QT- I’m Almost Died
Chapter 270. Shifu Xuan Chengzi
After a long silence, Fan Jialuo gave his advice, “I’m not entirely sure I can guarantee that. Agree to his request.”
“I’ve already offended Tianshui Temple to death. I’m afraid they won’t do their best or they might have ulterior motives.” Chief Yan muttered worriedly.
“He wouldn’t. Although he may seem cold and unapproachable, he’s not the kind of person who would resort to underhanded tactics. You can negotiate with him fairly and squarely.” Fan Jialuo’s tone was calm, but a faint glimmer of tears appeared in his eyes. He had finally waited for the moment when all the grudges would come to an end. This day had come so quickly, yet so slowly, a hundred years had passed in the blink of an eye, and in another blink, he might be reduced to ashes.
“Is he trustworthy?” Chief Yan was still not entirely at ease.
“Trustworthy.” Fan Jialuo said with great certainty, “Promise him. There are only two things in the world that can make him go all out—— one is the lineage of the Tianshui Sect and the other is my ShiJie. You’ve stumbled upon one of his only two weaknesses, and he will do his best to help you. Once he gets serious, things should be resolved quickly, and I will also provide assistance from the side.”
With Teacher Fan’s assurances, Chief Yan’s doubts were dispelled. He had assumed that Teacher Fan and his master had a deep rift, almost like enemies, but to his surprise, he didn’t hear a single bad word about his master from Teacher Fan.
Teacher Fan is a gentleman, and those he approves of should be of good character as well. However, the appearance of that Taoist Master Xuan Chengzi was completely unexpected for Chief Yan. At their first meeting, he almost mistook the man for a movie star.
Meanwhile, a group of people from the Taoist sects were sitting quietly in the reception room, awaiting Chief Yan’s audience.
They once lurked in the shadows, ostensibly as recluses, coldly watching the city descend into a sea of blood, into hell, into turmoil, and into darkness. They never considered stepping forward to save the world unless mortals offered them fertile land, vast wealth, abundant resources, and devout faith.
For hundreds or even thousands of years, they have gradually grown stronger, established their doctrines, and risen above all living beings in this way. Even the privileged class, who are considered superior to humans, had to bow and scrape before them. However, in recent years, simply due to the emergence of those so-called psychics, and particularly Fan Jialuo, who seemed to burst out of thin air, had stifled their very survival, leaving them with barely any room to breathe.
What shocked them even more was that the Tianshui Sect, hailed as the number one sect in the metaphysics society, had its entire secular stronghold wiped out! From now on, how could the Tianshui Sect maintain its dignity? How could the entire Taoist sects alliance stand in the secular world? This was truly an indelible disgrace!
Therefore, all the invited members of the Taoist sects lowered their heads, not daring to look at the person sitting in the main seat, for fear that the other party would think that they were pitying, despising, or offending him.
But in reality, who would dare to pity him, despise him, or offend him? He is the closest being to deity in the world. If the Tianshui Sect had not been on the verge of life and death, he probably would never have set foot in this filthy mortal world.
Chief Yan, who had been standing outside the door for a long time, could understand the feelings of these docile, quail-like members of the Taoist sects. When he finally saw the legendary Taoist Master Xuan Chengzi, he couldn’t believe his eyes.
It is said that this man has lived for one or two centuries. In one’s imagination, he ought to be an elder with a head of white hair and skin like a withered husk, sporting a long white beard, save for a pair of bright, spirited eyes that fully reveal his transcendent, otherworldly aura. Yet in reality, he is astonishingly young and breathtakingly handsome.
Fan Jialuo was already considered to have a captivating, almost demonic appearance, but this person was in no way inferior, only his temperament was even colder and more aloof, like the purest snowflake on the top of Tianshan Mountain. His shoulder-length hair was covered with the color of frost and snow, but his face was smooth and delicate without a single wrinkle. His pair of narrow, dark eyes seemed to hold all the mystery and unpredictability in the world, almost capable of bewitching souls.
He was waiting with his eyes lowered, his light blue Taoist robe, which shimmered with a soft glow, made him appear even more like a celestial being. Taoist Zhi Fei was clearly his disciple, but sitting beside him, he looked like his grandfather, aged beyond recognition.
Regardless of his actual strength, Chief Yan was astonished by his age-preserving technique alone. However, he quickly realized that Teacher Fan seemed to be this man’s disciple, making him and Taoist Zhi Fei of the same generation. In that case, Teacher Fan’s age-preserving technique was also quite remarkable!
Before even entering the hall, Chief Yan had already ranked these people according to their physical appearance and mental state. This Taoist Master Xuan Chengzi must be a formidable figure.
Having observed enough, Chief Yan pushed open the door and said, “I accept your proposal.”
“Then I shall take my leave, you will soon receive good news.” The celestial being, as white as frost and as white as snow, slowly rose and left, his sleeves fluttering.
He didn’t argue with Chief Yan, nor did he express his anger or protest. After arriving at the military headquarters, he only said two sentences—— First sentence was I’ll help you get rid of the demonic plant, and you restore my Taoist Temples. Second, which is what he said now. He was taciturn and aloof, but beneath this calm exterior lay an arrogance and disdain for all others that far surpasses that of any other cultivator.
