Capítulo 1183: Chapter 1183
The night was like ink, the bustling scenes of H Country receding rapidly outside the car window as Zhang Yang led the group back to the hotel.
Inside the car, the atmosphere was relaxed, with Shen Jiayi and the twin sisters excitedly discussing their “brave exploits” at the club earlier.
Xia Xue leaned against the window, gazing at the city lights, lost in thoughts.
Xu Mengyan mentioned needing to stay behind to handle clan affairs. Although Zhang Yang was concerned, he was also aware of Xu Mengyan’s capabilities and determination, so he simply urged her to stay safe without persuading her further.
Upon returning to the hotel, Jiang Meiren had regained some spirit. Hearing about Zhang Yang and the others’ “righteous uproar at the club,” she couldn’t help but laugh, “You sure know how to pick a place to vent, but it’s good. Such scum should have been dealt with long ago.”
Nothing else was said that night, and the next morning, Zhang Yang began arranging the return home.
Jin Tuantuan was already prepared; she looked at Zhang Yang with a grave expression in her eyes, “Although the leads from Fuqiang Village seem clear, I have a feeling it won’t be that simple.”
“When Master mentioned that ‘high person’ years ago, the tone was extremely mysterious; he never even revealed the actual name, only saying that person lives in the wilderness, indifferent to worldly affairs.”
“Maybe because of being indifferent to worldly affairs, that’s why it’s even harder to find,” Zhang Yang mused while packing his luggage. Latest content publıshed on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝕟𝕖𝕥
“However, since the clues point there, we have to go. By the way, did your Master leave any tokens or more specific hints?”
Jin Tuantuan shook her head, “Master only mentioned that person is linked to a rare ‘Soul Resurrection Grass,’ which seems to be the key.
But the ‘Soul Resurrection Grass’ is only a legend; no one has seen it.”
“Soul Resurrection Grass?” Zhang Yang’s heart stirred; the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Medical Technique seemed to mention a similar herb, but the records were vague, saying only that it consolidates essence and strengthens vitality, not resurrecting the dead.
Could this so-called “Soul Resurrection Grass” be related to the Mysterious Medical Technique?
That thought quickly flickered by, and Zhang Yang kept it to himself.
He knew the secrets of the Mysterious Medical Technique couldn’t be revealed yet.
After a simple breakfast, they headed to the airport.
Xu Mengyan and Jiang Meiren personally saw them off at the airport. Before leaving, Xu Mengyan handed Zhang Yang a USB drive, “This is a rush-compilation of Qingyi Sect’s activities in recent years. It’s not much, but it might help.”
Zhang Yang nodded as he accepted it, and after bidding farewell to everyone, he boarded the return flight with Jin Tuantuan, Xia Xue, Shen Jiayi, and the twin sisters.
The plane ascended as clouds rolled outside the window.
Zhang Yang closed his eyes to relax, but his mind kept replaying the conversation with Xiao Man and Qingyi Sect’s multitude of threats.
He knew that upon returning home, he would face an even more complicated situation.
Qingyi Sect would surely not let things rest, and Xiao Man’s safety remained a sword over his heart.
“Brother Zhang Yang, look at this!” Shen Jiayi suddenly leaned over, handing her phone to Zhang Yang.
The screen displayed an entertainment news article, with the headline: “Celebrity Shen Mange spotted leaving a club at midnight with a mysterious man, rumored new romance exposed.”
The accompanying picture was a blurry shot outside the club last night; Zhang Yang’s face was indistinct, but Shen Mange’s figure was quite clear.
Zhang Yang frowned; this was clearly a deliberately released piece of news.
He glanced at the nearby Shen Mange, who had her eyes closed, feigning sleep, seemingly oblivious.
“Don’t worry,” Jin Tuantuan whispered, “Such rumors are commonplace for Mange, the team will handle it.
But Qingyi Sect, since they can manipulate things in H Country, be even more cautious back home.”
Zhang Yang acknowledged with a hm, but inwardly remarked that Qingyi Sect must have already laid a trap, just waiting for them to walk into it.
The flight landed at Dragon Country Capital International Airport, and stepping out of the plane, the familiar air invigorated Zhang Yang.
However, as soon as they exited the airport hall, several men in black suits approached, led by a man with a stern expression who handed over a business card: “Mr. Zhang Yang, our boss would like to invite you over.”
Zhang Yang glanced at the card, which bore only a name—”Uncle Long.”
Zhang Yang was puzzled; he had never heard of this person, but at that moment, Jiang Meiren suddenly exclaimed.
“Is it the Uncle Long I know?”
Zhang Yang was surprised, unsure why Jiang Meiren seemed so excited.
Jiang Meiren quickly explained to Zhang Yang, “If it’s the Uncle Long I know, that’s significant. Uncle Long is a big figure in Beijing’s underworld, quite powerful.
Since the Jiang Family also had a gray-business background formerly, I’m familiar with several major figures in this domain.
“I don’t think I know your boss.” Zhang Yang’s tone was indifferent; no matter who the other person was, approaching him at this moment surely meant no good.
“Uncle Long said you would be interested.” The man’s tone was steady.
Then he spoke a sentence Zhang Yang couldn’t refuse, “Regarding Qingyi Sect, and your friend who was taken away.”
Zhang Yang’s eyes sharpened—Qingyi Sect and Xiao Man?
Clearly, Uncle Long knew something. He pondered for a moment, signaled to Jin Tuantuan and others to wait for him in the car.
Following the men to the parking lot, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom was parked there.
After boarding, the car smoothly started, heading for a hidden courtyard in the city center.
The courtyard was quaint and classical, with several aged pagoda trees inside. A white-haired elder was seated by the stone table, enjoying tea.
Seeing Zhang Yang enter, the elder set down his teacup, revealing a slight smile, “Mr. Zhang, please have a seat.”
“Uncle Long invited me; may I ask the instructions?” Zhang Yang got straight to the point.
Uncle Long gestured for his men to leave, then slowly said, “I’ve heard a bit about Qingyi Sect.”
“They’ve been operating in Dragon Country for years, their power deeply entrenched and hard to deal with.”
“As for your friend, I know she’s temporarily safe, but Qingyi Sect’s target isn’t her; it’s you.”
“I know what they want,” Zhang Yang said irritably, “this guy is talking nonsense.”
If not for Jiang Meiren repeatedly urging him to be polite to Uncle Long, Zhang Yang would have stood up and left.
He curiously asked now, “But I don’t understand why Uncle Long wants to get involved.”
Uncle Long chuckled, “I hold an old grudge with Qingyi Sect, so the enemy of my enemy is a friend, right?”
“Moreover, I don’t want to see Dragon Country’s territory being recklessly used by them.”
He paused, then took a small wooden box from his pouch, “Inside here is a map, marking a secret base of Qingyi Sect in the North.”
“Additionally, I’ve found they’re recently seeking a place called ‘Fuqiang Village.’
Zhang Yang’s mind jolted—Fuqiang Village? Even Uncle Long knew?
“Uncle Long has keen intelligence,” Zhang Yang said, accepting the wooden box.
“What does Uncle Long need me to do?”
“It’s simple.” Uncle Long raised his teacup, “Qingyi Sect has a key post in the South; I need you to help me destroy it. And as for the reward, this map and the other leads I have will be your exchange.”