Twisted Dreams-Chapter 79 - 51: The Daoist Whose Home Was Stolen

South Sea, Taiping Mountain.

A young Daoist appeared at the entrance of the ticket office.

He was wearing a cyan Daoist robe and cloth shoes, with his ankles exposed.

His long hair was casually tied at the back of his head, with a few loose strands falling on either side of his cheeks.

His face bore a sleepy laziness, giving off an overall laid-back vibe.

His name was Zhang Xiaoyi, the only disciple of Shu Mountain Daoist Temple.

Zhang Xiaoyi looked at the plaque on the high stone gate, inscribed with: Qingfeng Temple.

As for the stone bearing the name of Shu Mountain Daoist Temple, it was thrown into a corner like garbage.

With a grim expression, Zhang Xiaoyi walked into the Daoist temple.

"Hey, hey, hey? Stop, I’m talking about you, Daoist!"

The gatekeeper stopped him, looking Zhang Xiaoyi up and down suspiciously:

"Don’t think you can enter the temple just because you’re a Daoist, you need to buy a ticket."

Zhang Xiaoyi held back his anger:

"I am the second-generation Sect Leader of Shu Mountain!

I grew up here. This is my home!"

The guard remembered who he was.

The boss mentioned that when encountering this young Daoist, just chase him away; don’t let him cause trouble.

There’s going to be a grand Daoist Technique conference at Qingfeng Temple in the next few days.

This Dao conference is very grand, and the authorities are paying great attention to it.

The boss has been focusing entirely on the Daoist Technique conference lately, almost working around the clock.

To have the Daoist Technique conference held at Taiping Mountain’s Qingfeng Temple, the boss must have given quite a number of bribes to Director Zhang of the Propaganda Department.

Because this Daoist Technique conference will be the best promotion for Qingfeng Temple.

After the Daoist Technique conference, Qingfeng Temple will become a renowned temple under the heavens!

So, unexpected situations like Zhang Xiaoyi’s cannot be allowed to occur.

The guard walked into the security booth, took out a plastic baton, and pointed at Zhang Xiaoyi, berating:

"I wondered what it was.

This is Qingfeng Temple, not Shu Mountain!

That Shu Mountain you mentioned is just an illegal structure.

Get lost!"

Zhang Xiaoyi was so angry he laughed, pointing at the high-hanging Qingfeng Temple plaque:

"This was originally just a barren mountain!

When my master toiled to develop this place, why didn’t you call it an illegal structure?!

The old man spent a lifetime turning this into Shu Mountain Daoist Temple, and you just call it an illegal structure and took it over?

Every blade of grass and tree here is my master’s effort, where is the justification in this?!

Illegal structure? Fine!

Demolish these illegal structures then!

What are you waiting for?!

Why are you still selling tickets here?!"

The gatekeeper sneered:

"Why don’t you call the police?"

The crowd watching grew larger, pointing and murmuring about Zhang Xiaoyi.

Zhang Xiaoyi was so angry his face turned beet red, pointing at the plaque and cursing foully:

"Damn it, I have to buy a ticket to come home!

These bastards, damn dogs!

Thunder Ancestor, are you there?!

Blow up these bastards!

You’ve driven a monk to curse!"

What happened can’t be entirely blamed on Zhang Xiaoyi.

He grew up cultivating here with his master and lost his master to illness when he was sixteen.

Zhang Xiaoyi carried out his master’s final wishes, traveling across Xia Country, visiting famous temples.

Who would have thought that after two hard years, he’d return to find Shu Mountain Daoist Temple stolen from him!

Legal or not he didn’t know, but he certainly felt there was no justice.

...

South Sea Green Grass Sanatorium.

"Lilith, the mayor currently doesn’t want to side with us either.

I’ve called him several times, but he didn’t pick up."

The director sat in the office chair, frowning.

Lilith lay on the sofa, sneering:

"What can he do, overturn the heavens?

