Chapter 270 - - 268 Would you like to become my disciple_1

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Zhao Hongmei was busy with public relations, while Duge kept browsing the news.

He saw a news report about a nutcase with a keyword like “slaughter” who brazenly fought with the police on the street and ended up being killed by a masked swordsman who appeared out of nowhere. The comments below were all filled with shock, admiration, and revelations about the existence of real martial arts.

However, other news reports made no mention of Daoist arts or martial skills.

It was just his luck that when he tried to possess a body in the government building, he was harshly struck by a “Formation,” and his soul power shattered the “Amulet” during the process of possession.

All the evidence suggested that beneath this world seemingly composed of ordinary people, another wondrous world was hidden.

Therefore,

the main plot could only be related to this other world.

The most direct clue was Daoist Su Wen, who had made the “Jade Pendant.”

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“Was that not what you intended just now?” Zhao Hongmei asked seriously.

“I’ve worked hard to reach my current status, how could I do something so stupid?” Duge said, “To be honest, what happened just now felt like a dream to me.”

As he spoke,

he took out the “Jade Pendant” again, “Sister Zhao, everything in the car is soft, how could this thing break into pieces out of the blue? Even if I tried to break it with my hands, I’d need to be a strongman, right?”

Zhao Hongmei took the “Jade Pendant” from Duge’s hand, examined it carefully, and then tried bending it with her hands, her expression growing more solemn: “There might really be a problem. Little Liu, turn around, go to ‘Clear Heart temple.’”

“Yes, Sister Zhao.” The driver responded and found an intersection to turn the car around, heading straight for the outskirts.

At this moment,

Duge’s divine consciousness could cover an area with a radius of one kilometer, and all sorts of chaotic information flooded into his ears, but none of it was of any use.

Agent Zhao Hongmei made another phone call to report the situation to President Wu.

However,

far from garnering President Wu’s sympathy, she was instead berated by him, warned that if she dared to spread these supernatural rumors, neither of them would need to return to the company.

Zhao Hongmei hung up the phone, looking somewhat embarrassed, but still insisted on heading to ‘Clear Heart temple.’

Duge was her top artist, and she couldn’t just watch him get into trouble. When it came to matters of gods and ghosts, it was better to err on the side of belief than skepticism.

The journey was silent.

Duge browsed information online through his phone, gathering data about the world and understanding Cheng Yu’s social relations.

Meanwhile, Zhao Hongmei focused on the latest social trends, feeling more and more convinced that Cheng Yu was right, that the world seemed to have become abnormal.

The man who went berserk and killed someone in the street displayed an abnormal level of combat prowess, and from the video, it could be seen that the police’s bullets hit him, several shots even in vital areas, but they seemed to have no effect on his actions.

Regarding this,

experts explained that the man’s adrenaline surged due to his frenzy, allowing him to ignore the pain on his body.

But after some netizens analyzed the footage frame by frame, everyone could clearly see that the bullets entering his body were being squeezed out of the wounds, as if the suddenly healing wounds were expelling foreign objects, somewhat like a science fiction movie.

The swordsman who suddenly appeared and killed the suspect also seemed to pop out of nowhere, abruptly flashing next to the man…

Zhao Hongmei was investigating this bizarre incident.

Suddenly, the news page she was browsing turned blank, and when she tried to refresh, everything was gone.

Zhao Hongmei knew all too well what this meant.

It wasn’t a big deal if the posts were not deleted, but once they were, it definitely indicated trouble.

Her expression became even more cautious.

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‘Clear Heart temple’ was located in the western mountains of ‘Tongshan City.’

It was a small Daoist Temple with few visitors, but there were three or four luxury cars parked at the base of the mountain.

Zhao Hongmei glanced at the luxury cars nearby and said, “Daoist Suwen is a capable person. Last time I was brought here to pay homage to the mountain by Old Liu and the others, everyone asked the Daoist for an amulet. At that time, your career was on the rise, so I also helped you ask for an Exorcising Evil Jade Pendant, which cost me thirty-eight thousand. At that time, I only did it for good luck, never expecting that something would really happen.”

Duge looked up at the mountaintop, the slope lush and dense with pine trees, but lacking the Spiritual Energy that could be instantly discerned in the other world.

It seems that the methods of spiritual cultivation are different in every world.

The two took more than an hour to reach the mountaintop, encountering several groups of visitors coming down the mountain along the way.

These people were either rich or noble, all prominent figures in Tongshan City’s society. Zhao Hongmei greeted them as they came along, Cheng Yu didn’t recognize a single one. Whatever Zhao Hongmei called out, he just followed suit.

