"I also feel the same way, but it’s hard to resist their bullying." Mr. Xiang sighed lightly, his words full of sarcasm, "I don’t know how they randomly associated it with you, but the innocent will prove themselves. Let them check on you."
"Yes!" Xiang Wenting stepped forward boldly, "Immortal Masters, how should I be investigated?"
Upon hearing this, Yiyi was already frowning deeply, her expression more serious than ever.
The dialogue between this father and son did not seem to be mere pleasantries, more like confirming a secret code. Analyzing their words closely revealed that Xiang Wenting certainly did not have any evil spirit attached to him. You Su’s reckless move was indeed a gamble gone wrong...
Among those present, only You Su remained as steadfast as Xiang Wenting, his lips curling with a smile.
"Yiyi, perform the art. Although the Dream Centipede is of a high grade, it is neither adept at attack nor escape. Once the art is performed, it will reveal its true form."
Yiyi sighed inwardly, contemplating how to rescue You Su while taking out bottles, jars, talismans, and magical treasures to begin the setup.
Soon, Xiang Wenting’s brow and joints were covered with talismans inscribed with complex runes, and a golden, shimmering Hexagram Array rotated beneath his feet.
This was the Golden Light Exorcism Array, uniquely created by a master predecessor of the Exorcism Bureau to reveal evil spirits. Its only flaw was that the process of the art was extremely tedious and demanding. Even evil spirits invisible to the Feather Transformation Realm could be made manifest by this array.
"The Dream Centipede, belonging to the Dream Master class, is slender, roughly the size of a woman’s pinky finger, with the most distinctive feature being its body emitting a rainbow-hued glow. Master Xuan, so much time has passed and there’s not even a fly in sight, let alone a Dream Centipede. Can we reach a conclusion?"
Mr. Xiang stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an air of confidence.
Yiyi glanced at You Su, who was pacing calmly, and replied softly:
"The array hasn’t ended yet, no rush."
"Hmph!"
Mr. Xiang snorted coldly, as if saying these people would only believe in seeing evidence.
But the next moment, his calm demeanor abruptly changed to one of shock, as he stared wide-eyed at the colorful centipede on his son’s neck.
"Anything else to say, Mr. Xiang?"
You Su astonishingly walked right up to Xiang Wenting, playing with the Dream Centipede in his hand:
"There isn’t a single wound on your son’s neck, yet this Dream Centipede obediently stays on Wenting’s neck. How do you explain this, Mr. Xiang?"
Unexpectedly, Mr. Xiang did not explode in rage but instead looked at his son in disbelief. His expression shifted several times before he choked out:
"Wenting... tell your father... this isn’t real!"
Xiang Wenting’s confidence now crumbled like a collapsing tower. His face turned crimson with anxiety, like an ant on a hot stove, guilty as a thief as he hurriedly tore away the talismans from his body.
"Father! It’s not like that! I didn’t!"
"Father believes you! Mr. Ye, how can you prove that this evil spirit is connected to my son? What if someone framed him?"
You Su gently shook his head and then crouched down, placing the Dream Centipede on the ground, where it surprisingly began to crawl towards Xiang Wenting like a devoted pet.
Xiang Wenting’s face turned ashen, dodging the Dream Centipede’s pursuit as if avoiding a venomous snake, but the Dream Centipede persistently chased after him like a loyal dog.
"Mr. Xiang, there’s no need to pretend anymore. Be careful not to break even the heart of an evil spirit." You Su watched Xiang Wenting flee in all directions, as if observing a clown’s performance.
"You wretch!"
Mr. Xiang’s face was ashen as he shouted.
Xiang Wenting suddenly seemed to trip over an invisible force, fell to the ground, and ate the dirt.
A Cultivator of the Condensed Water Realm displaying such a disgraceful behavior was indeed laughable and pitiable.
Xiang Wenting lay on the ground, his face pale, as the Dream Centipede crawled into his pant leg, its countless legs brushing against him, making him shiver. He frantically searched his body, trying to expel the Dream Centipede.
Shivering, he cursed angrily:
"This Dream Centipede has never harmed anyone around me! How can you arrest me! There’s a source of Ghost Mite over there and you ignore it, why bother with me!"
"Xiang Wenting, are you sure you have never harmed anyone?"
You Su suddenly stepped forward, intimidatingly, directly cowing Xiang Wenting.
"Look carefully yourself, at how many tiny wounds are on Qiao Xiuying’s neck!"
Upon hearing this, Yiyi quickly turned and crawled to the side of the coffin, lifting the candle and shining it over Qiao Xiuying’s corpse.
Although the densely packed Ghost Mites were revolting, there were still more than a dozen barely noticeable red dots visible on the neck of the shriveled corpse.
She took out a Crystal Stone, thin on the edges, thick in the center, to examine a pair of red dots closely, and immediately stood up excitedly:
"It can be confirmed, these are all wounds bitten by the Dream Centipede! And it can be deduced that this Dream Centipede bit her at least five times!"
Upon hearing this, Xiang Wenting seemed to hear his death sentence, his spirit deflated, and he collapsed on the ground, completely giving up the struggle, allowing the Dream Centipede to crawl back to his throat.
"I wronged her..."
Grief can’t surpass a dead heart, Xiang Wenting’s eyes went vacant, as if he was about to confess his sins.
Yet right at the crucial moment, a sudden shout erupted.
"You wretch!"
It turned out Mr. Xiang fiercely struck! A fierce palm wind roared forth! It was heading right towards Xiang Wenting’s neck!
No one knew whether he intended to kill the Dream Centipede or put an end to the traitorous son who colluded with evil spirits himself.