Qi is easy to pass on

Chapter 18

With a roar, Yin Chongmo cried out, "No!" Old Man Leshui's outstretched hands tightened, pulling Yin Chongmo close to him. Suddenly, Yin Chongmo's body began to tremble violently as if electrocuted, and thick white smoke billowed from his head. With Yin Chongmo's last feeble struggle, a blinding light blocked Zhou Qiang and Xie Qifeng's vision. All they saw was Old Man Leshui's corpse lying peacefully on the ground. Zhou Qiang sighed and leaned against the wall, saying to Xie Qifeng beside him, "It's all over." Xie Qifeng, having regained some strength, looked at Old Man Leshui's corpse and said, "Senior brother, I finally understand why Yin Chongmo was so afraid of Master Kuxing. Because Master Kuxing doesn't care about life. Hehe." He then turned to Zhou Qiang beside him.

Zhou Qiang remained silent with his eyes closed. Xie Qifeng nudged him, and when he still didn't respond, he shouted, "Senior brother, what's wrong! Answer me!" He nudged Zhou Qiang again, "Senior brother, don't scare me!" Zhou Qiang had first suffered the blow of Old Man Le Shui's death, then the severe injury from the demonic Cheng Long, and finally fought the Yin Chong Demon to the last of his strength. The dual torment of mind and body had rendered the boy unconscious.

The Yin-Yang Snake reverted to its juvenile form, slithered into Zhou Qiang's pocket, retrieved a phone, and handed it to Xie Qifeng. Xie Qifeng quickly dialed the village head's number. An hour later, two vans, a police car and an ambulance, pulled up in front of Old Man Leshui's house. Paramedics carried Zhou Qiang, Zhang Xiaolong, and Qian Qiuyue into the ambulances. Although Xie Qifeng was also injured, his injuries were not as severe as the others. Besides, a family cannot be without a head for a day, so Xie Qifeng had to stay and handle the aftermath. The captain of the criminal investigation team, a fat man, looked at the bodies of Old Man Leshui and Xu Hongwei, the village head of a certain village in Changzhou, then walked to Xie Qifeng's side and gave him a sharp look, saying, "You called the police, didn't you? Tell me what happened? How did this old man die?"

The village head quickly stepped forward, offering a cigarette and saying, "Captain, I'm the one who called the police." He lit the cigarette for the criminal investigation team leader. "This child, and the children in the ambulance outside, are all this old man's apprentices. And this old man is a highly respected figure in our nearby villages. These children would never harm their master." The criminal investigation team leader nodded, withdrew his sharp gaze, and said to Xie Qifeng, "Then tell me, how did your master die?"

Xie Qifeng sighed, his eyes reddening, and said, "My senior brother and I went on a long trip a few days ago. When we returned home, we found that Uncle Leshui was already dead. Uncle Leshui killed one of them with his own strength. Just as we were returning, we ran into the remaining two murderers. We couldn't catch them, and they got away. We were the ones who were injured." The criminal police captain said in his characteristic interrogation tone, "Is that so?" The village head threw away his cigarette butt and hurriedly said, "Yes, he's right. They did go on a long trip. I can testify to that. I'm the village head, and I guarantee with my integrity that I would never lie."

Since the village chief had come forward to testify, the criminal investigation team leader didn't ask any further questions and changed the subject, saying, "Have you seen those two murderers? Did he have a grudge against your master?" Xie Qifeng sneered and replied, "If I'm not mistaken, there was also a murder in Changzhou, and the three fugitives are these three." Xie Qifeng pointed to Xu Hongwei's body, "This dead man is the fugitive village chief from a village in Changzhou. You can investigate him." The criminal investigation team leader told his subordinates, "Secure the scene and take these two bodies back for autopsies!"

Xie Qifeng shoved away the police officers who were trying to lift the old man's body, shouting, "None of you touch my uncle's body! Let him lie peacefully. Anyone who dares to touch him again, don't blame me for being ruthless!" The criminal investigation team captain wasn't heartless. Seeing Xie Qifeng's anger, he knew how important the deceased old man was to him. So he waved his hand and, in the end, only lifted Xu Hongwei's body into the police car. With the village head's guarantee, the criminal investigation team didn't detain Xie Qifeng. Xie Qifeng climbed into the ambulance and turned to the village head, saying, "Thank you, Uncle. Without you, I really wouldn't know what to do." The village head waved his hand without saying a word.

"Then please buy a funeral shroud for Uncle Le Shui. We'll be back soon. If we don't make it back, then please help with the funeral arrangements; we'll cover all the expenses," Xie Qifeng said pleadingly, abandoning his usual arrogance. The ambulance then drove away. Xie Qifeng wasn't neglecting his family; after all, the evil spirit Cheng Long and the Yin-Yang Snake protected them, so he wasn't worried about their safety.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Zhang Xiaolong and Qian Qiuyue both woke up. Xie Qifeng and Zhang Xiaolong had both sustained external injuries. The doctor carefully bandaged them and said, "You two just need to rest and recover." Xie Qifeng nodded and walked towards Qian Qiuyue's room. As soon as he entered, he saw Qian Qiuyue getting off the bed and groping for something. So Xie Qifeng asked softly, "Qiuyue, what are you looking for?" Upon hearing that it was Xie Qifeng, Qian Qiuyue turned around and shouted, "Don't come any closer. I'm blind now, don't pay attention to me."

Despite Qian Qiuyue's repeated shoving, Xie Qifeng hugged her and said earnestly, "Qiuyue, calm down, calm down! No matter what you become, I will never leave you." As he spoke, Xie Qifeng ran his thumb across Qian Qiuyue's cheek. "Be good. Everything will be alright. We can go to see the Ghost Doctor Ouyang Bai for your eyes. He is a famous doctor, and I believe he will be able to cure your eyes."

"Really?" Qian Qiuyue looked up and asked excitedly. Xie Qifeng smiled. He didn't know if Ghost Doctor Ouyang Bai could cure Qian Qiuyue's eyes, but if he didn't comfort her now, given her proud personality, she might do something foolish that no one would expect.

Just as the two were entwined in passion, hurried footsteps sounded outside. A nurse burst through the door, shouting, "Something terrible has happened! The patient who came with you has died!" Xie Qifeng gasped, his body involuntarily taking two steps back. If Zhou Qiang were truly dead, the heavy responsibility of passing on the Qi Yi Sect would fall solely on Xie Qifeng's shoulders. With that thought, Xie Qifeng pushed Qian Qiuyue to the nurse and ran towards Zhou Qiang's ward.

