Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 206 Still want to eat? We're here to take you away!
Ding Shi Yuan Nei
The courtyard was extremely spacious, filled with the smoke of incense, like a fairyland.

In the middle, a flat area was left open, where three large cauldrons were placed, with charcoal fires burning beneath them. The flames were faint, but the temperature was very high.

The cauldron was simmering with meat broth, bubbling and rolling, with the remains of corpses bobbing around in the boiling soup.

Judging from the occasional exposed shinbones, these corpses were all quite young, probably around the same age as the young girls in Wuhe Village, around five or six years old.

A quick glance revealed that there were nearly twenty corpses boiling in the three large cauldrons.

This doesn't even include the meat racks on both sides of the courtyard.

The meat racks here are even more impressive than the feasts on Bone Mountain; there are no cattle or sheep, only people!
Each meat rack has nine hooks, for both men and women, and they are all fully loaded with meat.

There were four such meat racks displayed in the courtyard.

In front of each meat rack stood two people slicing meat. Their knife skills were extremely good. They could precisely remove every bit of flesh from the bones and also cut meat to their liking according to different taste preferences.

It could be slices of meat, chunks of meat, or shredded meat.
Beyond the large cauldron, two rows of long tables come into view.

The top row has twelve long tables, but unlike the lower row, eleven of them are covered with red cloth.

On each long table covered with a red cloth, there was a shrine and an incense burner, with incense smoke rising from the shrine and emitting a fragrant mist.

Apart from one table, connected to the incense smoke, ten long tables were each behind which floated illusory figures. These people had white hair and long beards, and had an otherworldly air and extraordinary demeanor, just like the immortals and gods in the stories.

These ten immortals, bathed in incense smoke, seemed to be sitting on a cloud bed, each holding a different set of tableware, enjoying the meat dishes sent to them by the descendants of the He family.

There are steamed and boiled dishes, grilled dishes, and blood dishes.
As for the empty table in the very center, it wasn't covered with a red cloth.

Seeing that Li Wushou was quite curious about these things, He Shan explained in a low voice:
"That is the position of our ancestor, True Person Fufeng. However, our ancestor has something to attend to and may not participate in the offerings at the Ancestor's Restaurant."

After offering a hasty explanation, He Shan glanced apologetically at Li Wushou, gesturing for him to wait a moment in the right-hand corridor. He then led his son through the corridor, turned left into the courtyard, and hurried towards the center of the second row of long tables.

The second row of long tables doesn't have that many seats; there are only seven long tables.

There was no red cloth on the table, and it was a bit shorter than the first row, but the height was about the same.

Sitting on the platform were seven middle-aged cultivators, each of whom, judging from the aura emanating from them, was a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

The one in the center exuded a calm and imposing aura, his every gesture carrying an air of unyielding authority.

He Shan and his son went directly to the courtyard, knelt down before the long table in the center, and respectfully said:

"He Shan, accompanied by his son He Mingfeng, pays respects to the clan chief and greets all the clan elders."

The seven middle-aged cultivators at the head of the table had varying expressions, some indifferent, some unconcerned, and some smiling, clearly indicating that there were also many factions within the He family.

The head of the He family waved his hand and asked solemnly:

"How is the matter of the Tenth Patriarch?"

He Shan hurriedly began to explain in detail to the people seated above. Upon hearing this, the expressions of the people seated above turned somewhat unpleasant.

Especially the one on the left of the clan leader, whose expression was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

Because besides the tenth patriarch, his son also disappeared, and now it seems that he is also in grave danger.

Moreover, because his son summoned away the Ten Ancestors, causing them to disappear, he was attacked by other clan elders.

After pondering for a moment, the clan chief decided to report the matter to his ancestor, Ancestor Fufeng, and see what he would decide then.

So he waved his hand and said to He Shan:

"Take your son aside and have him inscribed with talismans for the newly chosen guardian deity!"

He Shan nodded in agreement and was about to lead his son aside, where several direct descendants of the He family were engraving inscriptions.

