Chapter 95: The Wang Family of the Dou Worship Sect! Bus 310

At dawn, Zhang Fan left home early.

Today, he had arranged with Li Yi to return to Dongda before work to retrieve his alumni ID and personal records.

“I’ve been screwed over so bad, you’re buying me a day off tomorrow.”

Last night, the first thing Zhang Fan said when he answered Li Yi’s call was this complaint.

“What happened?”

“Do you remember Qin Yilong? The senior who graduated three years ahead of us?”

“Of course. Didn’t you two get along well?” Zhang Fan replied.

“Yesterday, his wife came to see me…”

On the other end of the line, Li Yi’s voice grew hesitant.

It turned out Qin Yilong had been married for nearly two years but couldn’t conceive; after a hospital checkup, the problem was with him—he needed IVF to have a child.

But the upfront cost was fifty thousand, which they couldn’t afford, yet they still wanted a child.

“So Brother Long asked his wife to come to me…” Li Yi paused, and Zhang Fan was stunned.

“What the fuck, how did you get dragged into this? Are you even human?”

“I was hesitant at first—I told her outright it was wrong, that I couldn’t betray Brother Long…” Li Yi spoke with anguish: “At the very least, wait until Brother Long was away, or go to a hotel…”

“I hadn’t even finished speaking when his wife slapped me across the face.”

“Why?” Zhang Fan asked, confused.

“She said we wouldn’t lend them the money.”

“….”

“I did this out of kindness—how unfair is that?”

“You got what you deserved,” Zhang Fan laughed like a pig, but agreed to Li Yi’s request.

“That killed me.”

After a night’s sleep, Zhang Fan still couldn’t help smiling when he thought of it.

Just outside Hongfu Huayuan, a large SUV was parked at the gate, standing out sharply against the rundown old neighborhood.

“Big Brother Fan.”

Xiong Ba rolled down his window and waved.

“Huh!?”

Zhang Fan paused—he hadn’t expected Xiong Ba to be waiting at his door so early.

“Why are you here?” Zhang Fan walked over, unable to suppress his question.

“Get in, we’ll get stuck if we wait,” Xiong Ba hesitated, then said.

Zhang Fan hesitated slightly, opened the door, and sat down—only to spot another familiar face in the back.

“Xiong Qianqiu.”

“Morning,” Xiong Qianqiu said without turning, staring out the window, her tone indifferent.

Logically, Zhang Fan had shattered her cultivation—between them, enmity should have been settled. Yet now, Xiong Qianqiu’s attitude was strangely ambiguous.

“Why is she here? Isn’t she your archenemy?” Zhang Fan whispered.

“I can hear you.”

Xiong Qianqiu’s voice came from behind.

“Xiong Qianxing is dead.”

Xiong Ba started the car and spoke suddenly.

“Dead? How could he be dead?” Zhang Fan blinked—he’d left Xiong Family Village just days ago, and Xiong Qianxing had been perfectly fine.

In fact, that day, Xiong Qianxing hadn’t even been worth fighting—he’d been whole and unharmed. How could he be dead overnight?

At that moment, through the rearview mirror, Zhang Fan noticed Xiong Qianqiu watching him with suspicious eyes.

“Wait… you don’t think I killed him, do you!?” Zhang Fan’s brow twitched, his voice low: “Killing is… wrong.”

“Someone did suspect that…” Xiong Ba shook his head: “But the elders in the family stand by you.”

“With Xiong Sanqi backing you, who dares not?” Xiong Qianqiu said coolly.

“What exactly happened?” Zhang Fan frowned, pressing.

“He was found this morning, along with Gu Mingchen—their qi was already faint when they returned…”

Xiong Ba said grimly: “The elders checked—they both lost their Nascent Souls.”

“Lost their Nascent Souls!?” Zhang Fan’s gaze sharpened; a name surfaced in his mind.

“Wuwei Gate!?”

“Perhaps… the family has already reported this to the Jiangnan Dao Alliance,” Xiong Ba said tightly.

Though he never got along with Xiong Qianxing, his death didn’t move him much—but he was still Xiong family. Losing one’s Nascent Soul was no trivial matter.

“Any matter involving Wuwei Gate must be reported to the Baihe Pavilion in Yujing,” Xiong Qianqiu suddenly said.

“Before dawn today, experts from the Dao Alliance already came to inspect.”

“Almost certainly Wuwei heretics—they’re growing bolder by the day,” Xiong Qianqiu said grimly.

