On the other end of the phone, a man held it down. His expression was cold, but the hand gripping the phone was trembling faintly.
Sixty years had passed. He knew that the original owner of Ghost Lantern Temple was tremendously powerful and certainly would not die so easily. But after sixty years, perhaps the original owner of Ghost Lantern Temple no longer cared about this place?
So he had begun making arrangements, trying to quietly break through the seal beside Ghost Lantern Temple and take the things inside.
But he had never expected someone to come after all.
"Damn it!" the man snarled through clenched teeth.
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After leaving the hotel, Song Shuhang and Soft Feather wandered around Luoxin District.
They did not run into any old folks clustered together chatting, but they encountered something even more interesting—five drunken perverts.
He had not encountered the "beauty bringing disaster" scenario on the bullet train. Who would have thought that after arriving in Luoxin District, he would instead run into a scene of a group of drunks acting on their lust?
It was a deserted little road. Five drunks, swaying drunkenly, blocked Song Shuhang and Soft Feather's path. Five pairs of bloodshot eyes stared greedily at Soft Feather.
Alcohol emboldened heroes, and it could embolden villains too. Under the stimulation of alcohol, there was nothing strange about people doing all sorts of things. Whether kissing a sow, biting a dog, or picking a fight with one, they might do it all.
The five drunks had never seen such a beautiful girl in their lives. The moment they saw Soft Feather, they could no longer take their eyes off her.
"Damn, this woman's as beautiful as a fairy. If I could have her just once, I'd be willing to lose ten years of my life!" That was what they were thinking, so they surrounded her under the influence of alcohol.
What were they afraid of? At worst, they would spend a few years behind bars.
That was the pitiful result of knowing nothing about the law. They had only vaguely heard people brag about getting a few years in prison after forcing themselves on a girl. Did they think it was still several years ago? Or did they think this was India?
These days, forcing yourself on a girl meant a life sentence at the very least. If the circumstances were a little more serious, it meant a bullet in the head.
Song Shuhang was both amused and speechless at the sight. He loosened his muscles and bones, preparing to make his entrance.
His combat power was pretty good... Normally, he could easily take on three people by himself, let alone the five skinny drunks before him. That was precisely why none of the delinquents around the school ever picked a fight with him.
Against opponents like these, he could take on ten by himself!
Just as Song Shuhang was preparing to show off his fists and feet, a gust of wind whooshed past his ears.
Then he saw a pair of long legs kick out as fast as lightning, again and again. As those legs moved through the air, they were like butterflies darting through a flower garden—beautiful beyond words. And they were not merely beautiful; their power was terrifying. When her legs lashed through the air, they even produced the cracking sound of whips.
The five drunks screamed and were sent flying backward. They writhed violently on the ground, vomited all over it, and soon passed out.
They were down? How long had it taken? One second? Or even less?
Song Shuhang turned his head and saw Soft Feather retracting her long leg—how cool was that?
Compared to Soft Feather, his own few tricks with his fists and feet were nothing but a three-legged cat's kung fu.
Looking at the unconscious drunks, Shuhang was reminded of the group of delinquents who had all collapsed outside the school.
If—he was only saying if—Soft Feather's combat power was really as strong as she had just shown, then she could indeed have made those seventy or eighty delinquents all collapse in a very short time.
But Soft Feather had still been on the plane at that time.
Could it really have been Sixteen from the Su Household in the group? Could everyone in the group truly possess combat power that broke the limits?
"You didn't kill anyone, did you?" Song Shuhang asked, feeling a bit concerned.
"Don't worry, Senior, I know my limits. At most, I made them unconscious for two days. They'll wake up after that. Two days is exactly right. If it were three days, going without food or water could cause problems." Soft Feather answered.
That answer gave Song Shuhang a feeling of sudden enlightenment. Could the delinquents who had been unconscious for so long also have failed to wake because their "two-day" limit had not yet arrived?
"Let's go, Senior." Soft Feather giggled.
Song Shuhang nodded stiffly, his mind in a muddle, and followed Soft Feather away from the scene...
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After Shuhang and Soft Feather had gone far away, a man walked out from a corner behind the small road and approached the five drunks with steady steps.
"Drunks really are too weak. They could not even force the other party to get serious." The man sighed.
A black-clad man knelt behind him and said in a low voice, "Altar Master, should we send a few people up to test them?"
