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

My body was bathed in golden light, which enveloped me.

A faint yet pure pale golden light instantly covered his entire body, which he then swiftly withdrew. A bolt of lightning appeared in his hand and then immediately disappeared.

The entire process takes no more than 10 seconds.

"Sis! Just look at these special effects, you should understand, right?"

Zhang Chulan clapped his hands in front of his chest, adopting an extremely enthusiastic and obsequious expression. "Where are we going? To the company, right? I'll carry your bag! Please show me the way!"

Feng Baobao's mouth, which had just opened, froze, and her big eyes revealed a clear sense of bewilderment.

This guy's compliant and enthusiastic attitude completely blocked her original logic of doing things.

"Oh... let's go then."

Feng Baobao put away the small section of the Okamoto 0.01 that had been sticking out earlier and slowly walked out.

Zhang Chulan followed behind eagerly, not forgetting to take out his phone and send a message to his advisor to ask for leave.

……

In the suburbs, in a spacious office of the North China branch of NaDuTong Express Company.

Xu Si was half-lying on the sofa, a cigarette dangling from his lips, staring at the monitor screen on the table.

On the screen, Zhang Chulan was sitting quietly on the sofa in the reception room, drinking water from a paper cup. He was not making a fuss and even bowed to the passing employees.

"It's weird."

Xu Si took the cigarette off the table and tapped it twice. "Baby reported that this kid didn't resist for a second, revealed his family background and came over. He's too cooperative, isn't he?"

Xu San, who was wearing a suit and glasses, pushed up his glasses.

"Something's not right. Why don't we just ask around and find out?"

The two pushed open the door to the reception room.

Zhang Chulan immediately put down the paper cup, stood up straight, and put on a perfectly timed smile.

"Good leadership!"

Xu San walked to the opposite side and sat down, placing his ten fingers interlaced on the table.

"Zhang Chulan, do you know why we've brought you here?"

Zhang Chulan nodded quickly, then sighed heavily, a look of lingering fear and helplessness on his face.

"My lords, I won't keep it from you anymore. I thought about it all night last night."

Zhang Chulan pulled out a chair and sat down, leaning forward and spreading his hands. "My old man has been buried for more than ten years. It's obvious that someone is digging up his grave for money."

"Since they're even searching for the graves of the dead, they must be looking for some secret left behind by the old man."

Zhang Chulan spoke more and more fluently, repackaging Ye Xing's analysis to him last night as his own independent thinking.

“My grandfather died young, what secrets could he have left behind? If outsiders can’t find it, they’ll definitely assume that the item is in the hands of his own grandson.”

Xu San and Xu Si exchanged a glance, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.

Zhang Chulan swallowed hard and continued.

“I’ve always wanted to be an ordinary person since I was a child. I only learned those two kung fu skills for self-defense. Now those thugs who even dig up graves have their eyes on me. How can I, with my small arms and legs, defend myself? I don’t even have anyone to reason with!”

"I'm thinking, since you guys are a big company that can manage the rules of the supernatural world, my only way out is to get closer to the organization!"

Zhang Chulan suddenly stood up and bowed deeply to Xu San and Xu Si. "Both leaders, please let me do odd jobs at the company! As long as it keeps things safe, I'll do anything, even cleaning the toilets!"

The office was silent for a few seconds.

Xu Si couldn't help but grin.

"Good lad, you're quick-witted! Your survival instinct is amazing."

Xu San nodded to himself. He had thought the student was an inexperienced college student, but he hadn't expected him to have such a clear understanding of the situation and to have sorted out all the interests involved.

Hiring someone like that would save the company a lot of trouble.

Zhang Chulan kept his back bent, secretly relieved.

Brother Ye's words really worked! By following the company's lead, not only did the hostility dissipate, but I also successfully latched onto a powerful figure. This Taoist priest from the Quanzhen Sect is truly a benefactor in my life.

……

Zhangjia Village, the cemetery on the back hill.

day.

The area has been cordoned off by several police cars, with long yellow police tape in place.

Several police officers were taking photos and collecting evidence at the scene, while a group of villagers gathered outside, chattering amongst themselves.

Ye Xing, dressed in his worn Taoist robe, squatted on a broken tree stump, holding a handful of spiced melon seeds in his hand, cracking them open with a loud clatter, and occasionally exchanging a few words with the village chief next to him.

Just as they were kowtowing, two strangers slowly squeezed in from the outer edge of the crowd.

A fat man, round-figured, with a buzz cut, and a pair of beady green eyes darted back and forth inside the police cordon.

Beside him was a skinny man, wearing a short-sleeved jacket, with his hands in his pockets.

These two were clearly not from this village. Although they hid their Qi very well, it was extremely obvious to Ye Xing.

