Chapter 1877: Good Courage

"Very well. Your courage and reaction are not bad. Starting today, besides Martial Dao, I will additionally teach you some Dao Techniques. Although your Primordial Qi is too weak and you can only learn some minor Magic, it is still much better than the amateur tricks of the head disciple of a certain sect."

Chen Yu's words were naturally mocking Qingfeng, but this guy was currently hanging his head, not saying a word.

He had no confidence left; after all, what Chen Yu said was a fact, and his amateur tricks were indeed not much to speak of.

"Thank you, Master." Tang Yi was overjoyed: "What should we do next?"

"Where does Fatty Cheng's family live?" Chen Yu looked at Qingfeng.

"They live more than ten kilometers away from here. Why?" Qingfeng asked.

"This guy is a magnet for trouble," Chen Yu laughed: "It's not just Yu Lan he provoked. He provoked her back in his hometown in the Northeast, and after he came here, he provoked some local Dark Creatures."

"Dark Creatures?" Tang Yi's expression changed slightly: "The ones from the Dark Abyss?"

"Yes, how did you know?" Chen Yu glanced at Tang Yi.

"The Pope's people preach everywhere every day, and they educate everyone on how terrifying Dark Creatures are," Tang Yi said: "So I am not too unfamiliar with these things, but I have never seen one."

"Those old fogies of the Pope are certainly well-intentioned," Chen Yu sneered. Those guys were basically all people who wouldn't get up early without profit; while they were preaching these things, they were surely doing it to promote their own doctrines.

"Then shall we go over now?" Qingfeng was no longer being stubborn. He knew his strength was far inferior to Chen Yu's, and if he tried to compare anything else with Chen Yu, he would only be asking for humiliation.

Moreover, if it were as Chen Yu said, and Fatty Cheng had become entangled with a Dark Creature, then his current situation was extremely dangerous. If something happened to Fatty Cheng, it would be the Heavenly Dao Sect's reputation that would be smashed.

After all, when he took this job, he had boasted about it extensively, implying that even such wealthy people were seeking out their Heavenly Dao Sect, which would make ordinary people trust them even more.

"Going now might not be in time, but we still have to go and see," Chen Yu glanced at Qingfeng: "When taking on this kind of matter, if you don't have the ability, don't try to be a hero. Because you are very likely to harm someone's entire family due to your lack of ability."

"Will the Dark Creature on him harm him?" Qingfeng gritted his teeth and asked.

"It won't just harm him; it is very likely to implicate his family," Chen Yu said: "If Fatty Cheng's whole family meets with disaster, it will all be because of you."

Qingfeng shut his mouth and dared not speak. If that were really the case, their Heavenly Dao Sect would also severely punish him, as the Heavenly Dao Sect claimed to be the orthodox Daoist lineage from overseas.

When the group arrived at another of Fatty Cheng's residences, Chen Yu's brows furrowed slightly.

This was another of Fatty Cheng's villas. Now, black mist was permeating the surroundings of the villa, the leaves and flowers within a thousand-meter radius were all withered and yellow, and there was a dead little bird on the ground. It seemed that this Dark Creature had already manifested, and its identity was not simple.

"Master, here... how did it become like this?" Tang Yi was practically stunned. Although he could not see the black mist permeating the air, he could still feel a cold, bone-chilling aura in the air that made him almost unable to breathe.

"Dark Creatures cannot survive directly in this world. They come to this world through Space Rifts, find a host, then slowly erode the host's consciousness, and finally control the host," Chen Yu said: "But looking at the situation at the residence before us, the Dark Creature should have already erupted."

"Then what should we do? I have never come into contact with Dark Creatures, I have no idea what their habits are, and I don't know how to deal with them." Qingfeng began to panic.

"If you're afraid, then go back," Chen Yu glanced at him: "But from now on, your Heavenly Dao Sect should stop meddling in the affairs of Chinatown."

"Of course I'm not afraid," Qingfeng puffed out his chest: "I just haven't seen these things before."

"You are just afraid, don't be stubborn," Tang Yi looked at him with disdain.

"I will go in with you," Qingfeng said, feeling a mix of shame and anger: "We won't meddle in Chinatown's affairs in the future, but I still have to go in. As a disciple of the Heavenly Dao Sect, we can die on the path of exorcism, but we cannot shrink back."

"Not bad, you have courage. Then let's go in," Chen Yu smiled slightly. This guy was indeed quite bold. He took the lead, pushed open the villa door, and walked in.

Fatty Cheng's villa was massive, a French-style manor covering an area of perhaps ten thousand square meters. Walking inside was like walking into a small park.

Only the exaggerated styling and lines, as well as those giant money trees, all highlighted his status as a nouveau riche.

Huaxia people have a near-paranoid obsession with housing; no matter where they go, the first thing they must do is get their residence in order.

Fatty Cheng had several villas here; this one was the house where he lived with his family, appearing exceptionally large and exceptionally exaggerated.

"They usually have bodyguards and servants here, but now I can't see a single shadow," Qingfeng looked around, his expression somewhat puzzled.

He had been here before. One had to take a sightseeing cart for a stretch of the road to reach a massive, near-palatial villa. Along the way, there would be a large group of people including bodyguards, housekeepers, and gardeners, making it extremely lively.

But now he could see nothing before his eyes, as if those people had never existed at all.

"Let's walk in that direction; there is still the aura of living people there." Chen Yu's Divine Sense enveloped the area, then he opened his eyes and walked inside.

There was not a single shadow along the way; the vast manor appeared deathly silent.

Suddenly, there was a person ahead, wearing a suit, standing before a tree without moving at all.

"This is their bodyguard, I'll go over and ask," Qingfeng hurried forward and walked behind the bodyguard: "What's going on? Where is President Cheng now?"

He asked several times in a row, but the other party never turned his head, yet his body was trembling incessantly.

"What exactly is going on?" Qingfeng reached out to pat the other person's shoulder, but just as he extended his hand, the person turned around.

A gray, decayed face appeared before Qingfeng's eyes. This face was extremely terrifying, with strips of blue things moving under the man's skin like earthworms.

"Heh..." the man let out a hoarse, low sound, and then he suddenly reached out his hand, intending to grab Qingfeng's shoulder.