The 18th Generation Sect Leader

My master ascended.

He left me, Jiang Yin – the 18th generation sect leader of Qingfeng Temple – a dilapidated Daoist temple with barely anything left, along with 300 yuan in savings and the privilege of “breathing in the air of heaven and earth, wind blowing from all sides.” On my very first day down the mountain, my desperate quest for income was halted by Sister Wang, a job market agent.

“Little sister,” Sister Wang examined me, her eyes gleaming as if she’d found a treasure, “I see your bones are extraordinary, your glabella is glowing, your body is robust. It would be a waste not to be a nanny!”

“Hey, what nonsense are you spewing? If my bones aren’t human, are they from a demon?” I sneered, but my heart had already been won over by the scent of money. I quickly calculated my price. “I am the true disciple of a Heavenly Master. The monthly salary must be 100,000 yuan, with room and board.”

“Wow! Such a good deal exists?” I immediately grabbed her hand, my attitude turning sincerely humble. “Sister, I feel like I was born to be a nanny! When can I start?”

That very evening, I was placed in the Xia family – the most prominent wealthy family in City A. But the moment I pushed open the door of the luxurious yet desolate villa, the thick stench of Yin energy and blood rushed out, nearly making me vomit. Nine times out of ten, this family of five wouldn’t survive much longer. Clutching my remaining 300 yuan, after three seconds of deep thought, I made a decision that violated my ancestral teachings: Anyone who dares to harm my Sugar Daddy, I will make their soul scatter!

I met Butler Zhang, a man in his 50s with a sallow complexion and sunken eyes, looking severely drained of vital energy. My job: to take care of the Eldest Young Master. In the living room, I quickly observed the patriarch Xia Hongjun, the madam Shen Siyue, the Second Young Master Xia Dingsen, and the sweet-looking youngest daughter Xia Dingzhi. All four were covered by a thick layer of black energy on their glabella. Xia Dingsen and Xia Dingzhi, in particular, had a faint bloody glow within the black energy—a sign that the whole family was about to be wiped out. I noticed that when Butler Zhang said I could “suppress” the evil, Xia Dingzhi’s hand, holding a teacup, trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Interesting.

Butler Zhang led me upstairs. The Eldest Young Master Xia Dingshen’s room was at the end of the corridor, chilly and gloomy.

As soon as the door cracked open, the strong smell of a corpse and resentment filled the air. I had to silently chant “100,000 yuan salary” three times to endure it.

Eldest Young Master Xia Dingshen lay on the bed, handsome but utterly lifeless. He wasn’t in a vegetative state. I knew instantly: a Soul-Locking Needle – an extremely vicious evil technique used to seal his soul in his body – was stuck in his Tianling point. Next to his bed was a black wooden doll, its features resembling his by seven parts, used to nourish a minor demon.

He was awake, his eyes empty and despairing. A tear rolling down his cheek softened my mercenary heart. “Don’t worry,” I leaned down and whispered. “I’ll take this job. But,” I held up two fingers, “I am a Daoist, and I value karma. Saving you is your karma, but the payment is mine. 100,000 is not enough. You need to add more money.”

Leaving the room, I ran into Xia Dingzhi. She smiled sweetly, feigning fear while patting her chest, asking me to clean the storage room in the backyard, which was rumored to be “unclean, with ghosts.”

“Ghosts?” I smirked. “Dealing with unclean things is what I’m best at.”

Xia Dingzhi’s smile froze. I took the key and went straight to the storage room. The door slammed shut behind me, plunging the room into darkness.

“Hehehehe!” A strange, piercing laugh erupted. A small black shadow, the figure of a swollen, bloody-eyed child, darted towards me. It was a minor demon forced to stay here.

“Had enough?”

The little demon was beaten until its soul was nearly scattered.

“Enough! Great Master, spare me, spare me!”

It pointed to the corner, where I found a loose floor tile. Beneath it was a bizarre talisman drawn with cinnabar and a handful of yellow dirt wrapped in human hair – a Ground-Sealing Array. This Xia Dingzhi girl had used this array to bind the minor demon, feeding it with her brother’s belongings to guard the eye of the array. And this was just the tip of a much larger, deadly Feng Shui Killing Array.

I sent the minor demon off with a Rebirth Talisman. Returning to the living room, I calmly told Xia Dingzhi that I had cleaned everything, only encountering “a rat bigger than a cat” and crushing it to death. Her face turned all shades of color, knowing her little demon was gone.

Two days later, I saw Xia Dingsen heading out. His glabella was dark, blood-light covering his crown – an imminent bloody disaster. “I advise you to stay home today, and especially not to touch any metal objects.”

“Stop with your deceitful sorcery!” he scoffed contemptuously.

I sighed and reluctantly followed him. What if I lost my 100,000 yuan meal ticket?

At the high-end gym, while Xia Dingsen was bench-pressing a few hundred kilograms, a terrifying sound of metal snapping rang out. The weight rack suddenly broke, and the barbell plummeted toward his neck and chest.

“Damn it!” I cursed under my breath and darted forward. Before anyone could react, I kicked straight into the middle of the barbell.

Boom! The several hundred-kilogram barbell and weights were sent flying by my kick, smashing directly into the opposite wall, leaving a huge crater. The entire room fell silent.

“I told you, you have a blood-light disaster today. Do you believe me now?” I looked down at the panting Xia Dingsen.

Back at the villa, the family doctor was treating the cut on his calf. Just then, Xia Dingzhi brought over a bowl of black ointment, feigning anxiety, a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

“Stop!” I spoke coldly, smelling a faint corpse odor in the ointment. “You want to cripple his leg, don’t you?”