Zhang Xiaolong, crouching in the corner by the door, weeping softly, confirmed Zhou Qiang's death. Xie Qifeng, disregarding everything, burst through the door. An elderly doctor listened to Zhou Qiang's heartbeat with an instrument, then shook his head at Xie Qifeng, saying, "Young man, my condolences!" Xie Qifeng couldn't believe his eyes. He grabbed the doctor by the collar and roared, "He's not dead! Get out of here!" He then shoved the old doctor away.

Xie Qifeng had heard of Zhou Qiang's "Seven Lives of Purple Qi," and he simply couldn't believe Zhou Qiang was dead. But looking at Zhou Qiang's bloodless face, Xie Qifeng still cried. He and Zhou Qiang had spent the most time together—sleeping together, eating together, playing pranks together, catching ghosts together, going to tombs together, sparring together, and searching for treasure together. All these shared experiences spoke volumes about their deep bond. Xie Qifeng picked up Zhou Qiang and carried him out the door, saying to Zhang Xiaolong beside him, "Xiaolong, go help Qian Qiuyue, let's go home!"

The doctors nearby all scrambled to avoid Xie Qifeng when they saw him carrying a corpse. Under the strange gazes of bystanders, the four of them escaped the hospital and got into a taxi. ======================================================================================= Chapter Twenty-Two: The Successor of Qi Yi - Yi Ge's Spirit - Collected and Organized by

Back home, Xie Qifeng carefully placed Zhou Qiang on the bed and covered him with the blankets. Zhang Xiaolong put his hand on Xie Qifeng's shoulder and whispered, "Face reality, Junior Brother Xie. Senior Brother Zhou really..." Before he could finish, Xie Qifeng gave Zhang Xiaolong a cold look, making Zhang Xiaolong break out in a cold sweat and momentarily forget what to say. Xie Qifeng stood up from the bedside and explained, "Uncle Master once said that Senior Brother is a Purple Qi Seven-Life being and won't die so easily. Now we have to wait for Senior Brother to return to life." In fact, even Xie Qifeng himself wasn't sure. When Zhou Qiang first returned to life, Le Xipo hadn't yet accepted him as a disciple. Qian Qiuyue and Zhang Xiaolong knew the deep affection between Xie Qifeng and Zhou Qiang, so they naturally didn't say anything. They decided to wait a few days and let Xie Qifeng give up on this idea.

Just then, the village headman led a group of strong men from the village carrying a large wooden bed into the room. The men placed the bed in the main hall facing the door, quickly dressed Old Man Leshui in a striking burial garment, and placed his body on the bed. The village headman wiped his brow and said to Xie Qifeng, "Just tell me what else you need. The funeral is the day after tomorrow. Leave the gathering of the villagers to me. You handle the rest." With a wave of his hand, the strong men followed the village headman away.

Night had fallen. Xie Qifeng placed an incense burner and some edible offerings before the body of Old Man Leshui. He knelt down and whispered, "Uncle-Master, may your spirit in heaven bless my senior brother so he can wake up soon. I can't live without him." He clutched his chest tightly. "I feel an unprecedented pressure on my shoulders, and that pressure is slowly increasing. I can hardly breathe. Please, Uncle-Master, let my senior brother wake up." He then kowtowed three times to Old Man Leshui's body.

Zhang Xiaolong called from the kitchen, "Everyone, come and eat!" After several busy days, the three of them hadn't even had a meal; they were truly pitiful. Xie Qifeng wiped away his tears and led Qian Qiuyue out of the house for dinner. Suddenly, Xie Qifeng seemed to remember something and said, "Oh dear, I almost forgot about that." He then took out his phone and sent a message to Qi Zijun. Qi Zijun had promised to help Zhou Qiang and the others exorcise the demon after handling the lamas' funeral arrangements. Unfortunately, before he even arrived, the demon had already been eliminated, so he immediately wanted to inform Qi Zijun.

Beside the train tracks in Tibet, Qi Zijun and his Tibetan Mastiff, Zhui Ming, lay poised in the grass, ready to pounce. Dogs weren't allowed on the train, and walking to Hebei would take forever. So Qi Zijun spotted a mining train. Just then, Xie Qifeng sent him a message: "Zijun, we've taken care of the other troublemakers, so you don't need to come. Thanks for the offer." Qi Zijun was furious after reading the message, but then he thought that eliminating all the troublemakers might not be such a bad thing. He put his phone back in his pocket, mounted his Tibetan Mastiff, and rode back to the Lama Temple. The message didn't mention Zhou Qiang's uncertain fate; otherwise, Qi Zijun would have prioritized brotherhood and rushed to Hebei as quickly as possible.

Zhou Qiang suddenly opened his eyes, wondering where he was. It was pitch black everywhere; he couldn't see anything. "Could I be dead?" he thought. He checked his breathing and heartbeat, then suddenly his body jolted, and he murmured, "Am I really dead?" Zhou Qiang wasn't afraid of death, but he hadn't had a chance to repay his parents' kindness, hadn't had a chance to have children, and hadn't had a chance to complete the great task of passing on the Qi Yi Sect. It was such a pity he was dying like this. Zhou Qiang sighed and searched around, hoping to encounter Laozi again, so that he could be resurrected.

Suddenly, a candlelight shone from not far behind Zhou Qiang, and out of curiosity, Zhou Qiang slowly approached. Upon closer inspection, he saw an elderly man with white hair, his back to him, reading a book—not a modern paper book, but bamboo slips used in ancient times. Zhou Qiang was about to greet him when the elderly man spoke first: "Child, are you afraid of death?" To the old man's question, Zhou Qiang truthfully replied, "No."

The white-haired old man, still with his back to Zhou Qiang, said, "Are you afraid of the people around you dying?" This reminded Zhou Qiang of the old man from Leshui, and suddenly his eyes reddened as he sobbed, "Yes. I'm very afraid."

"Then tell me why you are so sad." Although the white-haired old man did not turn around, he knew that Zhou Qiang was extremely sad. But Zhou Qiang did not care about this and said, "My master is dead, and as the eldest disciple, I was unable to protect him, which led to his departure from me."

The white-haired old man chuckled and said, "What's your master's name? Where is he from? What does he look like? How old is he?" The old man bombarded him with seemingly childish questions. Zhou Qiang, however, answered truthfully without hesitation. The white-haired old man stroked his beard and asked, "Who is Le Shui?"

“My master!” Zhou Qiang answered crisply.

"And who is your master?" the white-haired old man asked, feigning ignorance.

"Le Shui!" Even Zhou Qiang was getting a little impatient at this point.

