Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 631 - Late Night Phantom
Chapter 631: Chapter 631: Late Night Phantom
Chapter 631: Chapter 631: Late Night Phantom
Jiang Changjie is a bona fide local tycoon, and he truly does not have a high opinion of businessmen like Boss Zhu who come from elsewhere.
Even if we don’t talk about power, just assets alone, those few hospitals of his… could that even be called an industry?
Seeing Zhu Yuefu’s soulless demeanor, he felt a deep disdain in his heart. An outsider, what kind of storm could he possibly stir up?
——Boss Zhu had not told them that Feng Jun had the support of the Jin City Yang Family behind him.
Otherwise, someone as fearless as Mayor Jiang might really have been scared enough to wet himself.
The system itself is like an ecological chain. It’s natural for big fish to eat little fish and for one layer to press down on another, but there are also natural predators.
Though the presence of the Yang Family in Jin City had greatly diminished, they were still not someone Jiang Changjie, the local tycoon, would dare to provoke.
Mayor Jiang’s rise to power was largely thanks to the strength of the system. He could look down on Zhu Yuefu or even Shen Guangming, but he would never dare to disrespect the Yang Family.
Zhu Yuefu and Shen Guangming run businesses. Even if they can’t make it in Jin City, after gritting their teeth and suffering losses, they could still make a comeback elsewhere.
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But as a village mayor, one can’t just switch places and become a mayor again, right?
To speak even more plainly, Jiang Changjie’s firm seat as the mayor is simply due to his ability to facilitate the flow of benefits and to handle matters reliably, prioritizing urgency and importance. If someone else became the mayor, couldn’t they do the same?
Zhu Yuefu was all too aware of this, which is why he didn’t dare mention the existence of Yang Yuxin.
While Jiang Changjie was looking down on Boss Zhu, he suddenly heard a light snort and couldn’t help but turn his head to glance over, his brows furrowed, he spoke coldly, “Who let you in?”
He didn’t recognize the newcomer, but it didn’t matter. This was his home, where even his wife and children couldn’t watch when he was performing a private ceremony. Now someone had suddenly appeared, and he felt justified in rebuking them.
Zhu Yuefu turned his head, only to see a short man dressed in a Daoist robe, and immediately his eyes filled with fury.
He jumped up high and shouted, “You… you still dare to show up?”
Boss Zhu didn’t actually recognize the person but judging by the attire and stature, he was sure that this was the same person who had stolen from his cosmetic surgery hospital, causing him heavy losses indeed.
He shouted loudly, and Jiang Changjie could see how agitated he was. His eyes swiveled, and he immediately held his tongue.
The monk, who was chanting scriptures, remained indifferent, truly embodying the ignorance of ear.
The two young novices were not so steadfast in heart, glancing over a couple times, but that was all.
The lean Daoist didn’t speak but slowly emerged from the shadows with an expressionless face.
“It’s him, it’s definitely him!” Zhu Yuefu shouted loudly, his voice laced with an uncontrollable tremble, he screamed at the top of his lungs, “Master, this demonic fiend is the thief, he stole my things.”
The monk finally turned his head to glance at the Daoist, and then, disregarding him, turned back and continued chanting.
Without speaking, his attitude was clear — I’ve got real work to do, don’t bother me.
Seeing the situation was about to spiral out of control, Jiang Changjie steadied himself and stood his ground with a fist enclosed within his other hand — he didn’t even dare to step forward, “This… er, Master, this is my private residence, could there be some misunderstanding?”
The lean Daoist’s eyes moved, turning to look at him, and from his throat came a sharp, grating sound, like metal scraping metal, “Are you sure… you want to know about this ‘misunderstanding’?”
Just hearing this voice made Jiang Changjie dizzy, his body trembling uncontrollably, thinking to himself what kind of creature is this?
Zhu Yuefu was actually not wrong; this guy… definitely seemed like a demon.
This voice even disturbed the chanting monk, who stood up, looked at the Daoist, and frowned as he spoke, “Layman Changjie… is your home a place where just anyone can come in?”
Jiang Changjie didn’t even have a chance to respond before he saw the lean Daoist raise his hand.
What followed was a crisp sound, as a ceiling spotlight abruptly shattered.
Mayor Jiang shuddered involuntarily; that was a hidden camera he had installed in the shrine.
The camera was very concealed, and normally it should be unnoticeable to most people.
He didn’t mean any disrespect; he simply wanted to be prepared for any eventuality — it’s normal for someone who has seen and done a lot of shady things to have such a mindset.
Like how he recorded today’s ceremonial proceedings, part of it was for his own study, and secondly… it also served as material collection.
The piercing voice of the short Daoist rang out again, “Now we can talk freely, if you don’t want to leave, then stay.”
“I’m leaving!” Jiang Changjie jumped in fright, turning around and heading for the door.
He believed he was a devout lay follower, but his devotion was only towards Buddha and Bodhisattvas. He wanted to show reverence to Masters, but as for being involved in a dispute between a Master and someone else, he’d rather not. He absolutely did not want to provoke such a possibly non-human entity.
As he left, he didn’t forget to explain, “I merely lent out my shrine, fulfilling the duty of a Buddhist believer.”
“Mayor Jiang,” Zhu Yuefu called out loudly, “Please get my men up here!”
