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The old man shook his head and said, "You can forget it. If you weren't a monster, you'd be at most in your twenties. People have been teachers for a lifetime; even if you started practicing in the womb, you wouldn't be as skilled as them."
Ye Mingshang was speechless and smiled bitterly, "Sir, don't you know there are people in this world called geniuses?"
Grandpa looked at him with disdain and replied, "Young man, why don't you understand the importance of humility? Geniuses don’t boast about themselves."
Well, this Grandpa was something else; he was completely unyielding. He didn't believe him when he claimed to be a Taoist, nor did he believe he was a genius. A genius isn't something one can just claim; if everyone says so, what can he do about it?
"Sir, whether I am a monster or a Taoist, you just need to know that I am here to help with the Exorcism. It won't harm you at all."
Grandpa shook his head vigorously like a rattle drum and said, "No way! What if you're trying to harm us Villagers instead? I won't fall for that."
Sigh~ What else could he do? Ye Mingshang had traveled extensively across the country, from big cities to small villages, but he had never encountered someone so stubborn. This was in stark contrast to the respect he usually received, making him consider leaving them to their own devices.
Ye Mingshang shrugged and said, "How about this? Where is your teacher? Once he sees me, he'll know whether I'm a Taoist or a monster."
Only then did the old man nod, but he still didn't let Ye Mingshang enter the village. Instead, he asked him to wait there while he went inside to call someone.
That was all he could do. Ye Mingshang sighed helplessly; what kind of world was this? Was it really so difficult to do something good? He was even asking them for help with their Exorcism! Times had changed; business was hard to come by now.
The old man moved slowly. It took some time for him to go back and forth while gathering information. Ye Mingshang sat in the car bored, playing on his phone and listening to music.
After about twenty minutes, he saw the old man approaching with an even older man. The latter wore an old-style undershirt; his physique was decent, with strong legs and an upright posture. His hair and beard were completely white, even his eyebrows were white. His beard was quite long, around twenty to thirty centimeters, giving him an air of immortality.
Ye Mingshang got out of the car as the elder approached. The old gentleman scrutinized him closely and asked, "Young man, are you from our Taoist Sect?"
Ye Mingshang nodded, "That's right."
"Which faction?" the elder inquired.
"I have no faction and no master; I learned everything on my own."
Ye Mingshang's response made the old man frown. No sect, no master? Are you joking? Do you really think practicing Daoist Arts is that simple? Without a teacher, how can you even begin? How can you understand and cultivate it?
Ye Mingshang shrugged. "I traveled the world in my early years and met many extraordinary people. I learned a lot from them and later improved upon it myself."
Such an answer clearly did not convince the old man. He shot Ye Mingshang a sideways glance and said, "Young man, you can eat whatever you want, but don't speak carelessly. How old are you? Just over twenty, right? At your age, how could you have the time to wander the world? Learning spells from extraordinary people might be somewhat believable, but do you know how many years of accumulation it takes to improve upon them? If you're trying to fool me, at least give it another twenty years." The old man snorted coldly.
Ye Mingshang felt a bit displeased. He thought to himself, I came here to help you out of goodwill, and not only am I unwelcome, but I'm also treated like a monster and doubted repeatedly. What do you take me for? If it weren't for my sense of chivalry, I wouldn't care about your well-being.
"Old man, from what I see of your cultivation level, you're just a Sage," Ye Mingshang said lightly.
This tone made the old man somewhat unhappy. He replied angrily, "Oh~ such big words from a young person. Just a Sage? Do you know how difficult it is to reach this level in Daoist Arts? I have poured my entire life’s effort into being recognized as a Sage. The way you say it makes it sound so easy."
Ye Mingshang was speechless internally. With your level, it must be quite poor; it takes a lifetime to become a Sage. What do you have to be proud of? I was already a top-level Sage at eight!
Ye Mingshang didn't waste any more words with him and took out two Silver Talismans. "Do you recognize these?"
The old man glanced casually at them, but once he saw them, he couldn't look away. He snatched the talismans and was shocked beyond measure, his hands trembling uncontrollably. "This... this is Silver Talismans! The legendary Silver Talismans!"
"Hey! You actually have some knowledge," Ye Mingshang thought to himself.
"Young man, where did you get these talismans?" The old man looked at him with fervor, making Ye Mingshang feel somewhat uncomfortable.
"Do you believe me if I say I drew these talismans?" Ye Mingshang said with half-closed eyes.
The old man glanced at him skeptically. "What do you think? Do you think I would believe that? Do you know how difficult it is to draw Silver Talismans? Not to mention you; I've only seen them once myself. My master and my master's master couldn't draw them either. Only my ancestor left behind a few, and after all these years, they have been used up."
After saying that, he looked excited. "Young man, do you have any more of these talismans? How many do you have? I'll pay for them; I won't take them for free."
Ye Mingshang remained silent and directly pulled out a handful of over ten Silver Talismans.
The old man was so excited that he grabbed the stack of talismans and carefully examined them. His hands trembled as he spoke with quivering voice, "It's real! It's all real! It’s been thirty years; I haven't seen these in thirty years..."
After being excited for a while, the old man suddenly looked up at Ye Mingshang and said excitedly, "Young man, I'm not taking your things for free. I still have quite a bit of savings; I'll give it all to you. Come on, let's go get the money." With that, he grabbed Ye Mingshang and prepared to leave.
Ye Mingshang easily broke free and looked at the old man with a strange expression.
The old man stared back at him, puzzled. "Young man, don't you want to sell? Don't worry, I don't need it all; just give me half, and I'll give you my savings."
Ye Mingshang sighed and said, "These talismans are nothing to me; if you want them, take them."
"Are you serious?" the old man frowned.
"What else would it be?"
He thought the old man would gladly accept, but to his surprise, the old man seemed a bit angry and began to lecture him. "Young man, being so wasteful isn't right. Even if you have a lot, you should know that the more you use these things, the less you have left. You can't waste them like this; otherwise, when you run out and encounter a ghost or monster you can't handle, you'll be the one crying..."
Listening to the old man's incessant nagging made Ye Mingshang feel nauseous. How could he have imagined that the people in this village would be so peculiar? They treated Daoist Arts as sorcery and regarded him as a monster. Even when a Sage appeared, they didn't believe him. He was giving away Silver Talismans for free and still got scolded—what a situation!
Ye Mingshang didn't want to linger any longer. He shook his body and released his powerful magical energy.
The old man was astonished. "This... this is!"
(To be continued.)
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