One person: Lu Jin, do I look like your master?

Chapter 85 Erzhuang's Excitement

Just as Liao Zhongxin hurriedly picked up the satellite phone, preparing to report this emergency to Chairman Zhao Fangxu at headquarters.

In the chat group for temporary workers in Biyou Village, Zhang Chulan's message about Wang Xuan caused a minor ripple.

The instigator was Erzhuang, who was in charge of remote information support.

"Wang Xuan???"

"Zhang Chulan! Tell me quickly! What exactly happened?"

How could he be in Biyou Village?

"You spoke to him? What did he say?"

"What does he look like? Is he the same as in the file?"

Hey! Where are you? Stop playing dead!

A barrage of messages flooded the group chat, fully demonstrating Erzhuang's overflowing curiosity.

Her previous understanding of Wang Xuan was indeed very limited, consisting only of a vague but clear document within the company—"Try to be on good terms with him, and don't offend him easily."

This piqued her great interest, and with her almost omnipotent abilities in the online world, she tried to delve deeper into the background of this "Wang Xuan".

However, the investigation results left her feeling utterly frustrated. The publicly available information about Wang Xuan that she could find, or rather, the traces that could be recorded online, were simply... unremarkable.

For the first eighteen years of his life, he was just an ordinary young man, going to school and going home, without anything outstanding or unusual.

For the next five years, they vanished as if they had disappeared from the face of the earth, leaving almost no digital trace, as if they had completely broken away from modern society.

Of course, Erzhuang couldn't find any crucial information.

For the past five years, Wang Xuan has mostly been cultivating diligently in remote mountains, living on air and dew, and studying the Threefold Reversal of Life. He has been almost completely isolated from modern society, so it is naturally difficult for him to leave any noteworthy records on the internet.

This "unusual ordinariness" only adds to his mystique.

Faced with Erzhuang's relentless "@" messages in the group chat, Zhang Chulan, who had just run back to his residence and was still in shock, felt a headache coming on.

He was panting heavily, watching the messages popping up on his phone screen. He knew that if he didn't satisfy the curiosity of this "on the other end of the internet cable" expert, he wouldn't have any peace and quiet.

He had no choice but to calm himself down, organize his thoughts, and recount the important points about Wang Xuan that everyone had discussed in the SUV on the way there.

This includes Liao Zhong's personal experience of "instantly curing the Primal Gu with bare hands," which can be described as a miracle, as well as Wang Xuan's cultivation of "Reverse Life Triple Level," which is suspected to have reached the legendary third level, and the company's evaluation compared with that of the Ten Elders, including the old man Lu Jin.

Thanks to the personal involvement and confirmation of Liao Zhong, the former head of South China, this information is highly credible.

This also allowed Erzhuang, who originally lacked a direct understanding of Wang Xuan, to instantly construct in his mind the image of a super master with unfathomable strength and methods that were almost godlike.

However, unlike Hei Guan and Xiao Zi, who were more focused on Wang Xuan's combat strength and level of threat, Er Zhuang's attention was almost entirely drawn to a detail in Zhang Chulan's description:

"What?! He revived someone on the verge of death, infected with a primordial Gu, with his bare hands... so easily?!"

When Erzhuang sent this message, even through the cold screen and digital signal, one could almost feel the disbelief and the sudden surge of attention in her tone!

This is not to blame for her unusual reaction.

For her, the words "heal" and "restore health" have a much deeper and more urgent meaning than for most people.

Due to an accident many years ago, she suffered extremely serious and irreversible damage to her body. Now she can only rely on special life support devices and powerful innate abilities to entrust her consciousness to the online world.

The main body was secretly placed in a bunker in the Northeast, almost completely isolated from "normal life".

Over the years, the company and her family have tried countless methods and sought out many famous doctors and extraordinary people in the field of supernatural beings, but they have been helpless in treating her physical condition.

Maintaining the status quo is already the best outcome.

At this moment, upon suddenly hearing Zhang Chulan describe Wang Xuan's incredible, almost miraculous healing abilities, how could she not be excited? How could she not be concerned?

It was as if she had suddenly seen a glimmer of light in an endless dark prison. No matter how faint or uncertain the light was, it was enough to make her heart surge and want to grasp it at all costs!

"Is it really okay to just put your hands on your head?"

"What exactly did it feel like? What was Liao's feeling at the time?"

"What kind of healing energy is that?"

Did he explain the underlying principles or the specific techniques involved?

