One person: Activate the talisman, behold my Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!

Ye Xing walked over to Zhang Chulan and patted him on the shoulder.

"The one who mastered this unique skill was none other than Zhang Huaiyi, a top disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion back then."

"Combining the Golden Light Mantra and Thunder Magic of the Chu Lan Brotherhood, plus the fact that his surname happens to be Zhang, anyone with a little logic can guess that his grandfather, Zhang Xilin, is most likely Zhang Huaiyi in disguise."

These words silenced the entire interrogation room and monitoring room instantly.

Xu San's pupils behind his glasses contracted sharply, his mouth opened slightly, and he completely lost his usual calm and rationality.

Xu Si was so startled that he didn't even notice the cigarette he had just taken out falling onto the back of his foot.

The Eight Extraordinary Skills? The Rebellion of Jia Shen?

These top-secret words, which were tightly sealed in the company's highest-level files, were something I only learned about after I became the head of North China.

How could this have come out of the mouth of a young Taoist priest in his early twenties, as casually as reciting a menu?!

'Detected extreme shock and horror in Xu San, triggering a critical hit, emotion value +80!'

'Detected intense surprise and confusion in Xu Si, triggering a critical hit, emotion value +60!'

'Zhang Chulan is feeling a chill run down his spine, triggering a critical hit, emotion value +100!'

"My goodness..." Xu Si rubbed his face hard and gasped.

"Young Taoist priest, is this melon ripe? What kind of wine does your uncle usually drink? How dare he bring up such a deadly thing as a story?"

Ye Xing grinned shamelessly: "Mixed Erguotou makes it stronger."

Xu San rubbed his throbbing temples, suppressing the turmoil in his heart: "If what Master Ye said is true, then everything makes sense. The Quanxing gang of mad dogs caused such a commotion not for any corpse, but for the Eight Extraordinary Techniques!"

With the truth revealed, the next step was a wrangling between the company and various factions, which Ye Xing was too lazy to get involved in.

After taking the statement, Ye Xing followed Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao out of the Na Du Tong building.

It was late at night, and the streets of Tianjin were deserted.

Feng Baobao walked at the front, munching on two grilled sausages, completely oblivious to the shocking revelation that had just broken.

Zhang Chulan rubbed his hands together and approached Ye Xing with a fawning smile: "Brother Ye, what are your plans for the future?"

Ye Xing glanced at him. This kid was afraid that if he left, he, a fragile college student, wouldn't be able to withstand the Quanxing's crazy revenge.

Ye Xing put his hands in his pockets and yawned. "Cultivation is about tempering the mind in the mortal world. I see that your fate is quite turbulent. Being by your side is just a training experience."

After hearing this, Zhang Chulan was so moved that he almost slid down and hugged the leg on the spot.

Having a powerful figure like this, who can cripple the entire Quanxing sect with a single punch and knows top secrets of the martial arts world, by your side is truly a golden thigh!

'Zhang Chulan has been detected to be deeply moved and overjoyed. Emotional value +50!'

"Brother Ye! From today onwards, you are my brother!"

Zhang Chulan patted his sunken chest, his eyes brimming with tears, "From now on, if I have a bite of instant noodles to eat, I'll never let you drink the soup!"

Ye Xing pushed him away with disdain, his mind already absorbed in the system panel in his head.

This trip to Tianjin was absolutely amazing! There were people with names and stories, plus countless ordinary people with unknown names.

The total sentiment score has exceeded 3,000, reaching 3410 points.

With the blessing of his own talisman, he can now sweep away a large group of supernatural beings with just his physical strength, and he is one step closer to unlocking the next talisman.

However, that's not enough. Ye Xing knew perfectly well that he was about to face old foxes of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony and the Ten Elders. If he wanted to roam freely in the world of supernatural beings, he had to keep pushing his emotional value to the limit.

……

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

Nankai University returned to normal, and Zhang Chulan resumed his miserable daily routine.

That night, in the boys' dormitory.

Zhang Chulan was playing on his phone, watching a beautiful woman on the screen doing her driving test.

"Dong dong dong."

A dull knocking sound suddenly rang out.

Zhang Chulan's fingers didn't stop, and without turning his head, he shouted, "Who is it? The door's unlocked, come in!"

The knocking stopped, but no one came in.

After a while.

"Boom boom boom!"

The sound rang out again.

"Are you trying to summon a ghost in the middle of the night? This is never going to stop!"

Zhang Chulan impatiently shuffled to the door in his slippers, grumbling as he shoved the door open.