But then he suddenly remembered Li Wushou, whom he had just brought home, so he returned to the field and quickly began to explain Li Wushou's situation.

A sedan chair carried by a golden and silver boy, a yin-yang Taoist robe, and a yin-yang diagram that can hold objects?

Everyone became interested upon hearing this, since their ancestor had also been obsessed with the Yin-Yang philosophy lately.

If the items on this person are beneficial to the Ancestor, then they will surely be able to dispel the Ancestor's anger over the unfortunate fate of the Tenth Ancestor.

The crowd's spirits lifted instantly.

"Please invite that wandering sorcerer in!"

Upon hearing the clan chief's words, He Shan's face lit up with joy, and he quickly bowed to accept the order.

He then turned around and returned to the right corridor, extending a warm invitation to Li Wushou.

Li Wushou nodded expressionlessly and started to follow.

Following the corridor, past the three large cauldrons in the courtyard, and through the meat racks on the right side of the courtyard, which were covered with corpses.

The seven Foundation Establishment cultivators from the He family at the second row of long tables all tilted their heads and smiled as they sized up Li Wushou, who had been brought by He Shan.

He Shan turned to the left, walked to the main table, and introduced them with a happy expression:

"Fellow Daoist Li, this is the patriarch of my He family, and the others..."

Before he could finish speaking, the patriarch, who had been smiling, suddenly turned grim, and a glance around revealed that the other elders were the same.

He Shan's heart skipped a beat, somewhat confused. He subconsciously turned around and looked towards the corridor beside him.

Li Wushou, who was supposed to follow him from the corridor into the courtyard, had somehow walked straight to the first row of long tables directly opposite the corridor.

The long table was dedicated to the eleventh ancestor of the He family, who was currently bathing in incense and drinking meat soup from a soup bowl.

Upon seeing this, He Shan quickly shouted:
"Fellow Daoist Li, do not be rude. That is the eleventh ancestor of my He family, hurry up." Halfway through his sentence, Li Wushou, who was standing in front of the long table of the eleventh ancestor, suddenly revealed a smile on his lips.

Then suddenly he reached out and slapped the soup bowl out of the eleventh patriarch's hand.

He leaned forward, placed his feet on the long table where the eleventh patriarch was sitting, grabbed the eleventh patriarch by the neck, pulled him in front of him, and asked in a cold voice:

"Still eating? We're here to take you away!"

He Shan was dumbfounded. Of course, it wasn't just He Shan; even the seven Foundation Establishment elders of the He family seated above, as well as the ancestors of the sacrificial offerings from the food stall, were somewhat stunned.

Even the eleventh patriarch, who was being held in Li Wushou's hands, was momentarily stunned.

The eleventh patriarch, realizing what was happening, quickly turned grim. His previous ethereal and otherworldly demeanor vanished, and a large amount of incense smoke flowed into his body.

The incense smoke billowed and surged, and the Yin spirit of the eleventh patriarch began to twist and deform. The skin on his face cracked inch by inch, the illusory flesh rolled up, and sharp bone spurs grew out. His eyes were blood red as he stared intently at Li Wushou. Then, he looked up to the sky and let out a furious roar:

"Ah! Ooh!"

Seeing the eleventh patriarch's ferocious appearance, Li Wushou's palm surged with blood energy, and he squeezed even harder, directly cutting off the eleventh patriarch's roar.

The scorching blood energy rushed into the eleventh ancestor's body, making him feel as if he were in a furnace, being burned by flames.

But Li Wushou was gripping his neck, and he couldn't break free or roar; he could only whimper in pain.

"Be bold!"

"presumptuous!"

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Several angry roars echoed through the courtyard, and the ancestors of the He family in the first row and the elders of the He family in the second row all put down their bowls and chopsticks and stood up.

With a flash of light and shadow, the elder in the second row who was closest to Li Wushou had vanished from his spot.

When he reappeared, he was already beside Li Wushou.