The white-haired old man nodded and smiled, saying, "I'm old, and my mind isn't what it used to be. But you remember who your master is. Why do you remember? Because he's in your heart. Since he's in your heart, when has he ever left you? If he's never left you, why are you sad?" Zhou Qiang suddenly realized that the white-haired old man had deliberately come to enlighten him. However, the old man's words did indeed hit the nail on the head, bolstering Zhou Qiang's confidence.

Zhou Qiang quickly cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your guidance, sir. May I ask your name?" The white-haired old man smiled and waved his left hand, indicating that this was nothing to worry about. Or rather, he had subconsciously told Zhou Qiang who he was. A red "壹" (Yi) character was imprinted on the tip of the old man's middle finger as he waved his hand. Zhou Qiang gasped. Could this man be the founder of the sect? Before Zhou Qiang could speak, the white-haired old man spoke first, "Go back. The important task of the Qi Yi Sect is entrusted to you two." He stood up, stroked his beard, and said, "The righteous energy of heaven and earth." Zhou Qiang subconsciously replied, "Only my thoughts." Suddenly, Zhou Qiang felt the world darken and lost consciousness.

On the day of the funeral, many of the deceased old man Le Shui's relatives came. Xie Qifeng and Zhang Xiaolong, dressed in white mourning clothes, knelt before the body and wept bitterly. Suddenly, a person slowly walked out of the house, grabbed the old man Le Shui's cold, rough hand, and placed it on his face, saying affectionately, "Master, I'm back." Zhang Xiaolong was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground. Pointing at the person, he stared wide-eyed and stammered, "Zhou... Zhou Qiang!"

Xie Qifeng didn't seem as surprised as Zhang Xiaolong. He simply stood up and gave Zhou Qiang a big hug, whispering in Zhou Qiang's ear, "Senior brother, I can't live without you. The Qi Yi Sect can't do without you either." Zhou Qiang nodded and changed into mourning clothes.

The death of Old Man Leshui was even more spectacular than that of Old Woman Lexi; almost every household sent someone to die alongside him. To reach the cemetery, one had to cross a road, where more than fifty children knelt on both sides, each crying and shouting, "Grandpa Leshui, may you rest in peace!" More than a hundred pairs of little eyes were red and swollen from crying. These fifty-odd children were from the Hope Primary School in Yinfeng Village.

Zhou Qiang walked ahead, carrying a large black-and-white photograph of Old Man Le Shui. Seeing this scene, tears welled in his eyes, and he murmured, "Master, can you see? These are the children from the primary school you funded. They've all come to see you off." Following Old Man Le Shui's last wishes, the strong men dug up Le Shui Po's grave and buried the two together. Among the burial items were a hundred-family robe and a qi-binding stick. Old Man Le Shui had never mentioned these things to Zhou Qiang, so Zhou Qiang naturally didn't keep them; they were buried with Old Man Le Shui, forever accompanying him in the earth. Looking at Old Man Le Shui's tombstone, Zhou Qiang thought: Master, you will live forever in my heart. Thinking this, Zhou Qiang smiled inexplicably.

A few days later, the Hope Primary School in Yinfeng Village was officially renamed Qiyi Primary School. This was to express gratitude to Mr. Leshui for his dedication to the children. Meanwhile, the story of old man Leshui exorcising demons and monsters spread like wildfire throughout Yinfeng Village and even the entire Hebei province.

Seeing the house was like seeing the man himself, and Zhou Qiang and his fellow apprentice couldn't bear to stay in Hebei any longer. They decided to discuss it with the village head. They ultimately decided that the house would never be sold, and that if any outsiders passed through or if a homeless beggar came, they could stay at the old man's house free of charge. The name of the homeowner was changed to Zhou Qiang, and this would remain unchanged for life.

The moment of parting arrived. Zhang Xiaolong fastened his bag and said to Xie Qifeng and Zhou Qiang, "I'm leaving. Take care. The Maoshan Sect is counting on me to carry it forward. I'll come visit you when I have time." He then turned and left without looking back. At this moment, Xie Qifeng grabbed Qian Qiuyue's hand and asked Zhou Qiang, "Senior brother, what are your plans?" Zhou Qiang habitually scratched his head sheepishly and said, "I haven't decided yet!"

“Senior brother, I want to take Qiuyue to Henan first to find the Ghost Doctor Ouyang Bai to treat her eyes. We can keep in touch by phone afterwards,” Xie Qifeng said shyly. Zhou Qiang opened his bag, which contained only three items: a Soul-Destroying Thorn, a compass, and the Qi Yi Jing (a classic text on divination). Zhou Qiang handed the compass to Xie Qifeng, saying, “Take this. Contacting me by phone is too mundane. Use this if you want to contact me.” Xie Qifeng smiled, took the compass, and waved goodbye while helping Qian Qiuyue away.

Watching Xie Qifeng's retreating figure, Zhou Qiang muttered to himself, "Junior brother, you should just live a normal life with Qian Qiuyue. I, your senior brother, will shoulder the heavy responsibility of the Qi Yi Sect alone. I wish you happiness." Suddenly, a cold wind blew by, and a chill crept into his heart. Zhou Qiang shivered, tightened his green cotton-padded coat, and muttered to himself, "Sigh, time to go home." He then walked in another direction. ================================================================================================ Chapter Twenty-Three of the Qi Yi Successor - Die Another Day - Yi Ge's Spirit - Collected and organized by

In a hotel in a city in Shandong, the two brothers from the Witchcraft Sect lay on two large beds, sighing. Tai Jingke stared at the ceiling and said, "Senior brother, what are we planning to do next?" Shi Wei sighed and said, "We've been waiting for over a month, and there's still no news of Hunshi Mo Ba Yang. It seems he's also fallen in Hebei. It looks like we can only rely on me." Tai Jingke suddenly sat up and asked, "Senior brother, what do you mean? You mustn't do anything foolish. If something goes wrong with you, I can't control the Witchcraft Sect alone."

Shi Wei lit a cigarette and took a puff, saying, "This is a last resort. You and I have been loyal to Taiwan our whole lives, and we swore to restore Chiang Kai-shek's regime." He then took off a piece of the He Shi Bi jade from his chest and tossed it to Tai Jingke. "Take this. Selling these two pieces will be enough for you to live on for a lifetime. I entered this business twenty years earlier than you, and I'm already over fifty." Shi Wei's expression became agitated. "But look at me, I look like a seventy-year-old man. And you too. You're only in your thirties, but you look like you're in your fifties."

