Surprise! The Fake Heiress is Actually an Ancient Master of Metaphysics! - Chapter 29

The man was tightly bound with rope, his hands tied behind his back, and he immediately fell to his knees in terror, begging for mercy.

“Please, I had no choice! I was forced into this!”

Master Xuanqing snorted coldly. “You took money to do someone else’s dirty work. How can you claim you had no choice?”

“My elderly mother is seriously ill! I only took this job because I couldn’t borrow money anywhere else!” the man hastily explained, trying to paint himself as a pitiful, filial son.

Master Xuanqing couldn’t be bothered to argue with him and instead asked, “Who sent you here?”

The man shook his head vigorously. “I don’t know him. Somehow he got my phone number and asked me to come here for him.”

“At first I didn’t believe him, but he transferred me 50,000 yuan upfront, promising another 500,000 after the job was done. That’s why I came…”

Xuanqing stroked his beard and said gravely, “The mastermind is certainly cautious—causing such a huge mess while staying hidden in the shadows.”

Huo Jingyan, who had been standing at a distance, called out, “Master Xuanqing, what should I do now?”

Xuanqing quickly replied, “Just stay where you are. Let me deal with this coffin first.”

He turned to examine the coffin on the ground, noting clearly that the dirt clinging to it was dark red and still damp.

Judging by the intricate carvings, the coffin was ancient.

If this area had once been submerged in water and the coffin had been soaking in it, remaining perpetually damp… then things were truly dire.

Master Xuanqing hurried to the nearby deep pit, picked up a wooden stick, and poked around before lifting it out.

The stick was coated in mud. He brought it to his nose and sniffed—a foul, rotting stench mixed with a faint metallic tang of blood.

Realization struck him, and his face instantly paled.

He tossed the stick aside and frantically pulled several talismans from his pocket.

One after another, he pasted them onto the coffin.

Then he began chanting incantations.

Whether it was the wind or something else, the edges of the talismans began to flutter.

Sweat beaded on Master Xuanqing’s forehead as his lips moved faster.

If he couldn’t subdue whatever was inside that coffin today, everyone here would die!

The talismans, now glowing with golden light under the power of his chants, formed a visible golden barrier that tightly encased the coffin.

Just then, the coffin lid trembled slightly.

“Oh my god… Did the coffin just move?”

Someone with sharp eyes spotted it and rubbed their own in disbelief.

But the next second, the coffin lid began shaking violently.

The talismans flared brighter, their golden radiance sealing the coffin shut.

Master Xuanqing didn’t dare stop, continuing to chant to maintain the seal.

The eerie sight was enough to terrify anyone.

The workers fled in groups, no one daring to stay.

Earlier, they hadn’t run because the fake mystic had forbidden them to leave, and because Feng Youcai had believed the imposter’s words, making them wait for Huo Jingyan’s arrival.

Seeing them all flee, Feng Youcai gritted his teeth and stayed.

He had just heard Huo Jingyan address the old man as “Master Xuanqing”!

If the renowned Master Xuanqing of the capital was here, surely he could handle whatever was in that coffin!

Besides, Huo Jingyan hadn’t run. Feng Youcai still hoped to curry favor with him—he absolutely couldn’t flee now!

Li Heng watched the commotion over there and cautiously tugged at Huo Jingyan’s sleeve. “President Huo, can I hide behind you?”

Huo Jingyan gave him a cool glance, neither agreeing nor refusing.

Li Heng had grown up with him and was practically half a member of the Huo family. He knew about the aura of imperial purple energy that surrounded Huo Jingyan.

Moreover, Li Heng also knew that ordinary spirits and monsters dared not approach Huo Jingyan. In situations like this, staying close to him was the safest option.

Over by the coffin, Xuan Qing was already drenched in sweat, and the mystical energy within him was gradually depleting.

Suddenly, the coffin stopped trembling.

Just as Xuan Qing let out a sigh of relief, he noticed that the talismans pasted on the coffin had all cracked.

He hastily rummaged through his pocket for new talisman paper, then bit his fingertip and began drawing a new sigil.

He hadn’t encountered something this ferocious in years and hadn’t prepared any powerful talismans in advance.

At the side gate of the construction site, a shadowy figure quietly observed Xuan Qing drawing the blood talisman before turning and slipping away.

Who would have thought the thing inside the coffin was so formidable? It was best not to get involved here.

Xuanqing arranged the newly drawn array talismans around the coffin and began chanting incantations.

Whatever was inside would emerge sooner or later. He had to set up the array first to trap it—under no circumstances could he let it escape and wreak havoc.

The coffin began trembling again, this time even more violently than before.

The talismans on it split apart instantly.

Master Xuanqing’s heartbeat quickened, and his chanting sped up.

As the coffin lid flew open, the array activated.

Since it was drawn with his blood and sustained by his mystical energy, the array was highly effective.

The moment the lid lifted, the fake charlatan kneeling on the ground let out a shriek and fainted from sheer terror.

Huo Jingyan also held his breath. His innate sensitivity to malevolent entities filled him with intense discomfort.

Whatever was inside was extremely powerful!

A pale, lifeless hand rested on the edge of the coffin, its long, sharp nails a vivid red.

Master Xuanqing swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on that hand.

A figure slowly sat up, its disheveled black hair cascading over its face, though the silhouette suggested it was a woman.

As if sensing Master Xuanqing’s presence, the woman suddenly turned her head toward him, revealing a ghastly, pallid face tinged with green and a pair of hollow, black eyes.

Xuan Qing said grimly, “It’s a corpse revival! All of you, get out of here!”

Li Heng immediately tugged at Huo Jingyan’s sleeve. “President Huo, let’s leave now!”

Huo Jingyan felt that his presence might only hinder Master Xuanqing, so he turned and left without hesitation.

Just as they reached the gate, a dark figure rushed in.

The girl’s ponytail traced a sleek arc in the night air, and the faint scent of jasmine that clung to her was refreshingly soothing.

Huo Jingyan’s gaze involuntarily followed her, and he suddenly felt a sense of reassurance.

“It’s Miss Tan!” Li Heng exclaimed excitedly. “With Miss Tan here, Master Xuanqing has backup!”

Li Heng didn’t understand metaphysics, but after the incident at Zhao Deming’s house, he had developed deep admiration for Tan Lingyin.

Tan Lingyin paid them no mind. As she ran, she bit her fingertip and, holding a clean talisman in her left hand, used her right index finger to draw a sigil with her blood.

Her clear voice rang out, “Master Xuanqing, I’m here to help!”

Master Xuanqing’s spirits lifted instantly, and he glanced over. “Perfect timing! This thing isn’t easy to deal with!”

Though he had initially doubted the young girl, the past few days had convinced him of her capabilities.

When Tan Lingyin arrived by Master Xuanqing’s side, the talisman in her hand was already completed.

At that very moment, the female corpse also stood up.

Or rather, to be precise—it flew up!