Chapter 69: Chapter 69: Roles Reversed Upon Reunion

Beside the tree-lined path, the Red-clothed Guest and Zhou Hu squatted by the roadside, observing the traces left after Zhao Hao was struck by Monk Puji.

The trees on both sides of the road seemed to have been swept by a hurricane, leaves fluttered down to cover the ground, and the surface of the road was slightly sunken, like sand struck by a wave.

The Red-clothed Guest examined the traces thoroughly, finally concluding, “This is caused by the shock of Gang Wind, where the air compresses extremely and explodes, or moves at high speed, unleashing formidable destructive power, not intentionally by the person who struck, but a mere aftermath.”

The Invincible Iron Fist Gang’s sphere of influence was very wide, and once this disturbance was reported, they arrived quickly.

Zhou Hu scratched his head, knowing about Innate Gang Qi but somewhat baffled by Gang Wind—how could any wind instantly strip away a layer of cement without causing widespread destruction?

“I heard a Sword Immortal came by sword but was struck by a suddenly appearing huge palm, causing the traces here,” Zhou Hu spoke.

“These matters are beyond our concern, we needn’t meddle, let’s see if there are any relics left behind, Gao Lin and the others found a piece of Celestial Treasure fragment, quite valuable, there should be more.”

The Red-clothed Guest held a metal fragment the size of a palm, covered with Dao Rhythms and patterns, clearly a Celestial Treasure fragment; even fragments of such exotic metals are incredibly sturdy, capable of forging weapons for Earth Immortals.

A mere piece could yield great wealth.

Before the police arrived, they mobilized numerous gang members to search for Celestial Treasure fragments, rewarding handsomely those who found them.

After ten minutes, there were five fragments in his hand, combining to form a size akin to a human head, the result of their most intensive search.

Yet they didn’t give up, expanding the search area to keep looking.

Exiting the cinema, Wang Xuan appeared expressionless, untouched by the movie’s influence—having experienced real slaughter, a mere film couldn’t affect him.

Su Xiaowei couldn’t forget the film’s plot, either criticizing the protagonist for not being decisive enough, or blaming the adversarial identities of the characters, leading to tragedy.

“Ah, it’s already past seven, Qiubai must be anxiously waiting for me to dine! Uncle Wang, would you come to my home for dinner today?” Su Xiaowei invited.

Wang Xuan didn’t refuse, nodded and said, “Sure.”

“Uncle Wang, thank you for accompanying me to the movie today, Qiubai has already watched it, and nobody accompanied me; luckily, you were here,” Su Xiaowei said cheerfully.

“No problem, the movie was good; it wasn’t a wasted trip,” Wang Xuan replied.

The two headed back, but Su Xiaowei suggested taking another route, which would add five minutes if returning to the neighborhood.

Su Xiaowei’s cheeks were as red as an infant’s, her smile bright, “I hid something there. A bad guy killed my Yellow Turban Warriors earlier, and the bald guy drove him away, leaving something on the ground—it’s big, so I hid it.”

Turning left and right, they arrived at a street, Su Xiaowei lifted a manhole cover and took out a metal fragment wedged in a corner.

“So heavy.” Su Xiaowei exerted both hands to lift the basin-sized metal piece, its rhythmic patterns mesmerizing, dotted with lights like stars in the sky.

Wang Xuan lifted it with one hand, exclaiming, “This is a Celestial Treasure fragment, worth many Star Yuan, lucky you found it, or it would have benefited others!”

At this moment, the accelerator continually reminded, “Source Power detected, absorb?”

“Absorb!” Wang Xuan responded internally.

Instantly, a substantial amount of Source Power surged from his arm into his body, flooded his brain, and on the personal panel of the accelerator, the Source Power value kept climbing.

A hundred points,

Five hundred points,

A thousand points,

…

The Source Power value skyrocketed, increasing by over two thousand points suddenly, while the total Source Power value on the personal panel had reached four thousand three hundred points.

This feeling of encountering Jinshan, then hiding it away in a secret vault, was extraordinarily delightful, making one feel ethereal like ascending the clouds.

His heart raced, his face blushed slightly, Wang Xuan’s spirit found immense joy.

