Chapter 61: Dragon Hua Jade

[Dragon Hua Jade (Lung): Those who cultivate the Dragon Hua lineage, favored deeply by the gods, may transform their five viscera into malevolent jade talismans even after separation from the body—unchanged for centuries.]

[Its nature, derived from the human five viscera, allows it to merge with the holder’s physique upon revival, unlike ordinary yin evils that repel and clash with human yang energy.]

The lung belongs to metal, inherently possessing sharpness; when corrupted, it manifests a heavy, dull nature—strengthening the body yet causing gum atrophy, abdominal pain, and mental instability.

When Fang Jun arrived, Chu Tianshu had just swiftly scanned his token screen.

“His corpse might be useful—keep an eye on it.”

Chu Tianshu gave a warning, and the sandy ground beneath his feet, barely a foot square, seemed to dip slightly as he shot forward.

This was him applying the profound force of Immortal Qi and Tai Chi Quan to his running.

Each step landed with a low, muffled sound, barely noticeable, as if an ordinary person walked along a beach.

Yet this kind of running generated considerable reactive force.

Though no long trail of dust rose behind him, his speed was no slower than when Zhu Heng had sprinted over earlier.

The hired men were still outside, not yet gone.

Those in better positions had seen the fight—Zhu Heng was dispatched in under a minute.

When Chu Tianshu dashed out.

Even though they knew he wouldn’t collide with them, they instinctively stepped back further.

“When did the Macau Special Capture Unit get such a ruthless type?”

“Wasn’t it said the main force of the Special Capture Unit focuses on the inland and northwest? Is this a strategic shift—sending people to the southeast too?”

After a few groups murmured briefly, seeing Zhu Heng was dead beyond doubt, they lost interest in what Chu Tianshu was doing and turned to leave.

Wang Jingli glanced toward the direction Chu Tianshu had sprinted.

“That’s where Zhu Heng hid, right? Could he have left something there?”

Wang Jingli silently weighed some thoughts, unknown to those around him.

But he looked again at the corpse hanging from the rebar, and his face twisted in anguish.

“Forget it—let’s head back quickly!”

Chu Tianshu sprinted along the route he’d observed earlier, leaping up, his foot planting directly on the second-floor edge, then springing upward again.

His hands gripped the third floor; with a midair flip, his feet landed firmly on the third story.

From outside, nothing seemed amiss.

But standing here, one glance revealed: someone was hidden behind the load-bearing wall.

Chu Tianshu did not lower his guard, advancing two steps while maintaining his Insight Technique—then suddenly sensed danger.

Lin!

His lips shifted, silently uttering the character, fingers like a sword, drawing an invisible line in the air.

The Vertical-Horizontal Secret Incantation is a profound art emphasizing “the flow of all things.”

Human eyes observing external flow can only grasp a vague impression.

The grid of four verticals and five horizontals, in a sense, serves as a reference framework.

When phenomena move across this illusory grid, their direction becomes easier to discern and guide.

His mental force gently radiated, stirring the surrounding air currents, forming a slow, rotating protective veil around him.

This colorless, intangible defense couldn’t even stop a pebble from a child’s slingshot.

But it could spin and blow away dust and impurities in the air.

The faint sense of threat was also swept away.

“Probably some kind of toxic gas?” Chu Tianshu said.

“Master Kong, I never thought you’d have this trick up your sleeve.”

He circled the load-bearing wall and saw a man crawling along the base, trying to escape.

When Kong Wenju heard someone call him by his surname, he swallowed hard and slowly turned his head.

“You—”

Kong Wenju paused, then asked cautiously, “Sir, who are you?”

Chu Tianshu chuckled: “You stole the ancient book left by my grandfather—didn’t you ever think to look at my photo at my house?”

“Ancient book? Which one? Wait—you’re—”

Kong Wenju exclaimed, “Grandson of the Witch Doctor Lao Chu?!”

He’d heard of this grandson of the Witch Doctor Lao Chu, and had even met him a few times.

He was said to have excellent talent, but plagued by chronic illness, lacking good magical artifacts, and moreover, the Witch Doctor lineage never excelled in offensive or defensive spells.

His main income came from leveraging his grandfather’s connections to provide spiritual guidance to old clients, occasionally taking on spirit-exorcism jobs.

Compared to the old days, when Lao Chu could grip eight needles between ten fingers, lick their tips, and skewer three or four spirits like sieves.

This grandson was truly just a grandson—unremarkable.

But now, seeing Chu Tianshu with wind swirling around him, clearing dust and driving off poison—

Kong Wenju wanted to find every person who’d spread those rumors and beat them to death!

“So you’re… little Chu.”

Kong Wenju struggled to sit upright, forcing a smile worse than a sob, fumbling for the bag on his chest.

“You misunderstand—I didn’t steal Lao Chu’s book. I heard you went missing, so I was just holding onto it for you.”

Chu Tianshu smiled, flicking his finger.

Ding!

A silver needle pierced Kong Wenju’s earlobe, its tip embedded in the cement wall.

Kong Wenju cried out in pain, clutching his ear.

“Don’t move.”

Chu Tianshu’s fingers now held another silver needle. “Put down the bag, unzip it, then step back.”

“Make no suspicious moves—or next, this needle might land somewhere you won’t like.”

Kong Wenju, terrified and trembling, obeyed, then painfully crawled away to the side.

When he crawled more than five meters, Chu Tianshu said: “Farther.”

Kong Wenju had no choice but to crawl further.

Only then did Chu Tianshu withdraw the needle, shifting his hand seals to split off a small current of the swirling wind, enveloping the bag.

Most portable toxins—powders or liquids—when blown by wind, disperse or evaporate, their toxicity greatly reduced, becoming more stable.

If the bag contained a gaseous poison, it would be even easier—blown away until harmless.

Seeing Chu Tianshu’s extreme caution, Kong Wenju lost his last hope, his face ashen.

“How did you find me? I know your family’s techniques—my lingering aura at your home shouldn’t be enough for silver-needle tracking.”

Chu Tianshu sneered.

“Even if I hadn’t used silver-needle tracking, I’d have heard within a day that the city bureau searched your home.”

Chu Tianshu said, “You only target people you know—did you really think the investigators are all fools?”

Kong Wenju froze, silent.

“Master Kong.”

Chu Tianshu’s expression softened slightly, his voice gentling. “My second uncle said you once had some ties with them.”

“You lived quietly for half your life—why suddenly steal? It must be because a jade talisman has possessed you.”

Kong Wenju looked up in shock: “How do you know all this?”

“If I really knew everything, you wouldn’t have the chance to confess and get a lighter sentence.”

Chu Tianshu’s gaze pierced him. “Confess. Tell me everything you know—tell me the origin of that jade.”

“Tell me every experience of being possessed by the malevolent spirit—why did you come straight to Macau?”

(End of Chapter)