The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

The out-of-control mahogany luxury carriage sped off at breakneck speed.

The wheels made a screeching sound as they rolled over the ground.

The driver let out a terrified scream.

The carriage stumbled and lurched as it rushed into the gate of the Great Yan Emperor's brother-in-law's residence.

The Imperial Brother-in-Law's residence was instantly thrown into chaos, like a pot of boiling porridge.

The usually strict maids and servants were now running around the courtyard like headless flies.

Some carried hot water, others carried towels, and they stumbled out to fetch a doctor.

"Quickly! Carry the master into the main house!"

The First Madam of the Imperial Brother's Mansion was so anxious that she was covered in sweat and wept bitterly.

Several strong servants quickly carried the emperor's brother-in-law, who was writhing in pain on the ground, to his bed.

However, the doctor employed in the manor took one look and was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, saying that he was powerless to help.

The emperor's brother-in-law was writhing in pain on the bed, banging his head against the bedpost.

His gorgeous clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and he was on the verge of dying from the pain.

Just as the First Madam was in despair and preparing to go to the palace to seek the imperial physician, the entire Imperial Uncle's mansion was thrown into chaos.

Suddenly, a haughty clamor arose outside the gate.

"Make way! Make way, all of you! The red-robed deacon of the Netherworld Cult has arrived!"

After the shrill, grating sound of the copper bell, which was meant to be superstitious.

The red-robed deacon of the cult, accompanied by a group of charlatans, swaggered into the residence of the emperor's brother-in-law.

He held a skull staff covered in eerie runes in his hand, his face full of arrogant arrogance.

Today, on the streets of the capital of the Great Yan Kingdom, he personally witnessed the emperor's brother-in-law clutching his stomach and writhing in pain inside the carriage.

For him, this was like a huge windfall!

This is a golden opportunity to steal credit and make money.

If we could cure the current emperor's brother-in-law in public, we could not only severely suppress that newly opened science cultivation academy across the street.

They could also make a great contribution to the cult leader and take the opportunity to make a fortune from this incredibly wealthy mansion.

"Madam, don't panic. This illness of the Imperial Brother-in-law cannot be treated by ordinary, mediocre doctors."

The red-clad butler strode over to the bedside, then pretended to glance down at the emperor's brother-in-law, who was writhing in pain.

"This is due to evil spirits possessing the body. Only the personal protection of the gods of our Netherworld Cult can cure this ailment!"

The First Madam, as if grasping at a straw, knelt down with a thud.

"Please, Your Excellency, save my master! We're willing to pay any amount of incense money as long as he can be cured!"

A glint of greed flashed in the red-robed deacon's eyes. He snorted coldly and raised the skull staff high in his hand.

"Set up the formation! Invite the divine water!"

He gave the order.

The seven or eight charlatans behind him immediately surrounded the emperor's brother-in-law's bed.

A chaotic, unruly shamanistic dance.

He muttered obscure and incomprehensible incantations under his breath.

The group kept throwing yellow paper money into the air, making the expensive room smell terrible.

The red-clad butler himself took to the field, leaping and bounding around the bed with a peach wood sword, pretending to fight an invisible evil spirit.

He jumped for a full incense stick's time, until he was covered in sweat and panting heavily.

He then stopped what he was doing.

He pulled out several strange talisman papers covered with red cinnabar from his pocket.

With a flick of his fingertip, he used his internal force to ignite the talisman.

He threw all the ashes from the fire into a large black porcelain bowl filled with murky well water.

He then took a handful of blackened incense ash from the temple incense burner from his tattered cloth bag.

He poured it all into the talisman water and stirred it a couple of times with his unwashed fingers.

What was originally just murky well water has turned into a bowl of thick, black mud soup with a pungent, earthy, and strange smell.

This thing is far from being used for treating illnesses.

Even a person with a healthy digestive system would have diarrhea for three days and three nights after drinking it.

"Quickly! Pry open the Emperor's brother-in-law's mouth and force him to drink these three bowls of incomparably precious divine water!"

The red-clad deacon shouted, his face full of inscrutable intent.

Two burly charlatans immediately pounced on him.

They held down the emperor's brother-in-law, who was in so much pain that he was about to lose consciousness and was completely powerless to resist, like pressing down on a pig on both sides.

They forcibly pried open his mouth and poured the filthy incense ash and talisman water down his throat.

"Gulp, gulp..."

The emperor's brother-in-law was choked by the foul-smelling black muddy water, his eyes rolling back in his head. He gripped the bedsheet beneath him, convulsing and struggling in pain.

One bowl isn't enough.

The red-clad butler then had three more bowls poured down his throat.

Only when the emperor's brother-in-law's belly was bulging outwards and black liquid was flowing down the corners of his mouth did the red-robed steward wipe his hands with satisfaction.

"Don't worry, Madam. Once the divine water enters his stomach, the evil spirits will be eliminated, and the Imperial Brother-in-law will soon be full of energy and able to walk again."

The first wife looked at her husband on the bed with hopeful eyes, her hands clasped together in prayer.

However, the miracle did not happen.

But disaster struck as expected.

The emperor's brother-in-law, who was forced to drink three large bowls of incense ash and black mud water, did not experience any relief from the severe abdominal cramps.

