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Upon seeing me take action against him, the Master roared in fury, "I warn you, if you dare to disrespect me, I can make it impossible for you to stay in this line of work, including that bastard who taught you Daoist Techniques."
At this point, I could no longer hold back. I believed in not hitting faces and not cursing teachers. I couldn't understand why this elder, who seemed to possess a hint of celestial grace, spoke so recklessly. Even someone with Master Xiao's temper wouldn't mock another's mentor.
I tightly gripped his right hand that was clutching the Cinnabar with my right hand while my left fist struck his waist. Although that punch was thrown in anger, by the time it made contact with him, I had already mostly restrained my strength. I truly couldn't bring myself to hit an elder hard.
This punch was merely a statement of my stance; I wasn't afraid of his threats. If provoked, I would even dare to hit him—he shouldn't go too far.
The Master struggled, seemingly intending to retaliate against me. I firmly held onto his shoulders and forcefully pushed him back until he hit the wall behind us. Pressing him against it, I said, "Old man, just because I'm speaking to you politely doesn't mean I'm afraid of you. I'm doing it out of respect, but my respect is reserved for those who deserve it. Clearly, you do not."
"You insolent brat! Do you know who I am? Tell me, who is your master?" he gritted through clenched teeth.
"Hah, you don't need to concern yourself with who my Master is, and I have no interest in knowing who you are. Right now, recall your Five Spirits and take your good disciple and his friends away from here. Otherwise, if my friend injures your Five Spirits, don't come crying to me later," I said with a forced smile that didn't reach my eyes, unconcerned by any of his threats.
He looked up at the situation in the living room, fell silent for a few seconds, and then nodded coldly.
I released my grip on him but didn't step back; instead, I watched as he took out the attachment for the Five Spirits and began chanting a spell to summon them back.
As soon as he started his incantation, I walked into the center of the living room and shouted at Liu Bi, "Hey, stop playing around."
Liu Bi turned upon hearing me and quickly understood what was happening. He floated down beside me and adjusted his clothes as he said, "If it keeps playing around like this, I can't guarantee it won't get hurt."
I nodded and glanced over at Sister Li by the dining table; she had lost all expression and stood there blankly, her eyes mechanically observing the situation in the living room without any emotion on her face.
As the Master recalled his Five Spirits, I called back Mr. Huang's soul and let it enter the umbrella. Liu Bi held onto the umbrella tightly while keeping a watchful eye on Senior Master as if still fearing he might snatch it away.
However, he did not attempt that; instead, he walked around me and Liu Bi to the corner opposite us where Master Wang had fallen and began performing an exorcism there.
Liu Bi handed the umbrella back to me and said, "Brother, I'm going inside to rest for a bit; I've exhausted too much energy. If anything happens, just tap the umbrella."
I took the umbrella and nodded.
Before long, Master Wang woke up. When he saw Master, he lowered his head and called out "Master." Master did not respond, snorted in anger, and turned to walk out the door.
Master Wang was a bit confused, looking at me and then at his companion squatting in the corner. At that moment, they couldn't see any Spirit God in the living room, and finally, they weren't huddled together like before.
"What’s going on?" Master Wang asked in confusion.
I didn’t answer him; the doctor said, "Let’s go quickly. This is your master’s intention."
He turned to look at me, and I smiled at him and said, "Let’s go. Your master is angry. Don’t mess around with these ghostly arts anymore; really, you can’t afford it."
He struggled to stand up, swaying as he rubbed his head. It was then that I noticed a sizable bump on his forehead. That was from being hit by Liu Bi.
Master Wang didn’t indicate that he wanted to leave; he just looked at the doctor in confusion and asked, "What exactly is going on?"
Before the doctor could respond, I raised the umbrella in my hand and shouted, "Aren't you all leaving?"
The doctor didn’t have time to answer his question; he stood up and rushed toward the door. With someone leading the way, the others naturally followed suit. They had long wanted to escape this nightmarish place and rushed toward the exit. Seeing the situation was dire, Master Wang also staggered out and forcefully closed the door behind him.
With a loud bang, it seemed to pull Sister Li back into reality. She shook violently for a moment before starting to breathe heavily, patting her chest as she trembled and said, "This is an illusion; this is a dream. Yes, this is a dream. I had a nightmare."
Hearing Sister Li say this made me chuckle as I shook my head. I tapped my knuckles on the dining table and said, "Hey, hey, Sister Li, this isn’t a dream. I’ve resolved things for you; those agreements you were tricked into signing have been burned." As I spoke, I pointed to the ashes on the floor.
Sister Li steadied herself and after a long pause asked me, "Xiao Liu, is he really that kind of person?"
"Who?"
"My doctor friend," Sister Li asked weakly, seemingly afraid of offending me.
I sensed that Sister Li was shaken by what had just happened, her mind in disarray. I nodded and said, "You can ask him yourself."
I quickly cast a Hand Spell on the umbrella, causing Mr. Huang to drop out from it. By this point, I no longer needed to summon him using the Call of Souls; inside the house was his beloved wife, and he was eager to come out.
As soon as Mr. Huang appeared, Sister Li gasped and covered her mouth, her eyes slowly filling with tears. I took out a blank piece of yellow paper and a watercolor pen, placing them on the table before casting another Hand Spell on the pen.
I said to Sister Li, "Mr. Huang can no longer speak; he has been harmed too badly by that doctor. He can only write. If you have anything to say to him, now is the time. I will have to send him away in half an hour."
I set up a simple Soul-Trapping Formation around Mr. Huang to prevent any emotional outbursts from harming Sister Li.
Sister Li continued to cover her mouth and nodded. Once I confirmed she was ready to accept this, I turned and walked toward the center of the living room, sitting down on the sofa and turning on the television.
I increased the volume of the TV, no longer paying attention to Sister Li's soft murmurs, allowing myself to relax and focus on the screen.
Half an hour later, Sister Li suddenly raised her voice and asked if she could hug him.
I walked over and said, "No, that's not good for you or for him. Have you finished talking?"
Mr. Huang nodded while Sister Li shook her head.
I told Sister Li, "Follow his wishes; the longer he stays here, the worse it will be for him."
Hearing this, Sister Li nodded and said, "Alright then."
"Then please go into another room for a bit." I suggested gently, concerned that she might not be able to handle it.
After Sister Li entered the room, I set up a Soul Sending Array and took out some Joss Paper. Once I finished burning the Joss Paper, I sent Mr. Huang away.
I got up and looked at the yellow paper on the table, which had only nine crooked characters written on it: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Just as I was about to casually burn that piece of paper, I suddenly stopped. These three apologies carried too much regret, bitterness, helplessness, and reluctance from Mr. Huang. For Sister Li, this must have been a form of nostalgia, but even more so a wake-up call.
I folded the paper neatly and placed it back on the table. After tidying up my things, I called out to Sister Li. She immediately came out, her eyes red as she said, "Master Liu, thank you. If it weren't for you, this family would have been ruined. How can I repay you? Just tell me how much you need; I'll do my best."
I smiled and replied, "No need to mention it. It's all in the past now. This is also a kind of fate for us and my responsibility; I can't avoid what I should take care of."
Looking up at the clock on the wall, I continued, "It's getting late; I should head back now. We'll discuss the reward tomorrow."
Sister Li nodded and saw me to the door.
Once downstairs, I found my car and couldn't help but curse. My car, just as handsome as me, had its hood and headlights dented from being smashed.
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