Chapter 89

11:37 PM.

Old city district, 101 Xiangliu Street.

Old Nine Shabu-Shabu Shop.

"There's still a shabu-shabu shop here?"

Zhang Fan followed the two uncles to the door and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

This place was only two streets away from Hongfu Huayuan. Having lived here for so many years, he had never paid attention to it. The storefront seemed to be an old brand, just a bit remote.

There were almost no people left on this old street; they were all old people, and the young people had long since moved away.

Now that it was the scorching summer, business was even more desolate. Walking in, one could see that the oil stains on the few dilapidated tables had already scabbed over, and the wooden benches seemed to have been eliminated from a school in the past, with some even missing legs.

The hanging light bulb was supported by a long wire, swaying in the air, appearing somewhat dazzling.

That such an environment hadn't gone out of business was simply a commercial miracle.

"This... Uncle, why don't we change to another one." Zhang Fan couldn't help but say.

"Just this one... your dad often came to this one before." Xiong Sanqi said lightly.

"My dad? Why didn't he bring me here?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but say.

"Why didn't he bring you here? But ever since you ate..."

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Before Xiong Sanqi finished speaking, Liu Fusheng coughed twice.

"Eat what?" Zhang Fan asked.

"Eat... after you got a stomachache, your mom wouldn't let you come again." Xiong Sanqi said with a smile.

"Was my mom very strict?" Zhang Fan asked, his impression of his mother becoming increasingly blurred.

"Strict... of course strict... everyone is afraid of her, who told her to eat..."

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Liu Fusheng coughed twice again. Facing Zhang Fan's gaze, he couldn't help but laugh dryly: "I'm getting old, I've been blowing the air conditioner too much lately, my throat is a bit uncomfortable."

"Uncle Sanqi, what did you just say about my mom?" Zhang Fan turned his head to look at Xiong Sanqi.

"I said she... her eating manner was a bit fierce. When she was eating, we didn't dare to speak." Xiong Sanqi laughed dryly twice.

"Come, come, come, let's sit there."

As he spoke, Xiong Sanqi pointed to a table in the corner and led Zhang Fan over.

Liu Fusheng was behind and pulled Xiong Sanqi hard.

"Is your mouth leaking?"

"I still want to say you, can you stop coughing at every turn? Why are you being so smart? You're already at this age..."

Xiong Sanqi glared fiercely, then walked over.

"Old Nine, order food."

Xiong Sanqi patted the table. Not long after, a hunched, bald old man walked out from the back kitchen...

Although it was the height of summer, he was wearing long black sleeves, looking somewhat stuffy.

"Cub of the Xiong family, you're back." The bald old man walked to the table and glanced at Xiong Sanqi.

"Xiong family?"

Zhang Fan's heart moved slightly. This Uncle Sanqi's surname is Xiong!?

"Old Nine, it's been a few years, you're not dead yet." Xiong Sanqi grinned and said.

"Liu Fusheng, why did you bring this stinky mouth again." Old Nine looked at Liu Fusheng beside him.

"Please bear with it." Liu Fusheng laughed dryly.

"This is..."

Just at this moment, Old Nine's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Zhang Fan beside him.

In this old shop, young faces like this were rare.

"He is Zhang Fan."

Xiong Sanqi and Liu Fusheng looked at each other, lowered their heads, and said lightly.

"That little cub from Zhang Lingzong's family!?"

A strange brilliance suddenly flashed in Old Nine's turbid eyes, as if it were brighter than the old light bulb above his head.

"Hello, Grandpa Nine." Zhang Fan stood up and called out respectfully.

He could see that this old man was not only the owner here but also quite familiar with his two uncles, so logically speaking, he counted as his elder.

"Good people don't live long, disasters live for a thousand years." Old Nine stared at Zhang Fan, then grinned and said.

"Wait, I'll prepare the food for you."

"We haven't ordered yet." Xiong Sanqi looked at Old Nine's turning back and called out.

"No need to order, just those few items."

"Uncle, was he talking about me just now?" Zhang Fan said with a strange expression.

"Don't pay attention to him, he's old and has senile dementia."

As he spoke, Xiong Sanqi took out bottle after bottle of Malanshan Erguotou from his bag, opened the lids, and a strong smell of alcohol permeated the air.

"Come, keep Uncle company for a couple of drinks."

As he spoke, Xiong Sanqi pushed a bottle directly in front of Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan curled his lips, unable to refuse.

A moment later, plates of freshly cut meat were served on the table. He didn't know what kind of meat it was, three parts fat and seven parts lean, sizzling with oil on the iron plate, paired with onions and chives, and an alluring meaty aroma could sweep across half the street.

"Uncle, what kind of meat is this? It's so fragrant."

Zhang Fan picked up a piece of meat, wrapped it in lettuce, dipped it in soybean paste, and ate it in one bite. The grease dripped onto the table, and the meaty aroma in his mouth could almost melt his tongue.

He had never eaten such fragrant grilled meat before.

"Hehe, isn't this that..."

"Pork belly... pork belly..." Liu Fusheng interjected.

