Celestial Human Diagram-Chapter 121 - 109: Wu Family Town

After the 6th day of the first lunar month, Chen Chuan and Gao Ming went to the company on South City’s Guangmo Street to sign an agreement with Ren Shu and his team.

Ren Shu and the others were surprised that he didn’t want to be a financial backer, but merely wanted to sign a temporary cooperation agreement. This also made them a little anxious, as it meant Chen Chuan could leave at any time. As a result, their wording and attitude became even more cautious.

After the signing, Chen Chuan had a meal with them. Over dinner, it didn’t take Gao Ming much effort to figure out everyone’s background.

Meanwhile, Ren Shu and his partners were left with an excellent impression of Chen Chuan.

They didn’t understand business, nor could they discern a person’s strength. But Chen Chuan was handsome, with sharp, spirited eyes and an indescribable, uplifting air. He spoke calmly and methodically, with great clarity. Coupled with what they had heard about his past deeds, he quickly earned the admiration and respect of many of the young people present.

When the dinner ended and they parted ways with Ren Shu’s group, Gao Ming said as they walked out, "Cousin, the family backgrounds of these rich kids are nothing to scoff at."

Chen Chuan said, "Anyone who can put up that much capital to start a consulting firm is bound to have a well-off family. For now, we’re just partners."

Gao Ming smiled. "Cousin, I get what you mean. I won’t do anything extra. It just reminds me of something an industry senior once said: with the rich, talk about relationships; with the poor, talk about benefits. It might not be perfectly accurate, but it’s more or less on the mark."

"Everyone has their own pursuits," Chen Chuan said.

"Right, pursuits." Gao Ming gazed into the distance, where a clear river flowed under a bridge. "It drives every one of us, passively or actively, to run in a certain direction."

Chen Chuan looked over as well. The river’s surface glittered under the sunlight, dazzling and brilliant. After watching for a moment, he said, "Let’s go."

Gao Ming nodded and drove him all the way back to the Patrol Bureau’s family residential area, where he said his goodbyes outside.

"Cousin, I have to get back to the firm. I’ll look up the information as fast as I can. Just wait for my call; it shouldn’t take more than a few days."

Chen Chuan said, "It’s still the holiday season, Gao Ming. You don’t have to be in such a rush."

Gao Ming laughed. "Since I took on this job, there’s no rest for me until the goal is met. I’m off. I’ll give you a call." He waved at Chen Chuan, got into his car, gave another gesture, and drove away.

Chen Chuan watched the car leave and headed for his house. But as he entered the courtyard, he paused. He realized that the signs of phasing that had been clinging to his "Second Self" ever since the cinema anomaly had vanished without him noticing.

’It’s been about ten days. This anomaly was much stronger than the Well Doll, yet the phasing effect lasted for a shorter time. This confirms my previous theory: as the duration of my Second Self’s overlap strengthens, it can naturally withstand more intense damage.’

For the next few days, he continued to enjoy his vacation. He went out to meet old classmates he hadn’t seen in a long time, went with a few good friends to Ding Jiao’s place to ride motorcycles, hiked and skied on Little Qing Mountain in the southwest of the city, went ice fishing on the lake, and afterward, saw a few more movies.

Even though he had already seen the movies that were playing on that day at the Lanxiang Cinema, watching them with his classmates was a much better viewing experience than watching them with an anomaly.

On the tenth day of the first lunar month, Chen Chuan accompanied his aunt, uncle, and their family to the Martial Arts Hall at Wuyi University Hall to watch the semifinals and finals of the arena tournament.

The matches were spectacular. In the final, the two contestants were closely matched in strength, trading blows back and forth. Until the very end, none of the spectators could tell who the true winner would be.

In Chen Chuan’s eyes, judging solely by the power output and techniques of their Mutated Organizations, these two Class B students were already on par with the A-class students of the same year.

However, the arena still had an element of entertainment and sport to it. Neither side used lethal force. They even had a tacit understanding to prolong the match, and when one added some flashy, performative techniques, the other would cooperatively let them finish the move. This further stirred up the audience’s emotions, but that was what people loved to see.

After the match, the family was still immersed in the atmosphere of the competition as they left. His younger cousin, Nian Mo, mimicked what he had just seen, running and jumping ahead, whipping a tree branch around and shouting "WAH! WAH!"

Yu Wan walked slowly while holding Nian Lu. She said, "Chan’Er, those two students in the final looked pretty amazing. How do they compare to you?"

Chen Chuan smiled and said, simply and clearly, "I’d win."

Class B students weren’t trained to kill their opponents, and some of their techniques were completely unnecessary in a real fight. If he were in the ring, he might need a moment to adapt to the rules, but in an actual battle, even if he were empty-handed, they would have basically no chance of winning.

However, with some targeted training, Class B students could display considerable combat effectiveness if necessary. After all, people with Mutated Organizations were far stronger than ordinary Fighters—the two could hardly be compared.

After returning home, another five days passed in a flash. The fifteenth day of the first lunar month was now over. Although the festive atmosphere lingered, it was gradually fading.

These past few days had been a rare chance to relax. But school would start again in half a month, marking another new beginning. So, Chen Chuan refocused his mind and began to diligently regulate himself.

One day, he was practicing his forms in the courtyard. Following the method He Xiaoxing had taught him, he was now fully on the right track. His Mutated Organization was seeping into his joints and muscles, growing.

According to the analysis in the notes, to completely reach his own First Limit, it would take about three more months, assuming there were no interruptions and the Mutated Organization could grow steadily.

But he knew that was only the limit of himself plus his Second Self. It wasn’t his true limit. He needed more training and stimulation to push his Mutated Organization further.