Tai Jingke sighed and said, "You can't blame us for this. We've done too many bad things in our lives, and Heaven has taken away twenty years of our lifespan." Shi Wei got angry upon hearing this and pointed at Tai Jingke's nose, cursing, "Bullshit! Is what we did bad? We just have different stances from the people on the mainland, but everything we did was beneficial to Taiwan." Tai Jingke knew he had angered his senior brother this time, so he didn't say anything more. Shi Wei also realized that he had gone too far and said, "Alright, alright, let's not talk about it anymore. Let's go to sleep early; we're going to Mount Tai tomorrow."

On the third day, Tai'an TV broadcast a brief news report: Yesterday morning around 8:00 AM, a 70-year-old man died mysteriously at the foot of Mount Tai. According to police investigation, the deceased was a Taiwanese soldier named Shih Wei. Police are currently trying to contact the deceased's family. On the train, Tai Jingke, dressed in all black and wearing sunglasses, held a white jar and gazed out the window. He thought to himself: "Brother, I won't let you down." As he thought this, a few tears rolled down his cheeks behind his sunglasses.

Another month passed. "What? You mean those two mysterious men had fragments of the He Shi Bi jade?" Zhou Qiang asked, his eyes wide. Sha Gui Cheng Long nodded firmly and said, "Those two mysterious men said it themselves. It shouldn't be false." After two months of careful recuperation by Zhou Qiang, Sha Gui Cheng Long's health gradually improved. Zhou Qiang frowned, pondering for a moment, and muttered, "Impossible. Could someone have gone to Liu Shan's tomb and taken the He Shi Bi jade? If they took it, why would they have the heart to separate it into fragments?" Zhou Qiang was filled with questions, and at this point, he could only pick up the phone to consult Liu Jincai.

Although Zhou Qiang had left Hebei, he hadn't forgotten to avenge the old man from Leshui. Even if the Demon King had killed him, it was ultimately the work of those two mysterious people. Having finally found a lead, how could Zhou Qiang easily give up? The call connected quickly, and Liu Jincai said on the other end, "Hello, this is Zhou Qiang. Long time no see. What's up?" Zhou Qiang explained the discovery of the He Shi Bi jade.

Liu Jincai was also shocked upon hearing this, and his voice became even louder: "Impossible! I didn't take the He Shi Bi from the tomb at all, how could it have fallen into their hands?" Liu Jincai thought for a while and replied, "Oh, I understand! The He Shi Bi was divided into three pieces during the Western Han Dynasty. Could it be the other two pieces? According to the saying that whoever possesses the He Shi Bi will rule the world, one piece should be in the center, and the other piece should be in the center."

"Taiwan!" Liu Jincai and Zhou Qiang said in unison. Zhou Qiang was pondering the ins and outs of the matter, but couldn't figure it out for the moment, so he mumbled a few words and was about to hang up. Just then, Liu Jincai said, "Zhou Qiang, don't hang up yet. I have something I'd like to ask you." Hearing this, Zhou Qiang perked up and said, "What's there to ask each other for, we're brothers? Just tell me what it is. If I know, I'll tell you."

After emerging from Liu Shan's tomb, Liu Jincai returned to Beijing. He started a military uniform business, leveraging his connections with the military region to secure sales channels. Within months, he amassed a fortune, establishing a clothing company that sold not only military uniforms but also fashionable apparel. Even his driver, Xiao Wang, had become a department manager. Life was booming. A few days ago, Liu Jincai received news from a former comrade-in-arms that the military region commander who had threatened to punish him had died of a heart attack. Initially, Liu Jincai was pleased, but within two days, several high-ranking central government officials died, all in the same manner as the military region commander.

One of the high-ranking officials was found dead, his entire family of three. The family that died was the same family of the young man Liu Jincai had beaten up at the karaoke bar. The central government took this matter very seriously, classifying it as a criminal case and ordering the Beijing Criminal Investigation Team to thoroughly investigate and find the mastermind behind it. The captain of the Beijing Criminal Investigation Team was named Han Bin, a former trusted subordinate of Liu Jincai. Through this connection, Liu Jincai obtained photos of the young man's family's bodies. In the photos, the young man's eyes seemed to reflect something of terror, as if he had been scared to death. Captain Han Bin asked Liu Jincai, who had already retired from crime, "Brother Liu, can you see anything suspicious?"

Liu Jincai also sensed something was amiss, but unfortunately, he lacked the ability to help. However, out of consideration for his reputation, he agreed to help Han Bin solve the case. Not long after, he received a call from Zhou Qiang, and Liu Jincai quickly recounted the entire incident to him. It's not uncommon for ghosts to harm people, as some vengeful spirits can only reincarnate after killing someone to vent their resentment—a phenomenon known as finding a scapegoat. However, it's extremely rare for an evil ghost to harm people repeatedly. It seems that this ghost's purpose isn't reincarnation. Could someone be controlling this evil ghost, or has it already cultivated itself into a demon?

(Devils love to absorb the yang energy of the human body. Absorbing yang energy is more effective than absorbing yin energy, so demons abandon yin energy and are obsessed with yang energy.) By this time, Zhou Qiang had developed a professional habit, much like an experienced doctor who wants to take the pulse of any patient he sees. Upon hearing the word 'ghost,' Zhou Qiang perked up, mistaking Liu Jincai's inquiry for an invitation, and immediately began crying and insisting on going to Beijing. Since the other party wanted to come, and guests are guests, Liu Jincai felt awkward about stopping him. Thus, the two agreed that Liu Jincai would pick up Zhou Qiang at the destination.

Zhou Qiang knew this ghost was no ordinary creature and wanted to gather more weapons, but after searching high and low, he only found the Soul-Destroying Thorn. He quietly picked up the Qi Yi Jing (a classic text on qi and blood) and packed it into his luggage, muttering, "I must take this scripture with me; if Mom finds it, she'll definitely sell it as scrap." Zhou Qiang looked up at the clock; it was already 11:30. He crouched down and whispered to the person under the bed, "Nian Shuang, come out." The Yin-Yang Snake crawled out of a shoebox under the bed. After returning home, Zhou Qiang named the Yin-Yang Snake Zhou Nian Shuang. Every day, the Yin-Yang Snake would sleep in the shoebox under the bed, and at night Zhou Qiang would take it out and put it on the balcony, letting it breathe in the moonlight.

Two months passed, and the Yin-Yang Snake hadn't grown at all; it remained exactly the same size as before. This puzzled Zhou Qiang greatly. He smiled like a father and said, "Nian Shuang, go to the balcony and absorb some Yin energy. Tomorrow I'm leaving for Beijing to see Chairman Mao's portrait." With that, he carried the Yin-Yang Snake to the balcony.