He held a short sword in his hand, its blade engraved with inscriptions, and a pure Yin energy contained within it.

"Die!"

With a cold murmur, the short sword pierced towards Li Wushou's temple, a buzzing sound ringing in his ears, as if countless souls were howling.

The servants slicing meat in the courtyard covered their ears in pain, their heads throbbing.

Li Wushou, carrying the eleventh ancestor of the He family, frowned slightly, the roars of the living souls irritating him.

Facing the elder's deadly sword strike, Li Wushou neither dodged nor evaded. At the very moment the elder was about to strike, he raised his left hand, clenched his fist, and slammed it into the elder's chest.

A violent force exploded in an instant on the chest of the He family elder.

The protective spiritual energy was torn apart as easily as if it were made of paper.

A large hole exploded in his chest, and the He family elder's face suddenly turned red. Then his blood vessels ruptured, and in the blink of an eye, he became a blood-soaked figure and flew backward.

The other elder who had been closest to him just moments before changed his expression drastically and hurriedly reached out his hands to catch him.

"Bang~!"

With another muffled thud, the two elders who tried to catch him were slammed into the artificial hill on the side of the courtyard, causing rocks to shatter and scatter instantly.

The boys who were still engraving inscriptions on the guardian deities were suddenly panicked and hurriedly retreated to the side, following the adults from their respective families.

The He family patriarch's pupils contracted; such strength!
He had clearly seen that the devastating punch he had just received was not imbued with any spiritual power; it was solely due to the young wandering sorcerer's own blood and energy.

Even the Yin spirit of the eleventh ancestor was firmly sealed by the opponent's blood energy at this moment.

Is this a human or a ferocious beast?
How can a person have such abundant vital energy?

After exchanging a glance with an elder beside him, Clan Chief He signaled to the elder to quickly inform Ancestor Fufeng.

With such strength, and having entered the He family, they attacked without hesitation, and with such ruthlessness. The elder who was just punched is clearly not going to survive. This person clearly has ill intentions and is not planning to leave peacefully.

He had a strong sense of unease.

It seems the other party doesn't even respect Ancestor Fufeng!
Composing himself, and taking advantage of the moment when the clan elder was informing Ancestor Fufeng, the He clan patriarch stepped forward and spoke to Li Wushou:
"This wandering Taoist priest, my He family has always maintained good relations with others, and we have no enmity with you whatsoever. Is there some misunderstanding?"

Li Wushou, carrying the 11th Ancestral Yin God who was constantly wailing, slowly turned around and looked at the He family members and the Yin God who were on high alert.

For some reason, I felt the frustration in my chest dissipate, and I felt a sense of relief.

A slight smile appeared on Li Wushou's lips as he looked at the stunned He Shan and said:
"There's no misunderstanding. I came to the banquet at the invitation of Fellow Daoist He Shan! It's just that I don't like the food you prepared."

He Shan's face turned pale, and his body trembled like a leaf.

Upon hearing this, the head of the He family also felt a pause in his breath. Was there no misunderstanding? Just because the food didn't suit his taste?
You didn't sit at the table either!

You overturned the table of the He family ancestors as soon as you arrived!

The He family patriarch was furious. Even though he knew Li Wushou was powerful, he could not suppress his anger. This was simply too much!
Seeing that the clan leader was about to explode, an elder quickly interjected, saying that since Ancestor Fufeng hadn't arrived yet, they should first calm this madman down to avoid further casualties. He then tried to smooth things over by saying:

"I see. I had no idea what it was about. Just tell me what you'd like to eat, and I'll have someone arrange it for you right away, shall I?"

Li Wushou's smile widened, and then, to the astonishment of the He family members and the Yin God, he opened his mouth and stuffed the Yin God of the He family's eleventh ancestor into his mouth.

He chewed a few times, gulped it down, and swallowed it.

"No need for trouble, I prefer to prepare it myself, it tastes better that way!"

(End of this chapter)