After finishing a set of the forms He Xiaoxing had taught him, footsteps sounded from outside the courtyard. A boy of about twelve or thirteen peeked his head in and said to him, "Brother Xiaochuan, someone’s outside looking for you."

Chen Chuan brought his form to a close and stood up. After a word of thanks, he walked out to the alley entrance. He saw an SUV parked there, with Ren Shu waiting and rubbing his hands together. "Mr. Ren, what brings you here?" he asked.

Seeing him, Ren Shu said, a little embarrassed, "Mr. Chen, we didn’t want to bother you during your vacation, it’s just..."

Chen Chuan said seriously, "Mr. Ren, since I signed the agreement, I will fulfill my responsibilities. You must have a commission for me to be looking for me at this time. Let’s get down to business."

"Right, right," Ren Shu looked from side to side and said in a low voice, "We just received a commission from the Administrative Affairs Hall. It’s related to the Flying Head Sect we talked about before. They want us to handle it as soon as possible."

Chen Chuan’s gaze snapped toward him. "In the city proper?"

Ren Shu’s heart involuntarily tightened under his gaze. He nodded vigorously. "Yes. It’s not within the city limits, but it’s not far. Considering there might be a Flying Head anomaly, we came specifically to ask for your help, Mr. Chen."

Chen Chuan said, "Wait for me. I need to grab a few things."

He turned and went back inside, returning shortly with the Snow Monarch Blade and the Martial Halberd Pistol. He came out and said to Ren Shu, "Mr. Ren, please lead the way. We can discuss the details in the car."

Ren Shu quickly agreed and hurried to open the car door for him. Once Chen Chuan was inside, Ren Shu got into the front passenger seat and said to the driver, "North City, Wu Family Town."

Chen Chuan thought, ’North City again?’

’Actually, it makes sense. The city proper is densely populated. While it’s easy to hide, any disturbance is discovered immediately, and the Patrol Bureau can be deployed at a moment’s notice. North City, on the other hand, is vast, its residents are very xenophobic, and there are many gangs. It’s a perfect place to stir up trouble.’

’Not only that, but North City borders the northern mountains. If anything happens, they can just flee into the mountains, and no matter how many people come after them, they’ll never be caught.’

Ren Shu rummaged through his bag, took out a commission form, and carefully passed it back to Chen Chuan in the rear seat. "We have a report that a Flying Head was discovered at the ancestral hall in Wu Family Town. Many townspeople were there for worship at the time, and a large number of them were affected on the spot. The town has a security team, but only a few lucid people managed to escape.

"A lot of agents from other firms have already rushed over, but no one is confident they can eliminate the Flying Head. Since the report we submitted stated that we have an expert in dealing with anomalies, the Administrative Affairs Hall assigned the case to us."

Chen Chuan took the file and flipped through it, getting a general idea of the situation.

He had already learned from Cheng Zitong that the Flying Head anomaly could be dealt with through physical means. The key was that the thing could fly at incredible speeds. More importantly, once it became agitated, it had a huge impact on a person’s sanity. Therefore, a close-range battle could not be dragged out for too long, or the person fighting it would likely go mad. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Cheng Zitong had warned him that if it came to that, he must maintain his Breathing Technique, regulate the flow of his blood and chi, and keep his own emotions from getting too agitated. If things got out of hand, he should retreat, regroup, and either think of another plan or take some medicine to calm the mind and spirit.

He, however, didn’t need any of that. His Second Self could absorb external influences and damage, rendering most sustained damage ineffective against him. From this perspective, he was the perfect counter to certain anomalies.

About half an Hour later, the car arrived at a small town on the outskirts of the city. Most of the buildings were low, tile-roofed brick houses, their ridges still covered in unmelted snow. However, a few structures, clearly converted from sentry posts and warehouses left over from the Great Expansion era, stood out conspicuously.

Because the town was relatively close to Yangzhi City, the roads were paved, wide, and lined with streetlights. Looking into the town, Chen Chuan could see many overturned three-wheeled vehicles on the streets, their cargo spilled everywhere. The storefronts of many shops were tightly shuttered.

On the outskirts of the town’s entrance, about twenty cars were parked. They likely belonged to the agents from other firms who had arrived earlier. A group of people who looked like town residents were gathered there, talking.

Farther away, some people who had clearly come from elsewhere to watch the spectacle stood in small groups, pointing at the town. These people were truly bold.

When the car reached the intersection, a stout middle-aged man from the group of townspeople ran toward them, asking, "Are you Mr. Ren? Has your company’s expert arrived?"

Ren Shu rolled down the window and was immediately hit by a blast of cold wind, causing him to cough twice. "He’s here, he’s here!"

The middle-aged man was overjoyed. "We’ve been waiting for you!"

The agents from the other firms also perked up, quickly extinguishing their cigarettes. With the Flying Head holed up in there, no one dared to make a move, afraid of ending up mad like the other villagers. It would be great to have an expert handle it.

After the car came to a stop, the door opened, and Chen Chuan stepped out, holding the Snow Monarch Blade. The middle-aged man was stunned at first, apparently surprised by Chen Chuan’s youth. But when he saw the long blade in his hand and met his calm gaze, his heart skipped a beat.

He immediately came forward to shake Chen Chuan’s hand. "I’m Wu Dajin, captain of the town’s security team. You must be Mr. Chen. It’s a pleasure to meet you."

The other firms’ agents also looked at Chen Chuan with solemn expressions. For someone so young to be carrying a weapon openly, he was clearly not simple. More importantly, he was someone evaluated by the Administrative Affairs Hall as capable of handling anomalies. This forced them to take him seriously.

Chen Chuan shook Wu Dajin’s hand, then glanced at the crowd behind him. "Captain Wu, hello. What’s the current situation?"

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