Jackie Chan: The Supreme Sorcerer, invited by his father to come out of seclusion

Chapter 142 The Demon of Earth Reappears! A Battle for the Pangu Treasure Box!
Spain,
Pamplona,

The blazing sun generously poured down on the ancient stone-paved road.

The air was filled with the scents of toast, wine, and... a faint, almost imperceptible, pungent smell of bull.

Colorful flags waving

Like the excited tentacles of a festival, from balconies to streetlights and even above the heads of the crowds, everywhere is filled with throngs of people, loud music, and deafening cheers. The annual Running of the Bulls is igniting the city's passion to a boiling point.

In stark contrast to this frenzied atmosphere were three men dressed in black suits, each with a different expression.

"Boss...do we...do we really have to look for that...what door, in a place like this?"

Rasu wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the crowd around him, dressed in red and white, waving rolled-up newspapers, their excitement bordering on madness. He felt a chill run down his spine.

Ah Fen frowned, tugged hard at his sweat-soaked tie, and complained in a low voice, "It's so noisy... Are these people crazy?"

Zhou pushed up his glasses, clutching a metal box tightly in his hand.

On the surface of the box, ancient patterns emit a faint glow, and the pointer firmly points forward.

Pushing through the crowd, I pointed to the edge of the square, where a seemingly ordinary, ancient stone fountain stood.

"Shut up," a cold, hoarse voice rang out, carrying an unquestionable authority.

Valon,

Or rather, the Holy Lord, possessing Valon's body, stood gracefully behind them with his hands in his pockets.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, surveying the mundane clamor before him. His gaze was like that of a god looking down upon ants, filled with undisguised disgust and...

A faint trace of indifference, as if watching a poorly made play.

(What a noisy and inferior creature.)

(However... it's quite fitting that that idiot Di Kui would hide the Gates of Hell in a place like this, given his crude taste.)
"The box is pointing in the right direction," Zhou said cautiously, afraid of angering his unpredictable new "boss."

"Then let's go," the Holy Lord commanded calmly, showing no intention of personally clearing the way.

Ah Fen and La Su exchanged a glance.
Resigned to my fate, I began to struggle forward in the crowded throng, occasionally drawing angry shouts of discontent, or being pushed about by the excited crowd.

Just as they were about to approach the ancient fountain.

"Stop!" A familiar, anxious shout pierced through the noise.

The three of them turned around abruptly and saw a nimble figure wearing a khaki jacket, skillfully weaving through the gaps in the crowd and rapidly approaching them.

"Jackie Chan!" Ah Fen and La Su exclaimed at the same time, their faces instantly showing expressions of "trouble is coming".

"Hand over the Pangu Box!" Jackie Chan leaped several times and arrived in front of them, his sharp eyes fixed on the gleaming metal box in Zhou's hand.

"It's you again, you troublesome fellow!" Ah Fen roared, taking advantage of his numbers to charge forward first.

Rasu followed closely behind, brandishing his fist, which was as big as a clay pot.

Jackie Chan dodged Ah Fen's straight punch by sidestepping, grabbed his arm, and cleverly used the momentum to throw Ah Fen towards the oncoming Rasu.

"Bang!" The two burly gangsters collided, drawing laughter from the surrounding crowd.

"Useless!" came the Holy Lord's cold voice. He didn't even move his feet, only his eyes flickered slightly.

Zhou instinctively hugged the box tighter and tried to back away.

But Jackie Chan's target was him!

Jackie Chan moved with lightning speed, bypassing the entangled Ah Fen and La Su like a nimble cat, and pounced straight on Zhou.

Just as they were about to grab the box, a sudden, even more frenzied cheer erupted like a tsunami!
"The bull is coming!!"

"Run!"

The crowd exploded like water ripped open by a stone! Countless people dressed in red and white screamed and ran excitedly in another direction.

Several massive bulls, with sharp horns and blood-red eyes, roared as they charged out from the end of the narrow street! Their target was the bullring at the other end of the square!
The rushing crowd instantly scattered the few people who were facing off. Jackie Chan felt a huge force hit him, pushing him backward. By the time he regained his balance and tried to do the traditional Chinese first birthday celebration again...

But they found that Zhou had been swept away in another direction by the chaotic crowd, still clutching the box tightly in his hand.

"Oops!"

Jackie Chan cursed under his breath and tried to chase after the bull, but was blocked by a crowd of people running frantically to avoid it.

The angry bulls were getting closer and closer, their heavy hooves pounding the ground like drums, and striking the hearts of everyone present.

Jackie Chan watched helplessly as Zhou's figure disappeared into the chaotic crowd and the charging bull, unable to catch up with him any longer.

……

Old Man's Antique Shop
The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the dusty windows, casting a lazy golden hue on the messy shop.

Xiaoyu sat with her chin propped up on her hand, next to her father's table piled with ancient books, idly poking at an open page with her finger.

Tru leaned against the corner of the wall, snoring softly, clearly not yet fully recovered from his previous exhaustion.

And Dad...

He was fast asleep, his head resting on a thick book with a strange metal cover. He was breathing evenly and deeply, and drool was dripping from the corner of his mouth, leaving a small dark stain on the yellowed pages.

"Dad...Dad..." Xiaoyu gently nudged him, "Wake up, it's already dark."

Dad didn't react at all, he just smacked his lips, turned over, and went back to sleep.

"Ouch, Dad!" Xiaoyu increased her strength.

It was still no use; Dad slept like a rock, completely still.

"Dad must have been exhausted from studying that strange book,"

Xiaoyu muttered, looking both worried and helpless.

Just then, the old-fashioned telephone on the table suddenly rang, its sharp sound shattering the tranquility of the shop.

Xiaoyu was startled and quickly grabbed the receiver.

"Hello? This is Old Man's Antique Shop!"

"Xiaoyu? It's me, Jackie Chan!"

On the other end of the phone, Jackie Chan's voice came through, panting and clearly frustrated, "I...I lost them, they stole the Pangu Box!"

"What?! Uncle Long, are you alright?" Xiaoyu asked anxiously.

"I'm fine, it's just... ugh, don't mention it."

Jackie Chan sounded extremely frustrated, "By the way, where's Dad? I need his help! This time, the demon is the Earth Demon, the Earth Demon! It's in Spain!"

"Digui?"

Xiaoyu repeated herself, then turned to look at her father, who was still fast asleep, and immediately frowned. "Dad... he's asleep, and... no matter how I call him, I can't wake him up!"

"Can't wake him up?" Jackie Chan's voice also carried a hint of anxiety. "What can we do? We'll definitely need Dad's magic to deal with the Earth Demon!"

After hanging up the phone, Xiaoyu looked at her father, who was fast asleep, and then remembered the urgent situation on Jackie Chan's end. Her little mind started working quickly.

Unable to wake up... by magic...

Suddenly, her gaze fell on the inconspicuous sheep talisman emitting a soft white light in the corner of the counter!
A bold idea flashed through her mind like lightning!
"That's it!" Xiaoyu clapped her hands suddenly, her eyes sparkling. "Since we can't wake him up, then... I'll go in and wake him up!"

She grabbed the sheep talisman, a mischievous yet confident smile appearing on her face—a smile unique to her age.

"Dad, I came to your dream!"

(End of this chapter)