"Old woman, hurry and reincarnate. I won't take any of the merit from my chanting; it's all for you. I hope you are born into a good family!" Li Tianxiong spoke with utmost kindness, and as he finished, the sound of his chanting rose again, this time booming and rugged, like a peaceful melody in the deep night.

The green-faced old woman nodded, rose from the ground, stretched out her hands, and her body transformed into a stream of green light, ascending into the night sky until she merged with the distant stars.

Li Tianxiong's chanting ceased, but Dongzi watched the green-faced old woman depart, his expression turning deeply displeased. Only one thought occupied his mind: This is such an embarrassment; that brat actually managed to win! What am I supposed to do now? Once my senior brother (referring to the commitment he thought he was making) makes a declaration, it can't be taken back. What on earth am I going to do? This situation thoroughly distressed Dongzi, and he paced back and forth on the floor.

"Master, I won!" Li Tianxiong was naturally triumphant, having bested Dongzi. Though, to an outsider, beating Dongzi wasn't much of an achievement; it was expected.

"Alright, Dongzi, come here!" Zhou Huan put down his teacup and stood up. "The technique Dongzi unintentionally used just now is to make spirits step upon the head of the practitioner to take them wherever they wish to go. Remember this method for the future; the 'Ghost Climbing the Wall' technique was only for mutual cooperation." After speaking, Zhou Huan placed his hands behind his back, turned, and walked toward his own room.

Dongzi blinked his small eyes, glanced at Zhou Huan’s retreating figure, and then looked at Li Tianxiong beside him. Suddenly, he lunged forward like a maddened dog, grabbing Li Tianxiong by the shoulders: "You bastard, daring to use the soul I summoned to accomplish your task."

"Who used your things? You saw it yourself; she willingly sat before me to recite the chants together, and in the end, didn't she ascend from my summoning platform!" Li Tianxiong emphasized his own contribution, then looked at Dongzi with utter disdain: "Brother, doesn't this make me the senior brother this time?"

Zhou Huan had anticipated the two would inevitably cause a ruckus. So, as he reached the doorway of his room, he shouted loudly: "It's settled then. Dongzi, stop arguing. Li Tianxiong is the eldest disciple; you will be his junior brother. You need to work much harder in the future; otherwise, how will you help me revitalize the sect!"

Dongzi was infuriated by Zhou Huan’s words, bordering on shame and anger. His stubborn mule-like temper flared up, making him disregard everything else. He gripped Li Tianxiong's collar, raising his hand to strike.

But what Dongzi hadn't expected was Li Tianxiong deftly flicking Dongzi's hand off his collar before taking a deliberate step back. "Dongzi, I don't want to fight you, but if you are unconvinced, we can spar. However, one condition: stop when you've made your point, no injuring anyone."

"To hell with your 'stop when you've made your point'!" Dongzi yelled, throwing a punch that landed hard against Li Tianxiong's face.

Li Tianxiong merely raised a hand to deflect the blow, then pivoted, hooking his foot behind Dongzi's ankle, and with a gentle push, sent Dongzi sprawling onto the ground.

"Aha! You've got a couple of tricks too. If I don't use my real strength, you won't know who's truly superior!" Dongzi was genuinely incensed this time. He scrambled up from the floor, grabbed a stool, and prepared to swing.

Just then, Li Tianxiong cupped his hands in a salute and knelt on one knee: "Senior Brother, stop fighting. You are the superior one; this junior admits defeat!"

Li Tianxiong's sudden action stunned Dongzi, leaving him frozen in place for a long moment. He stared at Li Tianxiong with his tiny, bean-sized eyes: "What is this all about?"

"Brother Dongzi, I've thought it through!" Li Tianxiong then stood up and leaned close to Dongzi's ear to whisper: "You are older than me, so it’s normal for me to call you Senior Brother. But since Master has decided I am the senior disciple, we must give Master face in public, right? Outside, you pretend to call me Senior Brother, and when Master isn't around, I’ll call you Senior Brother. How about that?"

Dongzi pondered this for a long time before finally breaking into his charming, foolish grin: "Fine, but you must remember not to let the secret slip. When Master isn't around, whatever I tell you to do, you must do!" In truth, Dongzi just wanted an easy way out. Li Tianxiong saw this perfectly, which is why he suggested it—he wanted a compromise where neither lost face or honor.

From then on, Zhou Huan officially had two disciples. He spent his days lecturing them on theoretical knowledge, but practical opportunities were scarce, as the Fushou Hall (Hall of Fortune and Longevity) had only recently opened for business.

Dongzi often grumbled to himself, "This is bizarre. Nobody has died lately, and we're all going to starve to death."

Zhou Huan slapped him. "Can you say something positive? Don't I know we need money to eat? Besides, although Mr. Wang's money was a donation, we still need to show some appreciation. But we certainly can't treat dead people as our source of good fortune, can we!"

"Exactly, exactly! Junior Brother, stop making Master angry. Don't speak nonsense when there's nothing going on!" Li Tianxiong chimed in agreement with Zhou Huan, silencing Dongzi completely, leaving his face flushed scarlet, almost purple.