The next morning, Zhou Qiang put on the new clothes his mother had bought him, picked up his luggage, and came out of the bedroom. His parents were watching TV in the living room. Seeing Zhou Qiang dressed like that, his mother asked, puzzled, "Son, where are you going?" Zhou Qiang took two thousand yuan out of his pocket and put it in his mother's hand, saying, "Mom, I've been cooped up at home writing novels online for the past two months. This two thousand yuan is my royalties. You and Dad can buy some good food. I'm getting a little restless at home; I want to travel." His mother was about to speak when his father interrupted, "Hmm, good lad, you've got potential. Go ahead. Come back when you've had your fun." Since the head of the family had spoken so frankly, his mother felt embarrassed to say anything more. Zhou Qiang mumbled a few more words and left. Actually, Zhou Qiang was lying to his parents. If he could write a novel, the Yangtze River would dry up. The two thousand yuan was part of the old man Le Shui's remaining inheritance; he considered it a filial gesture to his parents.

The moment Zhou Qiang stepped out of the apartment complex, his true colors were revealed. He immediately took off his new clothes and tossed them aside, then rummaged through his bag and pulled out a dirty green cotton-padded jacket. In front of everyone, he put on the green jacket. A student couple walked past Zhou Qiang, and the female student, seeing him, couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, you've got some muscles!" The male student quickly covered the female student's eyes, saying, "This is inappropriate for children."

Wearing a green cotton-padded jacket, Zhou Qiang shivered and chuckled slyly, "Ah, so comfortable." ======================================================================================= Chapter 24 of "The Successor of Qi Yi": Zhou Qiang, I'm impressed! - Yi Ge's Spirit - Collected and organized by

The journey was uneventful. After four hours, Zhou Qiang finally arrived in Beijing, the capital of his country. As soon as he stepped out of the station, he saw Liu Jincai leading a large group of men in black, looking around suspiciously. The men behind Liu Jincai were all tall and burly, holding aloft a red banner that read: "Welcome, Mr. Zhou Qiang." Zhou Qiang rubbed his forehead and said helplessly, "Is it really necessary? Such a high-profile display." He then went to greet them.

At this moment, Liu Jincai also noticed Zhou Qiang and quickly stepped forward to give him a big hug. This truly surprised the group of men in black behind Liu Jincai. They never expected that the boss of a large company would hug a country bumpkin. They were stunned and speechless. Zhou Qiang whispered, "Brother Liu, you didn't need to bring so many people to pick me up. People will misunderstand us as gangsters." Liu Jincai laughed and said, "There's no other way. Now that I have money, I don't feel safe without a few bodyguards." He then turned to his bodyguards and said, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and bring my car over. Don't keep my brothers waiting!"

The men in black nodded, and soon several cars arrived. Liu Jincai and Zhou Qiang got into a BMW. Zhou Qiang, sitting in his seat, exclaimed, "Brother Liu, how much does this car cost?" Liu Jincai chuckled and said nonchalantly, "It's not worth much, maybe a few million. I'll buy you one if you want." Zhou Qiang shook his head repeatedly, laughing, "Forget it, I'm not that lucky." They then exchanged a smile.

Suddenly passing through a familiar residential area, Zhou Qiang said to Liu Jincai, "Brother Liu, I've been to Beijing before. I helped two people exorcise ghosts in this neighborhood. Don't be fooled by how peaceful this neighborhood seems; there's a house inside that's very yin-gathering, attracting evil spirits from all directions." Liu Jincai looked a little panicked upon hearing this and hurriedly told the driver, "Drive faster, get out of this haunted place." Several cars stopped in front of a large restaurant. Liu Jincai and Zhou Qiang got out and strode inside, where the group of men in black stood quietly waiting.

In the large restaurant, everyone stared at Zhou Qiang with strange looks. Zhou Qiang, used to such stares, calmly found a chair and sat down. He said to Liu Jincai, "Brother Liu, why did you call me here? We could have just had a simple home-cooked meal, why be so extravagant?" Liu Jincai replied, spitting as he spoke, "Why are you being so polite? If it weren't for your help back then, I might still be a destitute person now. A meal is nothing. If you want, I can give you half of my company." As he spoke, Liu Jincai's expression became mysterious. "Also, I've invited Han Bin, the captain of the criminal investigation team, and I'd like you two to meet." After saying this, Liu Jincai instructed the waiter to order, then said apologetically, "Hehe, I didn't even have time to go to the restroom while waiting for you. I'll go to the restroom first, you wait here." He then left his seat.

Zhou Qiang was sitting there bored when he suddenly smelled a strong stench of blood. He looked up at the doorway and saw a handsome young man in plain clothes walk in and look around. The stench of blood wasn't concentrated on the man's entire body; rather, it emanated from his waist. Melee weapons like machetes and swords will acquire a bloody smell once they've been exposed to blood. This smell is undetectable to ordinary people; only flies and those with supernatural abilities can detect it. This bloody smell carries yang energy; blood is yang, and contact with blood imbues one with yang energy.

Several other special weapons also emit a strong bloody smell, but this smell carries an eerie, sinister quality. This is because the weapon's attack originates from itself, not from the object it targets. The only weapons capable of causing death without being stained with blood are ancient concealed weapons and modern guns. Zhou Qiang smelled the scent of a cold weapon, a gun. Seeing the man's upright appearance, he figured he wasn't a bad person and was probably the criminal investigation team captain Liu Jincai had hired.

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Qiang stood up and waved, saying, "Han Bin, over here!" The man's eyes lit up, and he walked over with a curious look. "You must be the captain of the criminal investigation team. Sit down. I was called here by Liu Jincai to help you solve the case." Just then, Liu Jincai returned from relieving himself and saw the two talking. He laughed and said, "You two know each other?" Han Bin said, puzzled, "No, we don't. By the way, young man, how did you recognize me?" Zhou Qiang smiled without saying a word and gestured for Han Bin to sit down. Zhou Qiang's alcohol tolerance was only average, but compared to the two men opposite him who were former soldiers, he was nothing. He drank half a jin of baijiu and then fell asleep on the table.

Seeing that Zhou Qiang was asleep, Han Bin shifted all the questions to Liu Jincai: "Brother Liu, what does this young man do? He's dressed so shabbily, he's practically a beggar. Does he really have the ability to help us solve the case? I've lived for almost thirty years, and this is the first time I've needed a kid's help?" Han Bin had felt aversion to Zhou Qiang from the first moment he saw him. Firstly, his clothes were too shabby; eating with someone like that would be embarrassing. Secondly, Zhou Qiang's speech was too vulgar, more like that of a minor. Of course, this was largely due to Zhou Qiang's upbringing and the local customs of Dezhou. Thirdly, on the surface, he looked like an ordinary kid; a soldier could easily knock Zhou Qiang down with a single punch.