“Worth many Star Yuan? Really?” Su Xiaowei’s eyes glinted, although she didn’t lack pocket money usually, it was given by her aunt.

Finding something that could fetch a high price meant she could have lots and lots of little money, and her little stash could be enriched.

“Could it be worth ten thousand Star Yuan? Hmm, eight thousand would be fine, then sell it, half for Uncle Wang, half for Xiaowei, and I could buy lots of clothes I like.” Su Xiaowei was equally thrilled.

In her eyes, ten thousand or eight thousand Star Yuan seemed like a substantial wealth, quite a lot of money.

Wang Xuan couldn’t help but laugh, patting her head, “More than that, much much more, enough to instantly turn Xiaowei into a little rich girl.”

Not just ten thousand or eighty thousand, even hundreds of millions or billions might be possible, letting Chen Qingniu or Li Daoming handle it would be wise—they have the strength and channels, not lacking this bit of money either.

However, handing such wealth directly to a little girl made Wang Xuan hesitant if it was harming her, thinking about it made him laugh—having the Buddhist Sect expert’s watchful gaze should prevent major issues.

One shouldn’t underestimate Su Xiaowei either, inherently smart, perhaps having her own method of handling it.

“From today, you are the wealthiest in your family, richer than your aunt,” Wang Xuan laughed.

Su Xiaowei’s eyes widened, completely unable to believe she could truly be this wealthy, cheering at the thought.

“I’ll handle its sale, then the money will be deposited into your account, allowing you to buy several properties to let them appreciate, otherwise holding onto it leads to easy squandering.”

Gaining the Source Power value was the biggest gain, and the Celestial Treasure fragment belonged to Su Xiaowei, her rightful possession, and the old monk surely knew about it.

He wouldn’t touch a single penny of it.

Carrying the Celestial Treasure fragment wrapped in a school uniform, the two walked back—not long before people of the Invincible Iron Fist Gang noticed them, wanting a look.

“What’s in your hands? Let us see.” Three to five men with nunchaku focused threateningly on the two.

The five surrounded Wang Xuan and Su Xiaowei, aggressively closing in—such a posture usually frightened ordinary folk into obedient compliance.

But who they faced was Wang Xuan.

Wang Xuan raised his eyelids, giving them a side glance, saying coolly, “If you don’t want to end up in the hospital, then scram; don’t come out showing your pathetic skills and make a fool of yourselves.”

“What!”

“How dare you mock us so brazenly!”

The five shouted out, but took no action—actually contacting the higher-ups for reinforcements, uncertain of Wang Xuan’s true strength.

“Truly a hindrance.”

Wang Xuan swiftly kicked out several times, these individuals only felt a daze as they were kicked away, landing heavily five to six meters away, groaning in pain—these injuries would need three to five days to recover.

Effortlessly dispatched, Wang Xuan paid no more attention to them, walked steadily back—those people were merely small fry.

Being a cultivator at the Peak of Organ Refining, his combat power surpassed ordinary Blood Exchange Realm practitioners, standing as an unmistakable expert in the eyes of regular folks, one they dared not provoke.

Su Xiaowei gazed at him with admiration—his light-handed moves earlier were truly chic, Uncle Wang was indeed powerful, more remarkable than she imagined.

Tap tap tap.

A set of footsteps, two individuals appeared before Wang Xuan, a handsome man donned in red clothes, a long knife hanging at his waist, accompanied by Zhou Hu.

Upon meeting, both sides instinctively paused.

“It’s you? Red-clothed Guest, long time no see, last parting left me wondering when I’d encounter you again,” Wang Xuan smiled—the last battle he lost, suffering quite a setback.

Back then, he needed a sniper rifle for deterrence, making the Red-clothed Guest wary and retreat; now, it was no longer necessary.

The Red-clothed Guest frowned, sensing Wang Xuan’s mighty blood essence like a fierce beast’s—his physique must be strong, revealing his rapid cultivation rise.

“It’s unexpected for me too, however, we agreed to not interfere with each other, I had hoped never to see you again.” He remained cautious of Wang Xuan, such a person was not easy to deal with.

Yet at this moment, Wang Xuan was keen on taking action.

He sensed Celestial Treasure fragments on the Red-clothed Guest, this alone was enough reason not to miss the opportunity.

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