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

Ten minutes later, underground at the chemical plant.

Sure enough, there was a basement.

The entrance is hidden beneath an abandoned reactor, making it very well concealed.

If Liu Zhiyuan hadn't led the way, we wouldn't have been able to find it at all.

Xia En lifted the cover, and a strong, eerie aura rushed out.

He jumped.

The basement was small, only a dozen square meters, with cement walls on all four sides and a few pieces of cardboard on the floor.

A person is curled up on the cardboard.

He was in his early twenties, with a pale face, chapped lips, and closed eyes.

Qian Xiaobao.

He is still alive.

Xia En knelt down and checked his pulse.

It's weak, but it's still jumping.

"Found it."

He spoke into his phone.

Chen Guodong breathed a sigh of relief on the other end of the phone.

Xia En carried Qian Xiaobao on his back and climbed out of the basement.

Liu Zhiyuan was still lying on the ground when he saw Xia En carrying Qian Xiaobao out, and he went completely limp.

Xia En didn't look at him, and carried Qian Xiaobao out.

He suddenly stopped when he reached the factory gate.

Under the moonlight, a figure stood fifty meters away.

The man was wearing a black trench coat and a hat, so his face was obscured.

But Xia En could sense a strong yin energy emanating from him.

It was more concentrated than any evil thing I had ever seen before.

"interesting."

The man spoke, his voice hoarse and grating, "To actually find your way here, you must be quite powerful."

Xia En didn't say anything, but simply put Qian Xiaobao on the ground and stood up straight.

"Are you the mastermind behind this?"

The man laughed, a sinister and terrifying laugh.

"You can call me that."

"What do you want with that land?"

What do you think?

The man tilted his head. "What I'm looking for is under that patch of ground."

Xia En stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly asked:

"Did you kill Zhang Jing'an?"

The man was silent for a moment, then smiled.

"Zhang Jing'an? That person from the Celestial Master's Mansion?"

He shook his head. "He's asking for it. He came here, saw things he shouldn't have, and then tried to stop me."

"Shouldn't he have died?!"

He paused, his tone becoming playful.

"However, Little Celestial Master, his thunder magic is indeed quite good. Unfortunately, thunder magic alone is not enough."

Xia En nodded.

"you're right."

He said, "Thunder magic alone is not enough."

He raised his right hand, and lightning crackled in his palm.

The man remained unmoved, and even laughed:

"Ha! Thunder magic? Useless against me!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, Xia En moved.

He didn't use lightning magic.

He took a step forward, instantly closing the five-meter distance, and punched the man in the face.

"Bang--!!!"

The person had no time to react and was sent flying backward like a cannonball.

It crashed through one wall, then through a second wall, and finally got stuck in a third wall.

The factory was quiet.

Xia En withdrew his fist and dusted off his hands.

"Feel sorry,"

He looked at the wall and said calmly:

"If you feel that magical attacks are too weak, this humble Taoist also knows a little bit of martial arts."

In the ruins, the man struggled to crawl out from the pile of bricks.

The hat flew off, revealing a deathly pale face.

He was bloodless, expressionless, with only a pair of blood-red eyes staring intently at Xia En.

His face was deformed, half of it collapsed, and black energy was gushing out from his seven orifices.

"you……"

He spoke, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible, "You're not a traditional Taoist master at all..."

"I am."

Xia En said, "Can't a Taoist priest know a little martial arts?"

The man stared intently at him, then suddenly laughed.

He laughed until his mouth was full of black blood.

"Interesting...really interesting..."

He staggered to his feet, "Cultivating both physical and magical techniques... truly a fine disciple taught by the Old Celestial Master Zhang Jingxuan..."

He pulled a jade talisman from his pocket and crushed it violently.

Black energy surged out and enveloped his body.

"I'll remember that next time."

He said, "I will be ready."

The black mist dissipated, and the person was gone.

Xia En stood there, watching the dissipating black mist, and remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he turned around, walked back, and carried Qian Xiaobao on his back.

"Let's go," he said.

Liu Zhiyuan lay sprawled on the ground, staring at him with eyes full of fear.

Xia En didn't look at him, and strode out with Qian Xiaobao on her back.

When Chen Guodong arrived with his men, this was the scene he saw.

A young man, carrying an unconscious person on his back, walked out of the ruins.

The moonlight shone on him, giving him a silvery glow.

He walked steadily, step by step, neither too fast nor too slow.

Just like the person who punched through two walls just now, it wasn't him.

Chen Guodong went to greet him:

"Master Xia! Are you alright?"

"fine."

"Don't you trust my abilities?"

Xia En handed Qian Xiaobao to the medical staff, saying, "The person has been found, and he's alive."

Chen Guodong let out a long breath, then looked at the walls that had been breached, and his lips twitched.

Where is that person?

They ran away.

"They ran away?"

"Um."

Xia En brushed the dust off his clothes. "We'll talk about it next time."

He turned and walked out.

Chen Guodong caught up with him: "Master Xia, shouldn't you go to the hospital for a check-up?"

"Need not."

"Where are you going?"

Xia En thought for a moment: "Let's eat. I haven't had dinner yet. I'm hungry."

Chen Guodong: "..."

What time is it? You're still thinking about food?

But as he watched Xia En's retreating figure, he suddenly smiled.

This guy is a fucking freak.

Three days later, Qian Youcai personally visited to express his gratitude.

He brought a check that said two million dollars as a reward.

"Master Xia, thank you! Thank you for saving my son!"

Xia En took the check, glanced at it, and put it away.

"You're welcome, I'm taking the money."

Qian Youcai was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Master Xia is truly a man of few words! If you ever need anything in the future, just let me know!"

Xia En nodded.

After Qian Youcai left, Fang Zijian came over, his eyes shining:

"Two million! We're rich!"

Xia En glanced at him: "It's not yours. What are you even posting?"

Fang Zijian: "..."

"Hehehehe..." The female ghost Cuihua floated beside her and laughed silently.

Xia En sat in the courtyard of Qingheju, looking at the check in his hand with a calm expression.

Two million is a lot, but it's not what he wants.

He was thinking about what that person had said.

"What I need is beneath that piece of land."

What is that?

He took out his phone and sent a message to Chen Guodong:

"Check the history of that piece of land in the suburbs of Qianyoucai. The more detailed the better."

After sending the message, he put his phone on the table and looked up at the sky.

As darkness fell, the stars began to shine one by one.

In the distance, on the eastern horizon, a dark cloud is gathering.

Xia En stared at the dark cloud, squinting his eyes.

"Interesting," he muttered to himself.

Fang Zijian, standing nearby, asked, "What's interesting?"

Xia En didn't answer, but simply stood up and went inside.

"Tomorrow, let's go take a look at that piece of land in the eastern suburbs."

Fang Zijian was taken aback: "What are you going there for?"

Xia En turned to look at him and smiled.

"Let's see what's down there."

Under the moonlight, that smile seemed a little cold.

Fang Zijian shivered and quickly followed him inside.

Cuihua floated in the courtyard, looking at the eastern sky.

The dark cloud grew larger and thicker.

She suddenly felt a pang of heart palpitation.

Something is awakening underground.

And that young man was walking towards it step by step.