Liu Jincai was a little angry after hearing this. He glanced at the unconscious Zhou Qiang and said in a low voice, "Keep your voice down, kid. When I first saw Brother Zhou, I thought exactly the same thing as you. It's just that you don't know Brother Zhou's abilities yet. He almost lost his life for me back then, and Brother Zhou has many secrets that we don't know. Do you know who he is?" Seeing Han Bin shake his head, Liu Jincai continued, "He is the disciple of Mr. Le Shui, a famous ghost-catching expert from the Hebei Qi Yi School."

Ghost hunting? The Qi Yi School? Let's put ghost hunting aside for a moment, let's talk about the Qi Yi School. Is that even a famous school? Famous schools are common knowledge, but Han Bin had never heard of it. He only knew that the Maoshan School was particularly good at ghost hunting, but he didn't know that Maoshan Taoists would also seek help from the Qi Yi School when they encountered difficulties. Besides, in this scientifically advanced age, in open and honest China, in broad daylight in Beijing, how could anyone believe that ghosts exist? After thinking for a moment, Han Bin laughed and said, "Brother Liu, you're too feudal and superstitious. What era are we living in? You still believe in ghosts?"

Before Liu Jincai could speak, Zhou Qiang, who had somehow come to his senses, stared intently at the impetuous young Han Bin, startling him. Zhou Qiang frowned and said, "You don't believe in ghosts?" Like a peddler praising their own melons, if you were to say to the peddler's face that their melons were bad, the consequences were predictable. Han Bin, having plunged headlong into the treacherous officialdom, naturally understood this principle, so he remained silent.

Zhou Qiang looked around and pointed to a dining table in the distance, saying, "Keep an eye on that old man at that table!" Han Bin looked in the direction Zhou Qiang pointed and saw a family of more than ten people having a reunion dinner. The frail old man Zhou Qiang pointed to was the oldest person at the table, and one of his hands was trembling uncontrollably, suggesting he had Parkinson's disease. Zhou Qiang reacted quickly, biting his finger and drawing blood. Han Bin turned around and hurriedly asked, "What are you doing?" But it was too late; Zhou Qiang had already applied the blood to Han Bin's forehead.

"Take another look at that old man," Zhou Qiang said dismissively. What he saw startled him. The old man had a long, disheveled person on his back, and a white child was biting the arm that was constantly shaking. The white child seemed to know Han Bin was watching, giving him a sinister smile. Han Bin was truly terrified. Seeing Han Bin's sweating face, Zhou Qiang asked, "Do you believe me now?" Han Bin repeatedly said, "I believe you, I believe you." Actually, he didn't really believe it, but he couldn't say it to Zhou Qiang's face. He thought Zhou Qiang was a pretty good magician and must know some tricks.

Liu Jincai patted Han Bin on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Hehe, it's good that you believe me. It's getting late, let's call it a day. Brother Zhou is tired too, I'll take him home to rest first, and we'll discuss the case tomorrow." Han Bin nodded repeatedly, he just wanted to get out of this awful place as soon as possible.

Zhou Qiang was arranged to stay at Liu Jincai's house for the night, and fell asleep as soon as he lay down on the bed. Liu Jincai had originally planned to chat with Zhou Qiang, but seeing Zhou Qiang's soundly sleeping body, Liu Jincai smiled, shook his head, and quietly closed the door and left. There was some commotion in Zhou Qiang's bag; a yin-yang snake crawled out, looked at Zhou Qiang, and began to breathe heavily towards the window.

Han Bin wasn't asleep; his mind was filled with questions. He went to the criminal investigation team's computer room. This small room contained information on almost everyone in China. Finally, he found Zhou Qiang's information, but this only added more questions to his mind. The computer recorded Zhou Qiang's information as follows: Zhou Qiang, male, 21 years old. Born on [date redacted]. Junior high school graduate, later hired as a city management officer in Dezhou City. In 2008, a police car from a certain district's city management department was involved in a traffic accident with a truck; one person died but no one was injured. Zhou Qiang was the only one unharmed. According to the record, Zhou Qiang was not on that police car. In early 2009, he was seriously injured in a hand-to-hand fight with a suspect and died on the spot at a local hospital. His body was then forcibly taken away by relatives and friends, and he later revived. The hospital explained that the patient may have experienced a cardiac arrest due to a heart problem. This was Zhou Qiang's entire record.

Han Bin lay back in his chair, muttering to himself, "My goodness, this guy is really something." At that moment, he finally believed that Zhou Qiang was no ordinary person. He made an exception and brought out some photos of deceased high-ranking central government officials from the criminal investigation team, hoping Zhou Qiang could find some clues after looking at them. ======================================================================================== Chapter 25: Unraveling the Mystery - Yi Ge's Spirit - Collected and organized by

The next day, Han Bin arrived at Liu Jincai's house early. Liu Jincai called Xiao Wang and told him to take care of the company. Afterwards, the three sat in the living room and secretly discussed the matter. Han Bin took a black plastic bag from his pocket, then took out several photos from the bag and handed them to Zhou Qiang, saying, "Young man, take a look at these photos of the deceased's body. Is there anything strange about them?" Zhou Qiang looked at the photos for a long time and replied, "No!" Undeterred, Han Bin continued, "Then have you noticed any clues?"

Zhou Qiang took a sip of water and said, "I really can't tell anything from the photos alone. But I feel their cause of death is definitely not simple. Look, everyone." He pointed to the corpse in the photo, "This person died too peacefully, without any struggle before death, as if their life force had been drained." Zhou Qiang then found the photo of the blond-haired boy, "Look at this one. This blond-haired boy's death is different from the others. He looks as if he saw a terrifying scene before he died. I guess he accidentally saw something when he got up to use the bathroom that night and was scared to death."

Liu Jincai interjected earlier, "It seems the killer's target isn't the families of high-ranking officials, but rather high-ranking central government officials. What could the killer possibly want from killing so many high-ranking officials?" Han Bin shook his head and said, "We don't know either. All the government officials are in a state of panic right now; some have already taken leave or resigned. The government is in complete chaos. This is such a big case; the pressure from above is really making me uncomfortable."

Zhou Qiang thought for a moment and said to Han Bin, "Could you let me see their bodies? Maybe I can find some clues." Han Bin shook his head vigorously and hurriedly said, "Absolutely not! If the higher-ups find out, I'm dead. How about this, I'll call the coroner and have him give me a detailed autopsy report." After saying that, Han Bin took out his phone and made a call.

