Max-Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey-Chapter 328: The Ancestor Goes to Find the Letter

Tang Qianxi thought.

If it hadn’t been for the sudden acquisition of the letter, if she hadn’t entertained thoughts she shouldn’t have, perhaps she wouldn’t have used the methods described in it, nor would she have ended up where she was now.

But in this world, there is everything except for "if."

Perhaps her grandmother had seen early on that her nature was prone to deviate, which was why she never wanted to teach her these things...

Yet Tang Qianxi herself failed to see through it.

With these thoughts, Tang Qianxi took out her family’s keys and handed them to Jiangli.

...

With Tang Qianxi’s home address and keys in hand, Jiangli prepared to leave. "Captain Song, it seems there’s nothing left for me to do, so I’ll be off."

Song Taishan immediately nodded, "Alright, leave the rest to the police force."

Fu Shiyan looked at Jiangli and said, "Let’s go together, I’ll drive the Abbot over."

Thinking it over, Jiangli felt it was indeed more convenient to go with Fu Shiyan, who had a car, so he nodded, "Thank you for the trouble, President Fu."

"The Abbot is too polite."

Fu Shiyan gave a faint smile and whispered to Wen Zishu, "You stay here with Jianchuan, see if there’s anything you can help with. The Abbot and I will head over first."

Wen Zishu agreed.

Fu Shiyan and Jiangli exchanged a glance and then walked out side by side.

Seeing this, Xia Xin obediently followed.

Their departure left the atmosphere in the interrogation room somewhat complex.

Wen Zishu was initially very angry, but now he looked at Tang Qianxi with mixed emotions.

...

Jiangli sat in the car, glanced at Xia Xin beside him, and suddenly asked, "Did the old Taoist not manage to keep you fed before?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Xin rubbed his hands together, his ears turning red, and he stammered, "Not... not really..."

Jiangli recalled Xia Xin’s words, frowned and exclaimed, "How could his master take on such a disciple, unable to even provide for his own disciple, tarnishing the reputation of Jiaoyang Temple!"

Xia Xin scratched his head, quickly defending his master, "It’s not like that, Ancestor. My master was actually very good to me. Although life was tough, I was happy with him, and I liked being with him..."

As he spoke, he remembered his old master, his expression dimming as he lowered his head.

Jiangli also felt quite unpleasant about it.

He had never imagined that Jiaoyang Temple would face a time when it couldn’t provide for a disciple.

And that it would leave Xia Xin, just a child, to earn money and his own keep.

Jiangli felt stifled in his heart, no wonder Xia Xin used to be so reluctant to spend money.

Glancing at Xia Xin, Jiangli raised his hand and patted his shoulder, "Don’t worry, your Ancestor will treat you to good food and drink from now on, you won’t go hungry again."

"With the Ancestor around, life will definitely get better and better!" Xia Xin had immense faith in Jiangli’s capabilities in this regard.

Hearing Jiangli say this, he felt quite happy.

It seemed the Ancestor at least wouldn’t leave him behind.

Xia Xin had always been worried that the Ancestor might not think highly of him and would eventually abandon him one day.

Now it seemed he could breathe a little easier.

Sitting at the front, Fu Shiyan looked at them through the rearview mirror, his brow faintly furrowing.

But seeing the straightforward gaze Jiangli had towards Xia Xin, he relaxed his brow again.

...

Tang Qianxi lived in the suburbs, a good distance from the city center.

It took over an hour’s drive before they arrived at Tang Qianxi’s home.

The book that was burned to a crisp lay on Tang Qianxi’s bed.

Upon entering, Jiangli saw it straight away and effortlessly picked up the charred letter.

She briefly flipped through it, and what remained were some simple witchcraft spells, distinct from the orthodox practices of Xuanmen.

From the recorded methods of use and the ingredients, they all seemed rather malevolent.

In some ways, witchcraft was indeed akin to sorcery.

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