Fucking hell… Jiang Changjie swore that if he had a gun in his hand right now, he would definitely shoot this bastard dead—so you’re set on dragging me down with you?
“Gaga,” the short Taoist cackled twice, “Such poor judgment in friends… Well then, don’t bother leaving.”
“Master, please listen to me,” Jiang Changjie shouted, “I have nothing to do with them, I promise…”
Mid-sentence, he took off running—For someone like him who had fought his way up on his own, relying entirely on others was incredibly foolish. In crucial times, you must rely on yourself.
As long as he could get out of the room and shout in the hallway, that would be enough.
However, the scrawny Taoist raised his hand again and sent a gust of wind with his finger, hitting Jiang Changjie right in the back of the knee, causing him to fall to the ground. Due to his momentum, he rolled several times.
Master Ming Xin’s eyes narrowed, speaking in an ominous tone, “Finger wind hitting acupoints… are you someone from Wudang?”
“Does Wudang have people who can do this? I didn’t know that,” replied the short Taoist expressionlessly.
Then he raised his hand again, catching two mobile phones in midair and squeezing them with slight force, crushing them outright.
Seeing this, Master Ming Xin inhaled sharply. He knew what was going on—after all, someone would recognize this kind of thing.
The lighting in the Buddhist hall wasn’t very bright, so not everyone could see the finger wind hitting acupoints, but Aerial Absorption… who wouldn’t recognize that?
Master Shimingxin spoke solemnly, “Your cultivation technique is exquisite, and Lao Na is deeply impressed. However, our Buddhist Sects also have protector Golden Guardians. With such a cultivation level, you should go challenge the great cultivators of our sects instead of coming after us. Don’t you think it’s unfair to take advantage of your power?”
“Gaga,” the thin Taoist laughed dryly again, “Is it so honorable to harm others in secret with your techniques?”
Feng Jun didn’t know what technique this was, but even from a distance, he could feel the malice emanating from this place.
The resort was perhaps more than ten kilometers away from here, yet he felt a subtle threat emerging from this location while in his room, and it seemed as if something was drawing on his power, even his soul.
He didn’t know what the problem was in this direction, so he needed to confirm with Yang Yuxin what was over there—he knew that the living quarters of the Provincial Government Residence weren’t in this direction, but… who knew if they had a new residence?
His concerns weren’t unfounded; there really was a new residence for the Provincial Government Residence, but luckily, it wasn’t in this direction.
Regardless, faced with such baffling events, he was determined to get to the bottom of it.
As for the matter between him and Yang Yuxin… how should it be put? Both had some interest in each other, they were both adults capable of making decisions about their own actions, and since she had been frightened today, it was normal for her to seek someone to comfort her.
Of course, for Feng Jun, Director Yang was indeed a bit older. Besides, something she said made him feel uneasy—that if she didn’t enter his room, Xiao Tian might.
This speculation… Well, Feng Jun believed that it was a very real possibility, and not just possible, but highly likely!
After all, the guy was wealthy and handsome at a young age, willing to go all out and play the role of a gallant protector.
So, if Xiao Tian entered the room, how would he conveniently leave in the middle of the night? After all, she was a professional.
And with Xiao Tian staying in the hall, watching over Yang Yuxin as she spent the night in his room, it served another purpose.
That was to prove that he was in his room all night, involved in unmentionable activities with Director Yang.
During this time, he would be free of any suspicion about anything happening outside.
When he reached the location of his premonition and quietly entered the room, and saw Zhu Yuefu, he instantly understood everything.
What surprised him was that the palpitations he felt weren’t false; someone indeed wanted to harm him, and it was done through spell-casting… This bald monk really had some tricks up his sleeve.
He was a bit curious about the principle behind the spell, but that was about it—such tricks were useless in the world of mobile phones.
This kind of technique could easily alert the target. Even he, an intermediate level Qi Refiner, could detect it, so how much practical value could it really have? Was it supposed to work against those beyond the physical realm?
Regardless of all that, the other party’s actions had truly ignited his intent to kill.
But Master Ming Xin disagreed with his claim, and the monk expressed his dissatisfaction clearly.
“My practice is not to secretly harm people but to dispel evil spirits. As a great Daoist cultivator, you should know that the layperson in question is filled with fierce energy due to the invasion of demonic fiends… It shall be resolved by dispelling the evil spirits,” the monk stated earnestly.
“Gaga,” the thin Taoist laughed again, “They say monks do not speak lies. Are you trying to fool me because you think I don’t understand?”
And indeed, after observing for a while, he actually figured out something—thanks to his recent deep dive into the Maoshan archives combined with some basic knowledge from the mobile phone realm, he could roughly understand what the technique was.
The monk spoke with dignity, “Bull Nose, don’t spit blood. This is just a technique for expelling the evil spirits.”
He planned to use the argument to buy some time, hoping it could draw the attention of the Jiang Family. That would be the best outcome.
At this moment, if he were to act, he really had no confidence at all—not every high monk knew martial arts.
“Bullshit technique for expelling evil spirits,” the slender Daoist blurted out rudely, “It’s a variation of the Seven-Arrows Nailhead Curse. Are you exploiting Daoist divine skills thinking there are none among the Daoist Sects who know better?”
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