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“Tap, tap, tap~”
The footsteps grew closer, and Xiao Yefeng drew a Seven Star Needle from his pocket, preparing by the door. He aimed to seize the moment as Yuan Xun was about to break in, but to his surprise, the footsteps passed right by his door.
Confused, Xiao Yefeng realized that Yuan Xun's footsteps had moved away and stopped at the door of a room at the end of the hallway. After a series of knocks, the door opened, and Yuan Xun was invited inside by someone within.
“Yuan Xun isn’t here to cause me trouble?” Xiao Yefeng wondered aloud as he put away the Seven Star Needle and Bagua Mirror.
“Hmm? Wind! Did you notice that ever since he entered, there has been no presence coming from that room?” Zhang Chuanhai remarked.
Hearing Zhang Chuanhai’s words, Xiao Yefeng was astonished to find it true. His room 1507 and the corner room 1511 were not far apart. His precise perception could cover the entire fifteenth floor; however, ever since Yuan Xun entered room 11, it had vanished from Xiao Yefeng's senses—room 11 had become a black hole.
“What is that old guy doing here? Should I go take a look?” Zhang Chuanhai suggested.
“No way, Brother Zhang. If you go, Yuan Xun will definitely notice you. You’re a ghost; your presence is like a live target in Yuan Xun’s eyes. Besides, you are already his target! I believe Yuan Xun will be even more sensitive to your presence. I’ll go listen instead!” Xiao Yefeng said as he began to adjust his clothing.
“You’re going?” Zhang Chuanhai asked in confusion.
“This is the fifteenth floor! You’re a living person; even if you are a Geomancer, you can’t fly! I’ll just float by the window and listen. I’ll suppress my presence; it should be fine!” Zhang Chuanhai waved his hand to stop Xiao Yefeng.
Xiao Yefeng shook his head. “Brother Zhang, you can hide your presence from him for several reasons. First, my Cheap Brother has linked your presence with mine; you’ve become a Spirit Tamer at the Yin Si level. Second, because of my aura—what I learned from the Xiao Family combines both Daoism and Confucianism. The Daoist aura conceals part of your Eerie Energy while the Confucian Righteousness further weakens it. These two factors allow you to remain undetected while attached to my Spirit Platform.”
“However, the most important factor is the Bagua Mirror. This Bagua Mirror has been passed down through my Xiao Family for thousands of years; possessing it allows one to completely conceal their presence. If you leave my side, you will definitely be discovered. So no matter what, I have to go! As for being on the fifteenth floor? Don’t worry about that; it’s not an issue!” With that, Xiao Yefeng pulled out a special pair of gloves from his backpack and put them on. After feeling the friction, he shook his head.
“It’s still not as good as my gear back in the day! But it’ll do!” With that thought, he retracted Zhang Chuanhai back into his Spirit Platform.
Opening the window, Xiao Yefeng grabbed onto the overhead beam and flipped himself up onto the eaves above the balcony. At fifteen stories high, the cold wind howled fiercely around him. Below his feet was only a narrow ledge to stand on; the biting cold made his clothes flap wildly as he crossed over balcony 1509 and arrived above room 11's balcony.
At this moment, Xiao Yefeng clung to the wall like a gecko, positioned between the fifteenth and sixteenth floors. However, after a long period of climbing, his legs began to cramp. Unintentionally, he moved slightly, but this small action caused him to kick against the stainless steel railing, producing a loud clang.
In the bustling Beijing North, this noise seemed ordinary. Yet inside the room, Yuan Xun was alert as he opened the balcony window to look up. The design of the eaves thwarted his efforts, and just as he was about to investigate further, a woman's scream from Room 11 on the sixteenth floor made Yuan Xun realize what was happening. At that moment, Xiao Yefeng let out a long sigh; he had almost been discovered. If it weren't for the commotion caused by the couple on the sixteenth floor, he would surely have been caught by Yuan Xun.
"Mr. Yuan, is anyone there?" a man's voice came from Room 11 on the fifteenth floor.
"No, it must be noise from upstairs," Yuan Xun replied while leaning against the window.
"I mean, this is the fifteenth floor; who could possibly eavesdrop here? Are they out of their mind? Besides, no one should know about our meeting!" another man said.
"Just get to the point. If it weren't for your family's decent treatment of me, I wouldn't be distracted enough to come find you at such a critical time," Yuan Xun replied impatiently.
"Alright, alright. Mr. Yuan, please don't be angry. I have no choice. My lifelong effort in building my company has been taken over overnight. My only son, whom I cherished dearly, tragically died in the wilderness. Mr. Yuan, you promised to help me find his murderer! It's been so long; why haven't you captured that Xiao Yefeng and those Mei family members yet?" The man's voice was filled with grief and anger, which left Xiao Yefeng stunned—this man was Zhu Ganglie's father, Zhu Feng.