Sixty years ago, during the Jiazi Purification, the top martial master [San Shi Dao Ren] clashed with Chu Chaoran atop Mount Dongyue, perished in the calamity, his Dao dissolving into nothingness.

Since then, Wuwei Gate vanished without a trace.

Who could have imagined that after six decades, [Wuwei Gate] was showing signs of revival—these heretics acted with eerie, tyrannical cruelty, utterly lawless.

“When things go awry, something unnatural is afoot,” Zhang Fan said calmly.

Wuwei Gate’s resurgence wasn’t recent—but their sudden boldness, their abandonment of secrecy, could mean only one thing…

“They’ve gained sufficient backing and confidence.”

“Why did you come to me?” Zhang Fan suppressed his thoughts and asked.

“There’s a gathering today—originally meant for Xiong Qianshan, but now he’s busy with his brother’s funeral, so I have to go,” Xiong Ba grumbled, clearly reluctant.

Someone had just lost a brother—they wouldn’t care about other matters.

“Gathering? What gathering? What’s it got to do with me?”

“The Wang family’s Dou Worship gathering.”

At that moment, Xiong Qianqiu spoke.

In Yujing, the Wang family was a clan rivaling the Xiong family, descended from the [Dou Worship Sect].

Dou Worship originated from the Longhu Zhang family—it was originally a ritual to ward off misfortune and pray for longevity, called [Chaozhen Lidou]. Later, a branch of Daoists devoted themselves to the Big Dipper as their supreme deity, greatly expanding their Dao arts, calling themselves the [Dou Worship Sect].

In Daoist doctrine, human life, death, soul, and body all originate from and return to the [Dou Fu]. Thus, in the first month of pregnancy, it is called [Bao], the second [Tai], the third [Hun], the fourth [Po]—all shaped by the Big Dipper’s power to mold soul and body. After death, one returns to the Big Dipper, so transcendence is called [Star Sinks into the Big Dipper].

The Dipper is the source of one’s primordial destiny.

Hence, the Big Dipper holds supreme importance in Daoist belief.

The Wang family, descended from the [Dou Worship Sect], wielded vast and unfathomable Dao arts; their power rivaled the Xiong family’s, placing them among the top clans in Yujing.

“Among great clans, gatherings of the younger generation are common—a chance to exchange and test skills,” Xiong Qianqiu said coolly.

Originally, this was Xiong Qianshan’s duty—even if he’d lost his brother, Xiong Qianqiu should have attended, since her strength could command the gathering.

But now, with her cultivation shattered and Xiong Ba gaining clan recognition, they sent him to gain experience.

“Big Brother Fan, so I’m asking you to come with me—to hold the line,” Xiong Ba revealed his purpose. “He’s never even been a direct disciple—Wang family members probably don’t know him.”

That’s why she came along—but with her cultivation gone, if trouble arose, she could only watch helplessly.

“I understand,” Zhang Fan nodded. “No problem.”

When Xiong Sanqi left, he’d told Zhang Fan: if Xiong Ba rose to power and took over the Xiong family, that force could be relied upon.

“But first, you need to come with me to Dongda.”

Zhang Fan checked the time—Li Yi should already be waiting on campus.

“Alright.”

Xiong Ba grinned, turned the steering wheel, and changed course.

“You went to Dongda?” Xiong Qianqiu asked casually.

“I graduated,” Zhang Fan replied.

“Didn’t expect someone like you came out of the student body,” Xiong Qianqiu crossed her arms, lifting her unmistakable chest.

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“You went to Dongda too?” Zhang Fan was surprised—Xiong Qianqiu was an alumna.

“Three years ahead of you.”

“Girls three years older, hug…” Xiong Ba blurted out.

Before he finished, Xiong Qianqiu cracked him on the head from behind—if she still had her cultivation, that blow would have shattered his crown.

“Beep beep beep…”

As they entered the university district, a frantic honk came from behind.

Through the rearview mirror, Zhang Fan saw a bus speeding toward them, flashing its turn signal and cutting sharply into the lane.

“The 310 driver should be driving a tank,” Zhang Fan muttered.

Back when he was in college, the 310 bus was infamous across the entire university district—the driver’s favorite line was always “Move in, move in, there’s still space inside…”

So much so that when Li Yi was dating a girl and they were in the throes of passion, she said that line—he instantly wilted.

Of course, beyond that, the 310 bus was also one of the most legendary stories in the university district.

When Zhang Fan first enrolled, many seniors and juniors had told him about it.

Supposedly, the last 310 bus ran at 10:30 PM, passing thirteen universities—and even the final run was always packed.

That year, a sophomore from the East University Journalism Department, Xiao Mei, returned to campus alone and boarded the last bus.

