This celestial master cultivates both physical and magical arts; why did you provoke him?

Outside the window, the sun is shining brightly.

But in the office, all three of them felt a chill.

Cuihua floated outside the window, peering inside through the glass.

She watched Xia En's retreating figure, then looked at the jade talisman, and suddenly remembered something.

She floated in, floated to Xia En's side, stretched out her pale hand, pointed to the eyes on the jade talisman, and then pointed to the east.

Xia En frowned: "East?"

Cuihua nodded.

What happened to the east?

Cuihua opened her mouth and uttered a few indistinct syllables, which sounded like "mountain" and "temple".

Xia En stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly understood.

"You mean, that place, in the mountains to the east? There's a temple there?"

Cuihua nodded vigorously.

Xia En remained silent for a few seconds before putting away the jade talisman.

"Okay," he said. "Let's go take a look."

Chen Guodong was taken aback: "Now?"

"Now."

Xia En stood up and walked out.

Fang Zijian quickly followed.

As Xia En reached the door, he suddenly stopped.

He turned to look at Chen Guodong.

"Captain Chen."

"Um?"

"If I don't come back," he said, "tell my master not to look for me."

Chen Guodong was stunned.

"What do you mean?"

Xia En didn't answer, but just smiled and turned to leave the office.

Fang Zijian chased after her, wanting to ask something, but seeing Xia En's expression, he swallowed his words.

The two people and the ghost walked out of the police station and into the sunlight outside.

Standing at the office window, Chen Guodong watched the receding figure and suddenly had a strange feeling.

The young man seemed to be heading somewhere.

It's a very dangerous place.

A place I may never return to.

He took out his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and looked at the number saved as "Zhang Jingxuan".

I hesitated for a long time, but still didn't dial the number.

The young man told him not to look for it.

Then... I won't look for it.

Chen Guodong put his phone back in his pocket and looked out the window.

The sun is shining brightly.

But for some reason, he felt a little cold.

Fifty miles to the east, there is an unnamed, desolate mountain.

Halfway up the mountain, there is a dilapidated ancient temple.

The temple gate has collapsed, leaving only two stone pillars.

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and half of the roof of the main hall had collapsed, revealing a dark space inside.

Deep inside the main hall, a dark figure sat cross-legged.

He was wearing a tattered Taoist robe, his face was covered with black veins, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Exactly the same as Zhang Jing'an.

But he is older, stronger, and more dangerous than Zhang Jing'an.

In front of him was a row of seven jade talismans, each engraved with an eye symbol.

Suddenly, one of the jade talismans cracked.

"Smack."

It was a very soft sound.

The dark figure opened its eyes and looked at the shattered jade talisman.

A hint of surprise flashed in his blood-red eyes.

Then, surprise turned into anger.

Anger turned into a ferocious smile.

"Interesting," he said, his voice hoarse and grating. "He actually managed to take down seven of my men."

He stood up, walked to the temple entrance, and looked into the distance.

That direction leads to Jiangzhou City.

"Xia En..." he murmured to himself, "Zhang Jingxuan's last disciple...I heard he cultivates both physical and magical techniques?"

He laughed, his mouthful of sharp teeth showing.

"Okay, very good."

"Let me see just how powerful you really are, with your dual cultivation of physical and magical techniques."

He turned and walked back into the depths of the main hall.

In the darkness, pairs of blood-red eyes lit up.

Three days after the incident, at the Celestial Master's Mansion.

Zhang Jingxuan stared at the video on her phone, falling into a deep silence.

In the video, Shane punches an evil creature into a wall, causing the wall to collapse.

Another punch sent the second evil creature flying, crashing through two walls.

With the final punch, the ground cracked open, creating a fissure tens of meters long.

Zhang Jingxuan rubbed her temples.

"Master?" Senior Brother Zhang Jingqing leaned over. "What's wrong?"

Zhang Jingxuan handed him the phone.

After reading it, Zhang Jingqing also fell silent.

After a long silence, he spoke: "Junior brother, are you... a body cultivator?"

"He is a Taoist master," Zhang Jingxuan said.

"How could that master...?"

"How would I know?" Zhang Jingxuan sighed. "I taught him thunder magic and talismans, but I never taught him boxing."

