Chapter 29: Master Chen

Then, all the villains’ heads fell to the ground like apples dropping from a tree!

Silence.

A deathly silence.

Wang Ziqian’s pupils contracted sharply; he could not believe what he had just witnessed. It was not only him—no one could believe this was real, but the evidence lay before their eyes and they had no choice but to accept it.

Zhang Tianyou, Zhu Shaoqi, and even Zhu Shaohui’s minds were blank, as if everything was too surreal.

They had only seen a strange black light fly from Chen Yuyi’s hand, and then the villains’ heads simply fell off by themselves. Was it really Chen Yuyi who did this?

Despite the headless bodies lying on the ground, everyone had forgotten their fear. More than shock, they felt joy, for now they were safe!

Many people were deeply puzzled as to what had just happened.

But while they were all stunned, Chen Yuyi’s figure had already vanished.

A few curious souls ran to the wall to investigate the black light’s origin.

They broke open the wall and at last saw what it was: the very black VIP card they had previously questioned!

“In fact, that gentleman’s card is different from other black VIP cards!” At that moment, a staff member who had shown great respect toward Chen Yuyi stepped forward; he was actually the manager responsible for this place.

“Different from our cards?” Fu Zhuoqiu, ever regretful for not being able to verify Chen Yuyi’s payment capability, remained meticulous despite the shocking events.

“What’s different about his card?” Another middle-aged man, who had sat in the first row and barely spoken before, couldn’t help but ask.

Everyone was curious.

“His card is the Supreme Card, personally authorized by our boss,” the manager said with reverence.

“Supreme Card!” everyone murmured.

“By the way, why did he have a phone? Weren’t all our phones confiscated? That’s always been your strict rule,” someone recalled Chen Yuyi taking out his phone.

“That’s exactly why he possesses the Supreme Card. Our boss wishes to honor him above all, and would even offer all his assets to him if he desired. Such rules would never apply to him!” The manager’s eyes shone as he spoke, as if mentioning Chen Yuyi filled him with pride.

“May I ask, what is his name? I’d like to befriend him!” a wealthy man asked earnestly.

“I can only tell you his surname is Chen, or you may address him as Master Chen,” the manager replied, unwilling to reveal more.

Everyone nodded; a person like this was nothing short of a master.

“He saved our lives. How shall we thank him?”

“I know someone who is close to Master Chen; let’s ask him!” Suddenly, a tide of people surged toward Zhang Tianyou.

“I heard you’re an old classmate of Master Chen. My company is recruiting talent; why not join us? We’ll treat you generously!” A wealthy man handed over his card, trying to win Zhang Tianyou over.

The others refused to be outdone, and soon everyone was vying to bring Zhang Tianyou into their fold.

Zhang Tianyou was nearly torn apart by them, his clothes splitting at the seams.

Zhu Shaoqi was still in a daze, the faint silhouette of Chen Yuyi lingering in her mind.

Zhu Shaohui’s eyes were already devoid of hope; he felt that all his dignity had begun to collapse the moment he met Chen Yuyi. He realized now that the one looked down upon was himself; he was never worthy to be compared with such a person.

As for Tao Qiang and He Chao, both harbored the same thought: if they met Chen Yuyi again, they must kneel and apologize. At the same time, they felt a certain pride in having once traveled alongside such a man!

Lu Manman and Liu Mengjie’s hearts bloomed with delight. They planned to approach Zhang Tianyou later and learn all they could about Chen Yuyi.

As the crowd dispersed and the venue was tidied up, the manager picked up the phone.

“Mr. Ge, the situation here has been resolved.”

“I knew that with him present, any situation would be dealt with! Good, I’ll let Master Shan know.” After hanging up, Mr. Ge went to Left Hongshan.

Left Hongshan seemed much more haggard overnight.

“Still no news of Qianhui?” The table before him was piled with cigarette butts.

Jiang Kun lowered his head. “I’ve sent people searching the whole city, but there’s no news yet.”

Left Hongshan smoked quietly for a while, then suddenly asked, “How strong do you think Mo Chengkong is?”

Jiang Kun’s face reddened a bit. “A grandmaster! Master Shan, forgive me, I wasn’t able to stop him!”

Left Hongshan sighed gently, without a trace of blame. “It’s not your fault. For twenty years you’ve fought by my side, and naturally had little time to focus on cultivation. If anything, I owe you.”

