From Under One Person: Sincere Journey Through the Heavens

"Let's talk about it later."

Lu Jin hadn't expected Duanmu Ying to be so lucky. He had only pretended to be friendly with her and found out about the next mask. He then noted down the mask's design, the characteristics of its location, and the corresponding potion recipe.

Now is not the time to look for a mask...

Using the magic powder on their bodies, Wang Wu and Zhao Liu ignored all obstacles and passed through the roof, landing in Xiao Yu's room with incredibly light and steady steps.

After searching several rooms without finding anything, they exchanged a glance and decided to split up.

Wang Wu poked his head into the floor and looked down. He found a library and saw Jiang Liu leaning against a desk, fiddling with a Rubik's Cube.

But Wang Wu's attention was on the desk—a cup of hot tea and a dark purple ghost mask with a pair of small blue horns on top!

So, relying on the magic powder coating on his body and the agility he had developed while studying at the theater, Wang Wu leaped off the ceiling, landing silently, and reached for the mask.

Swish!

But one hand was faster than him.

Startled, Wang Wu quickly buried his lower body in the ground, lowering his head below the desk, hoping to find another opportunity.

Jiang Liu didn't turn around. He took the mask and muttered to himself, "Your magic can't replace the fire demon's fiery temper."

The darkness in people's hearts may be weaker than a raging fire, but it is far more dangerous.

With that, he flicked his hand, and the mask landed precisely on top of the bookshelf that Jiang Liu was facing away from.

Seeing that Jiang Liu didn't seem to have noticed him, Wang Wu's lower body emerged from the ground, somersaulted backward, and nimbly climbed onto the bookshelf in a moment, taking the Claw Shadow Mask into his hand.

call out--

The moment he grabbed the mask, he felt an invisible force erupt from it, sending him on a backflip, crashing heavily onto the floor in front of Jiang Liu.

"Thank you, I was just about to study it."

Jiang Liu took the mask, thanked Wang Wu who was lying on the ground, seeing stars, then picked up the cup of hot tea on the desk behind him and splashed it in the other man's face. "But judging from your appearance, you seem a little delirious? I'll treat you to some tea—"

Hot tea was poured on his face, scalding Wang Wu and instantly bringing him to his senses. But the intense pain made him howl in agony. Without fighting back against Jiang Liu, he found a wall, disregarded everything, and kicked off with all his might.

Boom!

She pressed herself against the wall and slowly slid down.

The hot tea washed away the magic powder on his face, thus depriving him of the ability to pass through walls. Moreover, since his Ren and Du meridians were not yet open and he only had Qi sensation, the damage he suffered from crashing straight into a wall was no less than that of an ordinary person crashing into a wall.

This is not!

Wang Wu completely fainted.

Creak~

The door opened.

Lu Jin dragged the unconscious Zhao Liu in, glanced at Wang Wu who had a bruised and swollen face, picked him up, tied the two together with a rope, and carried him on his shoulder, saying, "Brother Jiang, I'll take them to the theater."

“Go ahead, Xiaoyu has found the evidence, and it seems that Lasu, Afen, and Zhou San have made some kind of deal with these two guys. They are now returning to the theater.”

Jiang Liu put the Claw Shadow Mask back on the table and continued to fiddle with the Panku Box, observing the balance between the eight strands of demonic energy and the righteous magic gathered by the Eight Immortals. "Perfect, go and capture them, and bring back Valon's puppet. Maybe we can put it to good use."

# Chapter 840 The Heart Monkey's Rampage

boom!

Lasu kicked open the theater entrance door and went to the performance stage with Afen and Zhou Yi, only to find Chen Long still there. He was stunned for a moment.

"You three!"

Upon seeing the three members of the Black Hand Gang, Chen Long assumed they were there to kidnap Xiao Yu again. Without saying a word, he ran and jumped, circulating his Qi throughout his body, leaping more than ten meters high and kicking Rasu in the chest.

Although Rasu was empowered by the demon dragon's magic and transformed into a lizardman, he could only use brute force, and his combat strength was far inferior to Afu's.

With a loud bang, a shockwave rippled outwards, and Rasu's body was sent flying backwards, crashing through the theater wall and landing on the street.

With the help of magic, Rasu will not die, but he will not be able to get up again anytime soon.

"This has nothing to do with us. It was that old man's two apprentices who asked us to come and interrogate him about magic."

Seeing Chen Long, whose body was enveloped in a layer of white energy and whose hair stood on end, A Fen hurriedly pointed at the longhorn beetle and blamed everything on Wang Wu and Zhao Liu.

"really?"

Chen Long, however, relaxed slightly.

Just then, Zhou quietly crouched down, using the chair as cover, and stealthily approached the stage. He slipped behind the curtain, found his target, grabbed Xiaoyu by the waist, and shouted at Chen Long, "Chen Long, your niece is in our hands! Stop right now!"

"Xiaoyu!"

Chen Long was startled, but with Xiao Yu as a hostage, he dared not make a move.

"Chen Long!"

Ah Fen's panic vanished, replaced by a cold smile. He clasped his hands together, creating a fireball that slammed into Chen Long's chest.

Boom!

In an instant, Chen Long was sent flying backward and crashed in front of the stage. His blue shirt was torn with a large hole, but his skin was unharmed, only a little red and swollen.