Zhang Jingqing thought for a moment: "Perhaps he taught himself?"

Zhang Jingxuan fell silent again.

Can self-study break through the wall?

Is this something you can learn on your own?

Just then, another disciple ran in: "Master, there's a reporter down the mountain who wants to interview you. He says he wants to ask about Senior Brother Xia."

Zhang Jingxuan waved her hand: "I won't see you."

"But he said he personally witnessed Senior Brother Xia punch through three walls..."

Zhang Jingxuan and Zhang Jingqing exchanged a glance.

"Let him in," Zhang Jingxuan said.

Ten minutes later, Fang Zijian sat in the reception room of the Celestial Master's Mansion, trembling with excitement.

"Master Zhang!"

He held the recorder. "I'd like to ask, Senior Brother Xia En, is this... this dual cultivation of physical and magical techniques a tradition of the Celestial Master's Mansion?"

Zhang Jingxuan was silent for two seconds: "No."

"How did he train like that?"

"I don't know either."

Fang Zijian was taken aback: "You don't know either?"

"I don't know," Zhang Jingxuan said. "He was like this when he first started."

Fang Zijian: "..."

Is this how it is when you first start?

What the hell is this monster?

"Then, how does he usually practice his skills?"

Zhang Jingxuan thought for a moment: "In the morning I chant scriptures, in the morning I draw talismans, in the afternoon I practice thunder magic, and in the evening... I think I go to the back mountain to move stones in the evening."

"Moving stones?"

"Yes." Zhang Jingxuan nodded. "There's a big rock on the back mountain, weighing several thousand kilograms. He moves it back and forth every night, saying it's for body training."

Fang Zijian fell silent.

How can you move stones weighing several thousand kilograms back and forth?

Is this what you call body training?

This is clearly cultivation!

"Then, what about his Thunder Magic?"

"He also practices lightning magic."

Zhang Jingqing chimed in from the side, "Every morning they bombarded the trees on the back mountain. They did this for three years, and now there isn't a single tree left in that forest."

Fang Zijian: "..."

He suddenly understood what Shane meant by "If magic doesn't work, use your fists."

This person's lightning magic is so powerful that it can flatten a forest, and his fists can punch through walls—and yet he still thinks magic is inadequate?

What the hell is this Versailles?

After the interview, Fang Zijian walked out of the Celestial Master's Mansion, stood at the mountain gate, and looked at Longhu Mountain in the distance.

The sun is shining brightly.

The mountain breeze is very gentle.

But his feelings were complicated.

He took out his phone, opened the notes app, and started typing:

"Xia En, a disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion, is twenty-three years old. He cultivates both physical and magical techniques—his lightning magic can flatten mountains, and his fists and feet can penetrate walls."

"According to his master, he was like this when he first joined the sect. An investigation into related incidents involving a cult is currently underway. This person is extremely dangerous; it is advised not to provoke him."

After typing it, he read it over and added a sentence:

"If you absolutely have to provoke them, I suggest you buy insurance first."

Then, he put his phone back in his pocket and strode down the mountain.

Behind them, Mount Longhu stands majestically.

A thunderclap boomed atop the mountain.

……

Jiangzhou City, Jiangzhou University.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and people were coming and going on campus.

Xia En stood downstairs at the girls' dormitory, wearing a gray hoodie with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing her well-defined forearms.

She was wearing black sweatpants and canvas shoes, her hair was a little messy, and she had a lollipop in her mouth.

He looked exactly like a second-year college student who had skipped class to take a stroll.

Fang Zijian stood next to him, holding up his phone and pretending to read the news, but actually secretly recording a video.

The female ghost Cuihua floated in the shade of a tree ten meters away, dutifully keeping watch.

Even though it was broad daylight, she dared not get close to the sunlight.

Are you sure this is the place?

With a lollipop in her mouth, Xia En asked indistinctly.

"Sure."

Fang Zijian lowered his voice, "Liu Ruyan, the campus belle of Jiangzhou University, a third-year performing arts student, contacted you yesterday through Chen Guodong, saying she had an urgent matter to ask for your help. We arranged to meet at 4 pm today, downstairs at her dormitory."