Hong Kong films: Starting from Shaolin Temple

He seemed to have become part of the mountain, part of the tree, and part of the wind.

This is an extremely profound state of meditative concentration. He is not simply accumulating power, but rather "refining his mind."

Wang Xian'er's departure cast a stone into his calm and unwavering heart.

This pebble is named "concern," "anger," and also "responsibility." He needs to thoroughly refine these emotions, rather than suppress them.

Transform them from "inner demons" that may shake one's resolve into "diamond vows" that uphold the righteous path.

At that very moment, a golden light appeared in the sky above the forbidden area, approaching from afar.

The golden crane that transmits sound sensed Long Yan's aura, circled once, and then transformed into specks of golden light, which, like fine rain, sprinkled onto Long Yan's body and merged into his body.

Long Yan, who was meditating with his eyes closed, trembled slightly.

All the information Zhang Ling conveyed—the strangeness of Eternal Night Pictures, the walking corpse Charlie Cao, the evil art of corpse refining, and the speculation about the large-scale sacrificial ritual—flooded into his mind like a tidal wave.

The next second, Long Yan suddenly opened his eyes!

boom--!

An incomparably powerful and condensed aura erupted from him!

Within the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain, a fierce wind howled, sending sand and stones flying!

The several-ton bluestone beneath him actually developed spiderweb-like cracks on its surface under the impact of this force!

His eyes were no longer calm and gentle as before, but burning with two golden, almost tangible flames!

That was unprecedented, a complete ignition—the wrath of Vajra!

"Sacrifice...corpse refining...Vladimir..."

Long Yan uttered these words, one by one. Each word carried a chilling aura and boundless killing intent.

He slowly stood up.

As he stood up, the entire atmosphere of the Wulong Temple trembled.

Master Zhihui, who was meditating in the main hall, suddenly opened his eyes and looked in shock towards the back mountain: "What...what strong killing intent! Nephew Longyan...he's about to emerge from seclusion!"

Uncle Da, who was teaching Xiao Zhen basic boxing and kicking in the yard, felt a terrifying pressure descend from the sky, making his legs go weak and almost causing him to kneel down.

Xiao Zhen, who was diligently practicing controlling the Heavenly Demon Qi, felt it even more strongly.

The originally unruly demonic energy within her body, upon sensing Long Yan's pure desire for slaughter, instantly became incredibly docile, like a mouse before a cat, even... carrying a hint of submission.

“Brother Longyan…” Xiaozhen looked at the back mountain, her beautiful eyes sparkling with admiration.

Long Yan did not immediately descend the mountain.

He knew that since Vladimir dared to so openly perform evil rituals on his territory, he must have laid a trap. Zhang Ling's current situation was extremely dangerous.

He cannot act rashly.

He needs help.

Long Yan walked to the edge of the forbidden area and took out the emergency communicator representing the "Dragon Group" from his pocket.

Without hesitation, he pressed the only button on it.

……

On the other side, the "Eternal Night Pictures" building.

Vladimir's orders were carried out swiftly and efficiently by Lester.

"Bloody alert"

This is the second highest level of alert among vampires, "End of Days Alert."

The security force for the entire building was increased several times overnight.

Those men in black who were originally just ordinary security guards began to have an ominous red glint in their eyes. They no longer concealed their identities, and their cold, vampire aura emanated unrestrainedly.

Those European "body artists" who were active on set during the day also bared their fangs, transforming into agile and deadly night hunters, lurking in every dark corner of the building.

Meanwhile, the sorcerers from Southeast Asia placed all sorts of poisonous insects and witchcraft in all the ventilation ducts and corridors.

The entire "Eternal Night Film Studio" building has been completely transformed into a veritable den of iniquity, a meticulously laid death trap waiting for its prey to come to it.

After sending out the telepathic message, Zhang Ling immediately sensed the change in the surrounding atmosphere.

A thick, suffocating sense of oppression filled the air. In the corridor, the guards' gazes grew colder and more aggressive.

He knew that he was exposed.

"Damn it, I've gone too far," Zhang Ling cursed inwardly, but maintained his nonchalant expression.

He knew 670, and he absolutely could not show any abnormality now.

He must, as always, play his role as a "religious advisor" and wait for rescue.

Forcing his way in is absolutely impossible. Those dozen or so new generation vampires alone would be enough to give him a run for his money, not to mention the unpredictable sorcerers and the unfathomable mastermind Vladimir.

Just as he was pondering a solution, there was a knock on the door.

Outside the door came Lester's polite voice: "Master Zhang, are you there? His Highness Vladimir is very interested in your Taoist talisman techniques. He would like to... meet you in person."

coming!

Zhang Ling felt a chill run down his spine, knowing that a direct confrontation was now unavoidable.

He took a deep breath and quietly hid several offensive talismans that he had prepared beforehand into his sleeve.