"Would he be useful for other types of injuries or...congenital defects?"

Erzhuang's questions became more numerous and specific, all revolving around Wang Xuan's healing abilities, and the urgency and expectation in his tone almost overflowed the screen.

She desperately wanted to know the answer, which might determine whether she could escape her current predicament and reconnect with the real world and her body.

Zhang Chulan was struggling to keep up with Er Zhuang's barrage of questions. How could he possibly know so many of the details? He was just about to bite the bullet and explain a few more points, or simply pass the buck to Liao Zhong—

Liao Zhong's account posted a message in the group.

Clearly, he had ended his call with Zhao Fangxu at headquarters and returned with clear instructions from headquarters.

"Everyone, please be quiet."

Liao Zhong's message was concise and carried an unquestionable authority.

"I have just reported to Chairman Zhao that Wang Xuan has appeared in Biyou Village."

This message immediately silenced the group chat, and even the anxious Erzhuang temporarily stopped asking questions.

Liao Zhong continued typing, clearly conveying the headquarters' decision to each temporary worker:

"The headquarters' intention is that since Wang Xuan has clearly stated that he wants to leave, and his past behavior has not shown any direct harm to society."

Therefore, our core objective in this operation remains unchanged: Ma Xianhong and the Self-Cultivation Furnace.

"Regarding Wang Xuan..."

Liao Zhong emphasized his words.

"No one is allowed to obstruct, follow, or provoke him in any way! If he wants to leave, let him leave. Ignore him and don't cause any trouble!"

"Let me repeat, our mission focus is on Biyou Village, not Wang Xuan! Do you all understand?"

This instruction was like a bucket of cold water, temporarily extinguishing the burning passion that Erzhuang had felt from seeing hope, and also clarifying the boundaries of the temporary workers' actions going forward.

The group chat was filled with simple replies like "Received" and "Understood".

Erzhuang did not speak in the group anymore.

But her consciousness was silently flowing in the ocean of the internet. The name "Wang Xuan," along with his miraculous healing abilities, had been deeply engraved in her heart like a brand.

An idea took root and sprouted uncontrollably—perhaps, after resolving the matter of Biyou Village, she should think of a way.

To truly "meet" this mysterious Wang Xuan. For that faint yet alluring... possibility of regaining a complete body.

Chapter 86 Ma Xianhong's Dilemma

The chat group for the temporary workers in Biyou Village fell silent for the time being because of the clear instructions from headquarters relayed by Liao Zhong.

Although everyone was a little puzzled by Erzhuang's unusual excitement and series of questions, the mission was the priority at the moment, so no one went into it.

All they knew was that Erzhuang was a powerful online information supporter who was unable to participate in offline operations due to "special reasons," but they didn't know what those special reasons were.

Apart from a very few high-ranking officials like Liao Zhong, no one else knew about it and naturally had no way of understanding the shock and turmoil that Er Zhuang felt when he heard about Wang Xuan's heaven-defying healing ability.

Wang Xuan was completely unaware of the company's decisions and internal turmoil, and paid no attention to them whatsoever.

He returned to his temporary hut, which was simply furnished and contained few personal belongings.

He tidied things up a bit; there wasn't much to tidy up, just to make sure nothing was left behind.

After doing all this, he did not leave immediately, but turned around and walked back to the most conspicuous building in the center of the village, which served as both a residence and a workshop—Ma Xianhong's "base camp".

Pushing open that familiar door, where a beautiful doll would occasionally come out to answer the door, the scene inside was slightly different from usual.

Various exquisite parts and complex design drawings were still scattered on the workbench. Those creations, which represented Ma Xianhong's hard work and obsession, shimmered with the cold light unique to metal and runes.

However, Ma Xianhong himself did not, as usual, bury himself in the stage or excitedly adjust a new ritual implement.

He sat quietly on a wooden chair next to the workbench, leaning slightly forward, his hands clasped in front of his forehead, his elbows resting on his knees.

Inside, only a dim oil lamp was lit, its flickering flame casting a long, distorted shadow on the walls and the cold, mechanical contraptions, making him appear exceptionally lonely.

He seemed to be immersed in an invisible, heavy fog, and even the sound of Wang Xuan pushing open the door and walking in failed to wake him.

Wang Xuan stood at the door, looking at Ma Xianhong's distraught appearance, a stark contrast to the village chief who was usually enthusiastic, energetic, and even somewhat obsessive in promoting his "new Jie Sect" ideals.