When facing him directly, Chief Yan could clearly sense that he was a person devoid of warmth. The notion of him being the closest to a deity seemed to have some credibility.
With Xuan Chengzi gone, all the Taoist sect masters who never showed themselves in the secular world also left.
Chief Yan stared at the departing figures of these people, a strange itch creeping into his teeth. He sincerely hoped that Teacher Fan could resolve this case first, otherwise, he’d have to act like a subservient servant to these self-important charlatans, wouldn’t that be unbearable? ——
After leaving the military headquarters, Xuan Chengzi got into a limousine and saw the beautiful girl who was already waiting in the car. The frost on his body instantly melted away.
“Nianci.” He sighed as he pulled the girl, whose eyes were red-rimmed, into his arms, running his fingers through her long, flowing hair, gently smoothing it. His humanity, tenderness, and affection were reserved only for the one in his arms.
“Shizu, I’m sorry, I’ve done many wrong things. It was my fault that Tianshui Temple was destroyed and that my ShiXiong’s and Shidi’s cultivation stagnated. Shizu, please punish me.” Lin Nianci raised her head and said with teary eyes, “My mother didn’t die, Shizu, she saved me.”
Mentioning Song Enci stirred a storm in Xuan Chengzi’s usually calm heart. However, he was so adept at hiding his emotions that no one noticed anything amiss.
He pulled Lin Nianci’s head into his arms and gently comforted her, “Shizu will help you solve all your troubles. You did nothing wrong. It was Shizu who came too late and caused you to suffer. The temple will be rebuilt soon, cultivation of your ShiXiong and Shidi will be restored, and I will also find Enci. You just need to grow up peacefully.”
Lin Nianci, who is actually over seventy years old, is always as fragile as an infant in his eyes. He doesn’t think his child is at fault, so the fault can only lie with others, or perhaps with the world.
Just as the car was about to drive away, it was stopped by a luxury car that suddenly cut in. The door opened, an old man stepped out, went around to the trunk, took out a wheelchair, and pushed it back to the always-open door, where he laboriously helped a young man out.
Upon seeing the young man’s face clearly, Lin Nianci realized she still had a mess to clean up. She quickly hid in her grandmaster’s arms, letting out soft gasps.
“What’s wrong? Did he bully you?” Xuan Chengzi’s voice was icy.
Sitting opposite the two, Lin Nian’en lowered his head, hiding his disapproval. Shizu always protected his ShiJie without questioning right or wrong, to the point that no matter how much trouble his ShiJie caused, it didn’t matter. The demolition of the Tianshui Sect’s Taoist Temple was tantamount to the severing of the sect’s lineage, all caused by his ShiJie, yet his Shizu didn’t see anything wrong with it. If it were anyone else, how could they have survived?
Lin Nianci shook her head, not daring to speak.
Xuan Chengzi stroked her smooth hair and said softly, “It’s alright, Shizu is here.”
Lin Nian’en really wanted to ask a rebellious question——what if one day you’re no longer here? But he didn’t dare, so he could only hold it in.
Amidst their wild thoughts, the old man pushing the young man had already approached and introduced his identity as butler and the young man said, “Excuse me, are you Taoist Master Xuan Chengzi? I am Bai Mu. I came here to ask if you can help Miss Lin Nianci fulfill the promise she made to me.”
In just one or two months, Bai Mu had become extremely thin, with thick casts on both legs below the knees, and a hideous wound running down his handsome face, making him look incredibly miserable.
After leaving Fan Jialuo, Lin Nianci, who had promised to help him defy fate, completely disappeared. She didn’t reply to his text messages or answer his calls, as if her promise was nothing but a joke.
Shortly after, Bai Mu was involved in a very serious car accident, suffering comminuted fractures in both legs and losing the ability to walk freely. He will spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. His company’s stock price also plummeted due to the accident, plunging it into financial difficulties.
Just as he once betrayed Fan Jialuo, he is now being betrayed by fate.
He had long since given up the will to live, because even if someone could defy fate for him now, they could never heal his legs. His despair would never end. He was here today purely to collect a debt and to seek a resolution.
“What did you promise him?” Xuan Chengzi didn’t even spare Bai Mu a glance, but looked down at Lin Nianci with an extremely gentle and indulgent tone.
“I promise to change his fate. Shizu, you can do it, right?” Lin Nianci gripped the sleeve of the celestial-like man tightly, her eyes filled with trust and adoration. In her eyes, there was nothing her grandmaster couldn’t do.
Lin Nian’en already knew about the deal, so he wasn’t surprised. But Chang Sheng and Chang Zhen exchanged a surprised look, then both lowered their heads, not daring to let anyone see the change in their expressions.
There are few ways to change one’s fate. The few that exist are all evil arts, requiring the exchange of someone else’s life or destiny, something Shizu surely knows. What will he do? Will he agree or disagree?
