Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 297: The Ancestor’s Confusion

Chapter 297: Chapter 297: The Ancestor’s Confusion

Just as the horsetail whisk in the hands of the Daoist from Ding Mountain was about to hit Jiangli’s face, everyone thought this time the Daoist would succeed.

However, the next second...

Jiangli’s figure, along with the chair, vanished in a flash from the spot.

The Daoist from Ding Mountain’s horsetail whisk swung through empty air.

Due to inertia, he couldn’t stop in time and with a fierce lurch forward, he tumbled to the ground in an awkward heap.

Instantly falling face-first as if biting the dust.

The Daoist from Ding Mountain, being old in age, lay on the ground, struggling to get up for quite some time.

At this moment, Jiangli reappeared three steps away, still seated.

Looking at the Daoist from Ding Mountain sprawled on the ground unable to rise, Jiangli extended a finger, "You have one more move left."

"You heartless, vile girl, I must beat you to death today!"

The Daoist from Ding Mountain’s senior disciple, witnessing this scene, could no longer bear it. He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes blazing with fury, and threw a heavy punch at Jiangli’s face.

With a light snort, Jiangli moved the tip of her foot slightly, shifting the chair half an inch.

Dodging the man’s fist.

At the same time, she lifted her right foot and placed it directly on the man’s knee.

With a thud...

The man knelt on the ground, screaming in pain.

The next second, he fell to the ground, clutching his head and crying for his parents.

"Overestimating oneself."

Jiangli glanced at him dismissively and turned to the Daoist from Ding Mountain, "Now that the three moves are over, it’s my turn to act."

The Daoist from Ding Mountain still hadn’t gotten up, completely powerless to resist.

He looked fearfully towards Jiangli, knowing his end was near, and involuntarily closed his eyes—

But the next second, a gust of wind brushed past Jiangli’s ear.

She frowned in annoyance, saying, "So annoying, could you have picked a worse time to show up?"

"Ancestor, please wait—"

Before Jiangli could finish, a pleading old voice came through the wind.

Jiangli, annoyed, picked at her ear and said, "Fine, all the others, get out."

The Pilgrims watching intently around them took a while to realize they were the "others" Jiangli was referring to.

Caught off guard, engrossed in the excitement, they naturally did not wish to leave.

The folks from Qingyun Temple also came to a realization, having lost face in front of many Pilgrims.

They also didn’t want to continue being the subject of ridicule and promptly ushered all the Pilgrims away.

Finally, the area was cleared.

Jiangli flicked the dust from her fingertips, "Come out."

The people of Qingyun Temple and Xia Xin suddenly felt a breeze sweep through the air.

The next second, the courtyard of Qingyun Temple had three more figures in it.

Upon closer inspection, one of them was none other than Cui, the Judge, from the illustrated book.

The other two also seemed familiar to the people of Qingyun Temple.

However, they could not recognize them.

The Daoist from Ding Mountain widened his eyes and recognized one of them. He exclaimed in shock, "Master... Master, is that you?"

Referred to as "Master," the old man glared back at him, "Stop calling me Master. I don’t have a disciple like you. Look what you have done!"

The Daoist from Ding Mountain: "..."

He couldn’t feel more wronged.

Only then did the people of Qingyun Temple recognize that this old man was none other than their grandmaster.

Cui, the Judge, had brought ’people’ and directly materialized before everyone.

By then, whether one had the Heavenly Eye or not, they could see them all.

Xia Xin standing beside Jiangli was no exception.

"Abbot, your requested persons have been brought by Cui," said Cui, the Judge, with a chuckle as he saw Jiangli, completing his task.

The people from Qingyun Temple were astonished by the way Cui, the Judge, treated Jiangli.

What on earth was happening here?

Before Cui, the Judge, could finish, the two figures beside him approached and hastily paid their respects to Jiangli.

One of the older figures immediately dropped to his knees in front of Jiangli, crying his eyes out.

"Ancestor, I never thought I would see you again. I’ve missed you so much... It’s all because my unworthy disciple has angered the ancestor, all because of my poor teaching..."

While he lamented, he thumped his chest and stamped his feet, displaying raw emotion.

Jiangli looked at him for a moment and tilted her head, asking, "You, who are you?"

The old man’s crying hitched as he beat his chest even more, "Ancestor, it’s me, little Er, don’t you recognize me? I’m Fu’er!"