Rebirth of the Urban Demon Lord

Chapter 6 Even Taoists Go Crazy

Chapter Six: Even Taoists Go Mad

Tea was served quickly, and Zhuo Yang felt as comfortable as if he were at home. He even had a servant bring over a chair so he could drink tea and watch the Taoist priest perform his magic.

Wu Xuan was furious and shouted, "Boy, you still have the mind to drink tea? Be careful you don't have to crawl out of here later, and don't forget to bark like a dog!"

Zhuo Yang looked at him in surprise: "Taoist priest, aren't you in a hurry to treat the young lady? She's about to die!"

Upon hearing this, everyone nearly collapsed in unison. How could you drink tea when someone is about to die?

Dongfang Jiye's face also darkened, and he said in a deep voice, "Master Wuxuan, please take action. My daughter's condition cannot be delayed any longer."

Wu Xuan glanced at Zhuo Yang again, feeling uneasy.

His eyes darted around, and he immediately adopted a superior demeanor: "Mr. Dongfang, before treating Miss, I have to make a request."

Left with no other choice, Dongfang Jiye could only suppress his anxiety and agree. He was willing to do anything to cure his daughter.

Wu Xuan said in a sinister tone, "After healing the young lady, I not only want the ten million, but I also want Mr. Dongfang to help me control this kid and make him crawl from here to the door!"

It's obvious they're determined to destroy Zhuo Yang.

Upon hearing the old Taoist priest's words, Dongfang Jiye frowned, extremely reluctant to agree. Based on his past conduct, he never bullied others, but…

"I promise you!"

"Alright, let's begin, Daoist Master!"

Wu Xuan glanced at Zhuo Yang smugly before slowly walking to the bedside.

The bed was covered with a thick quilt, with only a patch of black hair peeking out from the headboard. It couldn't really be called black hair anymore; it was yellowish, like withered weeds.

Wu Xuan didn't care; many patients would experience hair loss due to bodily damage. But when he lifted the blanket and saw the patient's face, he was immediately terrified and screamed.

Everyone craned their necks to look, and then a collective gasp filled the living room.

"Is that a dead person?"

"No, he's still breathing."

"It looks like a skeleton, it's scary."

"What exactly is the illness?"

Zhuo Yang glanced at it as well, and sighed inwardly, "Poor child, who hates you so much?"

The person whose head, resembling a skull, protruded from the bed was Dongfang Jiye's daughter, Dongfang Ke'er. She was so thin and bony that even her slightly open eyes conveyed confusion and despair.

"This..." Wu Xuan was at a loss, having no confidence at all in curing Dongfang Ke'er.

He glanced around and saw that Zhuo Yang was still calmly drinking tea. He was immediately puzzled: Could this kid have some special skills?

The more I thought about it, the more unbearable it became. The key issue was that I couldn't let go of my pride. If I failed today, how would I maintain my footing in the underworld?

"Master Wuxuan, is there any way?" Dongfang Jiye, leaning on his walking stick, struggled to the bedside, his face growing increasingly anxious.

"Yes, of course!" Wu Xuan looked at Zhuo Yang arrogantly, "If even I, the Daoist, can't cure your young lady, then no one in this world can!"

After saying that, he even provocatively raised his chin at Zhuo Yang.

Unfortunately, Zhuo Yang didn't even look at him, focusing intently on drinking his tea, which seemed to be very delicious.

"Then please, Daoist Master, make your move quickly!" Dongfang Jiye was overjoyed and pleaded repeatedly.

Wu Xuan enjoyed the feeling of being begged by the richest man in Lingzhou, and felt extremely pleased. However, when he saw that Zhuo Yang had no reaction at all, his anger flared up again.

He said in a mysterious tone, "Miss's illness is not simple and cannot be cured easily. I need to make some preparations."

"Butler!" Dongfang Jiye hurriedly said, "Whatever the chief needs, no matter the cost, satisfy him!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Xuan was so excited he almost burst out laughing. He quickly suppressed it and rattled off a long list of what he needed, adding at the end, "I need thirty taels of gold, thirty taels of silver, and thirty catties of the finest jade... for the ritual!"

Everyone gasped in shock. Thirty catties of jade! How could the old Taoist priest have come up with such a thing? He was utterly heartless!

Everyone is here for money, and their methods are all similar. It's easy to understand what's going on once you hear it: just thirty kilograms of jadeite is worth tens of millions.

Dongfang Jiye didn't care about money at all and immediately ordered his steward to make preparations.

In just a few minutes, everything was prepared and placed on the incense table set up by the bedside, as instructed by Wu Xuan.

"The Taoist master is about to begin, all idlers step aside!" Wu Xuan shouted, and with a sweep of his long Taoist robe sleeves, he actually flung out a short-handled whisk from his sleeve, which he then placed on his arm, instantly exuding an air of otherworldly elegance.

The crowd pushed aside as instructed, staring wide-eyed as he performed his act.

Wu Xuan silently chanted incantations and quickly walked around the large bed, occasionally waving his whisk; it was clear from his manner that he was performing a ritual.

Suddenly, he shouted: "Heaven and earth are boundless, the universe borrows its power..."

"puff……"

Upon hearing this, Zhuo Yang spat out a small mouthful of tea.

Wu Xuan froze instantly, glaring fiercely at him.

"It's nothing, don't worry about me." Zhuo Yang quickly wiped his chin. "I was just startled by your magic."

I feel like I've heard this incantation somewhere before, maybe in a movie?

Let's see what he's up to!

Wu Xuan glared at Zhuo Yang again, then shouted the incantation once more. A short while later, he raised his hand and lit a stack of talismans on the incense table. He was about to press the burning talismans down on Dongfang Ke'er's head.

"Wait!" Zhuo Yang shouted, then his figure flashed, and the talisman was sent flying, scattering all over the sky.

"Hey, how dare you interrupt my spellcasting?" Wu Xuan was furious. He swept his whisk, creating a piercing sound of wind breaking.

The whisk appears to be made of special materials; if it hits someone, it would probably tear their skin apart.

Zhuo Yang snorted heavily and swung his hand to strike.

With a crisp "snap," a figure flew out, crashed to the ground, and rolled several times before disappearing.

The onlookers, all "experts and extraordinary individuals," were dumbfounded.

Shouldn't the one who flew out be that kid?

But why was it Wu Xuan who was sent flying?

It should be noted that Wu Xuan has a great reputation in the martial arts world. In a certain county under the jurisdiction of Lingzhou City, he is a legendary demigod, and his bare hands can split stone tablets and crack rocks, so his kung fu is also very powerful.

Everyone looked at Zhuo Yang's figure again and took a step back in unison.

Only then did they realize that this seemingly young guy was probably a real expert, definitely not someone trying to scam them.

But then again, would a true master be interested in ten million? Would they be wasting their time?

As everyone wondered what was happening, Wu Xuan stood up. He had a clear handprint on his face and looked extremely angry.

"You dare to ambush me?"

Whether it was a sneak attack or not, everyone knows what really happened.

Zhuo Yang said indifferently, "I can't be bothered to watch you mess around anymore. If you hurt my patient, you won't be able to pay for it with your life!"

"Wow ah ah..."

Wu Xuan shouted angrily, "Mr. Dongfang, don't blame me for being a bad guest. Today I'm going to lose my temper!"

A wisp of black smoke suddenly rose from his body, slowly forming a blurry shadow that drifted behind him...