The motion-activated lights in the corridor cast a dim, yellowish glow.

Outside the door stood a giant, furry doll, over 1.8 meters tall, with large eyes, curved horns, and white wool that gave off an eerie feel under the light.

Zhang Chulan was stunned for a full three seconds, rubbed his eyes, and blurted out.

"Holy crap, Pleasant Goat? Is everything so anime-centric these days?"

Before he could finish speaking...

The giant "Pleasant Goat" suddenly raised its hand, its movement so fast that it left afterimages, and a dark sack came crashing down from above!

"Holy crap! Help—"

Zhang Chulan felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and before he could even cast the Golden Light Spell, he was hoisted onto a shoulder along with the sack.

"Pleasant Goat" moved with extreme skill, carrying a sack as he ran down the stairs, nimbly avoiding all surveillance cameras, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

at the same time.

In a budget hotel two streets away from Nankai University.

Ye Xing pushed open the window and felt the early summer night breeze. He hadn't slept at all, and his Quanzhen Taoist robe was neatly worn.

From this room, you can see the boys' dormitory building in the distance.

A black, unlicensed van started silently without its headlights on and quickly merged into the traffic on the main road.

That was the work of Feng Shayan, daughter of Feng Zhenghao of the Tianxia Society.

Ye Xing twisted his neck, his bones cracking. He tossed the room key onto the bed and strolled out of the room.

The two days of waiting were finally worth it; the real highlight is about to begin.

Chapter 12 reveals a major scandal: Master Lingyu actually has a "light-colored hat" (a metaphor for a hidden agenda).

The night wind howled, and a fierce battle raged not far away.

Feng Shayan's white hair flew wildly, and her fists kept emerging from the void, each move deadly.

Feng Baobao remained expressionless, wielding two knives with incredible agility as she dodged fists that appeared from all directions, even sniffling briefly at one point.

"Sister Bao'er, take a break."

Ye Xing strolled out from behind the cement pillar with his hands in his pockets, like an old man taking a leisurely walk.

The two of them paused simultaneously.

Ye Xingchong raised his chin at Feng Baobao: "Leave this white-haired girl to me. You go after Zhang Chulan. If you're late, your unlucky son will get beaten up again."

"Oh."

Feng Baobao, who always listened to advice, put the cleaver at her waist, turned around and ran out of the factory without any hesitation.

Seeing her prey escape, Feng Shayan became anxious on the spot.

"Where do you think you're going!"

She slammed a powerful punch into the void.

The next second, a fist carrying a strong wind struck Ye Xing's face directly, slipping out from Ye Xing's side!

Ye Xing didn't even turn his head, casually grabbing to the side with his right hand.

"Snap!" A crisp sound.

Ye Xing firmly held Feng Shayan's Hundred Steps Fist move in his palm.

Ye Xing's ox-shaped talisman unleashed its full power, his fingers like hydraulic clamps. Feng Shayan, her face flushed, struggled desperately to pull back, her shoes slipping on the concrete, but her opponent didn't even flinch.

Where did this kid get such brute strength?

'Detected surprise and anger in Feng Shayan, emotion value +40!'

Ye Xing listened to the notification in his mind and felt relieved, so he loosened his grip.

Feng Shayan took two steps back due to inertia, quickly creating distance and adopting a defensive stance, staring at Ye Xing as if guarding against a thief.

Who are you?

"No problem, Ye Xing, a disciple of the Quanzhen School of Baiyun Temple."

"Miss Feng, relax. I've always been chivalrous and gentle. I don't have time to fight you right now. Instead of fighting to the death here, you should worry about your little doll sister."

Ye Xing waved his hand dismissively, deliberately diverting attention.

Feng Shayan frowned, her face full of wariness: "What do you mean?"

Ye Xing yawned and pointed outside.

"It's not just the World Society that's arresting Zhang Chulan. As far as I know, other people have come too, and they're probably confronting your sister right now. Aren't you worried?"

Feng Shayan was skeptical, gave a cold snort, and immediately dialed Feng Yaya's number.

Her expression changed after only a few words.

After hanging up the phone, Feng Shayan's gaze towards Ye Xing changed. Ya Ya had just said on the phone that she had indeed run into three Taoist priests, and the one leading them was a handsome silver-haired man.

'Shock and confusion were detected in Feng Shayan; emotion value +30!'

What kind of magic tricks does this bastard use? His intelligence network is even more outrageous than the World Society!

"Let's go, Miss Feng."