Five minutes later, Han Bin hung up the phone and explained, "I've already found out. The autopsy staff said the body is indeed a bit strange. First, the body started to become abnormally stiff on the second day in the morgue. Second, the pupils turned pink. Third, the body is slowly turning black." Zhou Qiang slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and cursed, "Damn it, it really is that thing!" Han Bin asked in confusion, "What thing?" Liu Jin pulled Zhou Qiang down and turned to Han Bin, saying, "What else could it be? It must be an evil spirit!" Zhou Qiang shook his head and said, "An evil spirit couldn't do this. It must be at least a vengeful ghost, or even a devil."

"Then how do we find that ghost?" Han Bin asked, trembling with goosebumps upon hearing that a ghost was killing someone. Zhou Qiang thought for a moment and whispered, "I know. There's a place in Beijing where yin energy gathers. My master and I went there to exorcise ghosts. The feng shui there is terrible; it's the perfect place for a ghost to enhance its power. It seems we have to go there to find that ghost." Before Han Bin and Liu Jincai could speak, Zhou Qiang took out his phone and dialed an unfamiliar number. The call was quickly answered.

"Zhang Liang? This is Zhou Qiang. I want to ask you something," Zhou Qiang said with a serious expression.

The other party was very polite, saying, "Oh, it's you. How have you been? Please feel free to tell me what's wrong."

Zhou Qiang said into the phone, "Are you still living in that building known for its 'gathering of yin' energy?" Zhang Liang, on the other end, replied angrily, "Ugh, don't even mention it. We were living there perfectly fine when the landlord suddenly called and told us to move out. We asked him why, and he said the room had been rented to someone else. And that landlord even refunded us double the rent. We spent days looking for a place to live. Can you believe it?" Zhou Qiang perked up and quickly asked, "Who rented the room?" Zhang Liang replied, "I heard it's an old Taiwanese businessman." Zhou Qiang suddenly understood and hung up the phone.

Fragments of the He Shi Bi jade, an old man from Taiwan, a troublemaker, the death of a high-ranking official. These seemingly unrelated things, when connected, form a shocking secret. "It seems this serial murder case is not so simple; it might affect the whole of China!" Zhou Qiang, outspoken as ever, couldn't help but blurt it out. Han Bin and Liu Jincai were completely baffled, waiting for Zhou Qiang to continue. But Zhou Qiang remained silent.

Anxious, Han Bin asked, "What exactly happened, brother?" Zhou Qiang took a deep breath, stood up, and said, "You don't need to ask. I'm going to Juyin Tower tonight. If I don't come back by tomorrow morning, I'll go to my hometown and tell my parents that their son is unfilial!" Liu Jincai, upon hearing this, became furious and shouted, "Brother Zhou, tell me what happened! Why are you making such a scary statement! If you die, I'll be with you. You saved my life, and now I'm returning it to you." He patted his chest as he spoke. Han Bin also stood up and said, "If you're all going, I'll go too. Since this matter concerns China, as a Chinese official, I have a responsibility to intervene."

"Can you handle this? Can you even deal with a ghost? Going there is just suicide!" Zhou Qiang roared. Despite his young age, Zhou Qiang's words made the two older men in front of him blush and lower their heads. Zhou Qiang then realized that his tone had gone too far, and quickly turned his anger into a smile, saying, "Brother Liu, Brother Han, I appreciate your kindness. I was just teasing you earlier. Haha. How could I, Zhou Qiang, with my seven lives and purple aura, be defeated by this mere little ghost? Don't worry, I can only handle this myself. I'll go there myself tonight, and the case will be solved by tomorrow. I guarantee I'll catch the murderer for you."

"The murderer? Isn't the murderer a ghost?" Han Bin's eyes widened. Zhou Qiang chuckled and said, "There's someone else with this ghost. That person is the real mastermind. And he's an old man. Do you think I can't even handle an old man?" Seeing Zhou Qiang's confident demeanor, Han Bin and Liu Jincai were too embarrassed to say anything more.

"That's fine then. Brother Liu, I'm hungry, hurry up and get me some food. I'm going to have a big meal today." Zhou Qiang didn't stand on ceremony with Liu Jincai at all, and said in a coquettish tone. Upon hearing this, Liu Jincai quickly asked the housekeeper to bring out the food. At the table, Zhou Qiang ate with relish, but the other two looked worried. In fact, Zhou Qiang was worried too. But as the expert invited to solve the case, how could he show his worry on his face?

Despite Zhou Qiang's usual carelessness, he was anything but sloppy when it came to real matters. He ate his food heartily, his mind still preoccupied with one question: who was the vengeful ghost accompanying the mysterious Taiwanese man? Facing this unfathomable danger, Zhou Qiang devoured the last bite of his steamed bun, thinking to himself: "I'm going all in!" =============================================================================================== Chapter Twenty-Six: First Encounter with the Qi Yi Demon - Yi Ge's Spirit - Collected and Organized by

It was late at night. Liu Jincai looked up at his watch; it was eight o'clock. Seeing Zhou Qiang packing his luggage, Liu Jincai said kindly, "Brother Zhou, how about I go with you? We can take a dozen bodyguards; that would be much safer." Zhou Qiang hid the Yin-Yang Serpent in his robes, tucked the Soul-Destroying Thorn into his waistband, and took out several dozen sheets of yellow Xuan paper. Turning to Liu Jincai, he said, "Brother Liu, I appreciate your kindness. But your going will only implicate me. I have to handle this myself. Don't worry, wait for my good news." He then took out a worn-out copy of the Qi Yi Jing from his bag and handed it to Liu Jincai, saying, "Please give this book to my junior brother, Xie Qifeng."

Upon hearing this, Liu Jincai felt it sounded like Zhou Qiang's dying words and quickly said, "Are you not coming back?" Zhou Qiang chuckled and said, "No, I've already finished reading the whole book. My junior brother only read a little bit, so I'm helping you give it to him." Zhou Qiang had told countless lies, but every lie was tinged with good intentions. Liu Jincai nodded and said, "Alright, then let my bodyguard see you off." Zhou Qiang smiled and nodded.

The car stopped at the entrance of the residential complex where Zhang Liang and his companion had once lived. Zhou Qiang greeted the bodyguard and got out. Only after the car had driven away did Zhou Qiang feel safe enough to enter. The moment he stepped inside, Zhou Qiang sensed something was wrong. The pervasive yin energy in the air was almost suffocating. Zhou Qiang's eyes felt painful, as if they had been irritated by smoke. Not only Zhou Qiang, but probably everyone living there felt the same way—what we now call a sixth sense. This vengeful ghost was clearly not simple. Even when he encountered the extremely yin-heavy Yin Demon, he hadn't experienced this reaction. Could this ghost have cultivated itself into a demon?

