Twisted Dreams-Chapter 119 - 91: Zhang Xiaoyi’s Home
Li Yang adjusted his breath for a moment, his Spiritual Power restored quite a bit, and continued to calculate the spell.
The night was almost over, and Li Yang finally depicted the model of the "Enlightenment" Magic Circle.
Li Yang rubbed his face and began to inspect the Magic Circle.
A black energy appeared in his hand, lightly tapping on the Magic Circle.
Black flames emerged from the seven points around the Magic Circle, Spiritual Power following the lines within the Magic Circle converging towards the center.
The core at the very center is the key to the Magic Circle.
A large amount of shared Spiritual Power is precisely distributed from the core.
In other words, in the future some will receive the Spiritual Power distributed from the core.
Supporting the operation of the Magic Circle requires vast Spiritual Power.
So naturally, the ones to support the Magic Circle’s operation are the Apostles.
The central core will be occupied by the Tree of Human Essence.
Some people with high comprehension will also possess the Tree of Human Essence’s [Fire Technique] [Water Technique] [Wind Technique].
As for when to initiate this Magic Circle, it still needs the right timing.
"Still need to let the ’beta testers’ develop a bit, so the gap between the Extraordinary can widen a little first."
Li Yang lit a cigarette and murmured to himself:
"After ’phase two’, there will be quite a few national service players.
Is it time to develop for foreign service?
There will be plenty to keep busy with later."
...
A train coming from the direction of the South Sea, whistling, slowly stopped at East City Railway Station.
As if it had an appointment with the sun, the moment the train stopped, a faint orange glow cast upon the train, making it exceptionally radiant in the winter morning.
A Daoist dressed differently from others stepped off the train.
People shot him strange glances.
There were also some girls in love-struck dazes, secretly taking photos with their phones.
The little Daoist was indeed quite handsome, though he carried a laid-back appearance as if he couldn’t shake off sleep.
Zhang Xiaoyi walked out of the train station, took out his phone, and dialed a number:
"Uncle Dao, where are you?"
"With the hazard lights on, I see you, walk to your left."
Zhang Xiaoyi looked at the station entrance, saw a middle-aged man stepping out of a Land Rover, waving to him.
Zhang Xiaoyi quickly got into the car, sat in the passenger seat, and the car started.
Uncle Dao drove quickly and steadily, heading out to the suburbs, until Uncle Dao spoke:
"Do you really plan to be a Daoist for life?
Your father fell ill this time, most likely because of you.
You’re the male descendant of the Zhang Family, not thinking of carrying on the lineage, but going off to be a Daoist.
If it were my son, I’d have broken his legs."
Zhang Xiaoyi gazed at the scenery outside the window and didn’t reply.
His identity in the Security Administration was absolutely confidential, and the Shu Mountain Daoist Temple was also currently not open for visits.
Very few people knew Zhang Xiaoyi’s real identity.
Uncle Dao never could have imagined that the seemingly rebellious little Daoist beside him was actually a deputy director-level special consultant of the Security Administration!
After a long pause, Zhang Xiaoyi finally asked:
"How’s my dad?"
Uncle Dao was silent for a moment:
"You’ll find out when you get back."
...
The seaside manor in the Imperial Capital, the owner’s family is undoubtedly a wealthy tycoon.
In the Imperial Capital, there are four major families: Xie, He, Liu, and Zhang.
The owner of this seaside manor is named Zhang.
Uncle Dao’s Land Rover drove into the manor, stopping in front of a fountain in the main hall entrance.
Zhang Xiaoyi tidied up his Daoist Robe, stepped in old cloth shoes, and walked into the hall.
A few ostentatiously dressed aunts were playing mahjong.
The dignified, luxurious middle-aged woman surrounded by them like stars around the moon was Zhang Xiaoyi’s mother.
Her face was brimming with happiness, indicating she had won quite a lot.
Beside his mother was a teenage girl with lip and tongue piercings, looking at Zhang Xiaoyi with disdain.
This was Zhang Xiaoyi’s sister, Zhang Qian.
Zhang Xiaoyi raised an eyebrow:
"Where’s my dad?"
His mother, engrossed in her game, casually pointed upstairs:
"Up there, he can’t go on, hurry up."
...
The chilly room had its curtains drawn.
A candle flickered in the darkness.
The room was very cold, chilling to the bone.
