Zhu Tiedan let out a long breath of relief, his legs going soft as he collapsed onto the ground. “Mommy…”0

He had heard plenty of strange village tales before and had even seen shamans and spirit mediums perform rituals, but this bizarre experience was something entirely new to him. But alongside the fear, excitement also rose in his heart.0

It was no wonder the gang leader treated Master Chen with such reverence and demanded everyone show proper respect. Any sign of disrespect was punished with three stabs, leaving them with six holes. With someone so powerful backing them, what was there to fear?0

If he sucked up enough, maybe he could even learn an immortal art himself!0

Then, whenever he fancied some pretty young girl, he could simply drug her and carry her home. Whenever he spotted a wealthy household, he could use some sorcery to spirit their valuables away.0

Wouldn’t that kind of life be as blissful as an immortal’s?0

It wasn’t entirely Zhu Tiedan’s fault for indulging in such fantasies. The mystic path held the highest status in Jianghu, and not everyone had the opportunity to come into contact with them, especially lowlife hoodlums like him.0

He knew nothing about the rules and taboos of the mystic path,...0