Chapter 763 - 238: Disciplining Father at the Ancestral Hall

Turning his head, he could see the burning paper basin and the woman wailing and rolling around beside it.

And standing there, distractedly chatting with others, was a couple.

He didn’t recognize the couple, but from their appearance and demeanor, they seemed to be family members.

Family, a brother? Or someone else?

After he went to the Magic Girl World to seek the Dao, having another child wasn’t surprising...

As he walked in, the stranger rolling on the ground cried even harder.

"Who are you?"

He lifted her up impatiently and asked.

The woman, who had been crying, was scared into silence and couldn’t cry.

But tears and snot still poured out.

People immediately rushed over, "What are you doing! Who are you? Let her go!"

However, Jiang Si merely asked, "Why are you crying?"

The woman cried even more sadly, "It’s my job..."

Oh, selling cries.

He thought for a moment and didn’t make things difficult, just threw her out the door, "No need."

A young man, who looked somewhat like his father, came over immediately and shoved him, "Who the hell are you! What do you want! Don’t mess up my dad’s funeral, I’m warning you! You can’t eat at my dad’s banquet without giving a gift!"

He yelled loudly, and even those attending the funeral in the yard looked over.

Yet, after pushing several times, Jiang Si didn’t budge, and the young man with glasses almost pushed himself over instead.

The woman beside him quickly held him and complained about the incompetence of the young man wearing glasses.

Jiang Si looked at the mourning hall in front, the familiar black-and-white photo, and after a moment of silence, said, "I am Jiang Si."

"Jiang Changshou’s son."

The atmosphere shifted from anger to silence, then to an odd and frantic shift.

"What Jiang Changshou’s son! You don’t come early or late, you show up when dad’s dead to cause trouble!"

"I have some words for him. You all go out first."

"I warn you, I’m the one hosting dad’s funeral, I cared for him when he couldn’t move, you go and tag rich women and kick your parents out, vanish for years, now show up pretending to be the filial son to claim inheritance from me."

"Leave."

The woman beside the young man with glasses shouted in anger, "What’s with you! This is our home, Lao Yao! Get him out!"

The woman screamed, and a strong man in a suit entered, twisting his neck and loosening his tie, grabbing Jiang Si’s shoulder.

"Kid, come with me."

When realizing he couldn’t drag him, he attempted to kick his leg, aiming to break it.

But the young man swiftly grabbed the man’s head instead.

And slammed it onto the large round table in the room!

Dishes splattered, meat and mushrooms scattered across the floor, the entire table shattered instantly!

After smashing the table and breaking the bowls and chopsticks, the man’s head hit the ground hard, his flesh trembling, eyes rolling up, and he fainted in a pool of soup.

Jiang Si casually picked up a piece of fish and tasted it.

Then spat it out.

Disgusting.

"Leave."

The brother and sister-in-law who had been shouting earlier finally quieted down, hurriedly running out.

Jiang Si dragged the fainted man in a suit outside, looking at the guests in the yard.

"Finish and go home."

Everyone immediately stood up, gathered their things, and walked out.

Some were busy packing dishes into bags, and once the yard quieted down, Jiang Si casually tossed the man outside the yard.

He closed the yard gate and then the main hall door.

The sounds of gossip and whispers outside grew louder and more numerous, including neighbors’ idle chatter.

So he disliked funerals.

He walked into the room; the mourning hall was arranged plainly, with a gigantic paper shrine behind the offering table, the photo hanging under a plaque that read "Lingyu Hall".

He looked at the photo in the mourning hall surrounded by his father’s belongings.

Numerous books, and his pill furnace.

Including the successfully crafted Elixir.

Someone smashed a window, swearing and joking from outside.

Jiang Si casually picked up his father’s book, "Zhouyi Cantong Qi," "Both inside and outside failed to distinguish, feigning mystery, refusing to believe, how to enter Dao, yet dare laugh at fasting as sidestepping sacred path."

Thrown into the funeral basin.

Then picked up the "Alchemy Room Secrets,"...

Shaking his head, also threw into the funeral basin, "Gentle fire, fierce fire, none compared to Abnormal Fire."

Then picked up "Jinhua Jade Liquid Grand Pill," tossed into the funeral basin, "Water Method Alchemy, daring without Spiritual Spring?"

"Dao Secrets Inside and Out," "Golden Core Essentials," "Penglai East West Furnace Alchemy Scripture," "Golden Core Mastery Collection," "Baopuzi"...

With an expressionless face, picked up one by one, all thrown into the funeral basin, and then picked up the Elixir his father crafted, thrown in as well.

The fire rose fiercely.

"I’ve found the true scripture, and in days to come, I’ll bring it to you."

The firelight reflected on his cheeks like unyielding ice.

"Stop reading useless things, read more online novels, so your next life goes to Profound Mirror Cultivation."

Then smashed the pill furnace with a punch!

It wasn’t that Jiang Changshou awoke, repented, or was persuaded, to give up Alchemy Cultivation.

But because he ate the Immortal Pill he crafted and nearly died.

So he became afraid.

Jiang Si picked up an incense stick, lit it, and blew on it.

Inserted into the burning funeral basin.

Then picked up a fruit knife from the mourning hall table, casually reaching inside the burning pile, grabbing still-burning ashes, smearing them on the knife, turning red from the heat.

Then breathed on the blade, blowing away the dust.

The sound of sirens came from outside, police pushed the door open, followed by a crowd of neighbors and relatives, including the unfamiliar brother.

"Drop the knife, drop the knife!"

Amidst cries of surprise, Jiang Si was just holding the fruit knife, staring at his father’s face,

"Father."

He said quietly:

"Back then, your Dao Heart was neither steady nor ruthless enough!"

Then, suddenly plunged the knife into his chest, pulling it hard!

Blood gushed out!

Virtually painting his father’s photograph red!

Not only the common people but even the police shivered, startled into a shock!

Yet Jiang Si remained unfazed, inserted his hand into his chest, grasping at the still-beating heart.

The veins in his neck almost bulge, sweat poured down his temples, yet Jiang Si forcefully extracted the heart from his chest!

"Allow me to refine a True Pill with my Dao Heart for you."

Slightly exerting force, the heart exploded in his hand!

In the splattered blood, amidst screams, purple light seeped from his fingers!

Intensely radiant!

"This pill is named—"

"Seed of Miracle."