I train Batman in a horror world

Shi Jian had never felt so humiliated.

As the senior disciple of a sect, he was always treated with utmost respect and regarded as a great figure.

But today.

The stupid thing his son did made him lose face on the spot!

You might argue that these so-called victim testimonies are insufficient to constitute complete evidence.

Vague terms like "spiritual communion".

But others might not understand, how could he, as the senior disciple, not understand?!

Those fellow disciples who rushed back because of the second Maoshan Conference surely understand!

Look at Shi Shaojian's face now.

Look again at the resentment clinging to him.

Anyone with even a basic understanding of Taoist magic could tell that this guy had wicked intentions and was like an evil cultivator!

And such people.

But it was his son, his apprentice!

simply!!!

"Sizzle—"

A wisp of electric arc instantly appeared around Shi Jian's clenched fist.

However, the appearance of this string of blue electric arcs, after attracting the attention of all the fellow disciples, immediately dissipated.

"Senior Brother, although I don't know who convened this Maoshan Conference, I suddenly remembered that I have some things to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."

"Senior Brother, I just remembered I have a feng shui consultation to attend to..."

"Senior Brother, you've confiscated my Taoist temple's robes..."

Upon witnessing this scene, the Taoist priests who had rushed back for the Maoshan Conference almost simultaneously chose to disperse and leave.

Otherwise, if we stay any longer, we'll not only embarrass our senior brother, but also ourselves.

They don't want to be labeled as birds of a feather.

"Senior Brother, please accept my condolences."

Uncle Nine said this when he passed by Shi Jian.

Then Shi Jian stared at him coldly, "What's with the mourning? Is Shao Jian dead?"

"this......"

"I think your apprentice is not far from death, so many people are condemning him!" Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai said with a smile.

"Um?!"

Shi Jian's eyes seemed to flash with lightning, startling the two talkative men who immediately shut up.

Shi Jian withdrew his gaze and asked coldly, "Junior brother, where is your foreign disciple?"

Uncle Nine hesitated for a moment, then said, "He went back a long time ago."

Shi Jian asked, "Really? Then who convened this Maoshan Conference?"

Uncle Nine shook his head, indicating that he did not know.

Of course, whether he knew or not, Uncle Nine would never tell Shih Kin Bruce's current whereabouts.

Right now, the eldest brother is in a fit of rage; who knows what he might do?

The second Maoshan Conference ended hastily.

But the criticism and denunciation meeting regarding Shi Shaojian was not over yet.

Not far away.

Shi Shaojian's hair was covered in rotten egg liquid and rotten cabbage, making him look particularly disheveled.

The onlookers were indignant, believing that this guy's existence was a disgrace to the Taoist priest's reputation!

Captain Awei, standing among them, couldn't help but beam with joy.

The harsher Shi Shaojian is scolded, the greater his role becomes!

After all, he was the one who caught this outrageous bastard!

"Oh dear, Taoist priest, you've seen it for yourself, your disciple has truly committed some heinous acts..."

"No need to say more."

Shi Jian raised his hand, stopping Captain Awei's smugness.

He looked coldly at his son, "It's all my fault for failing to properly guide my followers. You can deal with him however you see fit."

"Really?" Captain Awei asked in surprise.

"good."

Shi Jian spoke firmly, as if he had given up on his son, and turned to leave.

Shi Shaojian felt a chill run down his spine at such a heartless demeanor.

He shouted, "Father! I've been framed!"

Unfortunately, after he said those words, his father did not stop, leaving only a resolute and estranged figure behind.

At this moment, a rosy hue appeared on Shi Shaojian's pale face.

He recalled a scene he had witnessed before this incident occurred.

"It's that foreign apprentice of Lin Fengjiao!" (Uncle Nine's secular name)

"It was him! He convened the Maoshan Conference! He's the one who got me into this mess!"

"It's him, Father! It's that Bat Taoist Priest!"

Shi Jian suddenly stopped in his tracks.

But only for a short while.

They then left without lingering.

"Hey, who gave you permission to talk about Uncle Nine's foreign apprentice like that?!"

Captain Awei, who had been listening in the background, immediately became unhappy.

Uncle Nine's foreign apprentice was another honored guest of the Ren family besides Uncle Nine.

He wouldn't allow anyone to talk about Bruce like that!

"Serves you right for being so talkative!"

After satisfying his urge to slap Shi Shaojian, Captain Awei sent men to detain him.

Shi Shaojian, who was taken away, did not show the disappointment one might expect.

On the contrary, he understood his father's underlying meaning.

My father will come looking for me again!

With Shi Shaojian taken away, the lively campaign rally came to an end.

Captain Awei beamed with joy amidst the praise from the enthusiastic crowd.

"I am the brave and mighty Awei!"

"..."

......

It was evening.

Shi Jian eventually came looking for his son.

He used his connections to secure a visitation opportunity in prison.

now.

Inside the prison cell.

"Shao Jian."

"father!"

Shi Shaojian, who had been curled up, instantly woke up upon hearing his father's voice.

He scrambled to the lever and looked at his father through the window.

"Explain this to me properly!"

Shi Jian squinted, wanting to find out from his son what that brat named Bruce Wayne had done!

How incredibly audacious!

"After I lost consciousness... I saw... but in the end, I saw him with my own eyes!"

Shi Shaojian angrily said, "Everything that happened today was orchestrated by him. It was his convening of the Maoshan Conference again that has brought me to this point!"

Shi Jian was silent for a while, then sighed and said, "It's all my fault for being too lenient with you."

"No!"

Shi Shaojian's expression instantly became agitated: "It's not your fault, Father. This is how my life is going to be. Father, you did nothing wrong!"

"..."

His tone showed absolutely no remorse for the crimes he had committed!

He harbored an overwhelming resentment towards the little Taoist priest with bat eyes!

It was the other party who got me into this situation!

"You should stay put for a while, I'll see if there's an opportunity..."

"No!"

Shi Shaojian interrupted his father's speech.

"I don't need my father to rescue me. You've done enough for me, Father. It's time for me to repay you!"

His expression was so frantic it bordered on madness.

"My father has helped me so many times; it's my turn to repay him!"

"Rewards?" Shi Jian was puzzled for a moment.

"That's right, Father. All you need to do is refine me into a corpse demon, and after I personally kill this foreign brat, you can then take me in and I'll be among the immortals!"

Upon hearing this, Shi Jian froze on the spot.

"Do you even know what you're saying?!" Shi Jian roared, his voice like thunderclap in a storm!

"Of course I know, Father. This is how my life is. You've helped me so many times, it's my turn to repay you!" Shi Shaojian replied.

Before Shi Jian could speak again, Shi Shaojian, with a certain determination, turned around and slammed his head against the wall of the cell.

boom!

In an instant, a striking bloodstain was left on the wall!

"Shaojian!" Shi Jian's eyes widened.

now.

Shi Shaojian slumped against the wall like a lump of mud.

His face was covered in blood, and he wore a sickly smile.

"Father...you've turned me into a corpse demon. I want to kill this brat with my own hands, and then you can take me in too, and I'll be among the immortals!"

"Shao Jian..."

Shi Jian was in great pain, never expecting things to turn out this way!

He reached out to touch his son's body through the iron bars, but stopped at a certain moment.

Looking back.

A bright white full moon hung high in the night sky, its light as clear as water, creating a scene of utter solitude.

Then, in the next moment.

A bat flew by.