"No need. The five drunks were ordinary people, so the other party held back. If our people went up... the other party would not show mercy." The Altar Master spoke in a low voice. None of his people were easy to train. Even training the most ordinary recruit cost over a million dollars. They were not disposable at random.
That woman had only stepped in to teach the five drunks a lesson, but her strength could already be glimpsed. Those whip-like kicks that broke the sound barrier, along with her ability to control her strength perfectly, were absolutely beyond what a First-Grade Mortal Transcendence martial cultivator could achieve.
The other party was already a powerhouse who had condensed true qi!
That was no longer an existence his subordinates could contend with.
Moreover, there was a "Senior" beside that woman whose depth he could not see through at all, and whose strength was unfathomable.
That person could easily wipe out the elites he had spent huge sums of money cultivating in all sorts of postures. No matter how many subordinates he had, he could not waste them like that.
To be honest, he had been a little frightened.
"We can only wait for an opportunity." The Altar Master muttered.
He had already lost most of his hope for the treasures inside Ghost Lantern Temple. He was merely unwilling to give up completely.
Soft Feather and Song Shuhang continued wandering around Luoxin District for half a day. They also encountered an elderly man over fifty, but no one knew about Ghost Lantern Temple.
Song Shuhang felt a headache coming on. He had never expected finding a temple to be this troublesome. "Soft Feather, are you certain Ghost Lantern Temple is in Luoxin District of J City?"
"It's definitely here, and I absolutely didn't remember the name wrong either. Ghost as in ghost, lantern as in lantern!" Soft Feather said firmly. "My mother brought me here when she was pregnant with me. At that time, I could only use my father's spellcraft to observe the outside world with my mind. I only remember the wooden plaque bearing the name Ghost Lantern Temple."
Song Shuhang understood the first half of her words, but he had no idea where the second half had gone. As expected, he and she were thinking on completely different planes.
"Is there anything special nearby? For example, is it on the mountaintop? Halfway up the mountain? Or is there a small river nearby?" Shuhang asked.
"It isn't on a mountain. It should be on flat ground. I don't really remember anything else." Soft Feather said awkwardly.
"Has Senior Northern River heard anything?"
Soft Feather took out her phone and looked at it. She happily said, "Senior Northern River is online."
In the Nine Provinces Number One Group.
Northern River's Loose Cultivator: "Soft Feather, have you found Ghost Lantern Temple yet?"
"Not yet. Senior, do you have any news?" Soft Feather happily typed.
"Sorry, I asked a few fellow cultivators on my side, but unfortunately, everyone I know is in eastern China. None of them knows anything about J City." Northern River's Loose Cultivator sent another bitter-smile emoji. "Besides, a very troublesome fellow just showed up, and he's still entangled with me. I'm afraid I won't be able to help much from here on."
"It's fine. Senior, just take care of your own business." Soft Feather replied with a smile.
When Song Shuhang saw the message, he immediately felt that Northern River's Loose Cultivator... was truly an unreliable man. Whenever they did not need him, he was online every day and every second. The moment they truly needed him, something happened to him!
"Senior Song, we'll rely on ourselves!" Soft Feather clenched her little fists and made a cheering gesture.
So cute! Song Shuhang did not know why, but this woman who clearly looked older than him somehow seemed unexpectedly cute.
As they were speaking, rows of glaring headlights lit up ahead. A row of colorful motorcycles roared "vroom, vroom~~" as they sped toward Shuhang. From the thunderous roar alone, it was obvious that these motorcycles had been modified.
"Street racers? What era is this?" Song Shuhang muttered, pulling Soft Feather toward the side of the road.
The moment she heard the words "street racers," Soft Feather's eyes lit up. "Should we take them down?"
"What?" Song Shuhang did not understand.
"Aren't street racers supposed to be sent to prison? Knock them unconscious and send them to prison!" Soft Feather rubbed her fists, looking eager to try.
"..." Girl, what you're saying makes so much sense that I'm actually speechless.
However, Soft Feather ultimately did not make a move.
As the seven or eight motorcycles passed by Shuhang and the others, one of them suddenly slammed on the brakes, made a graceful turn, and came to a stop beside Shuhang.
The motorcycle helmet flipped open, revealing a handsome face with sword-like brows and bright, starry eyes. "Shuhang! What are you doing all the way out here, you brat?"
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