner afterward! How does that sound?” The gray-robed daoist giggled.

The little nun’s face turned completely red, as she found herself at a loss. “S-save them first!”

“Fine, I’ll show you my means!”

With a hearty laugh, the gray-robed man whipped out a wooden sword and pointed it at Manager He. The wooden sword came to life and flew toward the crowd.

Manager He and the others were startled. What kind of means is this?

Fang Qingyao and her maid were overjoyed. This daoist isn’t an ordinary person. We’re saved!

“See, Vice Minister Qin. I told you a cultivator has set his eyes on us… but they are mere third stage Ki Refinement and second stage Ki Refinement cultivators. They couldn’t have dealt with Goldflower and Daoist Xue.”

Master Xu Hui appeared once more. A golden bowl flew out from his palm and smashed the wooden sword into pieces. Seven daosoul imprints could be vaguely seen on the golden bowl as it returned to Master Xu Hui’s hand.

“Seven daosoul imprints?!” Blood seeped from the lips of the gray-robed daoist as his eyes widened in disbelief. He dazedly stared at his shattered wooden sword before crying tragically, “My artifact! I had to beg desperately to acquire this artifact…”

Of course, the gray-robed daoist knew this wasn’t the time to be feeling sorry for his artifact. Master Xu Hui emanated an aura that sent shivers down his spine; it was a powerful cultivator he was up against here!

At the very least, Master Xu Hui had to be at fifth stage Ki Refinement.

In view of that, the gray-robed daoist immediately grabbed the little nun and attempted to run. However, the golden bowl rammed into him at a fast speed, sending him flying twenty meters across the air before crashing heavily into the ground.

The little nun wasn’t able to react in time and was sent flying too.

Fang Qingyao and her maid stared at this scene in a daze. They thought that they were saved, but who could have thought that their savior would be defeated in a flash?

Fang Qingyao struggled to twist her neck toward Master Xu Hui, her eyes reflecting her disbelief. She couldn’t believe Great Xia’s renowned high monk was actually such a person!

Shortly after, the gray-robed daoist and the little nun were tightly bound too.

“Little Abbess, I brought danger upon you this time,” the gray-robed daoist said with a pale face.

“Speak. Who sent you here? You must have considerable backing to dare make a move against our Blood Spirit Cult,” Master Xu Hui walked up to them and placidly asked.

Blood Spirit Cult?!

Goosebumps covered the gray-robed daoist’s and the little nun’s bodies. Even the innocent little nun understood the weight behind the Blood Spirit Cult!

That was a famous demonic sect known for their cruel and domineering means in the world of cultivation! Orthodox cultivators had been trying to subdue them, but to little avail due to how elusive they were.

“Blood Spirit Cult? I have never heard of it before. There must be a misunderstanding here. Elder, I didn’t know this was your turf. On the account that we are all cultivators, won’t you spare our lives?” the gray-robed daoist asked with feigned confusion.

Master Xu Hui scoffed, “The blood in your veins nearly froze when you heard me say Blood Spirit Cult, but you’re feigning ignorance right now?”

“Elder, I was wrong! Won’t you spare us, on the account that we’re peers?” The gray-robed daoist dropped his act and broke down into tears.