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Chapter 541: The Wicked Have Their Own Tormentors (1)

"Old Li, how dare you be so reckless in front of the main hall of the Celestial Sword Sect!"

Jiang Yuan stood on the Clear Wind Sword, his mind controlling the Bright Moon Sword to flick Old Li by the back of his neck and toss him aside.

"Immortal Child, save me!" Zheng Lang looked up and saw that the one who came was indeed the small teacher who had taught him the Paperman and Paper Horse Skill, and felt a warm bit of grievance rise in his heart.

He immediately, with a pout of his white beard, indignantly complained: "Look and judge for yourself, this scoundrel actually denies the magic you passed on, claiming I’m not a cultivator..."

"Of course you are not a cultivator." Jiang Yuan coldly huffed without holding back: "The day I taught you the Paperman and Paper Horse Skill, how did I instruct you?

I told you to always remember that magic should be used to do good deeds and accumulate virtue, only then can you offset the Yin Virtue consumed by the paper creation. You absolutely must not do bad deeds, lest harming others ultimately harms oneself. Since you obtained the magic, how have you used it?"

The admonishment made the guilty Zheng Lang’s face slightly pale. He stammered and defended, "I...I used the paper creations to fight demon beasts and save the people, establishing the Spirit God Sect..."

"Hmm, after you became the sect leader you indulged in amassing wealth, deceiving believers, and oppressing the people, even forcibly taking peasant women as concubines! Zheng Lang, as the saying goes, good and evil will be repaid, the Heavenly Dao is just. Your Yin Virtue has been depleted too much, hurting your spirituality. After death, await the Eighteen Layers of Hell."

"I, I... Immortal Child, save me! Considering the times I helped, please save me!" Only upon hearing his deeds being bluntly exposed by the other did Zheng Lang recall his reckless behavior over the month, regretting it intensely, and he knelt down to kowtow fervently regardless of anything else.

Fang Shouye heard everything clearly, his mind buzzing.

Looking at Mr. Jiang, gentle as warm jade, he suddenly felt the other was incredibly mysterious!

He could actually teach the Paperman and Paper Horse Skill?

Yet those proficient in this skill are all people who deal with the Netherworld daily, detesting Yang Energy and full of heavy Yin Energy. Not only did Mr. Jiang possess no Yin Fiend energy, he even knew Alchemy!

Isn’t this a blatant contradiction?

Yet the truth was right in front of him, and Fang Shouye racked his brains without understanding it, having to conclude that the other was mysterious and unfathomable, likely having some extraordinary qualities.

"Serves him right!" Old Li, having been thrown out, felt pain, and also calmed down, suddenly feeling very pleased hearing the small teacher’s words, laughing heartily: "Old traitor, you have your day too!"

He quickly ran two steps forward to kneel by Jiang Yuan’s side, urgently saying: "Immortal Child, I brought the divine bird for you, it yearns to recognize you as its master and follow you in cultivation. Please, with your great compassion and mercy, accept us!

Though I’m not as clever as the divine bird, but I’m not greedy. As long as I can learn one or two magic spells, I’ll be satisfied! I’m willing to serve you, wash your feet, be your humble servant, I beseech you, Immortal Child!"

Old Li thought very simply, that was a divine bird that could breathe fire! Surely, the small teacher would like it!

As long as he accepts the divine bird, how could he refuse the person who went through the trouble of bringing it from afar? Wouldn’t he benefit then? Even if he can’t immediately gain prominence now, following and doing grunt work, in time he would surely learn the skills for immortal cultivation?

"You have no spiritual root and cannot cultivate." Jiang Yuan straightforwardly refused: "Moreover, the little divine bird already has a master and its own duties. It can sense demon beasts and give early warnings, saving many mortal lives at crucial moments. For your own selfish reasons, bringing it away, how would you ensure the safety of the people of East Lake Port?

Furthermore, with the example of Zheng Lang before us, a mortal without a spiritual root, upon gaining extraordinary means, often finds it hard to control his own heart, driven by desire to commit sins, ultimately gaining nothing. It’s better for you to take the little bird back, perform more good deeds and accumulate virtue, plant the seeds of good causes, and perhaps get the karmic reward of stepping into the cultivation path in the future."

