Seeing Yi Mei's smile, Fatty pursed his lips.
"Other than Feifei, I agree to everything else. You can torment me as much as you want!"
It was evident that Fatty was going all out for the Princess.
"You're not only unattractive, but your talent is also poor. What do I need you for, my Heavenly Master?"
"I just admire you because, like my previous disciples, you are a fierce ghost warrior."
"As the saying goes, a fierce ghost warrior is a talent who nourishes ghosts with their own essence."
"I call them elites!"
Daoist Yi Mei spoke with a serious expression, saying things that didn't match his appearance.
Fatty was dumbfounded. How did he get this nickname?
But he thought these nicknames were quite impressive.
"Uh, Heavenly Master, is there a way for ghosts to live in the world forever without absorbing anyone's essence?" Fatty asked again.
Fatty didn't want the Princess to absorb anyone's essence; it felt strange.
"No, I am a ghost myself now, and my time in this world is limited. It depends on the situation. If it's a place with strong Yin energy, I can stay for a few hundred more years. If there's little Yin energy, then fewer years." Daoist Yi Mei said casually, as if he had accepted it.
"Can't they have children?"
"What are you thinking? Give birth to a chimera? Or a horse? With your looks, you shouldn't harm anyone else."
"You want to be a wicked beast."
Yi Mei looked at Fatty speechlessly. Fatty pouted, his face darkened. If he could defeat him, Fatty would argue with Daoist Yi Mei. The old man was so talkative.
The Princess didn't say much after learning the truth and disappeared. She seemed to have already known this answer.
"Forcing together things that should not be together is harmful to both parties."
"Little fatty, take care of yourself." Daoist Yi Mei walked ahead and gave Fatty a piece of advice.
Hu Bayi patted Fatty's shoulder.
"Fatty, don't worry. Didn't the Taoist priest say that if you go to a place with strong Yin energy, you can live for a few hundred more years? Besides, with your high cultivation, you won't be short of anyone to look after you in your old age." Hu Bayi said, his voice a little hoarse.
Fatty nodded. People of their generation were quite sensitive about children.
"It's just Zijuang. Fatty doesn't need it." Fatty said seriously. Zhang Tian also patted his shoulder.
"Don't worry, Boss is with you. If I can't find a wife, we'll be together." Zhang Tian said with a smile.
As a modern person, Zhang Tian didn't have many demands. In his previous society, dating was a luxury, let alone having children.
"Boss, you're right. We're like chicken droppings and dog droppings, eternal chicken and dog brothers!"
"Our bond is the deepest!" Fatty grabbed Zhang Tian, his face full of emotion.
Zhang Tian took a deep breath. He knew he shouldn't talk to Fatty, who might spout something self-deprecating at any moment.
Following Daoist Yi Mei, the group walked through the mountains and rivers.
"By the way, I just looked at your curse. It seems to be cast by a witch."
"It's a low-level curse. Those afflicted will itch all over, their skin will rot, and they will eventually die from the itching." Daoist Yi Mei said. Zhang Tian's eyes lit up.
"Master, do you have a way to break it?" Zhang Tian asked seriously, his eyes showing some respect.
Daoist Yi Mei had helped them a lot and had gradually gained their trust.
"My good disciple, of course, your master has a way. Who told you I'm the number one genius of the Maoshan Taoist sect?"
"However, I suggest that you break it yourselves." Daoist Yi Mei said. Hu Bayi was confused.
"Heavenly Master, why is that?"
"Heavenly Master? Hmm, I like this name. My third disciple, I'll tell you."
"If you break it yourselves, you will be immune to similar curses in the future by using the antidote. If I break it, you might still be afflicted if you encounter such a curse later." Daoist Yi Mei explained, and everyone understood.
"Master, I'm your good disciple too, right?" Fatty looked over with a fawning smile. He even winked.
"You..." Yi Mei fell into silence. The surroundings seemed to go quiet. It was a bit awkward.
"You can be considered my last disciple." Yi Mei finally said. Fatty's face immediately broke into a smile.
"Master, what is a last disciple?" Fatty asked innocently. Zhang Tian covered his forehead. Did this guy really not understand the implied meaning?
"A last disciple is a disciple whom I keep outside the door and do not see." Daoist Yi Mei said calmly. Fatty was stunned, then suddenly realized.
"So that's how it is. Then Fatty is like the second Monkey King, coming to find his master at midnight?" Fatty said. Zhang Tian wanted to give him a thumbs-up. You are truly a master of feigning ignorance.
Soon, everyone passed through a large forest. As Daoist Yi Mei led the way, their eyes gradually saw a small hillside ahead. Some snowflakes were falling around. Upon seeing the small hillside, Zhang Tian noticed that many places were covered with yellow talismans. On the hillside, there seemed to be yellow figures.
"Ahead is the Yellow Weasel's grave, also known as the shrine of Lord Huang Daxian."
"Be careful, there might be illusions inside." Daoist Yi Mei said, taking out his Heavenly Master's sword. This was the first time he had drawn his sword. At the same time, everyone wanted to see what kind of power Daoist Yi Mei possessed.
"Why are there so many talismans on the surrounding trees?" Fatty casually took down a talisman and looked at it carefully.
"These were left behind when my disciples and I subdued these evil spirits. It's a pity they are no longer effective." Daoist Yi Mei said. The group walked into the woods.
After passing through a large forest covered with yellow talismans, the small hillside appeared in its entirety before their eyes. On the hillside stood more than a dozen figures. As Zhang Tian and the others got closer, these figures slowly turned around. After turning, their true faces were revealed. They wore yellow robes, held wooden swords, and had vacant eyes. They looked as if they were floating, their faces ashen, like paper figures suspended in the air. In the dim, snowy light, they resembled ghosts drifting in the snow.
"These are the disciples whose skin was peeled off." Hu Bayi gasped. There were no such yellow-robed, skin-clad figures at that grave before. Clearly, this was the main tomb.
"Alas, let me end your suffering." Daoist Yi Mei sighed. Holding his peach wood sword, he charged forward, leaving a mark on the snow, moving almost as if he were floating.
"Boss, should we go too?" Hu Bayi asked, intending to help.
"No, this is also a wish of his. We shouldn't interfere." Zhang Tian shook his head. Perhaps Daoist Yi Mei had always carried a heavy burden in his heart: he couldn't avenge his disciples or eliminate these yellow weasels. He was a proud person, otherwise, he wouldn't have frequently mentioned being a genius disciple. To help now would undoubtedly be an insult to Yi Mei. Zhang Tian's mind was active, and he thought quite a lot.
Xie Yuchen also nodded. "Every genius has their pride. Young Master Zhang, you are truly thoughtful."
"My boss has always been thoughtful. Little Hua Hua, you underestimate our boss. He's much more thoughtful than you." Before Zhang Tian could exchange pleasantries, Fatty spoke up. Xie Yuchen smiled and nodded, while Zhang Tian cursed Fatty a hundred times in his mind.
Meanwhile, Daoist Yi Mei had already reached the dozen or so skin-clad Taoists. A trace of pain and anguish appeared on his face. He didn't want to fight, but he had to.
"Disciples, I have failed you." Daoist Yi Mei's voice was muffled. Then, he drew a talisman with his peach wood sword. At the same time, the dozen or so skin-clad Taoists also began to draw talismans. Their aura seemed to be no less than that of Daoist Yi Mei.
"Why can they also draw talismans!" Hu Bayi was even more surprised at this point. These guys seemed stronger than before!