Xiao Mei stood in the corner, swaying with the bumpy road; before entering the university district, this muddy side road was the hardest to navigate.

Just as Bus 310 reached the Medical University stop, a girl sitting in the corner suddenly stood up and offered her seat to Xiao Mei.

The girl wore a white chiffon dress, had an ordinary face, but very pale skin.

Maybe she was about to get off, Xiao Mei thought, thanked her, and sat down—but the bus drove for a long time, and the white-clad girl never got off; soon, they were approaching the final stop—the very school Xiao Mei attended.

Xiao Mei found it strange, but didn’t pay it much mind; the night breeze blew through the window, lulling her to sleep, and gradually, Xiao Mei fell asleep.

She didn’t know how long had passed when she woke up, but the bus was still moving; she glanced out the window—Medical University stop?

That was the stop they’d just passed—why were they passing it again? Xiao Mei wondered, looked around at the packed bus, asked aloud—but no one responded, not even the driver.

Bus 310 continued driving; as it neared the final stop, Xiao Mei sat there, dazed, until she snapped back to awareness and looked out the window—the bus had passed Medical University stop again.

Xiao Mei felt trapped in a strange loop, forever bound to that seat—until one day, the doors opened and a man and woman boarded; the man was her boyfriend, the woman was unmistakably the white-clad girl who had given up her seat; Xiao Mei screamed wildly, but no one paid attention; her boyfriend held the white-clad girl close, yet called out Xiao Mei’s name; when they reached the final stop, they stepped off together, faces glowing with happy smiles.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, but Xiao Mei sat on the bus, watching students come and go, until one day she looked at a girl beside her, smiled, and said: “Classmate, sit here.”

“The legend of Bus 310… someone actually interviewed Xiao Mei?” Xiong Ba chuckled.

“Ordinary people can’t see her—but we can,” Xiong Qianqiu said from the back seat, his tone heavy with meaning.

Moments later, the bus stopped at the East University gate; Li Yishan stood beside the gate, backpack on his back, as if waiting a long time; faintly visible on his face were five cucumber marks—clearly from his sister-in-law’s affection.

“You might as well have eaten lunch first,” Li Yishan said, displeased, upon seeing Zhang Fan.

“It’s rush hour, big brother…” Zhang Fan replied apologetically.

“Huh? You actually rode the Big Hook?” Li Yishan’s gaze fell on the bus nearby.

At that moment, Xiong Ba and Xiong Qianqiu also walked over.

“This is my friend,” Zhang Fan introduced simply; they exchanged greetings, then Li Yishan pulled out his file from his bag.

“Yours. I picked it up for you.”

“I should’ve just stayed home,” Zhang Fan patted Li Yishan’s shoulder. “Can’t have lunch with you today—I’ve got things to do.”

“Why not go explain to your sister-in-law later?” Zhang Fan burst out laughing.

“Come here.”

Li Yishan shot him a sidelong glance, then pulled Zhang Fan aside.

“Who are they? Can you trust them?”

“What kind of thing is that to say?” Zhang Fan replied with a strange expression.

“I’m just worried you’ll make bad friends,” Li Yishan said calmly.

“About as reliable as you,” Zhang Fan replied evenly.

“You’d dare befriend someone like that?”

“…”

“Bro, we should go.”

At that moment, Xiong Ba’s voice cut through their hushed conversation.

“Enough, don’t worry so much.”

Zhang Fan patted Li Yishan’s shoulder: “I’ll find you later.”

Saying that, he grabbed the file and turned to leave.

“Wait for my call,” Li Yishan called out.

“Your friend’s weird—he actually asked if we’re trustworthy.”

Xiong Qianqiu turned toward the bus, her peripheral vision sweeping over Li Yishan.

“You heard that!?” Zhang Fan felt embarrassed.

Xiong Qianqiu gave a cold smile but said nothing; her cultivation had been shattered, but her Nascent Soul remained intact, not yet extinguished—her hearing and sight were still sharper than an ordinary person’s.

Hum…

Xiong Ba started the car, carving an arc at the East University gate, then slowly drove away.

“Wait for my call—don’t make your dad wait too long.”

Li Yishan watched the receding bus, waving and shouting.

“Wait for the call at home, grandson.”

Zhang Fan reached his hand out the window in timely reply, proving the old saying: the end of a brotherhood might be fatherhood—or even grandfatherhood.

Li Yishan watched the bus vanish into dust, slowly lowered his hand, his face expressionless.

“Yinshan Sect!?”

(End of Chapter)