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Chapter 1008 - Chapter 1008: Chapter 1089: Denying Supernatural Powers

Chapter 1008: Chapter 1089: Denying Supernatural Powers

Elder Yu heard that his granddaughter had arrived and was stopped at the gate, so he sent someone to the gate to greet her and act as a witness.

But it was useless, Men Gang did not accept this approach, saying that Elder Feng’s approval was necessary.

In fact, Yu Zhiyuan had already discussed this matter with Feng Jun, and Feng Jun had agreed, but now, the situation was stuck at Gazi.

Elder Yu wanted to have someone find Feng Jun, but he couldn’t; his people were restricted to the front yard of the villa.

And Feng Jun was not answering his phone, no one knew what was going on.

Suddenly, a security guard saw Feng Jing using the phone as she walked out from the backyard, so he approached her and greeted, “Hello, may I use your walkie-talkie?”

The manor internally used walkie-talkies for communication, which weren’t heavily encrypted, making it easy for security personnel to eavesdrop, but they still needed to borrow a walkie-talkie to speak directly.

Teacher Mei was dealing with her mother, who was hoping she would get along better with her husband and end their cold war.

She was dutiful, and even though she was extremely impatient inside, she still responded with vague agreements, completely uninterested in other matters. Hearing such a request, she gave the person a cold look and waved her hand impatiently: Go away, stay wherever it’s cool.

Teacher Mei usually wasn’t so blunt to make others feel uncomfortable.

She was already stressed, and although the security’s words included a polite “hello,” his imperative tone annoyed her: Are you commanding me? Can’t you see I’m busy?

“Excuse me,” the security didn’t back down but spoke seriously, “I need to use your walkie-talkie.”

“Mom, I’m busy, we’ll talk later,” after hanging up the phone, Teacher Mei coldly looked at the man, “Don’t you think, your behavior and wording, are very rude?”

“I only know the word ‘security’,” the security replied indifferently, his profession was never about elegance, straightforwardness was the norm. He stepped forward, extending his hand expressionlessly, “Walkie-talkie!”

Teacher Mei quickly stepped back, wearing five-centimeter chunky leather boots but moving quite agilely. She coldly stared at him, holding a light brown Talisman in her hand, “Don’t push it, or don’t blame me for being rude.”

The security hesitated, he believed his request to use the walkie-talkie was justified, but he was not bold enough to initiate a physical confrontation–not that he was afraid he couldn’t overpower her–there shouldn’t be many oddities like a masked woman.

The main issue was, she was a person of Luohua Manor.

While he hesitated, Elder Yu spoke up slowly and unclearly due to a stroke, “Let’s see how she can be impolite.”

He meant no ill will, just purely curious about what the delicate girl could do.

Old children have great curiosity and don’t mind a bit of mischief.

Hearing this, the security didn’t hesitate and lunged at her, incredibly fast–when on a mission, he didn’t consider the opponent’s gender, only the most straightforward effective approach.

He trusted his own reaction speed, thinking she wouldn’t have time to use her trump card.

If Teacher Mei hadn’t experienced the Mobile Phone dimension, she really might have been subdued–a woman raised in peaceful times usually lacks experience with sudden incidents, it’s their luck but also a flaw.

But Mei Jin… had indeed been to the Mobile Phone dimension, and not just once.

For her safety, Feng Jun repeatedly emphasized, in the face of potential danger, don’t hesitate, strike first; Talismans could be bought again, never end up with “a dead person with Talismans left”–wouldn’t that benefit the enemy?

So, as soon as she deciphered the words “Let’s see how she can be,” she didn’t hesitate to activate the Talisman… without caring for the rest of his sentence.

At the same time, her body retreated explosively to the back side–this too was taught by Feng Jun, who didn’t just teach yoga.

A Cultivator’s martial Cultivation Level usually wasn’t great, but Feng Jing, as a travel expert, had good physical fitness promoted by Cultivation, further enhanced by Feng Jun’s pointers, she reacted at a Martial Artist level.

The security had just charged forward when he felt a numbness throughout his body, followed by a loud bang.

His body, out of control, fell to the ground, convulsing uncontrollably.

Elder Yu and the others were left with mouths agape, speechlessly witnessing the scene.

They saw the woman lift her hand, the light brown Talisman in her hand vanished, and then a dazzling white light appeared in the sky, striking the security, followed by a crackle of thunder.

After a while, Elder Yu said in astonishment, “Is that… a Five Thunder Talisman?”

“Not a Five Thunder Talisman,” Teacher Mei raised her hand and pulled out another light brown Talisman, looking faintly at Elder Yu, “Didn’t you see clearly? Want me to be impolite again?”

She is very willing to respect the elderly, especially Elder Yu, who was a prominent leader, but if he doesn’t act like a senior, she’s not going to fawn over him–Do you still want to watch this?