"Pork belly? What kind of pork belly do they have that's so fragrant?"

"Local pig, raised on the mountain, drinking mountain spring water, eating five grains, how could it not be fragrant." Liu Fusheng said casually.

"Come, Little Fan, you eat more."

As he spoke, Liu Fusheng picked up a piece of meat and placed it on the plate in front of Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan couldn't stop eating. From the corner of his eye, he saw Old Nine standing in front of the counter, his narrowed gaze seemingly never having moved from him for a moment.

The night grew deeper, and it was already raining heavily outside, with thunder rumbling, never-ending.

On a midsummer night, hiding in such a small restaurant, listening to the sound of thunder and rain, eating meat, and drinking wine, had a unique interest.

"Uncle Sanqi, did I see you when I was a child?" Zhang Fan asked, emboldened by the alcohol.

"Seen, seen often, you had a bit of meat on your face back then..." Xiong Sanqi opened the chatterbox.

"You were more likable back then than you are now, especially killing..."

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Liu Fusheng's throat was indeed uncomfortable, and he coughed twice again, just in time to interrupt Xiong Sanqi's words.

"Killing!?" Zhang Fan was stunned.

"Killing... you heard too many stories, so you always pestered Uncle to accompany you." Xiong Sanqi picked up the wine and drank it gulp by gulp.

"See, I said tell fewer bloody stories, it's unhealthy and not conducive to the physical and mental growth of minors." Liu Fusheng grinned and said.

At the same time, he glared fiercely at Xiong Sanqi, who was still enjoying himself.

"By the way, big nephew, do you still remember that... that who was it..."

"Li Changgeng!?"

"Li Changgeng?" Zhang Fan chewed on the name, searched his memory, and then shook his head. In his memory, there was no impression of this name.

"Who is he?"

"Oh, forget it if you don't remember." Xiong Sanqi waved his hand: "It's not very important."

"Come, come, come, drink, keep Uncle company for a couple more drinks."

As he spoke, Xiong Sanqi took out two more bottles of wine from his bag.

Half an hour later, Zhang Fan finally couldn't hold on, covered in the smell of alcohol, and fell onto the table, his head resting on his arms, sleeping soundly.

"Big nephew's alcohol tolerance isn't good." Xiong Sanqi grinned, his breath as pungent as evaporating alcohol.

"Why did you come back this time?"

At this time, it seemed that only Xiong Sanqi and Liu Fusheng were left in the small shabu-shabu shop. "The boss said... he went to Zhenwu Mountain, and he was a different person when he came back."

Xiong Sanqi put down the wine bottle in his hand, but there was no sign of drunkenness on his face.

"Is this fate?"

"You haven't answered my question yet." Liu Fusheng said in a deep voice.

"You should know... the calamity of the three disasters is not so easy to overcome." Xiong Sanqi said coldly.

The Divine Demon Sacred Fetus must have the calamity of the three disasters.

The Great Night-Bright is just one of them, named the Eternal Night Calamity.

"Hidden dragon, do not use... our big nephew is not a thing in a pond; he has long been fully prepared." Xiong Sanqian looked at Zhang Fan, who was drunk and unconscious, and murmured softly.

"He wants to escape the calamity."

"Not bad... from the moment he stepped down from Zhenwu Mountain, he had already begun to escape the calamity." Xiong Sanqi said in a deep voice.

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"Soul-Splitting Great Art, one becomes three, the benevolent god returns to the body, the fierce god hides in the Yin, as for the evil god..."

Xiong Sanqian paused, revealing a solemn expression.

Soul-Splitting Great Art is eerie and unpredictable; a slight mistake means eternal damnation.

This was a risky move made back then in order to break free from the 【Great Night-Bright】.

Splitting the soul-aspect into three, the benevolent god is the leader, still remaining in the body, the fierce god was left in the Yinshan Xiong family, as for the most critical evil god.

"It's possible it's in the Bai He Temple." Xiong Sanqi said in a deep voice.

"Why is it there?" Liu Fusheng frowned.

The Bai He Temple is not the largest Daoist temple in the world, and it hasn't even occupied famous mountains and rivers, but it is in Shangjing, in the capital...

That represents the highest authority.

"That Li Changgeng of the Bai He Temple... is amazing. At a young age, he has the posture of a startled dragon, far more terrifying than back then." Xiong Sanqi said in a deep voice.

"Each generation has its own talents, each leading the way for hundreds of years."

"You've seen that kid? A chance encounter back then, you should have slaughtered him." Liu Fusheng said coldly.

He knew how terrifying this successor cultivated by the Bai He Temple was. The reason was none other than that he practiced one of the nine legends, 【Heaven and Earth Fortune Seizing】.

"That kid can no longer be kneaded at will."

Xiong Sanqian flicked his finger softly, and his focused gaze couldn't help but fall on Zhang Fan.

"If he can't escape the calamity, I hope he never meets him in this life."

As the voice fell, Zhang Fan, who was lying on the table with his forehead resting on his arms and his face down, slowly closed his eyes, which had been open, and no one could see his expression.