Tianshui Sect has always refrained from using evil arts. ShiMei clearly knew this, yet she still recklessly made promises. How could she be so irresponsible? Thinking of this, Chang Sheng and Chang Zhen’s impression of Lin Nianci plummeted. They had never known that their junior sister was so reckless, impulsive, and prone to causing trouble. Every single thing she did, seemingly with good intentions, ended up causing them endless headaches.
Even Taoist Zhi Fei couldn’t help but show surprise, and refused, saying, “Not possible ……”
But before he could finish speaking, Xuan Chengzi interrupted him, “Come closer, let me take a look.” He was actually prepared to change this person’s fate!
Taoist Zhi Fei was speechless for a moment, while Lin Nianci showed a relieved expression.
Chang Sheng and Chang Zhen closed their eyes, trying to strengthen their Taoist resolve and reverence for their sect, yet they couldn’t help but waver. Fan Jialuo’s principle of “to have lines that one will never cross” had already had a profound impact on them, but they hadn’t realized it yet.
Bai Mu was pushed to the car door by the butler.
Xuan Chengzi stared at his face for a moment, then asked for his birth date and time to do some calculations. He shook his head and said, “No one can alter your destiny. You were born under the Star of Solitude——a curse spanning ten lifetimes——and only when those ten lives have run their course can you attain salvation. To change your fate, I would have to alter not just this life, but all nine others as well, for they are inextricably linked. I currently lack the power to rewrite a destiny spanning ten lifetimes, you should go back.”
“So, you couldn’t help me at all, yet you pushed me toward a dead end just to use me?” Bai Mu asked calmly.
Xuan Chengzi had no interest in knowing what he meant by being used, as long as Nianci could live a healthy life, she was free to do as she pleased.
“This is a talisman to ward off evil spirits. I drew it myself. I will send someone to deliver it to you again after it expires. No one can change your fate, so don’t make a futile entanglement. You are already lucky enough to have met Nianci and received this life-saving method.” Xuan Chengzi coldly ordered, “Drive.”
The driver immediately steered around Bai Mu’s car and slowly drove away.
Seeing that Bai Mu had not reached for the talisman, Xuan Chengzi casually tossed it out of the car window, then pressed Lin Nianci’s guilty face into his arms, forbidding her to look at this nonsensical person again.
Taoist Zhi Fei breathed a sigh of relief because his master had not used any evil technique. Chang Sheng and Chang Zhen clenched their fists, suppressing the chill surging in their hearts.
The butler was so enraged by their behavior that he gritted his teeth and trembled all over, while Bai Mu curled his lips into a bitter smile. What did it mean to be lucky enough to have obtained this method of survival? A disfigured face, shattered legs, and a life of barely surviving. Was this what these people considered lucky?
He could have received countless warm embraces and an unprecedented sense of security from Fan Jialuo. With Fan Jialuo, he wouldn’t have felt inferior, nor would he have had to endure any humiliation. Why did he trust Lin Nianci? Why was he so greedy? Meeting Fan Jialuo was already lucky enough, wouldn’t it have been better to just watch him from afar? Why did he have to break free?
Regret swept over Bai Mu like a tidal wave. He covered his eyes, but tears streamed down his face, one by one, unstoppable.
The butler squatted down, picked up the talisman, and forced a smile, saying, “Xiao Mu, if you can’t change your fate, then so be it. Having this kind of talisman is just as good.”
Bai Mu quickly regained his composure, and when he looked up, no one would have noticed that he had been crying.
Taking the talisman, he gave it a brief glance before casually throwing it into a nearby sewer. He had already given up on this life, he would just look at it as returning it to Teacher Fan.
After returning to the Tianshui Sect’s temporary base, Xuan Chengzi immediately ordered people to prepare the magical artifacts he needed.
Taoist Zhi Fei reminded him, “That traitor Fan Jialuo is also in the capital. Shouldn’t we deal with him first?”
“Let’s get on with the business first. He can’t run away, and he wouldn’t dare to.” Xuan Chengzi’s tone was indifferent, and his expression was calm. It was as if he was talking about an inanimate object, not a wicked disciple.
“Disciple understands.” Taoist Zhi Fei immediately fell silent.
With the assistance of the entire Taoist alliance, the artifacts Xuan Chengzi required were quickly delivered. After nightfall, he arrived at the tallest skyscraper in Beijing, climbed the lightning rod tower amidst swirling gale-force winds to track down the demonic plant’s whereabouts with a fengshui compass.
The compass needle began to spin wildly, revealing the many undercurrents hidden within this bustling metropolis. High in the sky, unseen by ordinary eyes, countless demonic and malevolent energies condensed into clusters of dark clouds, spreading in from all directions.
Even the usually calm and collected Xuan Chengzi couldn’t help but show a hint of surprise and doubt. He immediately bit his fingertip, squeezed out the blood, smeared it on the compass, and continued searching for the demonic plant.
At the same time, Fan Jialuo suddenly received a series of text messages from Duan Xiaoyun, one after another. More precisely, they weren’t text messages, but rather a series of media messages. Upon seeing the contents of the photos, Fan Jialuo’s eyes narrowed, and he revealed a rare expression of surprise.
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