Instead, the dirty incense ash and muddy water irritated the already severely inflamed stomach and intestines, triggering an even more violent and terrible disease reaction.

"Ugh!"

The emperor's brother-in-law let out a shrill, inhuman roar, his body arching upwards like a fully drawn bow.

His eyes rolled back, leaving only horrifying whites in his eye sockets.

Its mouth was wide open, spewing out white foam, which was mixed with the black water that had just been poured in.

His limbs convulsed violently on the bed as if electrified, causing the expensive canopy bed to creak and groan as if it might fall apart at any moment.

"Master! Master, what's wrong? Don't scare me!"

The first wife was terrified and screamed shrilly as she lunged forward to hold him down.

The room was plunged into panic and chaos once again.

"My lord, what's going on?! My master looks like he's about to die!"

The First Madam clutched the sleeve of the red-clad steward, weeping uncontrollably.

The red-clad deacon shuddered as he looked at the Imperial Brother-in-law, who was convulsing, foaming at the mouth, and on the verge of death.

broken!

Did we feed them too much incense ash water?

This is the emperor's brother-in-law of the Great Yan Kingdom! If he really dies by his own hand, then his time as a red-robed steward is over, and the regent will definitely skin him alive!

But in front of so many families, he couldn't admit that he was a quack doctor who had harmed them.

The red-clad butler's eyes darted around, and he quickly adopted a haughty, somewhat angry expression.

He slammed his skull staff heavily on the ground, letting out a deafening roar.

"Foolish mortals! Stop making such a racket!"

"The Emperor's brother-in-law isn't suffering from some mundane ailment; he's been possessed by a centuries-old evil spirit!"

"The divine water I just fed that demon is incredibly powerful. It has forced the evil spirit to reveal its true form and is making its final, death throes, which is why it is in so much pain!"

The First Madam wailed and cried, completely losing her mind: "What should we do now! Please, Your Excellency, have mercy and quickly subdue this evil spirit!"

The red-clad deacon snorted coldly, putting on a hypocritical act of compassion and helplessness.

"This evil spirit harbors too much resentment; the Imperial Uncle has clearly suffered divine punishment and angered the gods of the underworld!"

"To quell the gods' overwhelming wrath, those few bowls of divine water are no longer enough."

The red-clad butler took the opportunity to make exorbitant demands, revealing his ugly face of greed.

"You must immediately donate half of your household's wealth to the gods in order to completely drive away the evil spirits!"

"Otherwise, even a god couldn't save him! You should start preparing for the Emperor's brother-in-law's funeral today!"

Half of the family fortune?!

This is the most powerful mansion of the emperor's brother-in-law in the Great Yan Kingdom! Half of his family's wealth is an astronomical figure that could rival the wealth of a nation!

Upon hearing these words, the First Madam was struck dumb, collapsing in despair onto the cold ground.

This is blatant extortion!

It's taking advantage of someone's misfortune!

But looking at her husband on the bed, who was barely breathing and only taking in air, she, a woman with no opinions of her own, had no other choice.

"I'll donate... as long as it can save the master's life, we'll donate half of our fortune!"

The First Madam wept bitterly, her psychological defenses crumbling.

The red-clad deacon was overjoyed, but outwardly he still pretended to be reluctant and that everything was for the sake of all living beings.

"Very good, the gods will see your devout hearts."

He turned his head and gave his trusted charlatan a longing wink.

The charlatan under his command understood immediately and pulled out a pre-prepared property transfer contract from his wide sleeves.

Even the red inkpad for pressing handprints was prepared perfectly. He squatted down and handed it to the First Madam.

"Since the First Madam is so understanding and righteous, please sign and affix your seal to this contract immediately."

"Once you sign, I will immediately use my supreme magic to ensure the safety of the Imperial Uncle for the rest of his life."

The First Madam stretched out her pale hand, trembling, her tear-filled eyes filled with humiliation, helplessness, and despair.

Her fingers slowly approached the box of red inkpad.

The family members of the Emperor's brother's household wept in despair around them, but no one dared to step forward to stop this heinous act.

The mansion was shrouded in a suffocating cloud.

Just as the red-clad butler's lips curled into a smile, preparing to receive this immense fortune...

Just as the First Madam was about to press her fingerprint to complete the contract of servitude...

"Bang!!!"

A terrifying explosion, as loud as thunder, resounded in the center of the courtyard of the Imperial Uncle's residence.

The powerful impact caused the floors of all the rooms to tremble violently.

Everyone in the room was startled by the sudden loud noise and turned to look at the door.

The main gate of the Imperial Brother-in-Law's Mansion was a full two inches thick, made of century-old nanmu wood, and incredibly sturdy.

He was kicked away from the outside, flying all the way to the ground!

The two heavy doors, accompanied by a whistling sound, traced a brutal parabola through the air before crashing heavily into the center of the courtyard.

Amidst swirling dust.

A beautifully sculpted little girl stands with one foot on a broken nanmu wood door panel.

On her thin, frail shoulders she carried a lump of iron several times larger than herself!

The little dumpling raised his chin high and arrogantly surveyed the stunned crowd in the room.

The clear, childlike voice resounded like thunder throughout the Imperial Uncle's residence.

"Incompetent doctors are harming people! Get out of the way, a legitimate doctor is trying to steal our business!"