Chapter 105 – Dragon Vein Revival? The Battle of National Destiny!!
"Uncle, aren't we supposed to be investigating a case? What are you doing?!"
A-Lian watched Uncle Feng busily preparing food. It was the first time she'd seen him so seriously cleaning up the place.
"A-Lian, we'll have guests here soon. Mind your appearance."
Uncle Feng estimated the time. Zhong Fabai wasn't far away, so he knew the other party would probably arrive soon.
"Okay, Uncle."
"Uncle Feng, who's coming?"
Officer Miao curiously came over. After spending the past few days with Uncle Feng, he found himself getting along well with this eccentric old man—actually better than with Officer Lin. Of course, part of it was because Uncle Feng's niece was so attractive. He couldn't help but try to get closer, hoping to take advantage of the proximity.
"My junior brother and his disciple are coming!"
Uncle Feng looked up at the door, already sensing the two of them approaching.
The other three were also curious, even Officer Lin, who usually wasn't interested, was drawn in by the visitors.
Could there really be someone in this world more handsome than me?
Officer Lin suddenly began to doubt his own looks, while Officer Miao felt a bit defeated. As for A-Lian, the moment she saw Renji, her eyes lit up—what a handsome guy!
"Senior Brother Lin!!"
"Junior Brother, it's been a long time!!"
Uncle Feng and Zhong Fabai walked quickly toward each other, grabbing hands with enthusiasm, eyes full of emotion.
After so many years apart, it had been a long time since they'd met.
"This is your disciple, right? He really is quite a talent!"
Uncle Feng looked Renji up and down, then nodded in satisfaction. It was clear that Renji hadn't slacked off in his cultivation. In his heart, Uncle Feng approved of Zhong Fabai's disciple—he really was a promising young man.
At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a bit of sadness. In this age of the decline of the Dao, passing down Daoist teachings and finding a suitable disciple had become truly difficult. When would he find someone who could inherit his mantle?
"Greetings, Martial Uncle."
"Good, good, good. Come, let's eat first. We'll talk while we eat."
Uncle Feng warmly led the two inside, immediately drawing Zhong Fabai into conversation. He brought up the issue of the baleful aura in Hong Kong. He'd noticed it recently too, and after learning what Zhong Fabai had discovered, he realized that the current situation in Hong Kong was even more complicated than he'd thought.
From Renji's earlier Haunted Mansion incident, to the recent case where even Daoists couldn't recognize a ghostly possession, and then to the "Three Family Residence," Zhong Fabai recounted all the supernatural events he'd experienced lately.
This annoyed Officer Lin, who as a policeman had always believed there were no ghosts in this world and disapproved of Uncle Feng's so-called Daoist methods for catching people.
In his view, these weren't really "zombie cases" at all!
But the others kept talking about all the recent paranormal incidents, which he felt was all nonsense. If any of this were true, how could he, an insider in the police force, not know a thing about it?
If you're going to make up stories, at least make them believable!
Unlike Officer Lin, Officer Miao—who had seen some of these things firsthand—was much more willing to believe Zhong Fabai.
As for A-Lian, she didn't listen at all. Her eyes were basically glued to Renji.
"So, looking at things now, the situation in Hong Kong isn't good. I've also heard rumors about sorcerers hurting people. Maybe it's just as you said,"
Uncle Feng rubbed his forehead and then turned to Renji. "By the way, your master said you started a ghost-catching company to get all of us together?"
For now, he didn't want to think too much about it, so he looked at Renji.
He actually felt conflicted about the idea. Zhong Fabai had already analyzed the pros and cons with him, but Uncle Feng wasn't the type who liked being managed. Otherwise, he wouldn't have had so many disputes with the higher-ups back then.
Uncle Feng knew he was eccentric and worried that working with Renji and the others might not go so smoothly.
Back then, he'd been the first of his brothers to leave the mountain, mostly because even his relationship with his fellow disciples wasn't very good.
"Yes, Martial Uncle. The structure of the ghost-catching company is basically for everyone to share information, help each other if there's a problem. It's not like everyone has to be part of the company."
Really, it was just like a mercenary guild. Besides going after ghosts on their own, they also got clients through people like Liu Qing.
Gathering everyone together just made things easier.
After hearing Renji's explanation, Uncle Feng nodded in understanding, making some calculations in his mind. Maybe this wasn't like what he'd imagined before.
"If that's the case, let's deal with that witch from the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect first."
Uncle Feng didn't agree immediately. He wanted to handle the current threat before thinking further.
"Sure, Martial Uncle, do you have any intel on her?"
Renji didn't mind. If that witch showed up, he had plenty of ways to deal with her. But if she kept hiding, she'd be much harder to find.
"I do have a way."
Uncle Feng glanced at Officer Miao. He'd planned to look for Eddie, Chen Zhuzhu's boyfriend, today anyway.
Once they found him, finding the witch would be much easier.
"Tch, here we go again with the supernatural nonsense."
Officer Lin curled his lips dismissively. He'd just wait and watch them fail.
A ghost-catching company?
Are there even ghosts in this world?
If there were, would he have survived this long?
It was utter nonsense!
There are no ghosts in this world!
"Stop looking, time to eat!"
Uncle Feng coughed lightly and glanced at A-Lian. His niece had a crush on Officer Lin because of his good looks, but now, seeing someone even more handsome, she was clearly lovestruck.
His interruption snapped A-Lian out of it, and she shyly lowered her head to eat. Seeing this, Officer Miao felt his heart shatter.
He already felt he had little chance competing with Officer Lin, and now…
Now there was someone even more handsome, and it looked like their relationship was closer too—after all, Uncle Feng was Renji's martial uncle, so there was already a deeper connection. Did that mean he really didn't stand a chance at all?