After lecturing Dongzi, Zhou Huan let out a long sigh, muttering to himself, "It's true; not having any work to do isn't sustainable. The incense paper in Fushou Hall is getting damp. We can't exactly go back to begging, can we!" He walked back and forth in the main hall with his hands behind his back. Suddenly, a bright idea sparked in his mind, and he picked up the phone to call Xiao He.

"Brother Huan, why haven't you called me in so long? Do you have another woman outside?" The moment the call connected, a barrage of angry accusations erupted from the other end, startling Zhou Huan so badly that his innocent face twitched with a hint of pained distress.

"My dear, do you think I'm that kind of person? It hasn't been that long, has it? It's only been two days!"

Dongzi and Li Tianxiong snickered secretly and quietly retreated to the backyard to work.

"Hmph, that's better. I was just trying to scare you; I know you wouldn't dare cheat on me, or when I get back, I'll make you pay! Are you calling because you miss me today?" Wang Xiaohe's tone softened into a cooing sweetness on the phone, the kind that makes anyone listening feel she is utterly submerged in the bliss of love.

Zhou Huan, naturally direct, answered without hesitation after Xiao He asked. "No, I don't miss you. I'm calling to ask you something."

The sweet voice on the other end suddenly turned tempestuous: "What? If you don't miss me, why call me?" The connection paused for a moment before Xiao He spoke again, "Go on, what is it?"

"I was wondering if I should promote Fushou Hall. You know I've taken on another disciple, and now even eating is becoming a problem. I can't keep asking Mr. Wang for handouts, so I thought about publicizing Fushou Hall to attract paying clients from society."

"You're being dense! That's easy to handle. Advertise the first two cases you handled. Find two sensationalist weekly magazines, throw in some gossip ads for publicity, and then place an ad in the newspaper stating your fee structure—people will naturally come calling." Wang Xiaohe made it sound incredibly simple, leaving Zhou Huan utterly mortified.

Zhou Huan slapped his own forehead, mumbling dully, "You're right, of course. Okay, I'll do exactly as you say. Take care of yourself." With that, Zhou Huan hung up.

Next, Zhou Huan went inside, put on his jacket, stuffed his phone and wallet in his pocket, and headed out. "Dongzi, watch the door. Tianxiong, come with me."

"Yes, right away!" Li Tianxiong quickly put on his coat and followed Zhou Huan out the door, leaving Dongzi alone at Fushou Hall.

This left Dongzi furious. "Damn this senior brother business! He hasn't used his 'senior' authority even once. I should have just beaten that brat Tianxiong up that day to vent my anger." Frustrated, Dongzi had no choice but to sit in Fushou Hall, mimicking Zhou Huan by holding a teacup and silently sipping tea.

Li Tianxiong was someone who had seen the world; his parents were business owners, and he was heavily influenced by them, having experienced and understood many aspects of worldly affairs. Following Zhou Huan out made things much smoother for Zhou Huan.

The two visited numerous newspaper and magazine offices in Andong City, explaining their purpose. Finally, they secured an agreement with one major newspaper, boasting millions of readers, to conduct exclusive interviews about Zhou Huan's two recent supernatural incidents. After negotiation, the newspaper finalized the interview schedule and participants: Zhou Huan, Officer Xiao Li from the police station, and Li Tianxiong—but notably, not Dongzi.

After this, Zhou Huan, under the guise of a business venture, placed an advertisement in Andong City's most famous advertising paper. The text read: "Fushou Hall: Specializing in handling supernatural incidents, funeral rites, and soul transcendence. Reasonable fees." The bottom line included Zhou Huan’s full name, contact number, and address.

In the evening, Zhou Huan and Li Tianxiong returned to Fushou Hall, both looking exhausted. Zhou Huan called out to Dongzi, "Dongzi, help us pour some tea for your senior brother and me. We are worn out from the day."

"Oh, alright!" Dongzi replied reluctantly. Pouring water for Zhou Huan didn't bother him, but serving Li Tianxiong made him resentful.

After dinner, Zhou Huan went to his room to rest. Li Tianxiong also intended to retire, but Dongzi grabbed him: "Senior Brother, where are you running off to? I've served you all evening; shouldn't you show some appreciation!"

Li Tianxiong knew Dongzi smoked. And indeed, Li Tianxiong was quite calculating; he had deliberately bought an extra pack of cigarettes while out with Zhou Huan, anticipating Dongzi might hassle him later, thus avoiding a fight between the two. He casually tossed the pack to Dongzi, plastering a smile on his face: "Senior Brother, your junior brother is truly exhausted today. So, I specially bought this pack of cigarettes for you when we were out. Please take it and enjoy."

Dongzi saw that the guy was quite thoughtful, so he accepted the cigarettes and flashed a toothy grin. "Since Junior Brother is so worldly-wise, then you should rest early. Remember to pour your Senior Brother a cup of tea tomorrow morning!"

"Absolutely, absolutely!" Li Tianxiong smiled, retreated to his room, and fell into a deep sleep.