Since he can’t be used by us, we don’t need to care about his life."

The director paused for a moment:

"What are you planning?"

Lilith sat up from the sofa:

"Isn’t the South Sea about to host a Daoist Technique conference in a week?

Use this Daoist Technique conference to make a big scene."

The director became serious:

"You mean?"

Lilith said:

"The Security Bureau has been watching us too closely, too much interference with the experiment’s progress.

If the Security Bureau doesn’t interfere, the experiment can be completed in three weeks at most.

I want to use this Daoist Technique conference to lure the Imperial Capital investigation team to the South Sea.

Once they come, the dirty secrets of South Sea over the years won’t be hidden.

The entire South Sea government system will be affected and shaken.

I think just the Mayor alone would keep the South Sea busy for a month.

The Security Bureau won’t have time to monitor us, and three weeks later when the experiment is completed, I can wrap things up."

The director’s expression was a bit unnatural, reluctantly saying:

"If that happens, Green Grass Sanatorium’s dealings with the higher-ups will be exposed.

The Green Grass Sanatorium will be finished. It’s a pity."

Lilith chuckled:

"You’re coming back with me sooner or later, no need to pity this place.

The United States is much more interesting than here."

The director’s face turned agreeable at this, even showing excitement.

He would be a hero of the God Creation Organization, standing at the top of the world!

Lilith thought for a moment before continuing:

"Have Tumon Shouyu prepare, a week later, let loose at the Daoist Technique conference.

I believe he’d love to trample on those Daoists from Xia Country and spread East Sakura Country’s culture."

...

Nighttime, South Sea, North District, Half-Mountain Villa.

A strange tree, ten meters tall, appeared in the villa’s courtyard without anyone noticing.

The strange tree was laden with luscious, tempting peaches.

The trunk was covered with a hundred eerie human faces.

Terrifying, bizarre, sinister.

This was the Seventh Apostle, Tree of Human Essence.

Suzu sat on a branch of the tree, drooling over the peaches, and her big eyes occasionally glanced down at the hundred human faces on the Tree of Human Essence, saying:

"There are so many faces, which one is yours?"

As she spoke, her small hand stealthily reached out to pick a peach.

All hundred mouths of the Tree of Human Essence spoke at once:

"Strictly speaking, none of these faces belong to me; I am just a tree."

As Suzu’s little hand touched the peach, the Tree of Human Essence began to shake violently, causing Suzu to lose her balance and fall to the ground.

Suzu rubbed her backside, glaring at the Tree of Human Essence.

The Tree of Human Essence spoke indifferently:

"You were born earlier than me, but we’re both the master’s apostles; you should respect me."

Suzu frowned:

"I just want to eat one!"

The Tree of Human Essence said:

"Exchange it for a secret."

Suzu huffed angrily:

"You’re really stingy!"

Just then, Li Yang walked out of the villa, ignoring Suzu’s gluttonous behavior, and asked the Tree of Human Essence:

"How many people have eaten your peaches?"

The Tree of Human Essence replied respectfully:

"To answer the master, you asked me to be discreet and not attract too much attention, so only ninety-eight."

Li Yang nodded.

There was one concern he had.

Li Yang wasn’t sure how the authorities perceived the Extraordinary, so he stayed somewhat cautious.

In truth, creating ninety-eight Extraordinaries in half a month was not low-key at all.

Li Yang asked:

"How many of them have grasped the use of Spiritual Power?"

The Tree of Human Essence responded:

"Eighteen of them.

Those eighteen can use Spiritual Power to stimulate their own organs and enhance their physical potentials.

Among them, six can already use Spiritual Power to influence the air."

Li Yang was quite satisfied with this situation.

This indicated that they could enhance Spiritual Power through meditation, while also providing themselves with Spiritual Power.

Their superpower was quite weak, and it couldn’t compare to a Demon.

A Demon does not need Spiritual Power to stimulate its organs; the human body of a Demon already surpasses the limits of ordinary humans.