Jiang Kun’s tiger eyes glistened with tears. “Master Shan, rest assured, my life is yours. Even if it takes my last breath, I’ll fight Mo Chengkong!”

Mr. Ge, who had been silent, now spoke. “I don’t think Mo Chengkong is so fearsome.”

Left Hongshan and Jiang Kun looked at him in surprise.

“Don’t forget, Master Shan, we still have a trump card!” Mr. Ge fingered his prayer beads.

Left Hongshan considered, “Are you speaking of that young man?”

Jiang Kun realized, “Indeed, if he acts, and I lead the charge, Mo Chengkong may not prevail.”

Mr. Ge chuckled, “If he truly intervenes, I doubt you’ll need to fight at all.”

Left Hongshan remained thoughtful. “Though I know the boy is exceptional, Mo Chengkong is a grandmaster as you say. Even if the boy is on that level, I still worry something might go wrong. Otherwise, how could I answer to Qianhui? Besides, he’s quite defiant before me; I fear he may refuse to intervene.”

“Looks like you’ve taken a real liking to the boy. What do you plan to do?” Mr. Ge smiled.

“Recently, I heard that the eldest disciple of Daoist Zhong, the so-called Living Immortal, has appeared in Jiang. Daoist Zhong’s abilities are unfathomable, and his disciple must be extraordinary as well. I intend to meet him personally!”

“Daoist Zhong? Living Immortal?” Mr. Ge murmured, fingering his beads.

“Why? Do you have doubts, Mr. Ge?” Left Hongshan asked.

“No. If that’s your plan, I have no objections.”

Left Hongshan nodded. “A pity Daoist Zhong himself cannot be persuaded to help; otherwise, our chances would be greater.”

“Worldly folk like us could never persuade the Living Immortal. Don’t worry, Master Shan. As you said, his disciple should be excellent, likely inheriting much of Daoist Zhong’s skills. Still, even if his disciple helps, I think it’s necessary to inform the boy as well, and see what place the lady holds in his heart.”

Left Hongshan pondered long and hard, then nodded. “Indeed. Qianhui’s abduction is ultimately related to him. Had Qianhui not been saddened by him, she wouldn’t have gone alone to the cemetery, nor would the abduction have happened. Whether he helps or not, he must know.”

He turned to Jiang Kun. “Kun, go tell the boy personally that Qianhui has been taken. Don’t mention anything else for now.”

“Yes, Master Shan!” Jiang Kun bowed and departed.

“Master Shan, there’s been some trouble at Dongping Lake,” Mr. Ge said.

“What trouble?” Left Hongshan frowned; that was his most valued property.

“I believe Mo Chengkong sent people to cause trouble and killed some bodyguards. But you needn’t worry; it’s been resolved.”

“Resolved?” Left Hongshan knew that if Mo Chengkong was involved, things could be tricky. How could it be resolved so quickly?

“Yes, because Chen Yuyi happened to be there today!” Mr. Ge smiled.

Left Hongshan paused, then burst out laughing.

Afterward, his gaze turned sharp. “Mo Chengkong, twenty years ago you were no match for me, and even if you’ve returned with great skill, you still won’t be my equal!”

…

This was an abandoned factory on the outskirts of River City, overgrown with weeds.

Qin Guo lay hidden in the grass, his right arm limp, eyes fixed ahead.

Three figures were searching the area, approaching from outside the thicket.

“Qin Guo, come out and accept your fate! To die at the hands of the Feng brothers is a blessing!” the eldest of the three shouted.

“Bah! So-called King of Killers? What a joke! Come out and let Grandpa show you how it’s really done!” The second brother spat as he yelled.

Though searching and shouting, the three kept cautious, not daring to separate too much. They knew that in single combat, none could defeat Qin Guo, and his cunning demanded vigilance.

But now, even if they didn’t stick together, Qin Guo could not win. He was badly wounded, his right arm nearly useless. Even an ordinary person could kill him now. Otherwise, he would never have called Chen Yuyi in desperation.

As the three drew closer, sweat beaded on his forehead.

Less than ten paces—they were almost upon him.

Qin Guo felt a trace of unwillingness. Would he really die here?

Suddenly, the Feng brothers exclaimed in unison, “Who’s there?”

“Me!” A voice, soft and calm, drifted through the air.

But to Qin Guo, it thundered like the heavens—“Master Chen, you’ve finally come!”