Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 286: The Ancestor Gets Angry

Chapter 286: Chapter 286: The Ancestor Gets Angry

Daoist Changmin kept accusing others of being deceivers, never expecting that the true swindler would be himself!

Feeling the shift in the way the people around looked at him, Daoist Changmin suddenly came to his senses and realized he’d let something slip. Just as he was about to defend himself,

a hand landed on his shoulder.

It was only then that he abruptly noticed Jiangli had approached him.

Meeting Jiangli’s eyes filled him with fright, "You... "

"I’ll ask you once more." Jiangli gazed intently at him, but did not bring up what was said before. Instead, he pressed, "Who exactly did you apprentice under, and who is your master?"

"Why... why should I tell you..." Daoist Changmin’s heart raced with fear, instinctively trying to dodge, but for some reason couldn’t fathom Jiangli’s strength.

A small hand seemed to hold the force of thousands of pounds, firmly holding onto his shoulder.

Daoist Changmin gritted his teeth, struggling to break free.

Yet, even when exerting all his might, Jiangli’s hand didn’t budge at all, firmly stuck to his shoulder.

"So, you won’t talk even at death’s door?"

At those words, Jiangli let out a scoff, "Well then, don’t blame me for being rude to the younger generation."

An uneasy premonition washed over Daoist Changmin, and he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Before he could speak, Jiangli’s hand suddenly exerted force.

The next second...

Bang!

Daoist Changmin fell to his knees in front of Jiangli, his kneecaps slamming straight into the ground.

Immediately, two slight depressions appeared on the ground.

At the same time, Daoist Changmin’s screams, resembling those of a slaughtering pig, filled the air.

"Ahhh!!!!"

The people around, upon hearing that sound, shuddered and silently touched their own knees.

As if they could feel their own knees shaking.

Xia Xin was particularly astonished.

This was the first time he’d seen the old ancestor so enraged.

Although the ancestor was occasionally a bit temperamental, she usually didn’t take many things to heart.

It was apparent that this time, Daoist Changmin had truly angered her.

Xia Xin touched his own face, wincing in pain, perhaps due to his own injuries?

He had been sleeping in his room when Lin Yurong suddenly removed his headphones and told him Jiangli was in trouble.

Initially unable to see Lin Yurong, he had been startled, breaking into a cold sweat before realizing that there was a ghost in their Taoist Temple, unlike any other place.

Then he ran out.

Upon arriving, he saw Daoist Changmin raising his hand against Jiangli and without thinking, he lunged forward.

But he forgot that the old ancestor simply did not need his protection.

Xia Xin thought to himself how ridiculous he was.

What did such a formidable ancestor need with his sentimental defense?

He reckoned the ancestor probably even found him an annoyance, let alone taking action on his behalf.

Xia Xin lowered his gaze dejectedly.

Meanwhile, Daoist Changmin’s pig-like screams continued.

"My legs, my legs..." His blood seemed to rush to his cheeks, turning his whole face from red to purple, with all the veins on his face and neck bulging and twisting, vision darkening in waves.

He was on the verge of passing out.

Yet, Jiangli’s grip remained unyieldingly on his shoulder, making the idea of falling over seem harder than ascending to the heavens.

He was forced to kneel there, enduring waves of excruciating pain from his kneecaps.

"Three strikes and you’re out." Jiangli coldly regarded him, "I’m asking you one last time, your apprenticeship lineage—who it’s under. If you don’t tell me now, I won’t just stop at crippling your legs. Young man, make it clear, you are not worth making a fuss in my presence. I can’t be bothered to deal with you myself, so tell me who your master is, and I’ll take the matter up with him."

Daoist Changmin’s vision darkened in bursts, and his legs hurt as if they were no longer his own.

By now he knew full well that Jiangli was not someone he could afford to offend.

If he didn’t speak up now, Jiangli would certainly make good on her promise and further cripple him!