Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 757: The Ancestor Throws Cold Water

Chapter 757: Chapter 757: The Ancestor Throws Cold Water

Xia Xin and Master Wu and the others stared intently at everything that was happening.

Just as a drop of blood emerged, Jiangli slightly twisted the needle tip, and the next second, the drop of blood suddenly turned black.

Others couldn’t see, but Xia Xin and Master Wu saw a wisp of Yin Energy rapidly burrowing out from Jiang Yongnian’s philtrum.

Following the bloodstream, it lingered on the silver needle.

Jiangli’s fingertips moved slightly, as if twisting the Yin Energy.

Waiting for that drop of blood to completely revert to its original red color.

Jiangli grabbed the needle tip and tossed it to the side.

The needle tip instantly pierced through the Purification Talisman on the bed and, with the talisman, whooshed into the nearby wall.

Jiang Yongxin and He Xiumei stood by the side, feeling a gust of wind passing over their faces, blowing past their ears at high speed.

Both of them were stunned for a moment.

Turning their heads slowly, Jiang Yongxin and He Xiumei then saw the needle had embedded itself into the wall, leaving only a tiny point visible.

Even without any superstitious beliefs...

The skill required to drive the needle into the wall was incredible enough.

Jiang Yongxin and He Xiumei couldn’t react for quite some time.

Jiangli glanced at Jiang Yongnian, pulled out a handkerchief and leisurely wiped his fingers.

At that moment, Jiang Yongnian’s body suddenly moved.

"Cough cough cough—" A series of frantic coughs suddenly erupted.

Jiang Yongxin and He Xiumei immediately ran to the bedside.

"Yongnian, Yongnian, have you awakened?"

He Xiumei trembled as she stood by the bed, grasping Jiang Yongnian’s hand, nearly bursting into tears.

Master Wu watched this scene, paused for a moment, his face ashened, silently clenching his hands.

Only then did he believe that he truly was no match for Jiangli.

He had tried for so long, yet was counter-injured by the Yin Energy and failed to awaken Jiang Yongnian.

Jiangli seemed to do nothing, just moved a needle, and Jiang Yongnian awakened.

The disparity was too great...

Master Wu had previously heard that in the Xuanmen profession, talent was everything. Some people with great talent could comprehend and make breakthroughs in their cultivation even in their sleep.

While those with lesser talent might work hard for a hundred years and still not match the progress of others in one year.

"Mom, I... What happened to me?" As Jiang Yongnian awoke, he saw Jiang Yongxin and He Xiumei, still somewhat dazed, as if he had forgotten everything that had happened before.

Tears fell one by one from He Xiumei’s eyes, "You’re still asking? You nearly scared me to death, you damn boy! How did you suddenly get hit by a coffin?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yongnian froze for a moment, his pupils dilated, his eyes filled with fear.

"The coffin... it’s trying to kill me, he’s trying to kill me! Mom, Dad wants to kill me!"

Jiang Yongnian clenched He Xiumei’s hand fiercely, struggling to get up from the bed and stumbled as if to run out.

As if staying here even a second longer would mean his death.

He looked around fearfully, as if the very air around him were full of ferocious beasts.

"Yongnian, you’re confused!" He Xiumei grasped his hand, quickly comforting, "Your dad has already passed away, he would never hurt us, he wouldn’t want to harm you! Yongnian, calm down, we’ve invited a true master here, it was the master who helped you wake up! Don’t be afraid, let the master help and everything will be resolved!"

He Xiumei continued to soothe Jiang Yongnian’s emotions.

The speaker meant nothing by it, but the listener took it to heart.

It was just a casual remark.

But Master Wu felt as though her words were a slap to his face.

Yet he couldn’t utter a word of defense.

Upon hearing He Xiumei’s words, Jiang Yongnian gradually calmed down, still panicked, "Really? Which one is the master, can the master really save me?"

He Xiumei nodded affirmatively, holding Jiang Yongnian’s hand tightly, "Definitely, Yongnian, we will certainly be alright!"

"That’s not necessarily the case."