"I am coercing a sale? Clearly, it was my sister-in-law who agreed to my request, that I could ask for anything."

Yu Rongling, who had been bullied several times, finally became a bit afraid of Old Zhao.

At the very least, he didn't dare to charge up and start a fight, but could only protest indignantly while hiding behind me.

I rejected Yu Rongling's attempt to shift the blame, "Yu Er, given that your request was too excessive, I have decided to retract my earlier words. You've lost the right to make demands."

"What... What?? Sister-in-law, you can't go back on your word, how can you be so... so unreasonable!!" Yu Rongling felt heartbroken on the spot and, after entering the hotel corridor, threw himself on the ground and rolled around.

I did feel a bit sorry for Yu Rongling, but Old Zhao had such a strong presence that I could only say firmly, "So what if I go back on my word? You are the younger one, and I am the elder. There is an order to these things! What I say goes."

"I..."

Yu Rongling was so choked up with resentment that he practically had little ghosts swirling around me.

As soon as the hotel room door opened, he dashed in like an unleashed wild dog.

He found a corner to face the wall, turning his back to us, "The baby is angry, the kind that can't be soothed."

"Ah." I couldn't help but sigh, feeling guilty about Xiao Yuer yet not knowing how to make it up to him.

Maybe when we get back to the Snake Sect, I'll make him something delicious to eat.

From across the door, suddenly a loud thud of someone collapsing was heard.

Old Zhao, for some reason, had spat out blood and collapsed to the ground.

Lin Gang, the Walking Corpse following him, picked up a fireman's axe and swung it at Old Zhao's head.

I always carried the Yin Bell that my Maternal Granduncle from Tianying Village gave me, and now I pricked it into Lin Gang's back first, commanding, "Hit your own head with the axe."

The Yin Bell had an irresistible power over the control of Walking Corpses.

"Su!" The Walking Corpse spoke too slowly; Lin Gang couldn't even finish pronouncing my name.

His body uncontrollably rammed his head onto the axe he held, instantly gashing his forehead open, blood gushing down in streams and filling the air with the scent of iron.

I had assumed Old Zhao had suffered a backlash from Lin Gang, who couldn't control his transformation into a Walking Corpse. But after helping him up, I realized it seemed more like his internal energy was severely depleted, showing signs of dispersing his power.

If he didn't regulate his breathing and recover immediately, he was in great danger of cooling off completely.

Lin Gang must have launched an attack due to a temporary loss of control caused by Old Zhao's indisposition.

Supporting Old Zhao to the bed, I asked softly, "What's wrong with you?"

"He exhausted all his strength in the fight just now," Xiao Shenshen answered for Old Zhao.

She took the initiative to pour some mineral water into a cup, her fingers stirring in the cup for a moment.

She handed the water, now with a hint of Ginseng flavour, to Old Zhao's lips.

Old Zhao's eyes flickered, and as he took the cup and sipped slowly, a slight smile spilled across his lips, "I didn't want to fight, but when others insist on troubling me, I have no choice but to engage."

"Lin Gang's Meishan Mountain Witchcraft really is strong and eerie." I glanced at Lin Gang, who stood still as a log, controlled by the Yin Bell.

Even if Lin Gang died, the residual forces of Meishan Mountain Witchcraft within him remained potent.

Although Old Zhao held an impressive status, once he arrived in the Lower Realm, he must have been significantly weakened. He had even experienced Soul Dispersal before, so his current cultivation was probably rebuilt.

That's why, while staying in the village, he became tainted by the evil qi and contracted Snake Scales.

Engaging with Lin Gang almost brought about mutual destruction.

But because of his prideful nature, he endured until they reached the hotel room before his condition worsened.

After drinking the Ginseng Water, Old Zhao's condition visibly improved compared to when he was spitting blood; now, weak and exhausted, he leaned against the headboard and murmured, "They transformed my Immortal Vase into an Evil Bottle. The Evil Bottle, infused with the power of an Immortal Artifact, do you think the people it harms simply die?"

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