It seems that my previous words about Qu Tong and "Double-Handed" were like a poisonous thorn, deeply embedded in his heart, slowly releasing the poison of doubt and pain.

"What are you thinking about?"

Wang Xuan spoke calmly, his voice not loud, but like a stone thrown into stagnant water, breaking the silence of the room.

Ma Xianhong's body trembled violently, as if he had been awakened from a deep nightmare.

He raised his head somewhat blankly, his gaze slowly focusing, before he could clearly see Wang Xuan standing in front of him.

His eyes held a complex expression, tinged with lingering confusion, struggle, and a hint of barely perceptible weariness.

"It's you……"

Ma Xianhong's voice was somewhat hoarse, revealing a sense of dejection.

"What's matter?"

He didn't even express any doubt or dissatisfaction about Wang Xuan's sudden visit as he usually did, and seemed preoccupied.

Wang Xuan didn't beat around the bush and stated his purpose directly:

"I'm planning to leave."

Ma Xianhong seemed caught off guard, or rather, this sudden news seemed out of place with the matter he was currently grappling with. He instinctively pressed for an answer:

"What's wrong? Are you not comfortable in the village? Is there anything wrong with our hospitality?"

Despite his unease, his inherent sense of responsibility as a "leader," or perhaps a stubborn politeness, compelled him to ask the question.

Wang Xuan shook his head, his gaze sweeping across the room filled with ideals and obsessions, his tone calm yet carrying a knowing detachment:

“It’s not that I’ve been poor in my hospitality. I came here to find some peace and quiet, but unfortunately, it won’t be peaceful anytime soon. So, it’s time to leave.”

Upon hearing the words "no longer peaceful," Ma Xianhong's brows immediately furrowed, his eyes sharpened, and his previous dejection was replaced by vigilance.

"You mean... Zhang Chulan and his group are coming?"

He was referring, of course, to the temporary workers who had already infiltrated the village.

Wang Xuan didn't answer directly, but simply nodded slightly, tacitly acknowledging his guess. This simple gesture, however, made Ma Xianhong's heart sink.

Wang Xuan's foresight and his immediate withdrawal conveyed an ominous premonition.

Seeing Ma Xianhong's unpredictable expression, Wang Xuan seemed to have thought of something and continued:

"Ma Xianhong, I wonder if Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing, and the others have mentioned this to you..."

He paused deliberately, seemingly observing Ma Xianhong's reaction, before speaking slowly, his tone almost cruelly blunt, as if stating a predetermined ending:

"Your destiny is lowly, yet your ambitions are grand. These shoulders cannot bear your lofty aspirations; if you force yourself to support them, the final result will inevitably be defeat, utter ruin."

These words were like a cold awl, piercing Ma Xianhong's most sensitive and least willing-to-face part.

His face instantly turned pale, and his lips moved as if he wanted to refute, but Wang Xuan's next words silenced him.

"Do you think you've only crossed the bottom line of All-Tong Company? Or the bottom line of certain vested interests?"

Wang Xuan's gaze seemed to pierce through his soul.

"No, you're wrong. What you've touched is a more fundamental and unshakeable bottom line."

This bottom line doesn't belong to any particular individual or faction; it belongs to the millions of ordinary people who form the cornerstone of this world!

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a resounding power:

"Your self-cultivation furnace and your 'education for all' may seem to be giving power to ordinary people, but in reality, they are destroying the balance that has been maintained for thousands of years."

It is shaking the very foundations of society! If this force gets out of control, the chain reaction it triggers will be unimaginable and absolutely unbearable!

Looking at Ma Xianhong's face, which was gradually losing its color, Wang Xuan's tone carried an indescribable meaning, like pity, yet also like mockery:

“You are an idealist, Ma Xianhong. I don’t know if this is your true nature, or the result of your ‘good sister’ Qu Tong’s careful shaping and constant reinforcement of you with her ‘blue hands’.”

He didn't give Ma Xianhong time to process or refute, and directly ended the conversation:

"Alright, that's all I have to say, I should go now. I'll give you one last piece of advice, whether you listen or not is up to you: Don't blindly trust Qu Tong anymore. Otherwise, you will lose far more than you can imagine."

Having said that, Wang Xuan showed no lingering attachment whatsoever. Without even looking at Ma Xianhong's final reaction, he turned around, pushed open the door, and his figure quickly disappeared into the deepening twilight outside.