On the bed, a plump middle-aged man lay under a heavy red blanket, breathing heavily.
He was Zhang Xiaoyi’s father, Zhang Youfu.
Zhang Youfu, hearing someone arrive, struggled to open his eyes, awkwardly turned over, and smiled wryly:
"It’s Xiaoyi back, huh? It’s good to have you back."
Zhang Xiaoyi frowned deeply.
Zhang Youfu strained to breathe, struggling to catch his breath, extending a trembling finger towards the candle:
"Xiaoyi, when the candle goes out, it is my time to go.
I have nothing much to ask, just one thing I hope you can do.
After I’m gone, you must take good care of your mother and your sister..."
Zhang Xiaoyi expressionlessly walked to the candle:
"Whoosh!"
He blew out the candle.
Zhang Youfu:
"???"
Zhang Xiaoyi pulled open the curtains, letting sunlight in.
He also found the air conditioner remote, turned off the cold air:
"In the middle of winter, with curtains drawn, blowing cold air, you’d get sick even if you weren’t already."
Zhang Xiaoyi, an Extraordinary close to Tier Two, could see at a glance that his father’s vitality was quite exuberant.
Zhang Youfu angrily threw off the quilt, pointing at Zhang Xiaoyi, scolding:
"I’m doing this all for you?!
I’ve got such a big fortune, and you insist on becoming a monk?!"
Zhang Xiaoyi squinted at Zhang Youfu:
"If you had wanted to find me then, you would have already, no need to wait for me to come home."
Zhang Youfu sighed:
"I know, those years made you wander outside, you have grievances.
But I had my difficulties too.
Your father made many enemies in his life, and back then it was a matter of life and death.
You took refuge at the Daoist Temple, it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing."
Zhang Xiaoyi crossed his arms, sneering at Zhang Youfu.
As if to say, I just wanted to see how you spin this tale.
Zhang Youfu became anxious:
"Don’t you dare not believe me, there was a fierce clash with the Xie Family back then.
The old man from the Xie Family also sent his child to become a monk.
The disputes with the Xie Family haven’t ended even now.
Your sister was originally sent abroad too, she only returned because it’s New Year’s.
Actually, your mother and I have missed you all these years, especially your mother, crying every day. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
Now I’ve come to realize, that being together as a family is most important.
I also don’t want Qianqian to leave, you shouldn’t leave either, okay?"
Seeing his father wasn’t lying, Zhang Xiaoyi’s expression softened.
He really held no resentment towards his family; he was the one who had run away from home out of immaturity.
If he hadn’t run away, he wouldn’t have met his master, nor become the current Sect Leader of Shu Mountain.
Zhang Xiaoyi asked:
"Is the Xie Family that much of a threat to you?
I can help you."
Zhang Youfu beamed with delight:
"You’re willing to inherit the family business? I’ll start teaching you tomorrow!"
Zhang Xiaoyi shook his head.
Zhang Youfu puckered his lips:
"What, are you going to perform a ceremony asking the Lord Laozi for help?"
Zhang Xiaoyi grinned:
"Do you believe I’m the Sect Leader of Shu Mountain, strong enough to protect our family?"
The identity as a consultant for the Security Administration had to remain confidential.
Zhang Youfu clearly didn’t believe it.
The story of the Spiritual Energy Revival was still known to too few people.
A knock on the door sounded.
The daughter of the Zhang family, Zhang Qian, walked in.
First, she glared at Zhang Xiaoyi with an unfriendly expression.
Zhang Qian was still young and saw issues very simply.
In her view, Zhang Xiaoyi was an irresponsible brother.
Impulsively running off to become a monk, not returning for so many years.
What now?
Waiting until the Zhang Family was firmly established in the Imperial Capital before coming back, wanting to inherit the family business?
Truly shameless.
Zhang Qian stepped to the bedside to help her father up:
"It’s time to eat."
Zhang Youfu nodded enthusiastically:
"Let’s eat first, talk after eating."
Zhang Qian disdainfully glanced at Zhang Xiaoyi’s Daoist Robe:
"Mom even specifically prepared vegetarian dishes for you."
Zhang Xiaoyi smiled warmly:
"Shu Mountain disciples are not picky between vegetarian or meat."
Zhang Qian pretended to retch, helping Zhang Youfu out of the bedroom.
