Twin female zombies come to the door: My lord, please have mercy!

At 2 PM, in the old city of Jiangzhou, at Panjiayuan Antique Street.

On the surface, this street sells fake antiques and cheap jade, but Lin Ye knows that at the deepest part of the antique street, there is an alley that only insiders can find.

During the day it's called the Chinese Medicine Street, and at night it's called the "Ghost Market".

This place is where all sorts of Taoist ritual implements, folk remedies, and even funerary objects dug out of the earthen pits circulate.

His grandfather brought him here once when he was a child.

Lin Ye, carrying a canvas bag, turned left and right through the narrow alley, finally stopping in front of a dilapidated shop whose signboard was almost falling off.

Above the entrance hangs a dusty wooden plaque that reads: "Half-Immortal Hall".

On the armchair by the door lay a gaunt old man dressed in a yellowed Tai Chi uniform, with two walnuts twirling in his hands.

The old man wore round-framed sunglasses and hummed an unknown opera tune, exuding the air of a hermit sage.

This man was Chen Banxian, the local tyrant of this street.

As soon as Lin Ye approached, Chen Banxian's eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, seemed to light up.

He immediately sat up from the armchair, put away the walnuts, made a few calculations with his right hand, and deliberately lowered his voice, saying in a hoarse tone:

"Young man, please wait! I observe that your forehead is dark, your face is flushed but also shrouded in yin energy. Your yang energy is weak and stagnant, yet your inner self is extremely empty. You have been entangled by something extremely yin! At best, you will lose ten years of your lifespan; at worst, you will die from the depletion of your yang energy!"

This rhetoric always works on those suckers who come to have their fortunes told.

But Lin Ye just rolled his eyes, walked over and kicked the leg of the armchair without any politeness:

"Stop playing tricks on me. Your methods might work on old ladies on the street. I'm just lacking in yang energy; it's from being tired from 'working' at night."

Chen Banxian pushed up his sunglasses and carefully examined Lin Ye for a few moments.

Suddenly, he sniffed hard, catching a lingering, exquisite, cold fragrance and pure Daoist aura emanating from Lin Ye.

The old man's expression instantly turned serious.

He straightened up, formed a strange hand seal in front of him, and took a half step forward with his right foot. This is called "stepping on the boundary between Yin and Yang".

Immediately afterwards, a series of sharp, martial arts slang terms came out of his mouth:

"The wind carries auspicious sounds, and a thousand sails pass by on the water. I am Chen Jiu, the Left Battalion Deputy General, of the Lushan Third Madam Sect, under the tutelage of Empress Chen, whose Dharma Master resides by the water. May I ask, young friend, which compass do you wield, and which family's incense do you receive?"

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

Although Chen Banxian looked sleazy, the moment he opened his mouth, the unique, semi-military aura of the Lushan Sect's Legalist teachings swept over you.

Lin Ye knew this was the rule in the industry, so he immediately dropped his nonchalant attitude.

He tucked his hands into his sleeves, bowed slightly, and met the incision with neither servility nor arrogance:

"I do not worship the Three Pure Ones, nor do I respect any Buddhas. I belong to no sect or school, but I run a small funeral parlor on Taiping Old Street. I rely on the Yin-Yang Master, and I eat the food of the Yellow Springs. In my left hand I hold the Yin-Yang Scales, and in my right hand I hold the incense for guiding the way. I am Lin Ye, and I greet Senior Chen."

"A funeral parlor on Taiping Old Street?"

Upon hearing this title, Chen Banxian nearly dropped his sunglasses.

His gaunt face showed an expression of extreme shock, then he looked at Lin Ye as if he were a monster:

"You...you're Old Lin's precious grandson?! The one with the legendary Pure Yang Dao Body who supposedly won't live past twenty?!"

"Is the old man that famous?"

Lin Ye raised an eyebrow. Sure enough, his grandfather was definitely not a nobody in the world of metaphysics.

"Big? Your grandfather was...!"

Chen Banxian finished speaking, but suddenly seemed to be wary of something, and swallowed the rest of his sentence.

He put his sunglasses back on and put on a shrewd smile.

"Ahem, so it's family. What brings you to my Half-Immortal Hall, young man of the Lin family?"

Lin Ye keenly noticed the pause in Chen Banxian's words, but he didn't delve into it; now was not the time to overturn the table.

"I'm here to buy medicine. I just made a small fortune, so I'm buying everything here."

Lin Ye took out his phone and showed his balance.

"I want ginseng that's over a hundred years old, the older the better. I also need top-grade cinnabar, black dog blood, and any old herbs with potent blood-nourishing properties—package them all up for me. Money is no object."

When Chen Banxian saw Lin Ye's long list of balances, his eyes instantly turned into the shape of coins.

"Sure, sure! Come inside!"

The two entered the dimly lit shop, and Chen Banxian reluctantly took out two carved wooden boxes from a moisture-proof safe.

"These two wild ginseng plants, one is 120 years old and the other is 150 years old, are both top-grade medicinal herbs that can prolong life."

