“Boss Lu is back!” The head of security quickly stepped forward to greet respectfully.
Mu Beixuan’s lips curved upward slightly. As expected, this car belonged to that Boss Lu. He just didn’t know whether Boss Lu was a man or a woman, old or young. But that didn’t matter. Whoever it was, the show was about to begin.
Standing with his hands behind his back, Mu Beixuan appeared calm and aloof. Soon, the car stopped. The head of security stood respectfully at the door, but his face looked troubled.
The window rolled down, and Lu Chen, who had just returned from the hospital, looked at the head of security with a faint voice, “What is it?”
Hearing the hint of anger in Lu Chen’s tone, the head of security was so scared he didn’t even dare breathe too loudly. Carefully, he explained, “N-no, Boss Lu, there’s someone calling himself the Northern Profound Heavenly Venerable. He claims an evil spirit has entered the villa and says he needs to capture it. He told me to inform you.”
“Northern Profound Heavenly Venerable?” Lu Chen raised his brows, a strange glint flashing in his eyes. “When did he appear?”
“Just now, Boss Lu. I even fired at him, but the bullets didn’t hit. And he can control fire—he threw a fireball earlier and forced all the brothers back.” The head of security reported truthfully.
Hearing this, Lu Chen smiled faintly, his tone calm but cold, “Do you believe there are evil spirits in this world?”
The head of security thought for a moment, then shook his head, “Not really.”
“Good. Later, I’ll give you some equipment. If another idiot like this shows up, just kill him on the spot.”
Though his tone was even, the murderous intent behind Lu Chen’s words was chilling, making the head of security’s body tremble uncontrollably as though he were being stared at by a devil. After speaking, Lu Chen rolled the window back up.
The head of security froze. Equipment? What kind of equipment? Could it be heavier firepower? Thinking of this, his heart leapt with joy, excitement filling his face.
Meanwhile, Mu Beixuan, who had overheard their conversation, frowned slightly. Something felt off, though he couldn’t figure out what exactly.
As he pondered, the car door opened. Lu Chen, dressed in black casual wear, stepped out and walked directly toward him.
Mu Beixuan narrowed his eyes as he observed the tall, slender figure, a trace of surprise flickering in his gaze. Despite his simple attire, Lu Chen exuded an extraordinary aura that drew attention. Especially his long, narrow phoenix eyes, dark and mysterious like a starry sky. They revealed nothing of his emotions, making it impossible to guess his intentions. Enjoying the story? Read on at novelping.com.
This Boss Lu… seemed far from ordinary. But so what? No matter how extraordinary he might be, Mu Beixuan was the Northern Profound Heavenly Venerable. In this vast world, who could he possibly fear?
Carefully examining Lu Chen with the vision of a Tribulation Realm expert, Mu Beixuan sensed that he might possess some kind of cultivation constitution. If Lu Chen showed respect later, he didn’t mind giving a few pointers. Perhaps he might even grant him a trace of immortal fate, allowing him to step onto the path of cultivation.
The thought made Mu Beixuan smile with confidence. He could already picture Lu Chen’s excitement when he received his guidance. After all, he had once reached the peak of the Tribulation Realm, only a single step away from ascending as an immortal. To gain even a single word of guidance from him was the greatest of fortunes!
Mu Beixuan stood there smiling, waiting for Lu Chen’s reaction.
“So, you’re the Northern Profound Heavenly Venerable?” Lu Chen stopped in front of him, glancing down with a playful smile. At 1.85 meters tall, he had to look down at the 1.7-meter Mu Beixuan.
“That’s right, it is I,” Mu Beixuan said with a nod, acknowledging his identity, “a pleasure.”
Lu Chen cast a glance at his villa and said lightly, “So you’re the one claiming there’s an evil spirit in my house?”
Mu Beixuan nodded again, beginning his fabricated tale with a serious expression, “Indeed. This evil spirit was once a cultivator. After death, he turned into a vengeful ghost, hiding within people’s dreams and memories, feeding on yin energy and resentment. Left unchecked, it will grow into a terrifying spirit that could plunge the entire city into chaos.”
With a heavy sigh, he added, “If not for my timely discovery, many would have already suffered.”
Lifting his head, he smiled faintly at Lu Chen, “I suppose you don’t believe me, just like your security chief. Very well, allow me to demonstrate a little, and you’ll understand.”
Raising his hand, Mu Beixuan formed a seal and shouted loudly, “Nine Heavens Profound Sha, transform into divine thunder! Majestic heavenly might, follow my sword’s command!”
Of course, he didn’t actually need hand seals or incantations. This was just to make himself look more imposing. After reciting, he waved his sleeve gracefully, raising one hand toward the night sky. The movement was grand and elegant…
But nothing happened. No thunder roared, no lightning flashed, no storm broke out. Silence reigned, broken only by the chirping of insects. You are reading on novelping.com, the official source.
The head of security: “…….”
Mu Beixuan: “……..”
In that moment, he stiffened. This made no sense! What he had used was the “Lightning Command,” ranked third among thunder arts in the cultivation world. Once cast, it could destroy the heavens themselves. Even with just a trace of spiritual power in his body, summoning a bolt of lightning should’ve been child’s play.
But there was no lightning. Not even a cloud! Impossible!
Though shock filled his heart, Mu Beixuan kept a calm face, putting on the airs of a lofty immortal. Lightly coughing, he said, “Once my Nine Heavens Divine Thunder strikes, the evil spirit in this villa will be destroyed. I was merely showing mercy, giving it a chance to escape. Since it refuses, then I’ll strike in earnest!”
Again, he repeated the same hand seals and incantations. And again… nothing.
Lu Chen stood still, a mocking smile tugging at his lips.
At that moment, the head of security added sarcastically, “Maybe because it’s night, the sky’s too dark and Lord Thunder couldn’t find the way down?”
Mu Beixuan’s face twitched in embarrassment, but he forced himself to remain serious. He formed another seal and shouted, “Wind, fire, thunder, lightning—fire!” Nothing happened.
His mind blanked. This was absurd. He was a great Tribulation Realm cultivator—these minor spells were things he could cast with his eyes closed! He had just used Fireball earlier, so why now…?
He glanced at his hands, confusion filling him. “Wind, fire, thunder, lightning—wind! Rain! Telekinesis!”
One after another, he tried several small spells, but none of them worked. He stood there stunned, even suspecting he was dreaming.
If this scene had been an animation, a crow would have flown over his head, leaving six black dots trailing behind.
Lu Chen looked at his dazed expression, his lips curling upward in open ridicule. “So this is the so-called Northern Profound Heavenly Venerable? Impressive indeed. More entertaining than a circus monkey’s tricks.”
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