Anyone Dares Bully you Call Uncles!

Chapter 939 The Practitioner, Yash Yarbrough

Inside the room, the practitioner sat on the ground, his hat askew, and the jingling bell rolling onto the

floor, its clapper falling out. He wore a look of astonishment, mumbling about something.

Lilly led Miah into the room and said, "You're doing it wrong. That's not how you summon spirits."

"Besides," Lilly continued, "after someone dies, they're supposed to go to the underworld. It's not right

to forcefully pull them back from the realm of the dead like this. Your methods are all wrong."

Lilly observed the man in front of her. She had only caught a glimpse of his profile and figure from

behind earlier, but now, as she looked closely, she noticed that he was quite young, probably in his

early twenties. He was tall, standing at around six feet, and very thin.

No wonder his skills are lacking, Lilly thought to herself.

The practitioner looked up and saw a child standing at the door, with Miah's parents nervously following

behind her.

"Who are you?" he asked.

Josh was about to speak, but Blake, arms folded, leisurely said, "We are practitioners too."

Pablo listened in silence.

Josh quickly nodded, "That's right, we are practitioners too."

The practitioner inside the room frowned as he looked at the three individuals in front of him.

They are practitioners? They don't look like it at all!

"The practices of our Master of Master are taken very seriously. Don't speak lightly of them! Since you

claim to be a practitioner, may I ask which sect you belong to and who your mentor is?" the practitioner

inquired.

Josh looked puzzled. Did they have to have a mentor to be practitioners?

They didn't, given that they were personally guided by the Ruler of Hell. Would that count?

Josh was about to say "None," but Blake jumped in first and said, "Never mind which sect we belong

to, tell us which sect you are from."

This felt like a scene from a TV drama, with all the talk of sects...

They were brought here by Lilly, who is the Ruler of Hell herself. They definitely couldn't reveal that

information.

If they randomly mentioned a sect and the other person happened to be from the same sect, it would

expose their deception.

So, the best course of action was to throw the question back and let the other person answer first.

And indeed, the practitioner responded, "I am a disciple of the Shatterbeards sect, under the guidance

of Master Tegan. My name is Yash Yarbrough."

Blake raised an eyebrow, hm, that name...

Seeing Yash's gaze on him, Blake hastily made up a sect, "We are from the Beefsteak sect, under the

guidance of Master Spicechique."

Pablo was speechless once again.

He clenched his jaw, suppressing the urge to kick Blake into the sky.

Lilly, on the other hand, widened her eyes.

Yash, too, looked perplexed.

What Beefsteak? What Spicechique? What on earth was going on...

"Is there such a sect? I've never heard of it..." Yash wondered.

Blake responded, "There are numerous sects in Taoism, countless smaller branches. It's normal not to

have heard of it."

Yash nodded, considering the explanation.

So, it was just an obscure little sect.

But Yash was different. He graduated from a prestigious Taoism University and went up the mountain

to apprentice. As a disciple of the mainstream and largest sect, it was his duty to guide and mentor

these practitioners from the smaller sects.

"Why do you say my methods are wrong?" Yash said. "Perhaps you haven't properly studied the

summoning and retention of spirits. Let me tell you, this is a serious matter. If you don't understand, I

can teach you. But remember, pretending to know when you don't is a grave mistake."

It's not surprising that Yash held such a belief. There were far too many fake practitioners in this field,

with perhaps one genuinely skilled practitioner among ten thousand.

Many practitioners out there had some abilities but only half knew what they were doing, often

pretending to know more than they did to deceive others.

Yash would usually expose them on the spot. However, as he looked at Blake with two children, he

imagined the image of a single man, widowed or divorced, struggling to survive.

That's why he kindly offered some advice.

Josh was rendered speechless by this remark. How dare Yash imply that Lilly didn't understand?

He believed that no one understood better than Lilly!

He was about to speak, but Lilly beat him to it this time. "It's not that we don't understand, it's that you

don't understand," Lilly pointed at the items displayed in the living room. "What you have there is not for

summoning spirits, it's for trapping them."

Yash nodded, "Indeed, to retain the soul, you need a soul-binding formation."

Lilly opened her mouth wide, "So, you know that? Then do you know that this approach can make

Miah's whole body ache?"

Yash couldn't agree with that. He learned the orthodox method of summoning and retaining spirits, and

there was no reason for a soul to feel physical pain.

A soul isn't a human, so how could it feel pain?

He said displeasedly, "Little girl, don't speak nonsense just because you've learned a little bit. Is this

your father? Even he doesn't dare to speak out, but you..."

Blake interrupted him, "My daughter's thoughts are the same as mine."

Yash fell silent.

He was speechless. Were they here to cause trouble?

Or perhaps, these people had learned about Miah's parents' desperation and were taking advantage of

the situation to deceive them?

Previously, Miah's parents had brought a fake practitioner who claimed to be able to retrieve Miah's

soul, but they were utterly useless. They shamelessly told Miah's parents that her soul had already

returned home and demanded ten thousand dollars as a fee.

Yash promptly kicked that person out onto the street.

Damn it, now another scammer showed up, and with two children, no less.

Enough was enough!

Yash glared and pointed to the door, "Get out!"