Then he opened the door and grinned at Lester:

"Oh? Your elusive boss has finally shown himself? Very well, I've been wanting to see what kind of extraordinary person could decorate a company like this."

He followed Lester through the gloomy corridor toward the legendary... chairman's office on the top floor.

Chapter 162 Blood Domain

The elevator leading to the top floor was smooth and quiet.

Inside the elevator, the mirror-like walls reflected the figures of Zhang Ling and Lester.

Zhang Ling maintained his nonchalant demeanor, as if he were genuinely going to meet an ordinary big boss.

But out of the corner of his eye, he was subtly observing Lester.

He noticed that Leicester was different today. Although he still maintained his elegant smile, there was a hint of... cruel mockery deep in his azure eyes.

Like a cat toying with a mouse it's about to catch.

“Master Zhang, there’s no need to be nervous.” Lester seemed to see through Zhang Ling’s pretense and said with a light laugh, “His Highness is a true artist. He has great tolerance and appreciation for all things that possess ‘beauty.’ Your Taoist practices are very beautiful in his eyes.”

"An artist?" Zhang Ling scoffed. "Turning people into walking corpses, you call that art?"

“Oh? It seems you’ve seen our little props, Daoist Master.” Lester was completely unimpressed. “Those are His Highness’s most rudimentary and unrefined works. True art is to give new life to ‘death’ and to transform ‘decay’ into eternity. You will soon have the opportunity to witness it with your own eyes.”

The elevator dinged as it arrived at the top floor.

As soon as the door opened, a strange stench, a mixture of formaldehyde, old books, and a faint smell of blood, wafted out.

The entire top floor was completely opened up and transformed into a huge and spacious space.

This place doesn't feel like an office; it's more like a... eerie museum and laboratory.

On one wall hung various exquisite human skeletal specimens and anatomical diagrams. On the other side were rows of huge glass vessels containing all sorts of bizarre biological organs, and even some... spliced ​​and modified, indescribable, terrifying creatures.

In the very center of the space, there was a huge obsidian platform that resembled an operating table.

Above the platform, various surgical instruments gleamed with a cold metallic light.

A handsome man in a black tuxedo stood with his back to them in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the night view of Hong Kong.

He didn't even turn around, but spoke slowly in a calm and cold tone: "Eastern Taoist, welcome to my... studio..."

His voice, as if possessing magic, resounded directly in Zhang Ling's mind, causing Zhang Ling to feel a slight dizziness.

Zhang Ling was terrified. He immediately activated the Maoshan mental cultivation technique to guard his mind and dissipate the mental shock. He knew that the man before him was Vladimir! His mental strength was far superior to Isabella's!

"You are Vladimir?" Zhang Ling forced himself to remain calm as he sized up the legendary "Shaper".

Vladimir slowly turned around.

His face was as handsome as a god's, yet pale and devoid of any color. His eyes were a lifeless gray, looking at you without any emotion, like an anatomist examining a specimen about to be dissected.

“It’s me.” Vladimir’s gaze fell on Zhang Ling, his tone tinged with curiosity. “Your soul is very interesting. Like a burning flame, it’s full of vitality and… a rebellious spirit. This is very different from the humble and dull souls I usually see.”

He extended a finger and pointed it at Zhang Ling, making a gesture in the air.

"Let me... admire it up close."

As he made this movement, Zhang Ling felt the air around him instantly become viscous like water! An invisible, enormous force pressed in from all directions, rendering him unable to move!

"Domain!" Zhang Ling's heart trembled violently.

This is a terrifying ability that only the highest-ranking vampire princes can master—the Blood Domain!

Within his own domain, he is the absolute ruler!

Zhang Ling desperately tried to unleash his spiritual power to break free of the restraints, but found that his strength was trapped in a swamp and he couldn't use it at all.

Vladimir walked slowly up to him, reached out, and gently pinched his chin, forcing him to raise his head.

“Look, this is the power of mortals; how fragile they are in the face of true ‘art.’” Vladimir brought his face close to Zhang Ling’s, examining him closely as if admiring a rare collectible.

“Your skeletal structure is excellent, making it very suitable for modification with the ‘wind’ element. I can replace your spine with a lightweight alloy and implant a pair of wings made of bat wing membranes and metal on your back… You will become my first flying artwork from the East.”

His words were soft, yet filled with a chilling madness!

Zhang Ling felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head! He had no doubt that this madman in front of him would definitely do what he said!

"Fuck your artwork!" Zhang Ling unleashed all his potential at this moment.

He roared and bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood at Vladimir!

"The Blood Curse of Maoshan! Break!"

Blood from the center of a child's eyebrows is extremely yang and powerful, and has miraculous effects in dealing with demons and evil spirits!

Vladimir was clearly surprised by Zhang Ling's move, a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes. He instinctively dodged to the side.

Taking advantage of the moment when the domain loosened slightly, Zhang Ling used both hands to fling out the two talismans hidden in his sleeves with lightning speed!