Twisted Dreams-Chapter 121 - 93: Buddha, Dao, and Immortal—Interwoven Fates
A Ferrari and a BYD Tang, driving one after the other.
The estate is at East City Beach, quite a distance away.
The cars had just passed through the bustling city, exiting the tunnel, when the Ferrari suddenly braked hard.
Zhang Qian, napping in the passenger seat, was startled awake and looked displeased at Ah Hui beside her:
"What’s with the driving?"
Ah Hui pointed ahead:
"Someone’s blocking the road."
Zhang Qian looked over and saw a Rolls Royce parked sideways on the road, and on its roof sat a youth in Tangzhuang holding an oil paper umbrella.
Zhang Qian frowned and said:
"Another pest coming after us, go take a look and drive him away."
In the Imperial Capital, there were many wealthy young men pursuing Zhang Qian.
Not only because Zhang Qian was beautiful, but more because they coveted the Zhang Family behind her.
To become the son-in-law of the Zhang Family would mean the family might not have to struggle for twenty more years.
Ah Hui got out of the car, followed by Ah Chao who was driving the BYD Tang. He walked towards the Rolls Royce cursing under his breath.
Ye Fan, in the passenger seat of the BYD Tang, noticed something unusual, as if talking to himself, he said:
"Who is that person? Why does it feel like he has a dangerous aura."
An elder’s surprised voice echoed in Ye Fan’s mind.
"Huh? Is it him? He’s actually not dead?!"
Ye Fan asked in surprise:
"Teacher, do you know him?"
Mo Yulin, residing in the Tang Dynasty Ancient Ring, spoke solemnly:
"I’ve crossed paths with him before. It seems he is the ultimate beneficiary of the ancient tomb relic."
Ye Fan’s heart sank.
Even someone his teacher commended must be quite troublesome.
Ye Fan hurried out of the car, wanting to warn his two companions.
But it was already too late.
The youth in Tangzhuang merely waved his oil paper umbrella twice and Ah Chao and Ah Hui screamed miserably, falling to the ground, their life and death unknown.
After dealing with the two punks, the Tangzhuang youth walked to the Ferrari, knocked on the window, and said politely:
"Is this Miss Zhang?"
Zhang Qian was already frightened; this Tangzhuang youth knew sorcery!
How could an oil paper umbrella knock down two thugs who’ve been brawling for years?
She clung tightly to the car door:
"You, don’t hurt me. My father is Zhang Youfu." She could only hope her father’s name would scare off this youth.
The corner of the youth’s mouth curved up:
"Then it’s correct. My name is Xie Qilin, hasn’t Miss heard of me?"
Zhang Qian looked at Xie Qilin in horror:
"Are you the young master of the Xie Family who became a monk?"
At the mention of becoming a monk, Xie Qilin’s face turned cold, and the oil paper umbrella struck the glass.
The high-density glass of the Ferrari shattered directly.
Zhang Qian screamed in terror.
At this moment, a talisman paper flew over swiftly like a bird.
"Boom!"
A burst sound erupted in the air.
Xie Qilin covered his ears, his head dizzy, watching Ye Fan who had exited from the BYD Tang, he narrowed his eyes dangerously: 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
"It’s you? So, you’re a Talisman Sect Disciple."
One talisman paper after another flew in, forcing Xie Qilin to retreat swiftly.
Ye Fan ran to Zhang Qian’s car, glaring at Xie Qilin:
"Kid, you’ve got a keen eye. Seeing a Talisman Sect Disciple, you’d better back off!"
Xie Qilin sneered:
"Those words are only fit for the Talisman Sect Leader to say.
However, even if he came personally, I wouldn’t fear."
Ye Fan’s expression turned icy, he bowed his head and said in a deep voice:
"Miss, you should leave first."
Zhang Qian looked shocked.
The one who saved her was this little punk she despised the most.
The one who saved her was also the metaphysics she looked down upon.
The talisman paper drawn by this little punk, Ye Fan, actually held mystical power, this wasn’t mere superstition!
Zhang Qian quickly crawled to the driver’s seat, started the car, and shouted out the window:
"Ye Fan, what will you do if I leave? Come with me!"
Ye Fan coldly looked at Xie Qilin:
"He’s from the Xie Family?
Coincidentally, I have some grievances to settle. I’d like to have a good fight."
In Ye Fan’s mind, Mo Yulin said quietly:
"You might die."
Ye Fan sneered:
"Having embarked on the path of cultivation immortality, would I still fear death?"
