Chapter 97: The Alien Demon’s Brief Visit (Extra Chapter for Leader Zhibai, 9/13)

“You may go out, but don’t wander around. It’s best to stay at the Sunshine Hotel, about 800 meters away.”

The landlady quickly retrieved two meal boxes and, handing them to Wei Cheng, whispered a stern warning.

Wei Cheng, still tipsy, thanked her and casually glanced at the breathtaking scenery and perilous peaks nearby. No, this wasn’t lust—it was immersive role-playing, perfectly natural.

He was a gentleman, a good-hearted man!

None of this concerned him.

It was all the fault of the scriptwriter and director.

After leaving the small restaurant, Wei Cheng checked on the unloading situation at his big truck. The forklift operator in charge was dawdling arrogantly, as if someone owed him eighty thousand dollars plus five loaves of bread and six sausages.

After lighting a cigarette and exchanging a few bawdy jokes, Wei Cheng staggered toward the Sunshine Hotel, picking up three beautifully printed, captivating cards along the way.

Whistling as he walked, he savored life’s greatest pleasures at the very next moment.

In truth, he was trying to pinpoint the exact location of that eerie, deathly aura.

Now it was confirmed.

Checking in was smooth and effortless.

But a minute later, he pried open the hotel’s security window, switched to the Lingyan Heart Method, avoided all blind spots, and vanished like a gentle breeze into a thicket.

To avoid alarming the snake.

Well, this snake was an ally—Wei Cheng ran straight toward the city for three kilometers before turning, then hailed a cab straight to the highway entrance.

Getting off underground, he headed to the highway’s suburban side, an outskirts-of-the-outskirts area.

Years ago, it had been a cluster of single-story houses; now it was a forest of small buildings, fully equipped—almost like a small county town.

Only one issue: the planning was a little—let’s say, adaptive for the terrain, or, bluntly, chaotic.

This place was four kilometers in a straight line from Dong’an Community, separated by a highway. Even the most meticulous government departments would never expect this.

Yet beneath Dong’an Community, the dark runes of shadow were being guided by an unknown force, converging here.

The cunning and intelligence of this fiend were truly infuriating.

Just a single circuit through this town, and Wei Cheng locked onto the target location.

It was easy; the fiend surely hadn’t anticipated a human could so quickly crystallize a spiritual seed. Its supposedly foolproof plan had a fatal flaw.

Still, Wei Cheng didn’t act rashly. Instead, he used his Lingyan internal force combined with the second level of Cloud Ladder Technique, scaling walls and leaping through the town.

Not only fast, but graceful and light, providing a degree of concealment.

Otherwise, even if he avoided the ubiquitous cameras, he couldn’t escape the ever-present little poodles and their kin.

Annoying little creatures.

Wei Cheng even considered the terrifying possibility that this fiend might stoop so low as to corrupt several dogs as its minions.

After more than ten minutes, Wei Cheng cautiously approached within a hundred meters of the target without triggering a single bark or disturbing a single cat. His dual cultivation of Lingyan Heart Method proved invaluable.

Thanks to that young lady.

“This is a bit tricky,” he muttered, hiding inside the solar water heater on a three-story building’s roof, feeling a headache coming on.

Here, aside from sensing a faint, eerie deathly aura, he detected no other anomalies.

The target was a spacious courtyard with lawns, a pond, artificial hills and pavilions, and a grand three-story building.

It was around ten in the morning, bright and sunny, with two children chasing butterflies on the grass and their mother chatting happily nearby.

Not far off, a middle-aged man was washing his beloved car—a true enthusiast these days, or perhaps just the driver.

In the pavilion, two elderly men were playing chess.

Inside the house, fragrant food aromas hinted at a happy family.

But the place receiving the eerie aura was in a room upstairs.

If Wei Cheng charged in, an immovable golden bell would drop, with at least an 80% success rate.

Yet he dared not, not out of fear of harming innocents.

Rather, the fiend’s tactics were too sly, always keeping a backup plan and an unparalleled talent for deception.

Just like last time, when he truly believed he had killed the fiend—only to be fooled like a fool’s fool.

Learning from that mistake, Wei Cheng knew he had to be cautious.

Instinctively, he wanted to release his spiritual power again—scanning three hundred meters around for any flaw—but ultimately refrained.

He had been reckless in Dong’an Community because everyone there was on his side; even if discovered, he would just be recruited by the national team. Besides, no one’s spiritual level was higher than his.

But the fiend was here now; what if its spiritual level was higher?

His mind raced; finally, he clenched his teeth and appeared openly. “The six-cycles Lingyan is here. Fiend, come and face me.”

Yes, I’m just an ostentatious Lingyan who wandered in by mistake!

With a subtle movement, Lingyan internal force gently circulated as Wei Cheng descended from the rooftop in an exquisitely light, elegant, and dashing glide, soaring over a hundred meters before landing on the lawn.

A true revival of Chu Liuxiang.

He even flashed a slight smile and blew a flying kiss to the amazed children’s mother—character details well maintained.

Next, he landed on his toes and leapt again using the Cloud Ladder Technique but crashed headlong into a room.

Apologies, a bit too flashy.