After finishing their meal together, they headed to Eddie's gym. As soon as they arrived and said they were looking for Eddie, a group of people immediately blocked the three of them.
Just as Officer Lin was about to reveal his police identity, he was stunned by the scene before him. Renji casually slapped everyone around them, sending them all flying. Uncle Feng's eyes lit up when he saw this, and he turned to Zhong Fabai and asked, "Your disciple's body refinement actually…?"
He could see Renji's Daoist foundation, but didn't expect that on top of his Dao techniques, his physical skills would also be so strong.
"Damn?! My disciple is this amazing?" Zhong Fabai was momentarily confused—he didn't remember teaching Renji this, but seeing Uncle Feng's look, he immediately straightened up and said, "Sigh, my not-so-promising disciple, I just gave him a few pointers, and guess what, he picked it up right away!"
"..."
Uncle Feng was silent.
He knew Zhong Fabai was showing off, but couldn't find any way to refute it.
Suddenly, his urge to take on an outstanding disciple to inherit his mantle became even stronger.
"We can go in. That guy is about to run."
Renji turned to the others, then led the way straight in. Anyone blocking his path was sent flying with a slap.
This made Uncle Feng instantly want to steal Renji as his own disciple!
He even felt regretful inside—how did such a great disciple not cross his path first?!
Inside the gym.
Eddie, who'd been caught, was quickly forced by Renji and the others to reveal who was behind everything.
Outside a villa.
Renji watched as Uncle Feng was dueling with someone inside and grew curious: if he summoned a lightning bolt right now, would the people inside just die instantly?
"Martial Uncle, do you need my help?"
Renji didn't rush to intervene but looked at Uncle Feng, asking if he should step in.
"This guy isn't someone you can deal with. Let me handle it!"
Uncle Feng didn't want to see Renji take any risks. He was a highly talented disciple, and he couldn't let him die in a magical duel.
"It's fine, I can summon heavenly lightning."
"Heavenly lightning? Nephew, who these days can—wait, you can really summon heavenly lightning?!"
Uncle Feng stared in disbelief at the villa, now reduced to ashes by a thunderbolt.
Then he turned, looking back and forth between Renji and Zhong Fabai in astonishment.
Finally, after a long pause, he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Which of you is the master and which is the disciple, anyway?!"
So the real clown was himself?
He'd just been thinking, in this day and age, who could still summon heavenly lightning barehanded?
Maybe if it were back in the days when spiritual energy was abundant, or a few years ago, it could have been possible, but in this era, it should be absolutely impossible!
Now he realized just how needless his earlier worries had been.
"Ahem… so what if the disciple is more impressive? Who says disciples can't surpass their masters?"
Zhong Fabai's face reddened—he himself couldn't do that, but his disciple could. And wasn't Renji supposed to have an affinity for fire?
How could he just summon lightning out of nowhere? No one ever told him that, and he himself didn't even know any lightning techniques. How did Renji learn it?
"What did I just see? Was that really done by a human?"
Officer Lin's eyes flashed with shock. He never used to believe in Daoists, but now he had no choice: with a wave of his hand, the guy summoned lightning and nearly obliterated half a villa.
"Martial Uncle, how was my support?"
Renji grinned at Uncle Feng, as if expecting approval.
"You're the main force! I'm the support, dammit!" Uncle Feng complained inwardly.
How could he count as the support? Renji had done all the heavy lifting.
"The witch inside is trying to run. Shouldn't we capture and interrogate her?"
Since she was from the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect and had been hiding here for a while, she clearly had another purpose.
Blocking her escape route, Renji closely observed the beautiful woman in front of him. He had to admit she was good-looking, but after being shined on by that mirror, the sight was terrifying.
"You've ruined my plans! The Nine Chrysanthemum Sect won't let you go!"
The witch realized there was no escape. The Daoist she'd just fought was about as strong as her, but the one who could casually summon lightning made her lose the will to fight.
She'd hoped to escape quickly and report back.
But now, with her escape blocked, she knew there was almost no chance of leaving alive.
"You people from the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect really never give up, do you? After all these years, you're still fixated on this place?"
Uncle Feng drew out his magical artifact, ready to act at any moment.
"Heh, why shouldn't we take this place? The dragon vein will eventually be ours anyway. People like you aren't worthy of these things!!"
A strange light flickered in the witch's eyes—she knew the others probably already suspected something about her plans.
But it didn't matter. She knew when she took on this mission, she might die here.
After hearing her words, the three exchanged glances—they'd caught on to something important!
Dragon vein?
Wasn't the dragon vein already severed by Liu Bowen?
That was the reason spiritual energy had become so scarce, but this woman kept talking about obtaining the dragon vein—she seemed to know even more than they did.
And if it involved the dragon vein, this was no simple matter.
It might even involve the fate of the nation!
Baleful aura and dragon vein?
The earth dragon rising again, or a dead dragon vein about to revive?
Either way, it didn't sound like good news for Hong Kong.
"Die!"
The witch struck first. In her eyes, Renji was the weakest here. Of the other two, one had just dueled her, and the other—Zhong Fabai—must be the one who used the lightning, so she tried to seize Renji first, hoping to force the others to back off. Maybe she'd have a slim chance to escape.
Watching her prepare to attack Renji, both Zhong Fabai and Uncle Feng had odd looks on their faces.
Why go for the strongest one?
Given Renji's earlier performance, Uncle Feng knew he couldn't do the same. Some people are just naturally talented—what takes him a year to learn, others can master in a day. That's the difference.
Seeing Renji apparently frozen in place, the witch's eyes flashed with delight—she thought she'd scared him stiff, and her chance had come!
(End of chapter)
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