Peng Xuan explained: “If it were a month earlier, when the ghost fetus hadn’t fully formed, I could help remove it. But forcibly dissolving it now would only harm your body… Just give birth to the child, then bring it to me. I’ll handle it, and afterward, you can act like nothing ever happened.”
Yang Ping had no doubt about Peng Xuan’s words, nodding enthusiastically with joy.
Peng Xuan added: “If your family doesn’t believe you, you can bring them in to hear me explain.”
Yang Ping, disregarding her large belly, stood and bowed deeply: “Thank you, Master Peng! Thank you, Master Peng!”
Peng Xuan smiled: “It’s fine. Go now.”
After Yang Ping left and before the next registered patient entered, a commotion suddenly arose outside. Peng Xuan looked up, seemingly someone was cutting in line. His assistant went out but didn’t return. Instead, a young man walked in.
The man looked ordinary, dressed ordinarily, and walked quite elegantly. But he had an aura that made Peng Xuan instinctively sense danger.
This was just a sixth sense.
He couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong, so he remained inwardly vigilant while maintaining the same smile as before, politely nodding and asking: “Qian Wei?”
The man sat down and smiled faintly, saying: “Not him. I’m cutting in line.”
He spoke so candidly that Peng Xuan paused before responding: “The people outside also need immediate treatment. Sir, please don’t cut in line next time.”
“Sorry,” the man said with a slight smile that didn’t seem truly apologetic. He placed one hand on the desk between them and said, “But I was hit by a scattered elemental spirit attack and can’t wait.
Scattered Yuan Spiritual Blade”… As soon as this technique reached his ears, it instantly stirred up turbulence in Peng Xuan’s heart, and he froze in place. After a long moment, he slowly raised his hand and mechanically placed his fingers on the other person’s wrist, wanting to sense his injuries.
He had actually been hit by this move; this person must be a sorcerer. Why would he find him here?
Peng Xuan concentrated, focusing his mind, wanting to first sense the other’s injuries.
The other’s hand was positioned slightly askew.
His fingers searched for several acupoints used to measure qi, and then suddenly stopped.
In that moment, his heart raced, his head spun, as if time had suddenly slowed down, with short seconds stretched infinitely long.
Peng Xuan’s head was lowered, his expression unreadable, with only a drop of sweat sliding down the side of his face. His fingertips trembling, he forcefully turned the hand over, and a beautiful blue-green rose came into view.
Peng Xuan’s pupils contracted sharply, suddenly looking up and blurting out: “Shixiong!”
Peng Xuan was not flustered even after losing his weapon. He swept a leg to trip Luo Yingbai’s lower body. Luo Yingbai nimbly dodged and kicked back, using the momentum to leap up and precisely catch the dagger that Peng Xuan had kicked away and was now falling.
He flung the knife in Peng Xuan’s direction, and the talisman attached to the blade exploded with a loud bang.
Anxious knocking from villagers outside the door was heard, and Peng Xuan, conveniently leaning against the door, opened it on a sudden impulse.
Luo Yingbai had a talisman pinched between his fingers, almost ready to strike, but quickly withdrew when he saw the people outside. Several villagers urgently rushed in, and Peng Xuan’s face immediately transformed back to his disguised appearance – he had used a concealment illusion that could be changed back to his original look after leaving the village, which was quite convenient.
This made it difficult for Luo Yingbai to take action. The villagers’ trust in Peng Xuan was deeply rooted; even if he changed his face in front of them, they would only think Master Peng’s magical skills were even more profound. Given Peng Xuan’s proximity to the villagers, he could easily take hostages at any moment.
Luo Yingbai hadn’t expected such a move. His expression changed, and after a moment, he smiled slightly, explaining nothing. Instead, he dragged the only remaining intact chair over, sat down, and crossed his arms, waiting to see how Peng Xuan would smooth things over.
The arrivals were the pregnant woman from earlier and her family. They heard her claim she hadn’t been unfaithful but was carrying a ghost fetus and came to verify, coincidentally hearing the commotion from the room.
Seeing the room in disarray, Master Peng covered in blood, and an unfamiliar handsome young man beside him, they were shocked and rushed over with concern.
Peng Xuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and casually said, “It’s nothing. The kettle on the table exploded.”
Luo Yingbai thought it was an obvious lie that the villagers would at least question, but surprisingly, they believed it immediately.
Then, a middle-aged woman pulled over Yang Ping, who had previously consulted Peng Xuan about the ghost fetus, and anxiously asked, “Master Peng, is it true that my daughter is carrying a ghost fetus? Will everything be fine when she gives birth?”
Peng Xuan really didn’t want to speak. He had previously told Yang Ping she could bring her family to consult, but their arrival was interrupting the confrontation with Luo Yingbai and making him reluctant to “treat” someone in front of him.
Before leaving the sect, most of his skills had been pointed out by Luo Yingbai. Putting on airs in front of him felt embarrassing.
But faced with persistent questioning, he couldn’t say nothing. Peng Xuan half-turned to block Luo Yingbai’s view and mumbled, “Yes, go home and take care of yourself. The ghost fetus will be fine when it’s born.”
The pregnant woman’s family was immediately convinced, expressing profound gratitude. Peng Xuan, feeling uncomfortable with Luo Yingbai behind him, urged them to leave, “No need to say more. The pregnant woman needs rest. Go quickly.”
The pregnant woman’s mother gratefully said, “Master Peng, please come eat at our place…”
Peng Xuan rudely interrupted, “No need, just go.”
At this moment, Luo Yingbai’s voice, neither fully laughing nor serious, came from behind: “Wait.”
These two words made every muscle in Peng Xuan’s body tense.
Luo Yingbai stood up, walked to the pregnant woman, looked at her for a moment, then turned to Peng Xuan and said, “Have you forgotten what I taught you in the sect? Ghost fetus? Born? Nonsense!”
Before Peng Xuan could react, the pregnant woman’s family became angry, with five or six people shouting:
“What do you know!” “How dare you speak to Master Peng like that!” “He’s talking nonsense, are you any better?” “Pretending to be mystical, what’s your deal!”
Luo Yingbai rubbed his forehead, letting them shout, then pointed with his finger and chanted, “Daoist command, swift as law, exorcise evil, banish spirits, demons vanish!”
Like magic, the pregnant woman’s belly instantly flattened. A black qi flew out, vaguely shaped like a human form. Luo Yingbai threw a yellow talisman, and the black qi disappeared.
He withdrew his hand behind his back and said calmly, “Right now, her belly contains ghost qi, not yet a fetus. It can be directly eliminated. If she gives birth later, the infant contaminated by maternal blood will definitely become an evil entity. Peng Xuan, do you not know, or are you doing this deliberately?”
His action was so quick that before anyone could react, the problem was solved.
After a moment of shocked silence, the room erupted in noise.
What just happened?
Was Master Peng’s so-called rescue actually harming people?
The villagers found it hard to accept, but the facts before them forced them to doubt.
Chapter 105: Peng Xuan’s Defeat
