Wang Butcher himself hadn't expected that things would fall into a stalemate in such a short time.

Wang Butcher was gripping his knife hilt tightly when more than a dozen beams of light came from nowhere.

Wang Butcher suddenly looked up, laughing and cursing, "You dogs, you badgers, you've finally arrived."

Wang Xiaohuan, Lin Zhao, and I had rushed over as soon as the wind chimes sounded.

At the same time, we saw Ye Yang's sword energy shaking the Kong family's gold and silver into the air.

But I stopped Wang Xiaohuan and Lin Zhao, who wanted to go in to reinforce them. "I reckon Xia Xia must have been controlled by someone. If we charge in like this, we won't be able to help, and we might even force Xia Xia to become a traitor to Confucianism."

"Badger, send a few white lanterns in."

"Ye Yang is in the courtyard, so the coffin must not be in the courtyard, otherwise Ye Yang wouldn't have stopped attacking."

"Ye Yang is in the courtyard. I guess my senior sister and the others won't go too far into the Kong family. Try burning the main hall in front with white lanterns."

Soon after Wang Xiaohuan's white lanterns rose into the air, the wind chimes around the courtyard shook wildly, as if they were crazy. Ghosts soared into the sky, like swarms of moths rushing towards the lights in the air.

At the same time, Ye Yang's sword energy bloomed in the air, the brilliant sword light like white chrysanthemums blooming in the lamplight, noble and dignified with an overbearing arrogance that belonged only to him. When I bloom, all flowers bow their heads.

The light and shadow formed by the sword light swept across the air, and the phosphorus fire transformed by the ghosts was like green leaves, setting off the famous flowers.

The sword shadows and fluorescent lights complemented each other, but they represented the annihilation of countless ghosts.

"Leng Gou's sword has reached the pinnacle of domineering!" Just as I was talking to myself, Wang Xiaohuan's white lanterns fell towards the roof of the Kong family, and a raging fire rose into the sky.

Just as my gaze locked onto the flames on the roof, I saw the burning tiles being blasted into the air by a burst of energy, scattered with red light. The baleful aura emanating from the house, however, soared into the sky after shaking off the flames.

"I understand what's going on." I turned my head and said, "Little milk dog, go in and help senior sister control Xia Xia. Your grappling skills are the best among us. Don't hurt Xia Xia, just capture her."

"Badger, come with me!"

Lin Zhao leaped into the Kong family, and I led Wang Xiaohuan to the slightly smaller Kong residence.

As soon as I arrived at the gate, the gate of the Kong residence opened automatically, and someone sitting in the courtyard of the Kong family raised his voice and said, "Isn't it a pleasure to have friends come from afar? Friends outside, how about coming in for a cup of water and wine?"

I strode into the Kong residence and saw an old man sitting in the moonlight, drinking alone.

The other party gestured to me to take a seat: "I didn't know a distinguished guest would be visiting. I only have some salted beans, peanuts, and a pot of light wine. I hope you won't mind."

I sat down in front of him: "Friend, are you planning to trade, or are you planning to surrender?"

The old man poured himself a glass of wine: "I'm not fighting. When you appeared at the door, I knew I couldn't win."

"You haven't even entered the gate, yet you can figure out my position. What's the point of continuing to fight?"

"What I want to ask is, can you spare my life?"

My heart sank secretly: This old man is not right! He seems too calm.

When he reached the end of his rope, even a great hero of the martial world would inevitably suffer emotional collapse and lose control on the spot, but he was so calm.

Is it because he sees victory and defeat too clearly?

Or is he unafraid?

I asked back: "What if I spare you? What if I don't?"

The old man picked up a salted bean, chewed it for a long time, and then said, "Spare me, and I'll tell you how to use the Soul Gathering Coffin."

"If you don't spare me, I'll give you the Soul Gathering Coffin."

Without changing my expression, I quietly gripped the hilt of my knife: "You are not a ghost or god in the coffin. Who are you?"

The man laughed loudly: "I am a person in the coffin."

"A cup of wine before the grave to reward a confidant, holding chess pieces in the coffin against Yin and Yang. Where in the human world can souls be absolved? Even sages stop at Banxian Village."

As he spoke, the man placed a coffin the size of a palm on the table.

My eyes suddenly narrowed: "You are one of the Eight Coffin Veins, the Coffin Guardian of Confucianism?"

"You could say that!" As he spoke, the man revealed another face in front of me—Mister Repentance.

I finally understood why Old Liu was able to deceive the entire Banxian Village and become a guest of honor of Confucianism.

That's because he really found Mister Repentance.

They should have arrived at Banxian Village together.

The fan!

The fan that Old Liu was holding was not his Thousand Soul Annihilation, but a white paper folding fan.

If I'm not mistaken, that fan should have come from the hands of Mister Repentance.

He can actually use a fan to carry the righteous aura of Confucianism?

What level has his cultivation reached?

Before I could recover from the shock, I heard Mister Repentance laugh, "The little girl from the Xia family is indeed extraordinary. I thought she would have to be tempered for a while before she could correct her heart and become a Confucian, but I didn't expect her to break through so quickly."

"How about we wait for her for a while?"

While I was facing Mister Repentance, Ye Yang and the others also arrived and stood behind me.

Mister Repentance smiled and said, "Since everyone's here, let's all sit down together! It's been many years since this old man has sat with so many talented young people."

I looked at the other party and said, "Do people of Confucianism like to speak in riddles so much?"