"And this jar of cinnabar, it's genuine 'water-milled cinnabar.' For Old Lin's sake, I'll charge you 800,000 in total, no bargaining!"

Lin Ye didn't even blink: "Deal."

To keep those two big spenders in his family from draining his energy, he'd spend at least eight million, let alone eight hundred thousand.

After paying the money readily, Lin Ye packed the medicinal herbs into a canvas bag.

Just as he was about to leave, Chen Banxian's tone became somewhat mysterious and serious.

"Young man from the Lin family, I saw how smoothly you were making your cuts just now, and last night there was an extremely strong surge of lightning energy on Linjiang Road. The Ninth Bureau's monitoring equipment was almost off the charts. I suppose you were the one who caused that commotion?"

Lin Ye asked, somewhat puzzled, "Ninth Inning?"

"That is, the official organization, the State Administration for the Management of Abnormal Phenomena."

Chen Banxian handed over a cigarette and explained.

Lin Ye took the cigarette but didn't light it: "Understood. What's wrong? The Ninth Bureau wants to check the water meter?"

"No, that's not it. Those guys at the Ninth Bureau are in a huge mess right now, they don't have time to bother with a nobody like you."

Chen Banxian exhaled a smoke ring.

"The Fourth Mental Hospital in the west of the city has caused a major blunder."

"The Fourth Mental Hospital?" Lin Ye frowned. "Wasn't that abandoned a long time ago?"

"It was abandoned. But a week ago, a huge 'ghost wall' magnetic field inexplicably appeared there, sealing off the entire hospital."

"The Ninth Bureau sent two action teams in, but they were all wiped out inside, without even being able to send out a distress signal."

Chen Banxian gave Lin Ye a deep look.

"I retired from the Ninth Bureau a long time ago, but the higher-ups are now offering huge rewards for any extraordinary people in the community to get people out of trouble."

"The bounty is very generous, and it is said that the mental hospital is connected to a rare 'extremely yin spiritual spring' in Jiangzhou City."

Upon hearing the words "Extreme Yin Spiritual Spring," Lin Ye's heart skipped a beat.

That is an even rarer treasure of heaven and earth than the Ten Thousand Year Jade Bed!

If Leng Yue and Shuang Xing could soak in that spiritual spring, not only would Leng Yue's Red Hou cultivation level be greatly restored, but Shuang Xing could also complete a perfect evolution and transformation!

More importantly, with that thing, I won't have to be treated like a "human juicer" every day!

"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Chen. I'll think about it." Lin Ye casually tucked a cigarette behind his ear.

"Young man, take heed of your actions. And one more piece of advice..."

Seeing Lin Ye's noticeably unsteady steps, Chen Banxian patted him on the shoulder earnestly.

"Although you possess a pure Yang Dao body, in this world, there are only oxen that die from exhaustion, not land that is over-plowed. Young man, you must exercise restraint!"

Lin Ye's face darkened, and he turned and left.

……

As evening approached, the sun began to set.

Lin Ye, carrying a bag of life-saving medicinal herbs worth 800,000 yuan, pushed open the roller shutter door of the funeral parlor.

He froze as soon as he entered the door.

The previously empty second floor was filled with cheerful laughter and the loud clanging of wooden planks.

"Brother-in-law is back!"

Froststar poked her head out from the stairs barefoot and waved excitedly.

Lin Ye ran up to the second-floor bedroom, and the scene before him left him speechless.

The "3m by 3.2m super luxury imported soft bed" that he had ordered online that morning was already assembled and placed in the center of the bedroom!

The bed is ridiculously large, taking up almost half the room.

"Where are the delivery workers?"

Looking at the enormous scale of the project, Lin Ye asked incredulously.

Leng Yue, dressed in a tight-fitting gray knit dress, sat elegantly on the large bed, a hint of smugness flashing in her deep red eyes:

"Those mortals were far too weak; they were panting heavily after carrying just a few planks. In order not to disturb your rest tonight, I used a little magic to 'invite' them out and then assembled the planks myself."

"Please leave? You didn't scare them to death, did you?" Lin Ye covered his forehead.

"Don't worry, brother-in-law!"

Froststar bounced around on the huge spring mattress like a happy doll.

"My sister only used a tiny bit of her aura, and they ran away yelling 'It's a ghost!' They didn't even dare ask for the installation fee!"

Lin Ye sighed.

This is only possible in the old city. If it were in a high-end residential area with extensive surveillance, you would definitely be caught and dissected by those Ninth Bureau agents.

"Never mind, as long as the bed is assembled, that's fine."

Lin Ye walked to the bedside and placed the tonic, worth 800,000 yuan, on the bedside table.

Looking at the large bed that could comfortably accommodate four or five people, and Leng Yue sitting beside it.

Suddenly, his mind was filled with Leng Yue's promise, "After my bath tonight, I will try it on for you to see," and the succubus lace robe with only a few straps.

This big bed... it's probably going to undergo a severe shock absorption test tonight.