The strangeness has come, I am a god with trillions of ghost money

Chapter 295 You want to get me fired? Apologize right now!

There was a snap.

The Sword Saint, wielding the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, leaped down from the sky and struck Xuanyuan Sheng directly in the face.

"Don't you recognize me? I'm your ancestor! You used to burn paper money for me every year, and my portrait was still hanging in the very center of your ancestral hall!"

You good-for-nothing brat, you're a complete idiot! You can't even recognize a person!

The Sword Saint didn't use divine power in this attack, but he didn't hold back either, leaving a large red mark on Xuan Yuansheng's face.

However, Xuanyuan Sheng had just fed the Xuanyuan Sword with his own blood, and his internal organs were in unbearable pain, so he couldn't care less about the pain on his face.

"Ancestor...?"

After being hit, Xuanyuan Sheng stood there blankly, staring at the Sword Saint for a long while.

Although the Sword Saint was wearing a modern yellow T-shirt and a yellow electric scooter helmet, his face was exactly the same as the portrait hanging in his family's ancestral hall!
Most importantly, he can unify all swords into one and even summon the Xuanyuan Divine Sword!

The first owner of the Xuanyuan Divine Sword was not Ancestor Wentian, but he had followed Ancestor Wentian for over a thousand years, which is why he was so willing to be summoned by Ancestor Wentian.

Even if someone else had mastered the "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One" technique, the sword spirit of the Xuanyuan Divine Sword might not have been willing to be summoned.

"Ancestor Wentian!"

After confirming the Sword Saint's identity, Xuanyuan Sheng was so excited that his voice choked up, and he knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"Ancestor, please save Xi'er! Xi'er is poisoned and her life hangs by a thread. I really have no other choice!"

Towards the end, even this several-hundred-year-old man, Xuanyuan Sheng, couldn't help but get teary-eyed and burst into tears.

"Stop crying, is that all the grit you've got?!"

The Sword Saint sternly rebuked her, then pointed in Song Mang's direction and said, "That's my boss. Whatever your conflict is, you have to apologize to her first!"

"...?"

Xuanyuan Sheng's choked voice paused.

He stared blankly at Song Mang, thinking he had misheard. "Ancestor, what... what did you say?"

Song Mang is a human, and only in her twenties, so how did she become his ancestor's boss?
Who was his ancestor?

That was a great sword cultivator from ancient times, a master of the Nascent Soul stage, a supreme swordsman who could shatter mountains and rivers with a single sword!
It is said that the ancestor only has the cultivation of the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage, but with the Xuanyuan Sword in hand, he can easily take on a half-step immortal at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage!
Such an extraordinary person would never work as someone's beast of burden, even in ancient times!
The swordsman impatiently repeated, "How can you be so hard of hearing at such a young age? She's my boss. I've only been working here a short time, and you're already chasing after her and attacking her. Do you want me to lose my job? Apologize right now!"

"But, but... she poisoned Xi'er, Ancestor, Xi'er is about to..."

Bang.

The Sword Saint delivered a powerful punch to Xuan Yuansheng's head, instantly causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Apologize! Right now!"

The Sword Saint said angrily, "What value does your son have? Why would the boss need to poison him? My boss has important things to do and doesn't have time to deal with your stupid son!"

With Xuanyuan Sheng's divine sword in the hands of the Sword Saint, coupled with the Sword Saint's bloodline suppression as the ancestor, Xuanyuan Sheng was left speechless.

Xuanyuan Sheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Song Mang with a complicated expression, and then stood up shakily.

He hesitated for a while, then finally clasped his hands in a fist and bowed to Song Mang, saying, "Miss Song, I apologize for offending you earlier."

Song Mang waved his hand and said, "It's alright, I understand your eagerness to save your son, but I still have to say that I didn't poison Xuan Yuanxi."

"Alright then, I have a new employee here who happens to be skilled in treating illnesses and concocting medicine. Let him go and take a look at Xuan Yuanxi." Because the Sword Saint was present, Xuan Yuansheng finally believed Song Mang's explanation, and his eyes showed more gratitude when he looked at her.

He clasped his hands in a fist and said again, "Miss Song doesn't hold a grudge and even recommended a doctor to me. She is extremely magnanimous! Thank you!"

If Xi'er can overcome this difficulty, I will certainly do my best to help Miss Song in the future!

Song Mang then looked at the eccentric doctor and said, "Go and take a look at Xuan Yuanxi. Although you are an eccentric, you should be able to cure human poisons, right?"

"No problem at all."

The quack doctor raised his chin and said, "I've thoroughly researched all the medicines available in the human world! Boss, I'm not bragging, but there's no poison in this world that I can't cure!"

Most of the poisons and elixirs in the world today probably originated from my recipes!

The eccentric doctor glanced at the Sword Saint and could sense that the swordsmanship aura emanating from this guy was even more intense than that of Xuan Yuan Sheng.

He coughed lightly and said, "Boss, everyone has different strengths. Although I'm not as fierce as these two guys in a fight, I'm a professional at detoxification!"

If Xuanyuan Sheng weren't a sword cultivator and didn't possess the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, even if he were a Nascent Soul cultivator, the Ghost Doctor could crush him in an instant.

Upon hearing this, the Sword Saint noticed the new employee next to Song Mang and sized him up for a while.

A sense of crisis rose in the Sword Saint's heart.

This guy seems to be more powerful than him; he can't even figure out what level the Ghost Doctor is at!
Will my boss ask him to deliver food in the future?
As the Sword Saint pondered, Song Mang's voice came again, "In that case, let the Ghost Doctor take a look."

"Everyone, please come with me!"

Having witnessed the Corpse Qi Water Dragon of the Strange Doctor, Xuan Yuansheng could tell at a glance that this person was a ruthless individual with unparalleled medical and poison skills.

Xuanyuan Sheng gestured for them to proceed, saying, "Xi'er is seriously injured and unconscious, so it's not advisable to move him. I'll have an old friend look after him outside."

Everyone followed him outside.

The mountain peak was cleaved open by Xuanyuan Sheng, creating a wide passageway.

Outside was the open space below the cliff.

Earlier, after Xuan Yuanxi and the others fell down, they happened to encounter Xuan Yuansheng, who was trapped here.

Not long after meeting Xuan Yuansheng, the poison in Xuan Yuanxi's body took full effect, and he suddenly fell into a coma. Xuan Yuansheng didn't even have time to ask him what was wrong.

"Old Qi."

Xuanyuan Sheng led them to a corner of the open space, where they found an old Taoist priest wearing a blue robe.

The old Taoist priest looked advanced in years, with some white hair mixed in with his tied-up hair, but he was vigorous and walked with great speed, clearly a person of high cultivation.

"Xuanyuan, you're finally back!"

Old Master Qi said with a worried expression, "Xuanyuan Xi and that boy from the Ouyang family haven't woken up yet, and their breathing is getting weaker and weaker. Have you found the antidote yet?"

"We haven't found an antidote, but we've found a skilled doctor to examine Xi'er first."

When the quack doctor saw the two unconscious people, he went over and took their pulses and observed them for a while.

Within about two minutes, the eccentric doctor noticed something amiss and coldly stared in Ouyang Chen's direction.

"Kid, you weren't poisoned at all. Get up now that you're awake. Aren't you tired of pretending for so long?"

(End of this chapter)