Volume One, Chapter 92: Puppet Talisman

At that very moment, several bright yellow talismans shot swiftly through the doorway, knocking the dark red charms that were about to strike the police officers to the ground. Xiao Xingrong jerked his head up, casting a gloomy look toward the entrance. The next instant, the surrounding space twisted violently—walls, beds, Shen Bóhuai, and all the police officers vanished without a trace. His eyes widened in shock. Not good! A master had set up an array in advance, and he hadn’t detected it at all! Fortunately, he had prepared a contingency plan. Yet, without offering her any explanation, the man dressed quickly and left the room, even waving goodbye with exaggerated seriousness, pinching her chest fiercely as he departed.

A scream came from inside. Hermione, whose body had reverted to that of a thirteen-year-old, ducked beneath the water in surprise, leaving only her head above the surface. “Just passing by, passing by in the middle of the night. And you’re carrying guns—I can tell you’re up to no good. Take them down!” As soon as the soldier finished speaking, the rest swarmed forward, confiscating all their weapons and taking control. In Daoist cultivation, the most vital principle is the harmony between man and nature, the unity of man and the universe—a concept summed up by the adage that all returns to one. The space inside was vast, filled with the latest computers and several technicians working at their stations. In the center hung a massive electronic screen.

With each detonation, the middle-aged Daoist’s face grew paler, his brow more deeply furrowed. In a nearby town, the chaotic rattle of gunfire still echoed; any British colonial troops and their local collaborators that tried to block the advance of the African People’s Army were being routed one by one. Though the opposition might have been holding back, the results on display still spoke volumes. The most eye-catching sights, aside from the parade of luxury cars, were the scantily dressed models, some of whom were so revealing that their chests seemed ready to spill out of their skimpy outfits at any moment. “Damn, these are truly earthly goddesses—not inferior at all to Tang Yumeng or Song Xiaojia,” Lin Chuan exclaimed in genuine admiration. Besides his own professional expertise, Chen Zhiping was also highly skilled in legal affairs; on this trip to the mainland, he was accompanied not only by himself but also by lawyers from two internationally renowned Hong Kong firms. “Orochimaru became a Jonin not long ago,” Tobirama added, shaking his head with a hint of regret.

Although some people remained skeptical, Chu Luoyi had no intention of explaining to everyone that Beiliu Yun had laid this plan long ago. Even though the prison before him blocked spiritual senses, Ye Han was nearly certain that Murong Bing was inside. He cautiously extended his spiritual sense into the ground and discovered that the Murong clan’s family meeting had already begun, with Murong Fu speaking to the assembly. At this thought, Ye Han gave a self-mocking smile. How fanciful he was being! How many cultivators at the peak of the Spirit Nurturing Realm spent their whole lives unable to touch the threshold of the Spirit Pill Realm? He had just reached the peak of the Spirit Nurturing Realm and was already daydreaming about the Spirit Pill Realm—was he cultivating too long and starting to develop inner demons?

Even Qiu Zedong, who had quietly retreated, noticed something was off, casting a questioning glance at Bai Haonan, who signaled with a nudge of his mouth toward the scene unfolding at the foot of the hill. The wolf’s claw fell on Jiayu’s shoulder and shoved hard, leaving several deep, bone-revealing wounds; the treasured sword was yanked from the wolf’s own chest by the giant beast. During this period, whenever she had the chance, Liu Moxi would keep in touch with her friends from the northern base, whispering secret conversations with Shan Hua. Xiao Xun’er was still worried about Ling Ying, but Xiao Yan took her hand and together they descended the mountain.

But once memories are erased, they are almost impossible to recover. What Ye Han feared most was that his father’s memories had been erased—if that were the case, even if he mastered the slave seal technique, there would be no way to recover what had been lost. When I looked, all I saw were Spirit Master skills, most of them locked and unreadable, with only two abilities illuminated.