Before meeting Daoist Suwen, he had to act like a normal person.

Upon reaching the Daoist Temple, Zhao Hongmei stated their business, and a young disciple led both of them to Daoist Suwen’s room.

Duge’s senses covered the entire Daoist Temple. Aside from the sound of chanting, he could faintly hear discussions about the “Five Thunder Method” and the like, illustrating that the temple did indeed contain genuine items.

Walking further inside,

Duge heard some wondrous information, “Tongshan City… the Ghost King roaming the city skies in broad daylight… disappearing after clashing with the Bright Light Array at the government building… possibly hiding in an Extremely Yin Land to heal or lurking inside a mortal’s body, ready to emerge at any time to replenish its Soul Power by absorbing living souls…”

The Ghost King?

Clashing with the Bright Light Array!

These all-too-familiar tidbits made Duge feel quite awkward. Damn it, his movements had been exposed!

So it turns out his spiritual power of one hundred twenty thousand was equivalent to that of a Ghost King.

However, these people were indeed overestimating him; though he had the airs of a Ghost King, he lacked the power of one!

While in his soul state, he could control water sources and seize bodies, but he possessed no offensive capabilities.

At that time, if someone had truly attacked him, he would most likely have fled and then casually found a new body to possess.

It seemed that in any world, body-snatching should not be taken lightly—it was always possible that some powerful being lay in wait, secretly guarding the city.

Since these people had discovered him, it was no surprise that nearly two thousand exam candidates had perished at the start; their spiritual power was too weak. Encountering one of the guardians who secretly protected the city, they might have been eliminated before they even had the chance to possess a body.

When they were fifty meters away from Daoist Suwen’s room, the conversation inside suddenly stopped.

Duge smiled slightly. In terms of the five senses alone, Daoist Suwen’s physical condition was far inferior to his…

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They entered the room.

An old Taoist was sitting cross-legged in the room.

The old Taoist looked to be in his sixties, with grizzled hair and a ruddy complexion, wearing a dark blue Taoist robe. Behind him on the wall hung a Bagua Diagram, and on the table in front of him, there were a Peach Wood Sword, yellow paper, cinnabar, and several prepared talismans.

Zhao Hongmei tugged at Cheng Yu’s sleeve and saluted the old daoist, “Zhao Hongmei pays respects to Daoist Suwen.”

“Cheng Yu pays respects to Daoist Suwen.” Duge followed suit with his salute.

The old Taoist turned to look at them, nodded, and was about to speak when he saw Duge; his eyes suddenly lit up. With a swift step, he reached Duge’s side and reached out for his wrist. Duge instinctively wanted to dodge, but hesitated for a moment and stopped.

“Young man, have you studied martial arts?” The old Taoist noticed Duge’s movement, smiled slightly, and asked.

“Just some fancy moves,” Duge said with a smile, modestly.

“Young man, your constitution doesn’t look like it’s just fancy moves!” The old Taoist took his pulse carefully and then his eyes grew brighter, making appreciative noises, “All meridians are unblocked, a fine seedling for cultivation. Cheng Yu, is it? Would you like to take this old Daoist as your master?”

“Of course, I am willing,” Duge said, “Ever since entering the Daoist Temple, my mind has been exceptionally peaceful, as if this is where I truly belong. Meeting Daoist Suwen, this feeling has only grown stronger. If Daoist Suwen does not mind, I would certainly like to take you as my master… "

“Good, there’s no day like today. Let’s complete the mentorship ceremony today,” Daoist Suwen was ecstatic.

Cough!

Zhao Hongmei coughed, interrupting them. She looked at Daoist Suwen awkwardly and then sharply pulled Duge aside, “Cheng Yu, what are you doing? I’m warning you, you’re under a contract, and whatever you do must be approved by the company. Becoming a Taoist priest, what are you thinking? You must still be possessed or something!”

With that, she glared fiercely at Duge and brought out the broken Jade Pendant from her pocket, looking apologetically at Daoist Suwen, “Please don’t take it personally with him, Daoist Suwen. He has many commitments and cannot possibly devote himself to seclusion and cultivation with you. Our visit to the mountain today is to seek your help with an important matter.”

Daoist Suwen looked at the Jade Pendant in Zhao Hongmei’s hand and immediately furrowed his brows, “Such heavy dark energy.”

He examined Duge from head to toe and asked cautiously, “Did you encounter any strange occurrences today?”

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