BPIFC -Volume 1 – Chapter 75 The Invisible Magical Weapon

The three remaining foreigners had no idea that the stone door behind them had opened. They were still cautiously watching Huang Ran and the others, wary that they might suddenly kill them to silence witnesses.

The smiles disappeared from the faces of Huang Ran’s group, replaced by grim expressions. Then Fatty Sun spoke toward the space behind the foreigners:

“Boss Wan, I thought your plane had already taken off by now. Why come back? Couldn’t bear to part with the bearded guy?”

At first, the three foreigners thought Sun Desheng was bluffing, trying to distract them so the others could strike. One of them even raised his gun and said:

“Boss, you—”

Before he could finish, a cold voice interrupted from behind:

“I couldn’t bear to leave you behind. And I couldn’t bear to leave the Sacred Relic behind either. Han Bing, are you dead? You couldn’t even deal with these few people?”

The latter half was directed at Aiden, and only then did Sun Desheng and the others learn that Han Bing was the man’s real name.

The speaker was none other than Wan Changluo, who had supposedly left with the “Sacred Relic.” He stood barely a meter behind the three foreigners, yet none of them had sensed his presence.

Looking at him, Che Qianzi snorted.

“Looking for the bearded guy? Don’t worry, you’ll see each other again soon down below. Remember to drink Meng Po’s soup together—one sip for you, one sip for him. Next life, the two of you can be a sweet little couple.”

Che Qianzi intended to provoke Wan Changluo. It was one of his old fighting tricks. Against unfamiliar opponents, he would first curse and insult them. Once they became angry, they’d forget to defend themselves, making it easy for him to land his signature moves—throat grabs, eye gouges, and kicks to the groin.

From Huang Ran’s earlier introduction, he knew Wan Changluo’s original surname was Lu and that he was the current leader of the Hehuan Sect. Such a person definitely possessed some ability, so provoking him first seemed like a good idea.

Unexpectedly, Wan Changluo showed no sign of anger. He clearly didn’t even regard Che Qianzi as worthy of notice and didn’t spare him a glance.

Instead, he looked at Huang Ran and said:

“What exactly did I take? Since that wasn’t the Sacred Relic, then the real one must be in your possession. Huang Ran, give it to me. Everything here will belong to you—the gold, the treasures, even the resort above.”

Before Huang Ran could answer, Sun Desheng interrupted:

“Boss Wan, let me remind you of something. Who owns the resort upstairs is open to discussion, but everything underground definitely belongs to the state.”

Then, unusually frowning, he said to the three foreigners still standing by the entrance:

“I’m serious, guys. Move aside and let Boss Wan come in.”

Before he even finished speaking, the three foreigners suddenly collapsed.

Or rather, they fell apart.

Their bodies shattered into pieces that scattered across the floor.

Neither Sun Desheng nor Huang Ran had seen Wan Changluo move.

“Now the path is clear.”

Wan Changluo coldly glanced at Sun Desheng.

“Do not underestimate me. No matter what, I am still the current leader of the Hehuan Sect. Though I am inferior to my predecessors in magical arts, dealing with the lot of you is more than enough.”

Stepping inside, he continued:

“Huang Ran, the offer still stands. Return the Sacred Relic, and everything here is yours. There is no second option. At worst, I’ll simply work a little harder and retrieve it after your death.”

As he spoke, he tossed a black object before Huang Ran.

It was the Bodhi Cicada—the creature Huang Ran had used as a fake Sacred Relic.

Now it lay lifeless.

Apparently, after discovering the deception, Wan Changluo had killed it.

Seeing the little creature’s corpse, Huang Ran frowned and turned to Meng Qiqi.

“This is troublesome. I promised Master Shangshan I’d bring the Bodhi Cicada back. What do we do now?”

Meng Qiqi sighed helplessly.

“What else? Kill this guy and avenge it. I’ll testify for you afterward. That little thing—I’m sure that monk has been talking about it for years. He probably forgot about it himself. You’re the only one who still takes it seriously.”

“Then that’s the only option.”

Huang Ran smiled bitterly and turned to Sun Desheng and Che Qianzi.

“Wan Changluo bought a Dao-Inquiring Whip at the Jiuhe Ghost Market two years ago. It’s transparent and seven feet long. No one except its owner can see its shape. Normally it wraps around the right index finger, but he’s left-handed. Just now, his finger moved.”

None of the other three were fools. Hearing this, they immediately retreated, making sure at least a person’s height separated them from Wan Changluo.

Sun Desheng lagged behind intentionally. Only after Huang Ran and the others had withdrawn did he speak:

“Boss Wan, you’ve forgotten about me. Everything is negotiable with me. You promised Huang Ran all the treasures above and below ground in exchange for the Sacred Relic. What about me? You know who I am. My share can only be bigger than his, not smaller.”

After rambling nonsense for a while, Sun Desheng suddenly raised his shotgun and fired.

Boom!

At such close range, even a blind man should have been able to turn Wan Changluo into Swiss cheese.

Yet an unbelievable scene unfolded.

Wan Changluo remained standing unharmed.

At his feet lay dozens of steel pellets that had been sliced into pieces.

In that split second, he had used his magical weapon to sever every pellet.

His speed was so astonishing that even a shotgun had become useless.

Sun Desheng knew when to cut his losses. Seeing the first shot fail, he fired a second time.

Then he spun around and ran for his life.

Watching him flee, Wan Changluo sneered.

“Stay. You’ll be the first—”

Before he could finish, a sharp whistling sound cut through the air.

A black blur shot straight toward his face.

Wan Changluo slightly raised his left index finger, and the invisible whip silently wrapped around the incoming object.

He had assumed it would be as effortless as dismembering the foreigners.

But the moment the whip touched the black object, he realized something was wrong.

Using seventy percent of his strength, he still couldn’t cut through it.

Even when he exerted his full power, countless sparks flew from the contact, yet the object remained completely intact.

Left with no choice, Wan Changluo ducked and avoided it.

Only when the object’s momentum ended and it fell to the ground did he finally see what it was.

A pitch-black short sword.

Che Qianzi had thrown it.

Seeing Sun Desheng in danger, he hadn’t hesitated. He had drawn his sword and hurled it at Wan Changluo.

Although it hadn’t injured him, it had bought Sun Desheng enough time to escape.

Safely out of danger, Sun Desheng shouted toward Huang Ran:

“Old Huang! Since you know what Boss Wan is using, you must’ve prepared something to counter it! Everybody attack together and kill him!”

Those words suddenly reminded Wan Changluo of something.

That’s right.

Given Huang Ran’s meticulous nature, if he knew about the Dao-Inquiring Whip, then he must certainly have prepared a countermeasure.

The fat fellow surnamed Sun wasn’t a threat. Huang Ran was the dangerous one.

What if, while all his attention was on Sun Desheng, Huang Ran suddenly struck from behind?

Seeing Wan Changluo turn toward him, Huang Ran immediately began running circles around the golden platform, always maintaining several meters of distance.

At the same time, he cursed loudly:

“Sun Dasheng, using me as a shield like this is downright shameless!”