The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics
Chapter 92: Senior Brother, You Have Really Ruined Me

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: Senior Brother, You Have Really Ruined Me

In the dead of night, the chirping of insects in the grass had weakened considerably, and even the air carried a hint of chill, heralding the transition from late summer to early autumn.

Shen Cong lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, regretting that he shouldn’t have taken a nap at noon.

As one gets older, they sleep less.

If the noon nap is too long, it becomes hard to sleep at night.

Tired of tossing around, he got up, put on some clothes, and went to the study. He casually picked up a book but couldn’t get into it.

He recalled Old Mrs. Yun coming to see him at noon and couldn’t help but chuckle.

Indeed, as people age, they become anxious about gains and losses.

She was worried that her Little Dumpling would bring calamity to the family, so she thought about transferring all the family’s bad luck onto herself.

Little did she know, the talk of Little Dumpling being the reincarnation of the Evil Star was just something he had made up on a whim.

And she actually believed it.

It’s good that she did; after all, she’s old now, and whenever any minor health issue arises, she’ll blame it on Little Dumpling.

In this way, it confirms Little Dumpling’s attribute of bringing misfortune to close ones.

The little girl, clawing with passion, even dared to set a dog on someone; by then, even if she jumped into the Yellow River, she couldn’t clear her name.

Thinking about stirring the Yun Family into chaos brought a feeling of joy to his heart.

Calming himself, he glanced at the book in his hand.

With just one look, he was instantly scared out of his wits.

It was a forbidden book, filled with Mystical Techniques banned by the Xuan Sect.

Impossible!!!

How could such a book appear on his desk?

Could it be the children at home causing trouble?

No, practicing forbidden books is a taboo in the Xuan Sect; with his high status, his private forbidden books are hidden very securely, and no matter how mischievous, the children at home wouldn’t be able to find them.

The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed. Suddenly, the curtain moved a bit.

Instinctively, he raised his eyes, thinking the breeze had picked up outside; after all, summer was ending, and the nights were getting colder.

So, he put the book down and got up to close the window.

Suddenly, he felt a chill all over again.

The window was closed... where did the breeze come from?!

He staggered a few steps and fell back into the chair, his hand clutching the forbidden book trembling slightly.

He thought of Tang Qing’s death...

Struck by Heavenly Thunder, surely it should have scattered the soul; what was he afraid of?

Suddenly, a scream from his son came from downstairs.

He hurried out of the study.

Downstairs, Shen Heying had fallen to the ground, trembling all over, a chill rushing from his feet to the top of his head, strands of coolness spreading along his spine.

"What happened?" Shen Cong quickly went downstairs and turned on the light.

Seeing his son on the ground, he frowned disapprovingly.

"You’re an adult now, the child is already several years old, how can you be so scared!"

Shen Heying awkwardly stood up, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

"Dad, I’m sorry, did I scare you?"

Shen Cong gave him a disdainful look full of reproach.

"No matter what you encounter, you shouldn’t react like this. Don’t forget, we are a Xuan Sect family."

Shen Heying lowered his head in frustration.

He knew his father was actually quite disappointed in him.

They were said to be from the Xuan Sect family, yet in his generation, there wasn’t anyone with talent.

He was currently the vice president of the Hai State Xuanmen Association and also had a lot of intimidating titles.

But he was essentially a charlatan, only able to fool laymen.

Colleagues disdained him, just holding back temporarily out of respect for his father.

Shen Cong slowly sat back on the sofa, speaking in a deep voice, "What happened to scare you like this?"

Shen Heying promptly cleared his mind of messy thoughts.

"Dad, I just saw a ghost shadow flash by outside the window."

Shen Cong squinted his eyes, looking up at his son. "Really?"

"Dad, although I’m not very skilled, I’ve been learning from you since I was a kid, I wouldn’t be mistaken."

Shen Cong snorted disdainfully, "What kind of ghost shadow, daring to barge into my Shen Family’s door..."

"Dad—" Shen Heying suddenly shouted, pointing outside the window.

Shen Cong followed the direction of his finger, and there, outside the living room’s floor-to-ceiling window, were glaring red eyes.

Other parts of its body began to appear—nose, head, hands, feet.

It was actually a giant ghost shadow, pitch black, like it was wrapped in a huge cloak.

The intense black swayed with the wind outside the window.

"Dad, its arm..." Shen Heying shouted again.

Shen Cong also saw it, his eyes widening instantly.

It was a charred arm; even through the tightly closed glass window, he could smell a burnt stench.

Burnt...

What kind of person’s body would have a burnt smell?

Shen Cong was terrified, his mind a blank.

Shen Heying was at a loss, pulling hard on Shen Cong’s arm.

"Dad, it’s watching us, do something, you are a Master..."

"Shut up!"

Shen Cong snapped, standing up angrily.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, a Peach Wood Sword had somehow appeared in his hand.

"Which Little Ghost dares to enter my Shen Family’s door, don’t you know..."

"Hehehe... Senior Brother, being so stern, scared me..."

The ghost shadow outside suddenly spoke, a deep and alluring male voice.

It sounded incredibly eerie, and there was a familiar feeling to it.

The Peach Wood Sword in Shen Cong’s hand was enveloped in flames, infused with surging Spiritual Power, about to strike the ghost shadow’s head outside the window.

Hearing the voice, he suddenly stopped.

Shen Cong’s face instantly turned deathly pale, cold sweat continuously dripping, he murmured;

"No, impossible, you are..."

"I am your junior brother Tang Qing. I died so miserably, you didn’t think I’d let you off so easily, did you?"

The male ghost said, laughing again.

Only now did Shen Heying realize how shallow his credentials were as the vice president of the Xuanmen Association; his limited Mystical Technique had already been forgotten into oblivion.

Even if he remembered, it wouldn’t be of any use now.

"Dad, why are you hesitating, hurry up and kill him with your Peach Wood Sword... you are the famous Master Shen of Hai City, where’s your talisman, your spell, kill him!"

It was as if Shen Cong was isolated from the world, unable to hear what his son was shouting, his mind looping over one name:

Tang Qing, Tang Qing...

Tang Qing, who was struck dead by Heavenly Thunder, had actually returned. Did he know everything that happened before?

"Senior Brother, you did me wrong, you gained fame and profit over the years, while I was like a dog without a home, hiding everywhere. Master asked you to take care of me on his deathbed, and this is how you took care of me. You really are a good senior brother."

Tang Qing’s voice came from all around, each word entering his ears causing a shiver.

"I didn’t, I did nothing at all, don’t come for me..."

Clang—a sound as the Peach Wood Sword fell to the ground.

Shen Cong staggered a few steps, collapsing to the ground, his head covered in sweat, his gaze unfocused.

"Dad, Dad, what’s wrong? Pull yourself together, our home has an exorcism spell, a Gathering Spirit Pond, that ghost is trying to scare you, it can’t get in..."

At this point, Shen Heying was even more composed than Shen Cong.

As a Xuan Sect family, the Feng Shui of the house was specially designed, from the front gate to the inner gate, and even to the main residence, you could say it was one barrier after another, and even the stone slabs on the ground were carved with Demon Exorcism Talismans.

So, all sorts of demons and ghosts wouldn’t dare break in on their own.

"Heying, Dad can’t handle it anymore; Dad is finished. Remember, no matter what happens, don’t call our peers. If I die, I die. This ghost is here to take my life, let it, but make sure not to let any peer come to help..."

With that, he spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out.

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