Chapter 132: with translation of chapter title

Li Nanqing had thought Tushan Jiu's abilities were great, and she might get news soon.

But she never imagined it could happen this fast!

This afternoon she originally had a class, but Tushan Jiu said she would have time then, so she took leave and swapped classes with another teacher.

After learning the truth, she thought about coming back and still went to class.

She kept herself busy to avoid idle wandering thoughts.

So she went back to class.

Now she had just finished tidying up her things, preparing to get off work, when she received Tushan Jiu's call.

She gave her a Public Security Bureau address, telling her to go pick someone up.

They had only been apart for a few hours?

This little Jiu is too amazing, right?

She hurriedly asked if she was injured, after a round of questioning, Tushan Jiu soothed her, saying nothing had happened, then she finally relaxed completely and hurried to the Municipal Bureau address Tushan Jiu gave to pick up Jing Hangcheng.

When she saw Jing Hangcheng's tormented, emaciated appearance, she couldn't help but silently curse his father as a beast.

This is his own biological son, how could he bear to do that!

Since he is the victim, he just needs to cooperate with the police and the office whenever needed.

So Li Nanqing took him back to her apartment.

Meanwhile, after Tushan Jiu finished with Li Nanqing's matter, she followed Zhang Xuefeng and the others straight to a villa area in the development zone.

That place is a residence of Jing Zhenzhou, with everything supplied there, because it's relatively close to the incense factory.

Zhang Xuefeng and the others catch people, she catches ghosts.

Since she's already involved, she can't just leave the other two unattended.

But who would have thought, she actually encountered Xiang Yichu holding a compass nearby.

This guy's face is still very pale, obviously he hasn't fully recovered yet.

Tushan Jiu was speechless for a moment.

He isn't tied for first with her, he can also take the exam a year early, and the point is, according to her knowledge, he originally was a perfect score.

Is it necessary to be so competitive?

It made her anxious!

She took a deep breath and then exhaled.

She improvised a poem: "Others desperately compete to rise to heaven; I want to leisurely enjoy life like years. Wasting health is not worth it; carefree ease brings sweetness."

At that moment, Xie Shiyu's voice on the phone chuckled lightly: "Jiujiu, is this seeking peace outside of competition?"

That's right, she was on the phone with Xie Shiyu.

Now it's late, she temporarily can't finish things, so she called Xie Shiyu, telling him not to wait for her to eat, she'll return to the ancestral home later.

Tushan Jiu heard Xie Shiyu's "seeking peace outside of competition" and couldn't help but laugh: "Yeah, it's just personal opinion; I don't like being too competitive, as long as I stay safe and pass steadily, that's fine; as for ability, in our line of work it's obvious at a glance, so there's no need to be so exhausted."

Industries differ, and their work modes differ.

In today's society, some industries truly cannot avoid being competitive, otherwise they'll be eliminated.

But their metaphysical field is inherently not an ordinary profession; its speciality is still quite evident.

Xie Shiyu expressed agreement on this point.

He suddenly recalled something and then said:

"Qi Chen called today, saying the support operation over there went smoothly; the other side really discovered their escape route and sent people to frantically intercept; without their support, Kang Yan and the other informant couldn't have crossed the border intact; he said he doesn't have your contact info, so he asked me to ask what your compensation is, he'll make preparations, and after he's busy for a few days and returns, he'll come with Kang Yan to personally thank you."

Tushan Jiu was almost forgetting this matter.

Indeed, her memory is not suited for keeping accounts.

"Xie Shiyu, after my birthday next year, let's hurry up and get our certificate."

On the other end of the phone, Xie Shiyu first froze, completely not expecting that his mention of Qi Chen's matter would also bring such a pleasant surprise.

The deadline for her curse is twenty-two.

He thought her personality would never rush to get the certificate.

But just as he was about to ask why she suddenly had this idea, Tushan Jiu spoke up: "Never mind, I'm going to catch ghosts, bye."

Xie Shiyu could only refrain from asking further, and reminded her to be sure to stay safe.

Tushan Jiu said: "Okay, I know."

Then she hung up the phone and got out of the car.

Upon hearing the siren, Xiang Yichu had already stopped his steps.

Looking back, he happened to see Tushan Jiu getting out of the car, and instantly understood.

Those two little ghosts inside, she had a hand in them.

He pressed his bloodless lips together and silently put away the compass.

For some reason, at the moment he saw Tushan Jiu, his heart felt relaxed.

He knew he was tired.

But he had already grown accustomed to it.

At three he could summon souls; at five he could freely animate corpses to walk; at seven he could skillfully perform corpse-driving alone, earning him the title of corpse-driving prodigy from everyone.

But all that was merely for show to outsiders, just a glossy facade.

Simply because he is the young sect master of the Xiang family.

Therefore he had to be a genius.

At three, summoning souls—that was his father throwing him into a graveyard to practice day and night.

At five, freely animating corpses to walk—that was also his father locking him in the room aside from eating and sleeping, forcing him to comprehend it.

At seven, he was corpse-driving, and it was still his father who, whip in hand, lashed him step by step from behind to drive him forward.

He lived that life for ten years, until after he turned ten he had perfectly mastered all his father's skills, letting other corpse-driving families know of his success; when the Xiang Family produced a genius who could bring honor to the gate, his father stopped treating him that way.

Of course, there were still the usual urging and strictness.

He was tired, but he didn't dare say he was tired.

His body had formed muscle memory, and his mind had been instilled with the belief that he must grow stronger, stronger than anyone, that he must be first—this became his habitual mindset.

So when he couldn't defeat that final evil ghost, he would rather forcibly draw on his cultivation, inflicting eight hundred damage on himself after killing a thousand enemies, than see his father's disappointed gaze; then, in a very solemn tone, he would say to him, "You shouldn't lose—you are the Xiang Family's genius Young Sect Master!"

Deep in his heart, that sentence was what he feared most.

But ever since that day when he suffered a backlash from the Heavenly Dao, he turned to look at Tushan Jiu's expression and found that she showed no urgency—rather, she was relaxed and carefree.

At that moment he thought, he seemed never to have felt that way before.