Late night, Shangjing City.

Bai He Temple.

In an alchemy room, the flickering firelight vaguely illuminated the silhouette of a person in the corner. At this time, a pair of bright eyes were staring at the television screen, which was playing a video that was somewhat blurry and mixed with white snow.

In the dark night with the bright moon hanging high, in a vast forest, bursts of roaring sounds came out.

"Retreat quickly... retreat quickly... don't treat him as an ordinary little ghost..."

Accompanied by a roar, more than a dozen figures rushed out of the dense forest and appeared in the frame.

Under the floating moonlight, a young boy slowly walked out, looking about eleven or twelve years old, wearing sportswear, stepping on white canvas shoes, with a somewhat chubby face.

His expression was cold, his eyes condensed into a line, sweeping across the crowd.

"Don't use your soul-aspect to fight him head-on... you can't beat him... this little ghost also practices..."

"Divine Demon Sacred Fetus!!!"

Hum...

As soon as the voice fell, the boy stepped out and disappeared from where he was standing. Immediately after, he appeared behind the person who had given the warning like a ghost.

Boom—

The powerful pressure of the soul-aspect made that person instantly lose the ability to act, his eyes bleeding, he held his head, revealing a painful expression, and immediately after, his head exploded.

Bang...

Just at this moment, the ground floated like a wave, and a pair of large hands suddenly reached out, grabbing the boy's legs.

"Earth Burial!" The boy pinched a seal with one hand and whispered softly.

In an instant, the land under his feet boiled like a giant wave, sand and gravel ground and crushed, and in an instant, the person underground was pressed into a ball of meat paste.

"Wind Grasping Method!"

Just at this moment, two Daoist priests attacked at the same time, whipping up fierce gale winds like knives, covering the boy.

"Fire Burial!"

As soon as the voice fell, a True Flame suddenly rose, actually reversing the gale, flowing against the current, and in an instant, it ignited the bodies of the two Daoist priests.

The painful roaring sound resounded through the moonlit night, as if it came from purgatory.

"Five Elements Great Burial Art!?"

A middle-aged Daoist priest revealed a look of horror, and almost at the same moment, the boy disappeared from his sight.

"Terrible!"

The middle-aged Daoist priest's heart skipped a beat, and a small hand had already landed on the top of his head.

The immortal strokes my head, the inch-force opens the heavenly spirit.

Hum...

Blood splashed, staining the long sky, and the middle-aged Daoist priest fell straight into the pool of blood.

Almost at the same moment, sword light splashed, and a young Daoist priest holding a Dharma sword appeared behind the boy.

Whoosh...

A sword broke through the air, like a white silk ribbon attacking. Just at this moment, the boy suddenly opened his mouth, his silver teeth like pliers, actually biting the long sword alive.

"Crossing the Dead!"

He formed a seal with both hands, and there seemed to be the sound of chanting around him. The young Daoist priest's body trembled violently, and immediately his three souls disappeared, his seven spirits all died, his body turned into mud, collapsed on the ground, and lost all vitality.

"Can the Taiyi Crossing the Dead Art be used like this?" Everyone was horrified, and fear had already arisen in their eyes.

"Little ghost, don't be crazy."

Just at this moment, a Daoist priest with graying temples roared violently. His palms trembled, and lightning jumped between the lines, extremely violent.

East three, south two, north one, west four, this is the ancestor of the great numbers, and the center is five, so it is called 【Five Thunder Correct Method】.

Boom—

The surging lightning was like artillery fire, bombarding the boy at an uncatchable speed. Immediately after, an explosion sounded, and smoke and dust rose into the sky where the latter was, and a huge deep pit appeared.

"It's done."

Everyone was surprised and inexplicable.

Hum...

Suddenly, a terrifying aura rose, actually dispersing the surrounding smoke and dust. Immediately after, the boy slowly walked out, with lightning surging around his body, like spirit snakes moving, endless.

"Shenxiao... Thunder Method!!"

The Daoist priest with graying temples who had just seen this scene felt his face tremble, and finally, a look of despair and fear appeared in his eyes.

He couldn't understand why such a little ghost was so terrifying, possessing the strengths of many families, with fierce means, and no taboos.

So many of them couldn't take him down.

"Don't be afraid, everyone, the experts from the Bai He Temple will be here soon." Someone trembled, retreating while cheering up.

Screech... screech...

Just at this moment, a burst of crane calls like weeping resounded faintly, echoing in the moonlit night.

"The experts from the Bai He Temple are here." Everyone was surprised and looked in the direction of the sound one after another.

"Unexpectedly, besides me, there is a freak like you hidden among peers..."

"Can be an enemy!!!"

A slow voice came from the depths of the dense forest. Immediately after, a young boy dressed in white slowly walked out, looking only eleven or twelve years old, bright as the moon, spotless, and those bright eyes looked ahead.

"Who are you?" The boy looked at the person who arrived and whispered.

"My name is Li Changgeng."

The boy in white whispered, and lightning surged between his interlaced fingers, dark purple and mysterious.

(End of chapter)