He casually drew a big pie to persuade the other to goodness, whether he listened or not was Old Li’s own matter.

"Sect Leader Fang, the Paperman and Paper Horse Skill Zheng Lang learned was personally taught by me, verifying that he learned no cultivation technique, merely possessing a minor trick of a mortal.

Old Li, even more so, entered the sect gate relying on a demon beast that’s learned some small skills. Could I trouble you to dispatch two disciples to send both of them along with the little bird out of here?"

"Since they are not of the same path, this is how it should be." Fang Shouye secretly let out a sigh of relief, having understood the other’s implicit meaning—these two were both troublemakers who happened to hold a grudge. Quickly send two people to ensure they are sent out honestly, after leaving the Celestial Sword Sect’s territory, no matter what conflicts they have, it will be their own business and unrelated to others!

Outside the mountain gate, it was bustling, but no one could cross that seemingly ordinary array, those separated were either shamans or the admired ’living immortals’, all exposed for who they truly were at this moment.

Seeing their devoutly worshipped ’Superior Immortal’ unable to get past the gate, many believers realized they were deceived, angrily demanding the fraud return their money.

As the crowd’s clamor reached its peak, suddenly radiant lights flashed, a disciple clad in Celestial Sword Sect attire and bearing a long sword walked out from the array, instantly exciting those present hoping for a chance at a celestial fate.

"Sect grounds, mortals should not disturb." Two disciples swung their long swords, and even the faintest wisp of sword energy was enough to keep the mortals at bay, then they said to the dawdling and reluctant to leave Zheng Lang and Old Li: "You two, if not of the same PATH, no amount of delay can keep you at the Celestial Sword Sect. Best leave while it’s still daylight to descend the mountain."

Zheng Lang still wanted a chance to get rid of Old Li, reluctantly inching towards the mountain gate, reaching into his pocket to grasp the paper crane, poised to ride it down the mountain as soon as he exits the gate amidst the ensuing chaos!

Old Li had long anticipated this scoundrel would escape at any time, giving the little bird a look, "It’s all this old thing’s fault that we couldn’t seek the Immortal Child, don’t let him escape later!"

The little bird thought, clearly, the small teacher refused to accept it as master because it already had one and had alert duties. What did it have to do with Old Zheng?

But it did agree that not letting Old Zheng escape was right, after all, he owed Old Li a promise that hadn’t been fulfilled. Helping to keep him grounded so Old Li could get justice was fair and proper, a good deed accumulating virtue.

Previously riding impressively on the paper crane, the old man being sent away was a rare spectacle indeed! The crowd refusing to disperse stretched their necks to relish the scene.

"What did the Immortal Child say? Not of the same path? Does that mean this old guy isn’t a cultivator?"

"Golly! The requirements of the Immortal Sect are too high! Can’t even attend the banquet with such skills to fly on a paper bird?"

"Hah! Must be a con trick. In our village, there’s a grandparent and grandchild duo who could fly to steal the Immortal Peach with a single rope, yet haven’t seen them conjure up Gold, just traveling performers earning some coins? In the end, what’s false can’t be true!"

"Tsk tsk tsk! How embarrassing, what kind of sect leader was he? Wonder if his followers regret it after seeing this..."

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Amidst the pointing and talking, Zheng Lang’s face was flushed red as he made his way out of the mountain gate, pushing through the crowd, thinking it best to strike first.

However, Old Li was already prepared. As he took out the paper crane and blew on it, transforming it into a large paper crane ready to flap its wings and fly, the little bird opened its small beak.

"Whoosh!"

The flame it spat out instantly ignited the paper crane, already low on spiritual power, reducing it to ashes in no time.

"My crane!" Zheng Lang saw the scene and was heartbroken to death, scrambling on the ground to grasp at the paper ashes.

This was the last paper crane made by the small teacher, without it, how would he fly, escape, or deceive the believers?