Max-Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey-Chapter 147 - The Profligate Ancestor

Chapter 147: Chapter 147: The Profligate Ancestor

Chapter 147: Chapter 147: The Profligate Ancestor

Jiangli walked to the gap in the tomb mound, holding a rooster.

Fu Shiyan and Xia Xin followed as well.

As she stood there with the rooster in her arms, before the crowd could clearly see what she was doing, she lifted her hand and the rooster instantly let out a piteous squawk.

A line of blood sprayed from its neck.

The bloodline seemed to have eyes, charging straight towards the gap in the tomb mound.

Wen Zishu’s eyes suddenly widened enormously, as he nudged Xia Xin’s arm and exclaimed softly, “Your abbot… is truly magical!”

Xia Xin glanced at him and silently closed his own mouth which had fallen open, with an air of shared pride, “Indeed, the ancestor is the flagship of Jiaoyang Temple, certainly powerful!”

Wen Zishu, thinking it was just an honorific, emphatically raised his thumb in agreement.

Fu Shiyan and Duan Jianchuan stood to the side, their gazes fixed solely on Jiangli.

After the rooster’s blood was scattered in, billows of green smoke immediately rose from the gap in the tomb mound.

Duan Jianchuan’s eyelids twitched slightly.

Wen Zishu’s heart raced even faster, could the abbot really be this impressive?

Even Xia Xin, who was accustomed to their ancestor’s abilities, was now stunned.

Though he’d long known of the ancestor’s skill, Jiangli’s displayed capabilities always surpassed Xia Xin’s imagination.

As Fu Shiyan watched the green smoke disperse, Jiangli placed the rooster on the ground and took out a handful of Copper Coins to throw into the tomb mound.

In no time, everyone sensed a tremor in the tomb mound’s aura, as if it had been cleansed by something.

Although they were mere mortals and couldn’t see anything, they could still feel that the atmosphere had changed here.

There had clearly been a tremendous transformation.

Curious, Wen Zishu stretched his neck to peer inside, where odd new trails of blood appeared, but these were distinctly different from the previous talisman patterns.

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The initial talisman patterns gave off a chilling sensation, causing one to feel cold throughout simply by glancing at them.

The talisman patterns that Jiangli had altered brought forth a refreshing feeling, inducing a sense of calm even in front of this tomb mound.

Clearly, the effects of the two types of talisman patterns were entirely different.

Xia Xin, shocked by the Copper Coins that Jiangli had thrown, also felt a pang of pain, realizing these must have been taken straight from the master’s Copper Coin Sword.

The master once said that sword was worth over a million.

And now, the ancestor had just dismantled it!

Xia Xin bitterly gazed at the Copper Coins inside the tomb mound, feeling the sting of their loss.

Afterward, Jiangli took out Talisman Paper and mixed it with the rooster’s blood, pasting it onto the position of the gap in the tomb mound.

In an instant, the gap in the tomb mound was restored as before, as if it had never been damaged.

Having completed all this, she dusted off her hands and said, “All done.”

Fu Shiyan snapped out of it, his gaze shifting from the tomb mound to Jiangli’s face, “That’s all it takes?”

“Mhm,” Jiangli nodded, “I’ve set up a Purification Array here, the terrain on this mountaintop is good; it would be a waste not to use it. In a moment, I’ll set up a Spirit Gathering Array along this ridgeline, and all will be well.”

Fu Shiyan expressed his thanks, “I am grateful, Abbot.”

Jiangli chuckled and shook her head, “No worries, just make sure you pay the usual fees. Setting up an array costs eight hundred thousand, and two would be one million six hundred thousand. Just transfer it to Xia Xin.”

Wen Zishu almost choked on his saliva when he heard this.

Although…but…

They had already paid eight hundred thousand before, and now it was another one hundred sixty thousand!

The abbot was practically robbing them!

However…

If it indeed worked, then it would be okay.

After all, this amount of money didn’t carry much value to his third brother.

With this thought, Wen Zishu calmed down.

Fu Shiyan readily agreed, “Fine, I’ll arrange it shortly.”

“Okay, then I’ll go set up the Spirit Gathering Array,” Jiangli said upon hearing she would have another one million six hundred thousand incoming, her spirits visibly lifted. She gestured to Xia Xin with a crook of her finger, “Come here, bring that rooster with you and follow me.”

(Xia Xin: It seems squandering is a genetic trait.)