Mo Yulin laughed heartily:
"Good boy, I like your spirit!
No wonder Celestial Age Taoist valued you as a disciple!"
Zhang Qian couldn’t hear Mo Yulin’s voice, only Ye Fan saying:
"Xie Family? Just so happens we’ve got some grievances. I’m itching for a good fight.
Now that I’m a cultivator, why would I fear death?"
Stars sparkled in Zhang Qian’s eyes.
Too wild, too cool!
This feels just like an endless vendetta in the martial world.
Except for the exploding talisman papers, it’s hard to accept that Ye Fan is a cultivator.
Zhang Qian didn’t know, the Extraordinary World is far more dangerous than the underground martial world.
Xie Qilin opened the oil paper umbrella slowly:
"None of you can leave."
Once the oil paper umbrella was opened, crimson energy spread like fog.
The Eight-foot Bride, clad in a red wedding dress, appeared beside Xie Qilin:
"Husband."
At the moment the terrifying Eight-foot Bride appeared, the surrounding air turned cold.
Ye Fan’s face was serious, and Zhang Qian was scared to tears.
Xie Qilin softly said:
"I’ve found a tasty soul for you, enjoy it."
The Eight-foot Bride’s gaze locked onto Ye Fan, softly saying:
"Thank you, husband. Nuannuan loves your gift."
The Eight-foot Bride let out a piercing scream, her terrifying ghostly aura rippling as her eight-foot-tall body lunged at Ye Fan.
Ye Fan repeatedly threw talisman papers, but none of them could stop the Eight-foot Bride.
Mo Yulin sighed:
"Never thought he’d manage to tame that monster.
My good disciple, you haven’t refined the Mother Talisman yet; you’re no match.
Let me handle this!"
Ye Fan reluctantly looked at the Eight-foot Bride:
"Then I’ll leave it to you, teacher. I’m sorry for worrying you."
Then, the aura around Ye Fan changed.
His world-weary eyes were not like a young man’s.
One would feel: he’s young yet seems aged.
’Ye Fan’ bit his finger, drawing in the air, blood talismans hurtling towards the Eight-foot Bride.
The Eight-foot Bride finally sensed danger, waving her arms to defend.
The Eight-foot Bride had no physical form, a peculiar ghost composed of Death Qi and souls.
Mo Yulin’s talisman could directly attack the Sea of Spirit, perfectly countering the Eight-foot Bride.
However, the Eight-foot Bride had already reached Tier Two.
Mo Yulin, still at Tier One without his body, was not a match.
For now, it seemed stalemated, but over time ’Ye Fan’ would definitely fall behind.
Xie Qilin’s lips curled into a sinister smile:
"I didn’t expect you to be so strong.
Your soul is surely better than I imagined.
A true delicacy for my bride!"
Suddenly, Xie Qilin noticed something, sharply turning his gaze to the side, his smile freezing.
’Ye Fan’, who was drawing a talisman, was also startled:
"Sect Leader of Shu Mountain?! What’s he doing here; it’s bustling tonight."
There appeared a Daoist wearing a Taoist robe, looking carefree, stepping lightly in old cloth shoes.
Zhang Xiaoyi glanced at the Eight-foot Bride battling Ye Fan, leaning on the shattered window of a Ferrari, yawning:
"Little girl, out so late, what are you doing here?
Didn’t your mother tell you? Nothing good happens if you’re out past midnight."
Zhang Qian looked at Zhang Xiaoyi with astonishment:
"What are you doing here?"
Her face showed urgency:
"Are you stupid?
Can’t you see what’s happening now?!
There’s a car behind, get in and run!"
Zhang Xiaoyi raised an eyebrow:
"And what about you? Why aren’t you running?"
Zhang Qian wiped her tears, glaring at Xie Qilin:
"Am I the kind of person who’d abandon a brother and run?
I’d rather crash into that bastard!"
Zhang Xiaoyi chuckled softly:
"Alright, alright, as expected of my sister, Zhang Xiaoyi."
Xie Qilin frowned, shouting:
"Daoist, what’s your name?"
The old master once said, never become enemies with three people in this lifetime.
Their names contain the characters ’Ming’, ’Fan’, and ’Yi’.
Is this prophecy coming true?
In Zhang Qian’s stunned gaze, Zhang Xiaoyi began to change.
A red scale appeared at the center of Zhang Xiaoyi’s brows, lightning flashing in his eyes, tilting his head:
"Sect Leader of Shu Mountain, Zhang Xiaoyi!"
