Perhaps he had drunk quite a bit.
Uncle Tang, at this moment, was somewhat agitated.
He even slammed the table as he spoke.
His eyes clearly held excitement and murderous intent.
This showed just how much Uncle Tang hated the "Youming Cult."
This time, my master didn't retort to him.
Instead, he sat to the side and took a drink for himself.
Mo and I watched silently from the side, not knowing what to say.
However, from Uncle Tang's words,
We heard the name "Yunxiao."
Coupled with Daoist Master Yunxia mentioning her senior sister earlier,
I suspected that the "Yunxiao" Daoist Master Tang was referring to might be the person both my master and Uncle Tang cared about.
Daoist Master Yunxia took a deep breath and raised his wine cup.
"Brother Tang, Brother Gu, little sister toasts you both.
I hope we return victorious this time..."
Master and Uncle Tang had also drunk quite a bit. They poured more wine and took another sip.
Mo and I could only pour drinks for them from the side, listening to their idle chat.
Occasionally, we would ask a question or two.
During their conversation, we vaguely understood that
Master and Uncle Tang were apparently rivals in love before.
And the woman who made both Master and Uncle Tang feel guilty for their entire lives
was Daoist Master Yunxia's senior sister, Yunxiao.
Furthermore, it seemed that due to some incident, this senior Yunxiao also died at the hands of the Youming Cult members.
Consequently, discord arose between Master and Uncle Tang.
As for whether this was true, I couldn't be certain.
But from their fragmented words, I had a sixty to seventy percent chance of being correct.
After the meal, Master and Uncle Tang were drunk.
Daoist Master Yunxia asked Mo and me to escort them back to rest.
When it came time to pay the bill, Xia Qiuqi settled it.
She also mentioned that they were staying at a nearby hotel and had us leave our contact information with her.
She said to contact her if anything came up.
After bidding farewell, Mo and I separately took our master back to the shop.
Lying on the bed, Master mumbled incoherently.
Towards the end, he even cried, but the most repeated phrase was: "Yunxiao, I'm sorry, I couldn't save you."
Looking at Master's sorrowful demeanor,
It was evident that my master was also a person of deep emotions, sincere and devoted.
Even at sixty years old, he still carried such a tragic past in his heart.
After settling Master down, I returned to the front hall alone.
As there were no customers, I began to circulate my vital energy and meditate on my own.
Hoping to recover to my best state as soon as possible.
By evening, Master had sobered up.
Seeing that he was awake, I then went home.
On the way back, I browsed my phone.
To my surprise, I saw that the movie starring Li Shiyao had become quite popular on social platforms.
Several film bloggers had posted on social media,
saying that a supernatural event occurred in the cinema during the premiere.
And the lead actress, due to her role in the film, had become possessed and bitten people in the cinema...
Since the movie was already a supernatural genre,
this kind of negative news actually propelled the film to a trending topic.
Some even revealed that a death had previously occurred in the premiere hall, with over a hundred people...
With all these factors combined, the popularity was quite high.
At its peak, it ranked ninety-fourth on the trending list.
I was also curious and checked the box office.
Because of this incident, the box office today had reached over three million.
This was only on the first day of its release.
And it was a small production, low-budget film with a niche theme and no commercial promotion.
Seeing this, I only glanced at it a few times on my way home and didn't pay too much attention.
My main concern was still about the trip to Xiao Han Mountain.
After returning home, I ate and then practiced cultivation.
It wasn't until late at night that I lay down on my bed to rest.
By the next day, the eight streams of pure energy within my body were quite stable.
As for breaking through, it seemed there was still some distance to go.
I arrived at the shop to find that Master was no longer drunk and was drawing talismans in the shop.
He said the departure time was set for the day after tomorrow.
For these two days, he wouldn't be setting up stall, asking me to stay in the shop, draw talismans, and practice my qi.
Thus, another two days passed.
The injury on my neck, apart from some bruising, no longer hurt.
My physical condition had also reached its optimal state.
Today was the day we were to depart.
Early in the morning, I packed my belongings and brought various magical artifacts.
Peach wood sword, bronze coin sword, Bagua mirror, talismans, glutinous rice, ink line, and the like.
My treasure pouch was already filled with various magical artifacts and talismans.
After all, it was my first long journey to exorcise demons, and I was feeling a bit nervous.
Our group gathered directly at the long-distance bus station.
Xiao Han Mountain was over two hundred kilometers away from our location, a rather remote place.
Mo and I arrived the earliest.
Mo was similar to me, also carrying many magical artifacts.
After waiting for about twenty minutes, Master, Uncle Tang, Daoist Master Yunxia, and Xia Qiuqi also arrived one by one.
The little fox was also in Master's handbag.
Everyone present was fully prepared.
Daoist Master Tang even carried his broad peach wood sword, which was particularly eye-catching.
But fortunately, it was made of peach wood, so it was fine.
Master saw that everyone had arrived.
He then said to us:
"Everyone is here, let's depart! We should arrive around 4 PM."
Everyone nodded, then directly entered the station.
And began the journey towards Xiao Han Mountain...