Another security guard flashed in front of Elder Yu, “Director Mei, please calm down!”

Just then, from the walkie-talkie on Teacher Mei, Gao Qiang’s voice came through, “What’s the need to use the Thunder Technique?”

Gao Qiang was poisoned a while ago, but the poison wasn’t significant. After taking an Antidote Pill and surviving the critical period, there were virtually no lingering effects, except he had to be a bit cautious with a shoulder wound to prevent it from tearing open.

He is responsible for the overall security of the estate, so he needs to ask–of course, if it’s just a friendly sparring among everyone, then it’s nothing serious.

Teacher Mei casually responded, “Someone thinks he needs to use my walkie-talkie.”

Gao Qiang immediately understood what was happening. These security guards frequently provoked conflicts, and he was prepared because he knew their job is all about attitude. Continuous failures in provocations aren’t embarrassing; turning a blind eye is the real dereliction of duty.

“This is it,” he grimaced with frustration, “Does Teacher Mei need me to handle it?”

“I don’t think so,” Mei Jin glanced at Elder Yu and his group, then turned and walked towards the backyard–she had come out to take a phone call.

Elder Yu has slow reactions due to post-stroke symptoms. Others dared not speak rashly, just watching her disappear into the Moon Gate.

After a long while, Elder Yu muttered, “This place… is really strange. Such a young girl…”

The health doctor had long been dissatisfied with this place. Hearing the leader speaking this way, he quickly whispered, “Chief, should we report to the organization that there’s something unusual here?”

Elder Yu glared at him seriously. Though he had had a stroke, his gaze still had immense deterrence, “What’s unusual? Do you want to create another ‘Chinese Health Intelligence Qigong’?”

Chinese Health Intelligence Qigong…this was a representative of the Qigong craze in the late 1980s and early 1990s. Similar phenomena included Fragrance Qigong, etc., at the peak of the Qigong craze, it was claimed that someone in the capital could extinguish wildfires in the Greater Khingan Range with a single Qigong session.

Later, it was followers of the Cultivation amusement who attacked government agencies, so these practices were labeled as pseudoscience.

How old is Elder Yu? Ninety-nine. Going back thirty years, he would also be about seventy; how could he not know these stories?

He was not sure if supernatural powers existed in the world. As people age, it is good to have a sense of reverence, but to publicly claim that such powers exist would be political immaturity!

If someone finds Luohua Manor eerie, let them report it if they wish; he definitely won’t report it, even if a white serpent spirit appeared, he would just regard it as a hallucination.

The health doctor, intimidated by his gaze, dared not speak anymore, thinking, how could I forget this matter?

After some thought, he bravely said, “Elder, that person… is still at the mountain gate.”

The elder had had a stroke, but his mind was clear. He glared, “Isn’t it just you… who stopped his business?”

Honestly, talk about infighting; both parties are very assertive. You dare to trouble me? Well, I’ll give you a taste of your own medicine.

That’s actually the truth. People outside the gate had also thought of this, so when someone came to Luohua Manor again, they were stopped–after inspection, they still didn’t allow the person in: tell us, what are you doing in Luohua Manor?

The person stopped was Ren Zhixiang; he had heard that some external lands of Luohua Manor were taken over, so he came to discuss with Feng Jun whether he could have a piece of land to build a ‘Stroke Rehabilitation Center’.

You must know, Ren Zhixiang is also a billionaire, and his dad is a minor official. Being stopped so rudely, of course, he was annoyed, but he did not show it, just calmly inquiring, “May I know which department you are from?”

“We are not going to tell you who we are!” It wasn’t the security acting tough; they really couldn’t reveal their identity. Could they admit “We are from the Imperial Sword-bearing Group”? “Just say what you’re here for.”

Ren Zhixiang thought it over. Master Feng didn’t want to publicize this matter; otherwise, it wouldn’t be up to me to handle it, so he replied, “I… saw the beautiful scenery and wanted to come here for a spring outing, is that illegal?”

Right after he spoke, he was pinned to the ground by two security guards, and someone loudly cautioned, “Be gentle, careful that he has poison in his stomach. One person has already died, we can’t afford a second death!”

Already… dead? Ren Zhixiang struggled frantically, his strength so great that the two men couldn’t hold him down, “I’m going to… call the police! I want to report this!”

One of the security guards raised a fist and harshly hammered Ren’s back of the head, “Quiet down!”

Just then, the sound of roaring grew louder as it approached, and everyone turned to look; it was a motorcycle speeding towards them.

As the motorcyclist saw two cars blocking the way, he slowed down, with a sharp screech, skidded sideways to a halt.

The rider propped the motorcycle with one foot, removed his helmet, revealing a strikingly cold face, “What are you doing? Hey…is that Ren Zhixiang?”

(Vote count has dropped a bit, Feng Xiao intends to break into the top fifty, does anyone still have monthly tickets?)