It was because he had mastered the art of the Small Heavenly Circuit that he was able to concentrate his Qi in his heart at the critical moment, protecting himself and managing to withstand the explosion of the fireball. Otherwise, he might have spent the rest of his life bedridden.

"Uncle Long, are you alright?"

Xiaoyu was extremely worried.

"It's nothing, it just hurts a little."

Chen Long got up and saw Lasu, who had recovered from his injuries, walk back into the theater with a slightly serious expression.

These three guys aren't that powerful. Even before you've opened up your Ren and Du meridians, defeating them wouldn't be difficult. Just be careful to avoid the fire abilities that the demon dragon gives them.

But at this time, Xiaoyu was captured by Zhou and used as a hostage, which made him dare not act rashly. His father did not carry pufferfish, lizards, or magic potion recipes with him. Even though he knew kung fu, he was old and frail, and his physical strength and power were not what they used to be, so he could not help.

"Did my two bastard disciples send you here?"

The longhorn beetle made its daughter, Zhang San, and Li Si, who were protecting it, step aside, and asked the three of them, "In order to obtain the magic passed down through generations of magic theater masters? I can tell you, but you have to release Old Haha's grandniece!"

"You go first, you old man!" Zhou said without any politeness.

"Longhorn beetle..."

"Don't worry, your family is the most important."

The longhorn beetle interrupted his father, "And you should also learn about the magic passed down through generations in the Magic Theater, old haha."

Having said that, the longhorn beetle took a deep breath, raised a finger, and said, "There's one more thing!"

"Now I understand why you chose to leave the theater; you do have more important responsibilities—"

The longhorn beetle's gaze swept over Lasu, Afen, and Zhou San, "In order to fight against evil."

The world needs magical dramas to bring joy to people, but it also needs righteous magic to fight against evil.

"Longhorn beetle—"

The old man was touched that his old friend, whom he hadn't seen for sixty years, understood him, but then he shouted, "You're not allowed to learn my catchphrases!"

"Haha, old haha, you're still the same as always."

The longhorn beetle laughs heartily.

"Hey you two, this isn't the time for reminiscing, hurry up and tell me the magic!"

Zhou grew impatient. He held Xiaoyu tightly with one hand, and with the other hand, he lifted the yellow glasses on his nose. His eyes emitted a ring of fiery red light, which he aimed at Xiaoyu's head as if he were about to shoot out two blazing flames.

"Ah~ Actually, that magic doesn't grant people power—"

The longhorn beetle sighed and revealed the potion recipe: "Kiwi juice, cane sugar, a cup of goat milk, a tuning fork for tuning a guitar, a sandwich, and a three-pound piece of wood. Throw them all into the volcanic lava, then activate the Qi, whether it's righteous Qi or dark Qi, it will make the volcano erupt."

"what?!"

The old man couldn't sit still any longer. "Why would the Magic Theater have a potion recipe that could cause a volcano to erupt?"

"A volcanic eruption?"

The trio from the Black Hand Gang were also stunned. They hadn't expected that a magic theater would possess such powerful magic that it could affect volcanic lava.

In that instant when Zhou was stunned, Xiaoyu seized the opportunity and bit down on his wrist.

"Ow!"

Zhou called out and instinctively loosened his grip on Xiaoyu's arm.

The moment Xiaoyu landed, she was overwhelmed with emotion. Her Qi circulated throughout her body, and her nine orifices resonated. Using her left foot as a pivot, she swept her right foot horizontally, drawing a white streak.

With a loud "crack," Zhou's right ankle broke, and he lost his balance amidst screams, falling to one side.

But before his head even hit the ground, Xiaoyu assumed the "Tiger Leaps and Dragon Soars" stance from the sixteen sets of Foundation Building techniques. Her legs were like a tiger gathering its strength, her spine like a dragon soaring into the sky, and she threw a punch upwards. Her Qi circulated throughout the body, responding to the punch with a hidden tiger's roar and dragon's cry. A burst of Qi energy erupted from her fist, striking Zhou's chin squarely.

Click!

Zhou's jaw shattered instantly, his teeth shattered, and he fell into the audience seats of the theater, unconscious.

"Yay! I beat Zhou!"

Xiaoyu was overjoyed and in high spirits, feeling that she was now a master.

The longhorn beetle stared wide-eyed at the bouncy little jade, and unconsciously gave its father a thumbs up, saying, "Your ability to teach your apprentice is really impressive."

"Of course!"

Dad's nose was pointing skyward.

Although Xiaoyu was able to unleash such power because she had opened her Ren and Du meridians and mastered the path of Qi cultivation under Jiang Liu's tutelage, Jiang Liu and the others were staying at his father's antique shop—

My dad is the landlord, and they are the tenants!

As the "patriarch," the old man could naturally attribute the tenant's abilities to himself, no matter how he rounded it up!

Seeing that Xiaoyu had escaped and defeated Zhou, Chen Long no longer hesitated. He stepped forward, covering more than ten meters in one stride, and without giving Afen and Zhou any chance, he unleashed two powerful punches, sending them flying out of the theater.

The matter has been resolved satisfactorily!

"There's one more thing."

The old man walked over to the longhorn beetle and tapped it on the forehead with his finger. "Why did you reveal such a dangerous spell?"