Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 300: The Contended Ancestor

Chapter 300: Chapter 300: The Contended Ancestor

When everyone heard this, they still found it somewhat hard to accept.

Being secluded in the temple for a whole year would have too great an impact on them...

But as things had progressed to this stage, no one dared to object; they could only channel all their pent-up anger toward Daoist Changmin.

They glared at Daoist Changmin with uncontrollable rage, as if they wished they could tear him limb from limb.

Having caused such a stir, Jiangli, along with Xia Xin and Fu’er, had already slipped their minds.

Meanwhile, as Jiangli and others were on their way back to Jiaoyang Temple, in the airport of F City.

"Wenzhe, hurry up!"

Yao Xuanhang, carrying his backpack, had just emerged from the airport corridor and was walking briskly forward in excitement.

Seeing Cui Wenzhe trailing behind at a leisurely pace, he frowned in irritation, reached out to grab Cui Wenzhe’s arm, and yanked it hard to pull him closer, urging him to move faster.

Dark circles were evident under Cui Wenzhe’s eyes, and his complexion was somewhat pale, clearly indicating a restless night.

Seeing him in such a rush, Cui Wenzhe said helplessly, "Xuanhang, we’ve already arrived in F City, is there any need to be this anxious? Just take it slow, Jiaoyang Temple isn’t going anywhere; it’s not going to run off, why the hurry?"

While speaking, Cui Wenzhe couldn’t resist the urge to yawn hugely.

He was really too sleepy to function.

Last night, after they had barely made it out of the Ghost Wall and returned to the urban area to find a temporary place to stay, it was already past midnight.

After checking into the hotel, Yao Xuanhang was too afraid to sleep, mumbling that someone might come to hurt him.

With Yao Xuanhang making such a fuss, Cui Wenzhe was unable to sleep either and had to sit with him in the hotel until dawn.

If he had known he would be up until dawn, he might as well have gone directly to the airport to wait for the morning.

Cui Wenzhe felt both exhausted and helpless.

That morning, Yao Xuanhang was even more unreasonable. At five o’clock, just as dawn was breaking, he dragged Cui Wenzhe to the airport to catch the seven a.m. flight, taking a two-hour flight to F City.

But that was not all.

He didn’t even let him rest on the way.

The moment they got off the plane, Yao Xuanhang was as frantic as a rabbit, hustling ahead.

Cui Wenzhe was truly at his wit’s end.

"We need to be even more anxious now that we’ve arrived here! Only by settling this matter quickly can I be at ease," Yao Xuanhang said as he tugged him along, justifying himself, "You know I didn’t sleep last night! Someone is out to get me, so of course, I want to resolve this as soon as possible!"

Cui Wenzhe laughed dryly.

"As if I had any sleep!"

Yao Xuanhang guiltily turned his head away. "Anyway, we’re here now; it’s the same if we go over now!"

With a sigh of resignation, Cui Wenzhe gave in to Yao Xuanhang’s persistence. He had no choice but to accompany him hastily out of the airport, hail a cab, and rush towards Jiaoyang Temple.

...

Meanwhile, Jiangli had returned to Jiaoyang Temple ahead of the others.

Xia Xin closely followed Jiangli, tugging at his sleeve and creating a distance between themselves and Fu’er.

Jiangli did not understand his behavior. "What are you doing?"

Xia Xin gripped Jiangli’s sleeve and stealthily glanced back at Fu’er.

At this moment, he actually couldn’t see Fu’er.

His Heavenly Eye had long since stopped functioning.

It was only because Fu’er and Judge Cui and others had made themselves visible in front of everyone at Qingyun Temple that he had been able to see them.

Ever since they left Qingyun Temple, he hadn’t been able to see Fu’er.

But he always had the feeling that Fu’er was sticking close to Jiangli, within an arm’s reach.

Moreover, he had the impression that Fu’er bore ill will.

He feared that Fu’er was there to compete for his ancestral spirit.

"Ancestral Spirit, this is a Taoist temple, isn’t it bad to bring a ghost in?" Xia Xin glanced at the empty space, pulling Jiangli along into Jiaoyang Temple while murmuring softly.

He wanted Jiangli to send Fu’er away.

Jiangli had not yet spoken.

Xia Xin suddenly felt a chilling sensation by his ear.

The next moment, someone pinched his ear.

"Little child, it’s not nice to speak ill of your elders in front of them, is it?"