Xia Dingsen was furious: “Jiang Yin, don’t go too far! Dingzhi is my sister, how could she harm me?”

“Sister?” I sneered. “Ask her if the ointment is mixed with corpse oil and bone-eating powder!”

Xia Dingzhi’s face went white. I didn’t bother arguing, instead quickly tapping an acupoint on Xia Dingsen’s chest, freezing him in place. I snatched the bowl of ointment and tossed it into the trash. Then, I pulled out a bottle of mineral water with a pale yellow liquid inside.

“It’s fine,” I smiled gently, “it’s just children’s urine mixed with a Talisman Potion.” Ignoring his enraged eyes, I poured the yellow liquid directly onto his bleeding wound.

“Aargh! Stop it, you’re crazy!” Xia Dingsen screamed.

Just as Xia Hongjun and Shen Siyue rushed in, I pointed to the wound turning purplish-black from the evil Qi of the ointment. “If you kick me out now, his leg will be crippled in less than three days. You want me to treat it?” I rubbed my fingers. “You need to add more money. One million.”

Xia Hongjun trembled with rage but had no choice. I wasted no time, pulling out my silver needles, accurately inserting them into his pressure points, using my internal energy to force the black toxic Qi out. Threads of black energy oozed from the wound, the air thick with a腥 smell.

Buzz! The lights flickered. A chilling, malevolent Qi flooded the room, heading straight for Xia Dingsen. Xia Dingzhi had activated the hidden Feng Shui Killing Array!

Faster than a flash, I pulled out three silver needles and shot them straight into the half-human-sized jade statue in the southeast corner of the living room. Crack! The multimillion-dollar jade immediately shattered. The murderous Qi instantly dissipated.

“This house won’t last much longer,” I said coldly. “This is not a wealth-gathering formation, but a Seven-Kill Soul-Locking Feng Shui Array. That jade was one of the array eyes!”

Xia Hongjun’s face changed. Shen Siyue held her head, trembling: “I believe her. For half a month, I’ve had nightmares… dreaming of our long-lost daughter, Xiao Guo, covered in blood, calling ‘Mommy’.”

“Her name is Xiao Guo, and your name is Xia Dingzhi,” I cut off the suddenly pale Xia Dingzhi. “I know your daughter died a long time ago. I know this person,” I pointed at Xia Dingzhi, “is fundamentally not your daughter but an imposter. And I also know that your and your husband’s bloody disaster will happen tonight.”

I sat down on the sofa, closing my eyes. “I will keep watch here tonight. If you want to live, do not go back to your bedrooms.”

At exactly midnight, all the lights went out. The smell of sulfur and burning came from the master bedroom upstairs. Fire! I threw a stack of yellow talismans into the air, summoning water. The talismans turned into water dragons, extinguishing the fire.

At that moment, a black shadow broke the second-floor window and jumped out. It was the Great Master Hong Xia Hongjun had hired! I chased after him, knocking his talismans away with a punch, and then used a rock infused with internal Qi to hit his knee.

A few minutes later, I dragged the half-dead Great Master Hong and dropped him in the middle of the living room.

I looked at Xia Dingzhi, who was passed out in the corner. “Do you want me to use a needle on your Renzhong point to wake you up, or wake up yourself?” I dangled a silver needle in front of her eyes.

Xia Dingzhi’s eyes snapped open, no longer weak, only filled with resentment.

I stepped on Great Master Hong’s hand. “Who ordered you to set up the Seven-Kill Soul-Locking Array? Who ordered you to set the fire?”

Great Master Hong, terrified, pointed directly at Xia Dingzhi: “It’s her! She’s not the Xia family’s daughter. She’s my senior disciple, a member of the Black Lotus Cult! She got that array from the Cult to drain the Xia family’s luck!”

Xia Dingzhi completely tore off her mask, laughing hysterically. “So what if it’s true? I’ve been playing with you fools for so many years!” She pulled out a black bead and threw it to the ground. Boom! A thick cloud of black smoke immediately enveloped the living room.

When the smoke cleared, Xia Dingzhi was gone. “This is bad! Where did she go?” Xia Dingsen exclaimed nervously.

“His older brother’s room!”

I kicked open Xia Dingshen’s door. The sight before us made Shen Siyue scream. Xia Dingzhi stood by the bed, holding a black dagger, letting her fresh blood drip onto Xia Dingshen’s forehead. Above his body floated a weak soul of a young girl – the real Xia family heiress, Xia Guo. Countless black threads of evil Qi were drawing out of Xia Guo’s spirit body, connecting to Xia Dingzhi. She was forcibly draining Xia Dingshen’s vitality while intending to devour Xia Guo’s remaining soul.

“Too late!” Xia Dingzhi laughed madly. “Once I drain him and devour this little girl, all of you will die!”

“You killed her and still want to steal her soul? You won’t even let the dead rest?” Rage boiled in me as I looked at Xia Guo’s struggling spirit. I pulled out a Three Pure Ones bell and shook it fiercely. Ding! The pure sound of the bell, sharp as a sword, instantly severed all the black threads. Xia Dingzhi spat out a mouthful of black blood from the backlash. The bell’s resounding purity cleansed the evil Qi, and Xia Guo’s spirit stopped fading.

I immediately guided Xia Guo’s spirit into a Soul-Nourishing Wooden Tablet, handing it to Shen Siyue. “Hold this tight. If you want her to rest in peace, shut your mouth for now.”

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