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

Chapter 156 Three Days Later! Rescue Dad!

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

For District 13, which was suffering through the agonizing wait, and for Jackie Chan's father, who was imprisoned, every second felt incredibly long.

For Xiaoyu and Tru in Old Man's Antique Shop, these three days were a sprint in a race against time and despair.

The shop was filled with the smell of old paper and dust, and various reference books and papers covered with messy notes were scattered on the floor.

Xiaoyu and Trushou stood before that huge, dark red ancient book, their eyes bloodshot and their faces etched with exhaustion, yet their gazes shone brightly, burning with an unyielding flame.

"Tru! Look here!" Xiaoyu pointed to a blurry illustration on the page, yet it exuded an ancient and desolate atmosphere, her voice trembling with excitement.

The illustration depicts what appears to be an earth-shattering battle, with a shattered sky and burning earth in the background. Several enormous figures of different shapes, exuding overwhelming demonic energy, are being suppressed by a towering, blurry yet majestic light and shadow!

Tru leaned closer, carefully examining the ancient, distorted characters that resembled incantations next to the illustration.

His brows were furrowed, his huge fingers slowly tracing the words, and he muttered obscure syllables under his breath.

“This…this records…” Tru’s voice was filled with disbelief and shock, “In ancient times…the demons were not sealed away by the immortal gods at the beginning…before that, they seemed to have suffered a crushing defeat!”

"A crushing defeat?" Xiaoyu's eyes widened.

"yes.

Tru's gaze fell once again on that towering figure of light and shadow. "A... a being whose magnificence cannot be described... has made his move."

He...He seems to have...severely wounded all the demons!

"Severely injured?" Xiaoyu's heart pounded. "Could it be..."

Tru's face also showed a look of sudden realization. He suddenly raised his head, looked at Xiaoyu, and his eyes sparkled with excitement:
“I remember now! Xiaoyu! Di Kui! When we were dealing with Di Kui before, he was repelled by Mr. Jackie Chan using the power of his armor. Besides the burn marks from the golden energy, the broken parts on his body seemed to have some older scars as well!”

A very deep crack, as if it had been cleaved open by some...unimaginable force!

"Yes!" Xiaoyu nodded vigorously, memories flooding back like a tide.
"And the Holy Lord! When he was petrified, we seemed to see some unnatural cracks and dents on his dragon-form body! At the time, we thought it was caused by the battle, but now that we think about it..."

"It was left behind by that magnificent being!" the two said almost in unison!

A surge of hope, like sunlight breaking through dark clouds, instantly illuminated their weary souls!
"Tru!" Xiaoyu slammed the ancient book shut, her face flushed with excitement, her eyes sparkling with an unprecedented light. "We don't have to rely solely on that divine artifact that we haven't found yet!"

Her small fists clenched tightly, her voice firm and resonant, echoing in the quiet antique shop:
"We must find this mighty being! Find Him! Since He could severely injure all the demons once, He can certainly injure them again! Perhaps... completely annihilate them!"

"Only by finding Him can we save Old Man and Uncle Long!"

She took a deep breath, her small body standing ramrod straight: "So, someone has to stay."

This city needs you, Tru.

With Dad gone, only you know how to use righteous magic, even just the basics, to protect everyone and assist Sheriff Black in crucial moments.

"No!" Tru shook his head immediately, his huge head bobbing like a rattle. "It's too dangerous! Xiaoyu! You're going to search for that majestic being alone? Absolutely not! I have to protect you!"

"Protect me?" Xiaoyu's voice suddenly rose, carrying a sharpness beyond her years. "Right now, the people who need protection the most are Dad and Uncle Long! And this city! Tru, we have no time to hesitate! This is our only chance!"

She walked up to Tru, tilted her small face up, and looked at him earnestly and firmly: "Believe me, Tru."

I will be careful.

And I have this.

She patted the heavy, dark red ancient book in her arms forcefully. "It will guide me. Staying here is the right choice for you."

You need to help Sheriff Black, keep Westwood calm, and buy me some time!

Looking at the unwavering determination in Xiaoyu's eyes, Tru felt a pang of inner turmoil as he thought of his trapped father and Jackie Chan, the chaotic city outside, and the menacing demons.

Reason told him that Xiaoyu was right.

He is currently the only person who can use righteous magic and cooperate with District 13.

But emotionally, he couldn't accept letting this little girl, who was like a younger sister, face unknown dangers alone.

“But…” Tru wanted to say something more.

"No buts, Tru!" Xiaoyu interrupted him, her tone resolute. "It's decided! You stay, I'll go!"

Looking into Xiaoyu's eyes, which were burning with fire, Tru finally fell silent.

He nodded slowly, his huge fist clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He knew this was the only way, even though it tore his heart apart.

“Okay.” Tru’s voice was extremely heavy. “Xiaoyu, you must… you must be careful.”

Xiaoyu nodded vigorously, her eyes reddening, but she forced herself not to let the tears fall.

She clutched the heavy ancient book tightly to her chest, as if holding onto her last hope.

After a brief farewell, the antique shop door opened again, then closed heavily once more.

Xiaoyu's petite figure, carrying an enormous ancient book that seemed disproportionate to her size, disappeared into the dim light of dawn at the end of the street, heading towards a distant, unknown place to search for the legendary, mighty being capable of fighting all demons.

Tru stood at the door, watching Xiaoyu's figure disappear, his tall body casting a long, lonely shadow in the morning light.

He took a deep breath, turned around, picked up the communicator on the table, and dialed Sheriff Blake's number.

“Sheriff, it’s me, Tru.”

His voice was deep and firm. "I'm ready."

Please include me when you make the transaction.

……

three days later.

Under the city bridge.

The murky river flowed slowly, the bridge piers were covered with graffiti, and the air was filled with the smell of dampness and rust.

The sky remained that unsettling dark red, as if Westwood's evil power had completely corrupted it.

Deep within the shadows of the bridge arch, black energy surged and writhed like a living thing.

Ximu floated within it, the evil aura emanating from him even more intense and solid than it had been three days ago.

(End of this chapter)