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

Chapter 153 We must go save Dad!

"Uncle Long!"

With a sob in her voice, Xiaoyu got up from the ground and ran to Jackie Chan's side, her little face covered in tears and anxiety.
"Dad said! Only he can fully guide those most powerful sealing spells, and also summon the gods! Without him, even if we find the token, its power will be much weaker! We might... we might not be able to seal Ximu at all!"

Jackie Chan's body stiffened abruptly, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head.

Xiaoyu's words were like a heavy hammer blow, striking his heart hard.

He knew perfectly well that his father was an absolute authority in the field of righteous magic, and that many crucial steps and energy guidance required his father's personal intervention.

Without his father, both the complex sealing spells and the rituals to invoke the power of the gods would become extremely difficult, or even impossible to perform successfully.

This means that even if Sheriff Black does find the divine artifact, they may still be unable to send the Sky Demon back to Hell because they lack the most crucial link—Old Man!

Ximu clearly knew this, which is why he disregarded everything and prioritized capturing his father!

"hateful!"

Jackie Chan slammed his fist into the broken wall next to him, sending rubble flying.

Anxiety, anger, and an uncontrollable fear coiled around his heart like poisonous vines.

He looked up at the blood-red sky. Ximu's figure, who had taken his father away, had long since disappeared, but that evil and chilling aura seemed to be everywhere, enveloping the entire city.

No! We can't give up like this! Dad's still in that devil's hands!

Jackie Chan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the panic in his heart, and his eyes became sharp and firm again.

He turned around and looked at Tru and Xiaoyu, who were equally anxious and worried.

"True,"

Jackie Chan's voice was deep and powerful.
"Take Xiaoyu back to your father's shop immediately; it's relatively safer there."

Keep a close eye on her, no matter what happens, don't let her out of your sight!

"Mr. Jackie Chan, what about you?"

Tru asked with concern.

"I have to go save Dad!"

Jackie Chan's gaze returned to the sky, as if trying to pierce through the blood-red clouds and lock onto that evil figure.

“Ximu’s target is Dad, I can’t let him succeed! I’ll go alone, he’ll be a smaller target and easier to track.”

"Uncle Long! It's too dangerous! Ximu, he..."

Xiaoyu quickly grabbed Jackie Chan's arm.

"I know it's dangerous, Xiaoyu."

Jackie Chan crouched down, gently patted her shoulder, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.
"But Dad is in more danger."

Trust me, I will bring him back.

After saying that, he didn't hesitate any longer, turned around and ran quickly in the direction where Ximu had disappeared.

His figure quickly disappeared at the end of the chaotic street, leaving only a resolute silhouette.

"Uncle Long!"

Xiaoyu gazed in the direction where Jackie Chan had disappeared, and tears streamed down her face again.

Tru walked to her side, gently placed his large hand on her head, and spoke in a low, comforting voice:
"Xiaoyu, let's listen to Mr. Jackie Chan and go back to the shop first."

Dad will be alright, and Mr. Jackie Chan will definitely come back safely.

……

The familiar wooden door of Old Man's Antique Shop was pushed open with a dull creak. The shop, which was usually filled with a mysterious oriental atmosphere and a faint sandalwood scent, now felt like an empty shell stripped of its soul, cold, lifeless, and oppressively suffocating.

With Dad gone, it felt as if even the light had lost its warmth, the air was stagnant, and it carried a musty, dusty smell.

Tru's massive body almost blocked the light from the doorway. He carefully closed the door behind him, the heavy bolt making a sound as it slammed shut.

"click"

A sharp cracking sound rang out, particularly jarring in the excessively quiet space.

His thick fingers carefully examined the door and window locks, each movement revealing a hint of unease, as if he were resisting an invisible intrusion.

Xiaoyu, however, was like a frightened deer, completely oblivious to the changes in her surroundings. Her face, still wet with tears, was tense as she rushed straight to the deepest part of the shop.

There stood a huge bookshelf, crammed with all sorts of oddly shaped objects and ancient books that exuded an air of antiquity.

Xiaoyu had a clear goal. Her petite body struggled to stand on tiptoe, and she stretched her hands upwards with all her might, her fingertips trembling as she reached for the top shelf of the bookshelf.

Dust fell in a flurry with her movements, swirling in the dim light.

Finally, her fingertips touched an unusually thick ancient book, and she dragged it down with force.

"Boom!"

The heavy ancient book landed in her arms, causing her to stumble before regaining her balance.

It was a book with a cover wrapped in dark red leather. Strangely, there were no words or patterns on it, only the leather itself bearing the marks of time.

The pages had an unhealthy, withered yellow hue, and the edges were curled and torn from being turned countless times. A strong, pungent smell of old paper mixed with some strange ink wafted out, carrying an ominous premonition.

"Xiaoyu!"

Tru's deep voice suddenly rang out. He strode over, and when he saw the ancient book in Xiaoyu's arms, his already furrowed brows deepened, his tall figure exuding a sense of oppression.
"This...this book..."

Tru's face showed obvious worry and a hint of apprehension.
"My father repeatedly warned me! The knowledge recorded in this book is too ancient, and... extremely dangerous!"

He lowered his voice, as if afraid of disturbing something.
"My father said that simply reading it can easily lead one's mind to be drawn in by its power, causing one to become completely lost in that forbidden knowledge and never find oneself again!"

Xiaoyu's chest heaved violently as she forcefully suppressed her surging emotions, inhaling the air thick with dust and the smell of old paper.

The air was cold, carrying a sense of despair, yet strangely it calmed her chaotic thoughts.

She stretched out her small hand, still stained with tear stains, her fingertips trembling slightly, and finally pressed firmly on the cold, dark red leather cover of the huge ancient book, which seemed to contain a thousand years of chill.

The texture is strange, unlike ordinary leather, but rather like the solidified skin of some unknown creature, carrying a heart-pounding illusion.

The chill emanating from her fingertips almost froze her blood, spreading down her arm and reaching her heart.

But Xiaoyu did not back down; instead, she pressed down harder.

Her eyes gleamed with a resolute light beyond her years; her tears had long since dried, leaving only swollen, red eyes and an almost tragic determination.

Its small body stood straight, as if it were trying to shoulder this heavy, suffocating responsibility with its thin shoulders.

"I want to save my dad..."

Her voice was low and hoarse, with a gritty quality from crying, yet it echoed with unusual clarity in the deathly silent antique shop.

"We want to completely seal away that demon, Ximu..."

Xiaoyu stared intently at the wordless cover, as if trying to pierce through it and forcibly seize a glimmer of life from that ancient darkness.

"This book... the book Dad forbids us from touching... is now... our only hope!"

The last few words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a resolute determination and a hint of desperate madness.

(End of this chapter)