Chapter 487: A Mighty Dragon Crosses the River
A Delicious Diversion
Linda loved delicious food, and Luke also wanted to savor the tastes of his past.
So, at his suggestion, the three of them paused in the Northwest region to try various local delicacies. They ate everything: roasted mutton, whole roasted lamb, roasted buns, oil-splashed noodles, mixed mutton offal stew, big chicken plate, and more.
Every day, morning, noon, and night, you could find the three of them in the dining streets.
Linda was having a blast, overjoyed by the indulgence, seeming quite content to stay.
Jiu was immersed in the colorful world outside, mechanically following the two of them and serving as a backpack and a moving shelf.
Luke, meanwhile, was calm, taking in the local culture and customs as he walked.
This world's Earth was too different from his previous one, and China was no exception. He could vaguely find traces in the culture, but the places, names, and provinces were completely different.
"It's just not the same as before, after all."
Luke shook his head, took a sip of almond peel tea, and the sour-sweet flavor hitting his tongue made him comment,
"This stuff hasn't changed much, though."
Linda was enjoying a Northwest specialty dessert: Milk Egg Laocao (fermented rice pudding). Made with milk, eggs, and laocao, and mixed with various fruits and nuts, it was fragrant, sticky, sweet, and sour. Luke couldn't get used to it, but Linda loved it.
She had already drunk three cups and wasn't finished. Luckily, she was a Kryptonian; any ordinary girl would have already become obese.
"Luke, are we staying here too long?"
"Do you want to go back?"
The girl shook her head repeatedly. "I don't want to go back! I just feel like something's not right. We don't need to stay this long, do we?"
Counting the time, it had already been three days. Calls from Shanghai had been persistent, but Luke hadn't responded.
Jiu diligently placed a chilled almond peel tea on the table.
"Sister, try this. It's really good."
"Go play over there. Don't interrupt us."
"Oh!"
Jiu obediently nodded, picked up the almond peel tea, and ran to an arcade machine, drinking it while watching others play video games.
Luke glanced at him and said,
"Actually, I'm thinking about whether I should solve some trouble for the old man."
"What do you mean?"
Luke said seriously, "Although I look down on his character, we lived under the same roof for over ten years. He saved Grandpa's life, he helped me deal with trouble, and he's your teacher. So, he's half-family, at least."
"It wouldn't be right if I didn't help him."
Linda rolled her eyes. Having lived with Luke for a long time, she could roughly guess his thought process.
"What wicked idea are you cooking up now?"
"We'll see. If those people manage to restrain themselves, everything will be fine. If they can't resist, then they can't blame me. After all, they were the ones who moved first."
The Conspiracy of Immortality
In a villa in the suburbs of the provincial capital of Qing Province.
Pei Qingsong, the Ninth Generation Disciple of the Five Sacred Peaks Sect, hurriedly pushed open the villa door. A cloud of smoke hit his face. Several young men, robust and fierce-looking, were sitting or lying on the sofa. Three were playing a card game; two were watching adult videos.
The bald man named Qi was among them.
Pei Qingsong frowned slightly, disliking the atmosphere in the living room, but ultimately said nothing. He went up the stairs to the study on the second floor.
He pushed open the door, clasped his hands, and offered a serious salute.
"Senior Brother!"
Bai Yan, who was over forty, waved his hand. "No need to be so polite between brothers." He beckoned his junior brother closer.
"Come, see how my calligraphy is."
The character Strength was written on the paper, the brushstrokes vigorous, showing some grand style.
Pei Qingsong examined it and simply said,
"Not bad."
Bai Yan was instantly disappointed. He crumpled the paper and tossed it into the trash can. "You're good in every way, except you're too serious, though that's also your strength. How is the investigation coming along?"
"Shanghai gave a definite reply. The woman is Linda Danvers, CEO of Tesla. The man is the recently prominent billionaire, Luke Shaw, said to have ties to the Hongmen."
"What about the boy?"
"We still don't know."
Bai Yan slammed his fist onto the table. "Good one! A mighty dragon crosses the river! How dare he kill my people on my territory?"
Pei Qingsong said solemnly,
"The deaths of the two men have not been fully investigated. Blaming Luke Shaw is inappropriate."
Bai Yan snorted. "Does this need investigating? Given Old Lian and Xiao Dong's skills, who else but him could have eliminated them silently? Number Eight, remember your place. Don't betray your own."
Pei Qingsong was expressionless.
"I am only speaking the truth."
"You..."
Bai Yan felt inwardly annoyed, then sighed. "Forget it. Why bother arguing with a simpleton like you."
Pei Qingsong, however, had more to say.
"Until the case is clear, I advise you not to act rashly. Luke Shaw's identity is unusual, and the higher-ups are paying close attention. If you act forcefully, the consequences are unpredictable."
"I am not stupid, Junior Brother, I know the stakes. However, this time, action is unavoidable."
Pei Qingsong frowned. "Second Senior Brother, you..."
"Don't try to persuade me further. It is Master's order."
Pei Qingsong was puzzled.
"Why would Master give such an order?"
Bai Yan smiled faintly, poured a cup of cold tea, and only spoke unhurriedly after drinking it.
"Number Eight, have you heard of the Tiger Fiend Scripture?"
Pei Qingsong looked confused; the name was completely unfamiliar.
"That's right, you were just a boy twenty years ago. How would you know these things? When the Tiger Fiend Scripture appeared back then, it stirred up the entire martial arts world. All factions fought desperately for it. Master was also a participant. Unfortunately, Lingxu Zi, the former Sect Leader of the Spirit Void Sect, got his hands on it. However, the old man's fate wasn't good either. He was plotted against and forced to flee overseas. The Spirit Void Sect subsequently plummeted and vanished from the ancient martial arts world within a few years."
"I've been guarding the Northwest all these years. Ostensibly, I've been taking in disciples and expanding the sect's business, but in reality, I've been monitoring the remnants of the Spirit Void Sect, hoping to find news of the old man through them."
Pei Qingsong frowned.
"Is the Tiger Fiend Scripture really that important?"
Bai Yan glanced at him, shook his head, and said,
"A technique that can cultivate an Immortal? You tell me if it's important."
"An Immortal?"
Pei Qingsong was stunned. "How is that possible?"
While ancient Chinese texts did contain records of Immortals, those were legends, thousands of years old. Who would take them seriously?
"Ah, you are still young. In a few more years, once you've seen more, you'll naturally see the other side of the world. Immortals are not legends; they are a genuine existence. They exist right here in our country, but..." He paused, sighing.
"How difficult it is to achieve Immortality! Aside from talent, will, resources, the technique alone is incredibly rare. The only known technique for achieving Immortality is the Heavenly Master's Strategy, which is the treasure of the Daoist gates and impossible for outsiders to see. Apart from that, the Tiger Fiend Scripture is the only other possibility."
"Master has been searching for it for decades. Now that he finally has an opportunity, how can he possibly let go?"
"Number Eight, we have no choice this time."
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