Hmph! Your son died because of his own foolishness. Kitagawa Kai killed him, and Kitagawa Kai was killed by Li Ji. Now even his ghost has been taken away by Yin Si. Who are you looking for? And you old fool—what does your son's death have to do with me? And the Mei family? Is this old man insane?
Xiao Yefeng thought to himself. But had Zhu Feng gone mad? Indeed, he had lost his mind long before when Solar Group changed hands and his son's corpse lay before him. Yet in his madness, he sought revenge from the most inappropriate person—Yuan Xun—when Zhu Ganglie's death was largely due to him. Wasn't this akin to recognizing a thief as one's father?
"Don't be anxious; it's not easy for me either! Your son died while I was injured by my enemies and still haven't recovered. I'm also very saddened by your son's death; he was my disciple!" Yuan Xun quickly spun a tale he had prepared.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yefeng couldn't help but scoff inwardly. This old fox was indeed despicable, acting as if he were genuinely grieving. However, in that abandoned warehouse, this man had laid out all his plans regarding cultivating Zhu Ganglie's physique with Demon King's Eye as if Zhu Ganglie were his own son. Little did Xiao Yefeng know that what followed in their conversation would leave him utterly astonished.
"But—but! Mr. Yuan! I have given you my wife; she has spent her entire life practicing Onmyoji techniques from Wa Country! Isn't her spirit capable of fully healing your wounds?" Zhu Feng exclaimed excitedly.
Indeed, in order to seek revenge through Yuan Xun's assistance, Zhu Feng had offered up his wife of many years simply because Yuan Xun needed a powerful spirit for healing. In his madness, Zhu Feng relinquished his wife Chieko into Yuan Xun's hands as if handing over a knife to cut ties with her after so many years of marriage.
"Of course, your wife's ghost is a good thing. My Spirit Tamer has almost absorbed your wife's ghost, but my body hasn't healed yet!" Yuan Xun gestured to his wounds.
"What should we do? That kid named Xiao Yefeng, and that girl named Mei Mo'er, I want them both to accompany my son in death. I want Xiao Yefeng to be a slave and servant for my son in the Nine Hells. I want Mei Mo'er to become my son's bride in the afterlife, serving him for eternity!" At this moment, Zhu Feng was nearly mad, his eyes filled with a bloodthirsty madness that even Yuan Xun, who was used to seeing dying people, couldn't help but shudder.
"Don't worry, both Xiao Yefeng and Mei Mo'er are here. Although I don't know where they are staying, I know he will go to the Fierce Tiger Fighting Club to duel with someone. You know about the Fierce Tiger Club, right? After he fights that person, regardless of whether he wins or loses, he will be weakened by half. At that time, I'll make my move. Even though I'm not fully recovered yet, you know what the outcome will be against a half-damaged person!" At this point, Yuan Xun smiled; it was indeed a perfect plan. Zhu Feng also smiled more cruelly, the evil fire in his eyes burning uncontrollably.
At this moment, the two men in the room laughed maniacally. However, the cunning in Yuan Xun's eyes was something Zhu Feng, now lost in madness, could not perceive. If Zhu Feng had not been swayed by his emotions at this moment, with his years of business acumen, he would have easily seen through Yuan Xun's scheme. However, the grief of losing his son made Zhu Feng forget everything—even that he could kill his wife of many years. What could possibly scare Zhu Feng now? Even if he knew Yuan Xun had ulterior motives against him.
After about ten minutes, the two men left one after another. To ensure his safety, Xiao Yefeng chose not to leave any marks on Yuan Xun or Zhu Feng. Zhu Feng was no problem; however, as a practitioner of strange arts skilled in Talismans and ghost control, there was a significant chance that Yuan Xun would discover Xiao Yefeng's black Zhang Chuanhai mark. Since he had already learned of their plans, Xiao Yefeng decided it was best to remain unchanged and adapt.
Ten minutes after the two left, Xiao Yefeng climbed back into his room through the dripping eaves. It was already late; he needed to rest. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to face Abel's match in optimal condition. This would cause him to miss many opportunities—especially knowing there would be an attack from Yuan Xun afterward—which made it even more crucial for Xiao Yefeng to rest well and prepare for tomorrow's battle.
However, while Xiao Yefeng's problems were set aside, at the very moment Yuan Xun left, a car parked by the roadside lit up. The vehicle was equipped with various devices; four or five monitors displayed images of Yuan Xun and Zhu Feng. A man staring at the monitors saw Yuan Xun leave and immediately contacted through a communicator.
"Ant Four Report: Target has left; should we continue tracking?"
"Stop tracking! Five prepare; the target has entered your line of sight—keep a close watch!" A command came through the communicator.
Yuan Xun remained completely unaware that he was being watched. After all, Beijing North was full of all kinds of people; these trackers were among the best at their craft—never repeating personnel on surveillance—making it nearly impossible for anyone to notice them. This time, Yuan Xun couldn't escape either.
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