Max-Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey-Chapter 861: Setting Up the Daoist Arena

Hearing the distrust in her aunt Qin Man’s voice, Qin Yingjun was afraid they would anger Xia Xin and quickly said, "Auntie, don’t look down on Master Xia Xin because of his young age. The masters at Jiaoyang Temple are all true experts! Real masters; he can definitely help us with this matter."

Qin Man’s eyes still showed some hesitation at her nephew’s words, but she did not speak, not wanting to embarrass Qin Yingjun.

Now that her son was gone, Qin Man almost pinned all her hopes on her nephew and did not want to offend Qin Yingjun.

Wen Mao’s father, Wen Renting, glanced at them, then looked away with his gray, lifeless eyes, like a person nearing death, listlessly. He didn’t want to get involved in anything and said nothing.

Seeing this, Qin Yongfu took over the conversation, "It’s good that Master Xia Xin is here. Then, Master Xia Xin, please help us see how to perform a ritual for Wen Mao. The child is young, so we hope he can have a smooth journey.

Xia Xin said seriously, "I understand, Mr. Da Qin. Rest assured, I will start preparing now."

With that, Xia Xin gave a slight bow to Qin Yongfu and the others, then took his belongings and planned to go arrange the ritual site.

As he turned to leave, Xia Xin glanced at Wen Renting with puzzlement.

Wen Renting had a very heavy yin energy around him, more so than anyone present, even more intense than the yin energy on Qin Yingjun.

But...

Xia Xin looked around the hall but saw no other figure.

Feeling puzzled, Xia Xin questioned whether there was something wrong with his Heavenly Eye.

However, there wasn’t much time to ponder these things.

So Xia Xin took his belongings and went to arrange the ritual site.

Qin Yongfu and the others continued to observe Xia Xin discreetly.

Xia Xin brought quite a few items. Seeing the objects he took out, one by one, looking quite convincing, everyone was somewhat reassured.

Xia Xin meticulously set up the ritual site, following the steps the old Taoist had taught him.

By the time he finished arranging, it was almost evening.

Seeing that he was almost done, Qin Yingjun approached, intending to take Xia Xin to get something to eat.

He felt a bit embarrassed to have Xia Xin work hard as soon as he arrived.

But as he approached, Xia Xin noticed that Qin Yingjun’s lifefire had grown even weaker.

He was about to speak, but remembering how scared Qin Yingjun had been earlier, he thought twice and didn’t say anything immediately.

"Master Xia Xin, what’s wrong? Not going to eat?"

Qin Yingjun called out to Xia Xin, intending to take him to eat. Seeing Xia Xin seemingly not hearing him and just staring at him, Qin Yingjun suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

However, before he could inquire, Xia Xin snapped back to reality and quickly shook his head, "Nothing, let’s eat. I’m quite hungry."

Qin Yingjun, his thoughts diverted, didn’t think much further and said, "I’m really sorry, Master Xia Xin. We made you work as soon as you arrived without even offering you a meal. Let’s hurry and eat something. It might get very busy later, and we won’t have time to eat then."

Xia Xin nodded and followed Qin Yingjun out.

He occasionally glanced at the lifefire on Qin Yingjun’s shoulders, constantly feeling that something was off.

He frowned deeply, not wanting to worry Qin Yingjun, and kept a close eye on him to prevent any accidents.

Qin Yingjun, unaware of any issues, felt relieved with Xia Xin by his side and led him to the adjacent cafeteria.

The funeral home now had thriving business and often held wakes, so they also established a cafeteria to provide simple meals for those keeping vigil.

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