Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 867: What’s the Commotion

Chapter 867: Chapter 867: What’s the Commotion

Jiangli and Fu Shiyan’s conversation came to a halt at dusk. At this moment, she took out some paper and pen, and was drawing talismans.

Upon hearing Fu’er’s words, Jiangli didn’t even lift her head, her strokes like a divine intervention, "Isn’t it normal for something to happen?"

Fu’er’s eyes widened, almost popping out, "What... do you mean? Ancestor, did you foresee Xia Xin would run into trouble this time?"

Jiangli casually hummed in agreement.

Fu’er immediately became anxious, "You knew and still let him go out there? It’s too dangerous!"

Upon hearing this, Jiangli finally stopped writing, glanced at him and said, "Such things, he has to face them himself. Experiencing more will lead to his growth. You and I can’t protect him for a lifetime. These little troubles, let him handle them himself. Suffering a bit is not a bad thing for him."

Fu’er was genuinely worried about that dummy Xia Xin running into trouble.

But Jiangli’s words, ’You and I can’t protect him for a lifetime,’ stifled Fu’er’s worries.

That’s true.

Though they seem to protect Xia Xin inch by inch now, it’s not actually good for Xia Xin.

Some sufferings, Xia Xin has to go through himself to truly understand.

Fu’er looked outside for a moment, understanding the logic but still couldn’t help sighing.

Jiangli heard the noise, clicked her tongue, and with a hint of a smile, said, "You didn’t seem to like Xia Xin before. Why are you so worried now? Are you no longer disdainful of Xia Xin?"

Fu’er laughed awkwardly, "How could I truly disdain him? After all, he’s considered my descendant. I surely don’t want anything serious to happen to him."

"Don’t worry," Jiangli offered him some reassurance, "He won’t die."

Fu’er: "..."

Alright then.

If that counts as reassurance.

Just as Jiangli said, today was only a minor ordeal for Xia Xin.

At eight thirty in the evening, Xia Xin returned.

When he returned, his right hand was wrapped in gauze, looking like a hoof, and his left hand had several band-aids.

Upon seeing his state, Fu’er immediately asked, "How did you get hurt?"

Jiangli had just placed the finished talismans in the drawer. Hearing this, she looked up and glanced at Xia Xin’s hands.

"Minor injuries, nothing serious."

Xia Xin, hearing this, scratched his head awkwardly, "Yes, just minor injuries. Mainly, I... I’m too clumsy. Didn’t expect to hurt myself. Don’t worry, it’s just some minor cuts, nothing serious."

Fu’er looked at his hands and sighed, "Take it as a lesson learned. Next time you encounter such a situation, you’ll know what to do and how to avoid hurting yourself."

Xia Xin nodded, his eyes slyly watching Jiangli.

On the way back, he had figured it out. Jiangli deliberately let him perform the ritual himself and even gave him a Suppressing Evil Talisman. It was to let him accumulate real-world experience and to train him.

And the Suppressing Evil Talisman was a safety measure to prevent any real life-threatening danger.

The ancestor had thought of everything.

Thinking of this, Xia Xin suddenly bowed to Jiangli, "Thank you, Ancestor."

Jiangli raised an eyebrow, "Why are you thanking me? I threw you into a den of tigers and wolves, and you still thank me?"

Xia Xin grinned, foolishly, "Ancestor did it for my own good. I understand."

Jiangli snorted lightly, "How was it, Wen Mao causing trouble?"

Hearing this, Xia Xin put away his smile and replied seriously, "Yes, it was Wen Mao. I didn’t expect Wen Mao would dare to come out and cause trouble."

Xia Xin told Jiangli and Fu’er about Wen Mao wreaking havoc in the funeral home.

Upon hearing this, Fu’er rolled his eyes secretly, "Wen Mao really doesn’t want to live anymore, causing trouble when he has his own problems."