How could the man possibly agree to such conditions?
He had already seen Nian Nian and even managed to grab hold of the little one. He knew exactly what kind of child this was. Even if he were given a hundred other kids, none of them could compare.
If this whole thing went as planned, he would never again have to grovel in front of anyone.
The title of the number - one head - shaman would then belong to someone else.
The old man, on the other hand, was completely in the dark. He simply thought the child was just an ordinary kid.
He assumed that the man had some grudge against Taoist Qingyun and the others, which was why he was so fixated on this child.
One flat - out refused, while the other felt his pride had been wounded and was extremely unhappy.
Within just a few words, they reached a stalemate and started fighting.
What does it feel like to see a person's head flying?
What about seeing two heads flying, chasing and biting each other?
It was extremely surreal.
This kind of thing usually only happened to non - human creatures. Everyone, including Taoist Qingyun, was seeing it for the first time in their lives.
The two were so engrossed in their fight that with the old man's interference, the man had no time to protect Zhao Tang's parents.
These two helpless weaklings were quickly captured.
Shen Weixun and Mu Yanchen went inside to look for the child.
Taoist Qingyun and the others guarded the outside.
Zhang Zicheng was holding Zhao Tang's parents hostage, but his eyes were glued to the two head - shamans.
"Master, what's the use of them practicing such a spell? All they do is split their bodies and fly around. If I were to act now and do something to their bodies, wouldn't they just drop dead on the spot?"
Zhang Zicheng smacked his lips. Suddenly, he thought that foreign shamans were nothing special.
"Foolish people should read more. Your third junior brother would never ask such a stupid question."
Taoist Qingyun snorted. He was both angry and amused by his dim - witted disciple.
If the Flying Head Spell just allowed one's head to fly around, it would be completely useless.
Its real purpose was to strengthen oneself and achieve immortality.
However, during the practice of the Flying Head Spell, the body temperature would gradually drop.
At first, before it was fully mastered, one had to put their body back together within a certain period.
As time went on, the time limit would gradually extend, and the body temperature would approach that of a dead person.
Eventually, there would be no time limit at all, and the body would be just like a real corpse.
Moreover, the Flying Head Spell wasn't just about flying heads. Every part of the body, even internal organs, could be separated.
So, even if one were to destroy the body while the head was flying, it would be useless because everything would eventually come back and reassemble.
Even if a head - shaman was hacked into eighteen pieces, they could still find all the parts and put themselves back together.
Of course, one could also use methods like burning or using sulfuric acid to corrode the body and dissolve the remaining parts.
In this case, the flying head really couldn't return to its original body. But the flying head, which could exist independently of the body, would still be alive.
They could even find a new corpse or take over someone else's body to continue living.
Unless one was a hundred percent sure that they could destroy the body and capture the head, they should never casually attack someone who had mastered the Flying Head Spell.
Even Taoist Qingyun himself wasn't confident enough, let alone his young apprentices.
Maybe Nian Nian had the ability, but given her age and intelligence, she wouldn't think things through so carefully.
A single slip - up could lead to an enemy who would never let go. It would be a case of "either he dies or he bites you relentlessly".
The kids really needed to read more. They should do extra training when they got back.
Zhang Zicheng had no idea what kind of consequences his casual question would bring.
After being scolded by his master, he obediently shut his mouth.
He continued to watch the Flying Head battle.
Of course, the old man, who had already mastered the spell, had the upper hand.
They didn't even need to do much. The man was already at a disadvantage and quickly put his head back on.
When he got back, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood was black and stank so badly that it could be smelled from dozens of meters away.
"Oh, he's been cursed."
Taoist Qingyun raised his eyebrows. He thought even more highly of the old man and was glad they weren't enemies.
Being able to cast other curses on the enemy while performing the Flying Head Spell was truly a sign of great strength.
At the same time, Shen Weixun and Mu Yanchen came out of the house with Nian Nian in their arms.
The little one had his eyes tightly shut and was snoring softly.
If it weren't for his peaceful expression, they would have thought the little one had been seriously injured.
Now that the child had been rescued, there was no need to let this evil shaman continue to cause harm in the world.
"Do you need this guy for anything?"
Taoist Qingyun pointed at the man kneeling on the ground.
"What would I want him for? You can deal with him however you like."
The old man waved his hand. He couldn't kill a fellow shaman.
There were local rules. Shamans could fight among themselves for personal gain, but if someone's life was taken, they would be hunted down by everyone.
He didn't want to get into trouble.
"Then I'll take action."
Taoist Qingyun took out a fire talisman from his sleeve and threw it at the man. Then he recited an incantation and blew, and the flames grew bigger and bigger.
They watched coldly as the man crawled on the ground in agony, his throat emitting pained wails.
This was the first time in years that Taoist Qingyun had felt such a strong killing intent.
It was also the most decisive action he had ever taken.
The little one was their sore spot. This guy dared to set his sights on his young apprentice.
Even in the underworld, he would make sure this guy suffered.
Zhao Tang's parents shivered when they saw this.
They seemed to have already anticipated their own fates.
In fact, they were just ordinary people. No matter how angry Taoist Qingyun was, he wouldn't lay a hand on them.
The law would punish them. Just the crimes of human trafficking and attempted murder were enough to put them in jail for life.
Moreover, Nian Nian's parents and Shen Weixun's professional legal team were there to make sure they didn't get away with it.
There was absolutely no way they would have an easy time.
The two were both fugitives. Shen Weixun just needed to arrange for someone to send them back. He could let his subordinates and Yu Shanhe keep an eye on the follow - up, so he didn't need to worry too much.
Nian Nian slept for a long time.
Under the influence of the drugs, he was groggy all day.
When he finally woke up completely, he was greeted by the loving teachings of his senior brothers and master.
The few of them were like the Tang Monk, buzzing in his ear, stuffing all the safety precautions that an ordinary child should know into Nian Nian's head.
It was the first time the little one realized that there were so many dangers in the outside world.
He finally understood why he had passed out as soon as he entered the room.