bookbashuk Chapter 125 Sects Show Their Unique Abilities in "Support"
Chapter 125 Sects Show Their Unique Abilities in "Support"
"To be honest, I'm ashamed to say that Fellow Daoist Chen came to Guangzhou with Fellow Daoist Wei to travel and relax, but as soon as he got off the plane, I dragged him into this troublesome matter."
Shen Zui picked up his teacup and offered a toast to Chen Anran in place of wine, his tone carrying a hint of sincere apology.
Chen Anran calmly replied, "Since it is evil spirits causing trouble and harming the mortal world, we cultivators naturally cannot stand idly by. Moreover, Fellow Daoist Qi has already entrusted us with this task."
Although Wei Qingyi was still unclear about what was going on, upon hearing that it was related to evil spirits, she nodded and said, "The Yunyin Sect is willing to do its best to help within its capabilities."
A hint of gratitude flashed in Shen Zui's eyes. He seemed to remember something, gritted his teeth, and said fiercely, "You two fellow Daoists are truly righteous, unlike some people who only care about themselves..." As he spoke, he looked at Xiao Qi, who was refilling their teacups.
"Xiao Qi, go and hurry up with the preparation of the dishes."
Xiao Qi understood immediately, put down the teapot, and left the room.
Seeing Xiao Qi leave the room and thoughtfully close the door behind him, Shen Zui let out a long, almost exaggerated sigh, as if he had finally unloaded a heavy burden. His originally straight back hunched slightly, and the forced spirit on his face instantly collapsed, leaving only deep exhaustion and... resentment.
"Fellow Daoists, you have no idea..." he began, his voice hoarse and trembling, as if he had suffered a great injustice. "Since I joined Maoshan and became a disciple of my master, I have strictly adhered to the sect rules, diligently cultivated, and dared not slacken in the slightest. After entering this miscellaneous affairs department, I have been even more conscientious, hoping only to contribute to maintaining stability and peace for the people. But... but our Maoshan... alas!"
He gulped down a mouthful of tea, as if trying to suppress his turbulent emotions with its bitterness. Then, while Chen Anran and Wei Qingyi were both bewildered, he took out his phone, dialed a number, and put it on speakerphone on the table. The name displayed was "Uncle-Master".
A moment later, the call connected, and I could hear singing and laughter coming from the other end.
"Uncle-Master! Uncle-Master! Can you hear me?" Shen Zui raised his voice, almost shouting into the phone, trying to drown out the deafening "I Will Love You Till I Die" and the crisp clinking of glasses on the other end.
The music on the other end of the phone went down a little, and a slightly drunk, slow, middle-aged man's voice came through: "...Hey? Little Shen? What's up? Didn't I tell you not to bother me unless it's urgent? I'm busy leading my disciples on worldly trials!"
In the background, a sweet, coquettish female voice calls out, "Taoist Master~ another cup, please? And some goldfish too~"
Shen Zui's forehead veins throbbed. He suppressed his anger and gritted his teeth, saying, "Uncle-Master! A series of murders have occurred in Guang City. The victims' internal organs are withered, and there are obvious traces of evil energy. This is definitely not an ordinary case! We are severely short-handed and need reinforcements! When will the two junior brothers you promised to send arrive?"
"Oh~ that matter..." The uncle's voice trailed off, and the background music changed to a cheerful "Little Apple". "Little Shen, don't be anxious~ A cultivator can remain calm even if Mount Tai collapses in front of him, and not blink even if a deer runs to his left, do you understand? Your two junior brothers have other tasks temporarily. Your sect leader called them to Chongqing to support Longhu Mountain."
Upon hearing the words "support Longhu Mountain," Chen Anran's heart sank. Longhu Mountain? Could it be that something serious had happened there, so severe that they needed to ask other sects for help?
Shen Zui was speechless at this reason. After a moment, his voice rose a few decibels, "Support Longhu Mountain? Uncle-Master! What could Longhu Mountain possibly need our Maoshan's help for?! Lives are at stake here!"
The uncle on the other end of the phone seemed to be unable to hear clearly because of the music, or perhaps he simply didn't want to hear it. He mumbled, "Oh dear, how would I know so much about the arrangements from above... Xiao Shen, you need to learn to stand on your own! That's all for now, my signal is bad here... Feed? Feed? I can't hear you..." Then, a busy tone came from the phone, indicating that the call had been disconnected.
Shen Zui gripped his phone, veins bulging on the back of his hand, his face ashen, his chest heaving violently—clearly, he was furious. He took several deep breaths to barely suppress the urge to smash the phone, then gritted his teeth and pulled out another number from his contacts, saved as "Master."
This time, the call connected quickly. However, the expected dignified and composed voice of the master did not appear. Instead, there was a clattering sound of cards being shuffled, followed by a slightly hurried, aged yet resonant voice, "Oh, wait, wait, wait, I need to take this call. It's my disciple calling... Hmm? Little Zui? What's up? Speak quickly, I'm at a crucial moment here!"
The crisp sound of mahjong tiles clattering can be clearly heard in the background, along with a loud yet equally aged male voice, "Hurry up, are you going to pong? Do you want the three of bamboo?"
"..." Chen Anran fell silent upon hearing the voice and was no longer worried, because the voice was too familiar; who else could it be but Zhang Nanshan?
"Yes, yes, yes! Bang! Oh dear, Xiao Zui, hurry up and tell me!"
Shen Zui's face was so black it could drip ink. He closed his eyes and squeezed out a voice through gritted teeth: "Master... the case in Guang City, caused by evil cultivators, has already claimed five lives! I need manpower support! Didn't you say you would coordinate..."
"Oh, about the Guangzhou matter, I know, I know." The Maoshan sect leader's voice was absent-minded, accompanied by a crisp "snap." "Haha, a draw! ... Little Zui, it's not that your master doesn't want to help you, you know that everyone is short-handed right now, especially in Chongqing. A few days ago, Old Zhang personally performed divination and found signs of an earth dragon rolling, so he transferred a lot of people to provide support. Little Zui, hang in there a little longer, think of a way yourself, why don't you ask your uncle or grand-uncle, or perhaps find some local friends? Your master believes in your abilities! Alright, alright, that's all for now, it's my turn to draw a tile... Hey! Self-draw! A pure suit, a straight flush! Pay up!"
Just as he was about to hang up, Chen Anran quickly moved closer and shouted into the phone, "Senior, wait!"
"Who are you……?"
Before the Maoshan sect leader could even find out who Chen Anran was, Zhang Nanshan recognized Chen Anran's voice.
"Young friend Chen? How did you get involved with the people from Maoshan? Let me tell you, stay away from them. They're all old foxes, you'll be led astray."
Shen Zui: "..."
Wei Qingyi: "..."
Chen Anran was stunned for a few seconds before he came to his senses. He asked, "Senior Zhang, I just wanted to ask you, why can't I get through to you on the phone all of a sudden?"