The ultimate master in the city

The sky was already beginning to lighten, and the wind, carrying fine rain, lashed against his face, making it difficult to open his eyes. Zhou Fengchen squinted as he stared blankly into the tunnel where the train had disappeared.

Just then, a car horn sounded from the road below. Zhou Linglong got out of the car, held up an umbrella, and looked up at him.

Zhou Fengchen let out a long sigh, staggering as he ran downstairs. Brushing aside his wet hair, his eyes were red. "I didn't kill him! All that effort and I still didn't kill him! I clearly broke his body, slashed him more than twenty times, and finally plunged the last blow into his heart. This sword of mine is an ancient Qing Dynasty sword, blessed and enchanted. It could kill a zombie, or even a powerful demon!"

Zhou Linglong frowned slightly but remained silent.

Zhou Fengchen continued, "Do you know that during my pursuit of him, ten people died—nine adults and one child! They all died horribly! And my friend is still in the hospital being treated!"

Zhou Linglong chuckled softly, "You feel frustrated, resentful, and guilty?"

Zhou Fengchen nodded. "That's right!"

"His inability to be killed is both unexpected and expected," Zhou Linglong sighed. "It's said that in the last hundred years, at least thirty Buddhist and Taoist masters have come to destroy him, yet not one of them could kill him! Not even one could break through his rigid body. I thought you could kill him!"

Zhou Fengchen lowered his head and remained silent.

Zhou Linglong continued, "He was a disciple of Master Baihe, who was the Grand Elder of the Quanzhen Sect at the end of the Ming Dynasty and also a Protector of the White Lotus Sect. He was extremely skilled in Taoism, on par with my father's grandmaster. Therefore, he was also a highly accomplished Taoist master and a top expert in the Manchu army. Before his death, he used Taoist magic to nourish his corpse, cultivating for four hundred years to become a corpse spirit, which is very different from a zombie. It is inherently difficult to kill. We broke his stiff body that he had cultivated for hundreds of years, causing him great damage to his vital energy, which was already quite remarkable."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Fengchen felt much better. "But... he's still on the train. How many people will die?"

Zhou Linglong laughed and said, "No one will die, but whether he can survive is the question."

"What do you mean?" Zhou Fengchen asked in surprise.

Zhou Linglong said, "Even though he was stabbed through the heart, he wasn't as nonchalant as you said. Corpse spirits cultivate three energies: the dantian, the heart, and the throat. The heart is the most crucial. He must have been enduring it just now. An ordinary person could probably kill him right now. He'll definitely be hiding in some corner of the train to rub his wounds. The important thing is... this train is heading to Xiangxi. The corpse-driving families of Xiangxi are not easy to fool."

Zhou Fengchen breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, that's good!"

"Actually, you don't need to feel guilty. If it weren't for you, maybe even more people would have died!" Zhou Linglong patted his forehead. "Let's go! I'll take you home. Look at you now, you've got enough to suffer for."

Zhou Fengchen shook his head and followed Zhou Linglong into the car.

……

The two chatted all the way, and after they parted ways in the city, Zhou Fengchen rushed to the hospital. When he arrived at the emergency room, he found it empty. His head buzzed, and he thought to himself, "Oh no, has Monk Yuanzhi been taken to the morgue?"

With a trembling voice, I asked a passing nurse. The nurse chuckled and said that the patient had been transferred to a regular ward, room 201 on the third floor of building B in the inpatient department.

Zhou Fengchen rushed to the inpatient department again. When he got to the ward, he saw that Monk Yuanzhi was lying on his side, swinging his leg, receiving an IV drip, and chatting with a female student from the martial arts school.

"I really know how to tell fortunes!" Monk Yuanzhi said in a serious tone.

Female student at the martial arts school: "Really? I don't believe it! Then... can you calculate for me when a girl like me who loves martial arts will be able to find a boyfriend?"

Monk Yuanzhi chuckled, "Found him! He's bald, slightly overweight, and hasn't been feeling well lately!"