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Qiang took out several sheets of yellow Xuan paper and used his yang blood to draw several Qi Yi diagrams. Then he activated his Heavenly Eye. This activation startled Zhou Qiang; he saw at least twenty ghosts wandering in the courtyard of the residential area. It seemed these ghosts had come from all directions towards this Yin gathering point, but lacked the ability to occupy it, so they could only bask in its light downstairs. One vengeful ghost plus the mysterious man was enough to give him trouble. Thinking this, Zhou Qiang pretended not to see anything and strode upstairs. Among the ghosts, a female ghost in her twenties said to the two middle-aged ghosts beside her, "Mom and Dad, the person who just went upstairs seemed to be Zhou Qiang!" The middle-aged male ghost was startled and quickly said, "Daughter, you mean Zhou Qiang, the one who helped our family?" The female ghost nodded firmly. The other middle-aged female ghost said, "It seems he came to deal with the demon upstairs. Could there be danger?" The three ghosts immediately became tense.

Zhou Qiang and the two members of the Wu faction had never met; Zhou Qiang only knew their appearances from Sha Gui Cheng Long and Qian Qiu Yue. Relatively speaking, the Wu faction disciples would certainly not suspect Zhou Qiang. "Knock, knock, knock," came a knock at the door. From inside, Tai Jingke called out, "Who is it?" Then a small eye peeked out from the peephole of the security door. Tai Jingke saw no one and wondered if he had misheard, so he returned to the sofa. Then there was another knock. This time, Tai Jingke stood up without speaking, peeking outside. Still no one was there. He cursed, "Whose kid is causing trouble!" and sat back down on the sofa. Then, "Bang, bang!" Two loud kicks echoed as Tai Jingke, truly angry this time, opened the door. Standing there was a boy of about twenty. Just as he was about to slap the boy, the boy suddenly kicked Tai Jingke into the room, sending him tumbling down.

Zhou Qiang strode in with lightning speed and locked the security door. Seeing the intruder's hostile intent, Tai Jingke stood up and asked, "Who are you? Why are you trespassing?" Zhou Qiang, while pulling out the Soul-Destroying Thorn from his back waist, replied, "Zhou Qiang of the Qi Yi Sect!" Upon hearing this, Tai Jingke broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly said to the empty sofa beside him, "Qi Yi Demon! He's impersonating someone from your Qi Yi Sect!" Zhou Qiang had been so focused on dealing with Tai Jingke that he hadn't noticed the other filth in the room; only after Tai Jingke's comment did he turn his head to the sofa.

Seated on the sofa was a vengeful ghost, unlike any Zhou Qiang had ever encountered. Its face was covered in a mottled array of colors, a phenomenon known in the trade as a "flowery face." This "flowery face" is recorded in the Qi Yi Jing (a classic text on Qi cultivation), referring to ghosts whose Yin energy can circulate throughout their bodies; such ghosts are considered supreme ghosts or kings of demons. Encountering such a ghost guarantees a 100% death rate. This particular ghost, however, was otherwise indistinguishable from a human, except for its mottled face—the highest level of ghost cultivation. Having overheard Tai Jingke's words, Zhou Qiang concluded that the figure before him was none other than Fang Yuan, the Qi Yi Demon raised by the founder of the Qi Yi School.

Taking advantage of Zhou Qiang's momentary daze, Tai Jingke pulled out a sharp knife and launched a sneak attack. Qi Yimo flicked his finger, and a surge of black, yin energy sent the knife flying, embedding it deep into the wall. Zhou Qiang inwardly exclaimed how powerful Qi Yimo was; he had deflected Tai Jingke's knife with just two fingers. Tai Jingke took two steps back, his voice tinged with anger, and said, "Qi Yimo, what are you doing? I could have killed this brat just now."

Qi Yimo stared uncomfortably at Tai Jingke and said softly, "Are you rebuking me? Believe me or not, I'll crush you right now." Qi Yimo's voice carried a thick, sinister aura, echoing throughout the room, causing Zhou Qiang and Tai Jingke's heads to throb. Qi Yimo turned to Zhou Qiang and asked, "I heard from Tai Jingke that the Qi Yi Sect was wiped out by high-ranking officials in Beijing during the Cultural Revolution. You claim to be a disciple of the Qi Yi Sect, what proof do you have?" How could Tai Jingke possibly control Qi Yimo, the King of Demons? Back when Tai Jingke first arrived in Beijing and released Qi Yimo, he pleaded with Qi Yimo to help him kill high-ranking central officials, but Qi Yimo said, "I didn't kill you because you released me, but what right do you have to ask me to kill for you? The only one who can control me is the Qi Yi Ancestor."

Left with no other choice, Tai Jingke hatched a wicked plan. Crying, he said, "I am a close friend of the 985th successor of the Qi Yi School. He was killed thirty years ago during the Cultural Revolution in China. The Qi Yi School has been wiped out!" If there were an award for performance in the supernatural world, Tai Jingke would undoubtedly win the Oscar. The Qi Yi Demon, upon hearing this, perked up and excitedly asked, "Who killed the Qi Yi disciple? Tell me!" Tai Jingke chuckled inwardly, surprised that the Qi Yi Demon had taken the bait so easily. He cried even harder, saying, "It was high-ranking government officials here who conspired to kill him." He then grabbed the Qi Yi Demon's legs, pleading, "Grandpa Qi Yi Demon, you must avenge the people of the Qi Yi School!" In this way, the Qi Yi Demon not only believed Tai Jingke, but Tai Jingke, as a friend of the Qi Yi School, also helped the Qi Yi Demon take revenge.

However, upon seeing Zhou Qiang, who claimed to be from the Qi Yi School, Qi Yi Mo's resolve began to waver. He now wanted to know who was telling the truth. Zhou Qiang thought that he certainly couldn't defeat Qi Yi Mo in terms of skill, but since Qi Yi Mo and the Qi Yi School were from the same family, if he produced some evidence, Qi Yi Mo might turn around and accuse Tai Jingke. After thinking this, Zhou Qiang righteously took out the Qi Yi Diagram and waved it at Qi Yi Mo, saying, "This is the Qi Yi Diagram." Tai Jingke sneered and said, "This alone isn't enough to prove anything. Who knows if you drew it or if it was left behind decades ago?"