Ye Xing spat out the sunflower seed shells in his mouth, squinted, and examined them carefully for two seconds.

Two low-level cannon fodder members of the Quanxing sect appeared when I watched the show. One of them was the guy who threw a hidden weapon at the old master in "The Celestial Master Comes Down the Mountain".

They didn't have names; they were just two unlucky guys who had probably sneaked over by following Xia He and the others.

Ye Xing brushed the sunflower seed crumbs off his hands and stood up from the tree stump.

He didn't leave immediately, but stared intently at the fat man.

The fat man was peering into the graveyard when he noticed a very aggressive gaze. He turned his head sharply and met Ye Xing's eyes.

Ye Xing's lips curled into a slight upward curve. He didn't make a sound, but deliberately slowed down his movements and clearly uttered two words with his mouth.

Complete, sexual.

The fat man shuddered, his beady eyes widened instantly, and he instinctively took half a step back, bumping into the skinny man.

'Detected extreme suspicion from Liu Dongxu towards you; emotion value +20.'

'Detected that the King of Glory has doubts about you, emotion value +10.'

The system notification sounded on time, and thirty emotion points were easily obtained.

Ye Xinglian didn't even want to look at them, so he put his hands behind his head, whistled off-key, turned around, pushed through the crowd, and slowly walked along a dirt road behind the village into the depths of the woods.

The fat man grabbed the skinny man next to him and lowered his voice.

"Damn, we've run into a tough nut to crack. That kid recognized us!"

The skinny man frowned: "A Taoist priest? I haven't heard of any Taoist sects being active in this area recently. Is he alone?"

"There's only one of them, and judging by his age, he's barely grown any hair."

A ruthless glint flashed across the skinny man's face. "There's definitely something seriously wrong with the information here. Let's follow them and pry his mouth open!"

The two exchanged a quick glance and, taking advantage of the villagers' inattention, slipped silently out of the crowd and followed Ye Xing inside.

Deep in the woods, in a clearing overgrown with weeds.

Ye Xing stopped, turned around, and looked with a smile at the two figures that appeared a few meters behind him.

"Hey you two, why are you following me so closely? Are you planning to invite me to lunch?"

The fat man reached behind his back and pulled out several 30-centimeter-long black metal spikes with a matte black finish.

"Little Taoist priest, forget about the meal, but I'll really send you on your way."

The fat man weighed the round spike in his hand. "Now that you've figured out who we are, you should know the consequences of messing with the Quanxing."

The skinny man next to him also freed his hands, assumed a fierce punching stance, and his Qi began to rise rapidly.

Ye Xing held up a finger and shook it, his face full of relief.

"Give me a break! You two are just scraps, how dare you represent Quanxing?"

"We don't even know what Xia He, one of our four madmen, has been doing here. We have to sneak around like stray dogs, sniffing out leftovers. If I were you, I'd rather find a block of tofu and smash my head against it."

These words hit the nail on the head.

The Quanxing members already disliked each other, and the two of them did sneak over hoping to get a share of the pie, but they didn't even get their hands on the core intelligence.

'The two felt extremely humiliated and angry, experiencing an emotional breakdown! Emotional value +60!'

"you wanna die!"

The skinny guy had the most explosive temper. He stomped his foot, breaking the clod of earth, and rushed straight at Ye Xing's face with a gust of wind.

He didn't use any fancy moves; he simply concentrated his Qi in his right fist and slammed it into Ye Xing's temple with the force to shatter gold and split rocks.

Ye Xing didn't even try to dodge.

The Qi within his body circulated, and the power of the Ox Talisman instantly surged into his entire body.

His muscles suddenly bulged and tightened beneath his Taoist robe, and he met the skinny man's fist with a straightforward, unadorned straight punch.

boom!

The two fists collided solidly in mid-air.

The crisp sound of bones breaking rang out, and the skinny man let out a shrill scream as the sleeve of his entire right arm ripped open, his forearm fractured into a bizarre angle.

His body was thrown away by that brute force, crashing heavily into a thick tree trunk, and he spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

Upon seeing this, the fat man's eyelids twitched violently. He flicked his hands, and two black, round spikes, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, aimed straight for Ye Xing's eyes.

Then, the fat man's massive body became surprisingly agile, and he pounced on the round spikes in quick succession.

Faced with the incoming projectiles, Ye Xing shifted his footwork and twisted his upper body to the side in an extremely strange manner. Two round spikes grazed past the tip of his nose and embedded themselves in the soil behind him.

The fat man had already rushed forward, his thick hand aimed straight for Ye Xing's throat.

"too slow."

Ye Xing's voice boomed in the fat man's ears.

Before the fat man could react, he only saw a blur before Ye Xing was already right in front of him.