Female martial arts student: "Go to hell!"

"Hahaha……"

"You fucking bastard!" Zhou Fengchen cursed, "You're still jumping around like a madman!"

Only then did Monk Yuanzhi notice him, and slapped his forehead, "Oh dear! No, he needs to rest for another two or three months."

The female student at the martial arts school was much more honest, saying, "This monk has a lot of flesh, minor bone injuries, and a mild concussion. He'll be fine after staying here for half a month."

"Okay, thanks." Zhou Fengchen pulled out a few bills from his bag and stuffed them into the female student's hand. "You can go back now."

After the female student left, Monk Yuanzhi frowned and asked, "Brother, I'm still confused. What happened last night? What was that person?"

Zhou Fengchen recounted the entire incident in detail.

Monk Yuanzhi slammed his hand on the table. "Look at our bad luck! We really ran into that old ancestor... It's such a pity we didn't kill him."

"Don't even mention it," Zhou Fengchen said, feeling depressed.

……

Afterwards, Zhou Fengchen disinfected and bandaged his wounds, bought clean clothes to change into, and lay down in the next hospital bed to keep Yuanzhi company.

The two brothers stayed in the hospital for seventeen days. Once their wounds scabbed over, they were discharged as if nothing had happened.

The following days were uneventful. Old Chu and his mother didn't come back from school. The two brothers ate out and went fishing by the river when they had nothing to do. They didn't want to take any jobs. When they were really bored, they would rip off Jiang Hao, making Jiang Hao look miserable and hide all day long.

Half a month passed, and one evening the restaurant owner came to their door, smiling and inviting them out for fun.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Fengchen and his companion felt a chill run down their spines. "Could it be... another idea from one of your friends?"

"No, no," the proprietress shook her head. "It was my own idea. How about we go eat Western food?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Fengchen exclaimed, "That's great! I really want to try what Western food tastes like!"

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The three drove straight to a high-end Western restaurant in the city. When they arrived, they found a secluded booth. The proprietress took charge and ordered a ribeye steak with foie gras, a bottle of red wine, plus a bunch of other random dishes such as borscht, salmon sashimi, Caesar salad, and salad sausage.

Soon the food and wine were served, and they looked quite appetizing. Zhou Fengchen and Monk Yuanzhi's eyes lit up when they saw them. They grabbed their knives and forks and haphazardly cut and ate, only to spit them out.

The proprietress was taken aback. "What's wrong?"

Zhou Fengchen frowned and said, "What kind of awful smell is this? It's so weird!"

"That's right!" Monk Yuanzhi waved and called over a waiter. "Could you please take these two steaks, slice them, stir-fry them with some green peppers, and also... this... salmon, how do you eat it raw? Go blanch it and bring it back!"

The proprietress and the waiter stared wide-eyed, speechless.

Zhou Fengchen waved his hand, "Go ahead, someone's treating us today, we're not short of money."

"That's right!" said Monk Yuanzhi.

The waiter nodded blankly and left with the food.

The proprietress shook her head and smiled wryly, "It seems that inviting you to Western food was a mistake."

"Hey!" Monk Yuanzhi protested, "What kind of tone is that? Don't look down on people. It's just Western food. We were eating it every day for a while. You can ask me, brother."

Zhou Fengchen immediately nodded and said, "You're right, we've had enough, it's boring, and we're sick of it!"

The proprietress clicked her tongue, "I admire your ability to brag."

Soon the steak and salmon were processed and brought back, and they tasted much better after eating them.

The three of them sipped red wine and ate snacks, and by the end they were all a little tipsy. Zhou Fengchen and Monk Yuanzhi exchanged a glance, grinned, and asked, "Boss lady, just say what you need to say. What's the point of hiding things?"

The proprietress's expression changed, and after hesitating for a moment, she said, "I do have something to ask of you."

"What exactly happened?" Zhou Fengchen asked, "Why did it take you so long to tell me!"

"This matter must be very dangerous for you..." the proprietress looked up, "...as well!"

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