Wei Cheng scrambled up, poked his head out the window, and waved at the two beautiful ladies.

In truth, he had confirmed that the fiend’s receptor for the eerie aura was two rooms away.

With a swift somersault, he used Cloud Ladder Technique again, ascending over ten meters to land firmly on the rooftop, then began a rapid run-up.

From start to finish, he never intended to linger here.

“Stop! Don’t run, you idiot, damn you and your ancestors!”

The middle-aged man washing his car shouted angrily.

In that moment, Wei Cheng was grateful.

He was certain the fiend didn’t want trouble, busy absorbing the dark runes at a critical moment. Maybe it thought this flashy Lingyan was just a passerby, though it could kill this little bug with a thought.

“Damn it! I’ve got plenty of money! I’ll pay you, idiot!” Wei Cheng flipped him off, then suddenly produced ten dozen American dollars—lifted earlier, but that was trivial. What mattered was the spectacle.

Wei Cheng waited a second.

Because the Mountain-Mover technique was short-legged and tough-skinned, while Lingyan was long-legged and delicate.

A hundred meters was enough to create many surprises.

By this moment, he had appeared as the six-cycles Lingyan, reached the rooftop, tossed down a hundred thousand dollars, and the fiend still hadn’t moved—he was halfway to victory.

The next second, Wei Cheng switched to Mountain-Mover technique.

Damn, switching back nearly brought tears to his eyes—so scary, he could hardly bear it.

Living without security was unbearable.

But now!

To hell with you!

The Mountain-Mover visualization instantly merged with the Golden Bell visualization. In a flash, the ultimate immovable golden bell slammed down!

Instant cast!

Sealed!

This was my domain; I make the rules!

The entire three-story building was locked inside.

At the same instant, a terrifying black mist erupted within the building, which rotted away like an ancient coffin lid within a second.

But it was useless!

Although Wei Cheng wasn’t a nine-cycles Mountain Mover, his Mountain-Mover visualization was 85% perfected, his Golden Bell was fully realized, and with his internal force more than doubled in quality, all these factors combined made this ultimate immovable golden bell no joke.

“Crack!”

Suddenly, cracks exploded violently, and a huge, pale face, like an oversized pancake, pressed against the bell, staring at Wei Cheng as if he were a stalk of green onion...

A little awkward!

Wei Cheng sneered coldly, producing a small wine cup in his hand. Furious Mountain-Mover internal force surged in, though only two cycles. His other hand pressed on the immovable golden bell—just one second!

The ultimate form of the immovable golden bell shattered like a giant bubble under the fiend’s furious assault and Wei Cheng’s swift internal force retrieval.

But at this moment, the small wine cup transformed into a golden bell and crashed down with a buzz.

Even if the fiend wanted to escape, it was dragged back by this strange force.

“Boom!”

The ground trembled; buildings within a kilometer swayed drunkenly.

The earth cracked, walls collapsed, fires flared, and screams rose.

It was just like an earthquake.

No choice—this was a magical artifact, and it was that powerful.

In just three seconds, as Wei Cheng’s Mountain-Mover internal force was exhausted, the majestic immovable golden bell instantly reverted to the small wine cup, inside which was a crimson pearl.

The fiend below had vanished without a trace, leaving only a deep pit over ten meters wide. The grand building was gone.

“A fiend’s visit—recommend excavation!”

Wei Cheng left a flourish of ink.

He couldn’t linger—leaving the rest to the authorities, he switched back to Lingyan Heart Method, vaulted away, drifting into the distance.

“Damn you, Lingyan, I know you! You think flying makes you great? In P City’s underworld, who doesn’t know—”

The middle-aged man was still yelling, furious and out of breath, but before he could finish, Wei Cheng was already a kilometer away.

In the chaotic town, he was like a breeze—unseen, unknown, except by the two women at that house.

A minute later, he was on a cargo truck heading out of the highway toll station, far from the scene.

Within three minutes, he was in a room at the Sunshine Hotel, singing happily in the shower—pure bliss.

Lingyan truly lets one do as they please.

“Bang!”

The door was violently kicked open, and the nine-cycles Mountain-Mover chef and the slightly plump but formidable landlady stormed in, looking like they were catching a cheating lover!

“I confess! I’m lenient! I didn’t get to it yet; I was just on the phone—”

Wei Cheng’s face turned pale, trembling from head to toe.

So wronged!

“Damn it!”

The chef spat disdainfully and left.

The landlady glared fiercely, then departed.

Such minor characters weren’t worth mentioning.

Amid the sound of rushing water, Wei Cheng clearly heard the landlady answer a phone call.

“What? Suspected seven-cycles Lingyan? Okay, got it!”

Wow, a seven-cycles Lingyan?

What does that have to do with my eight-cycles Mountain-Mover?

Wei Cheng pouted, feigning innocence.

Early the next morning, Wei Cheng was told he could leave. Captain Zhang Ji never appeared again, nor did the landlady.

But Xu Shan, Liu Sui, Cheng An, Yu Liang, and Mei Renli returned smoothly from S City, reportedly having killed over a thousand fiend minions, though no fiend was captured.

Quite a pity!

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(End of chapter)