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

Chapter 177 Infiltration and Tracking

Meanwhile, in some corner of the city.

The Holy Lord (Valon) dismissed Afen, Zhou, and Lasu.

"You may leave." The Holy Lord's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion. "My cooperation with you ends here."

The trio of villains, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, hurriedly left.

They didn't want to get involved in these demons' mess anymore, especially after witnessing Ximu and that terrifying phantom.

When Valon was left alone, a raging fire burned in Shendu's eyes.

Basha's betrayal and mockery completely ignited his anger.

If you can't regain your true form, you'll be forever controlled by others!
"Damn it! Damn the contract! Damn Basha!"

The Holy Lord growled, deciding not to wait any longer.

He must immediately use magic to forcibly break free from this mortal body, even at a cost, to return to his true demonic form!
He began to mobilize the remaining fire magic within his body, and a scorching aura began to emanate from Valon's body, causing the air to distort slightly.

However, just as the Holy Lord was about to cast the spell...

Valon's own consciousness seemed to be stimulated in some way and suddenly became active.

Perhaps it was the ugly demonic form that the Holy Lord was about to reveal that provoked him, or perhaps it was the lingering righteous energy from his previous encounter with the Pangu Box that influenced him.

Valon stared at the grotesque, distorted silhouette faintly reflected in the shop window before him—a projection of part of the true form of God.

"No...so ugly..." This was the only thought left in Valon's mind.

He subconsciously raised his hand and grabbed the Pangu Box that he had been holding tightly in his hand.

Almost instinctively, Valmont activated the faint but pure "spirit of justice" contained within the treasure box.

Snapped!
Valon used the Pangu Box to smash his head hard!
"Uh……"

The spellcasting of the Holy Lord was interrupted. Valon's body went limp, his eyes rolled back, and he fell straight backward into a coma.

However, strangely, Valon's body did not completely collapse.

As if drawn by some force, his unconscious body stiffened and straightened up, then took steps, as if sleepwalking, walking step by step in one direction.

That direction leads directly to where Old Man's Antique Shop is located.

The door to Old Man's Antique Shop was pushed open with a creaking sound.

The figure standing at the entrance instantly put the store on edge.

It's Valon.

But his current state was very strange; his eyes were lifeless, and his steps were unsteady, like a puppet being pulled by invisible threads.

"Stop!" Tru roared, his massive body immediately blocking the way, assuming a defensive stance.

Jackie Chan also quickly stood up, his sharp gaze fixed on Valmont.

Sheriff Blake instinctively reached for his waist.

Only the old man, with a furrowed brow, looked thoughtfully at the faint righteous energy fading from Valon's forehead and the restless evil aura within him.

Valon's empty eyes seemed to regain a sliver of clarity, and his face revealed the terror and helplessness that belonged to Valon himself.

"Wait! Don't do it!" Valon hurriedly raised his hands, his voice trembling, "It's me! It's me, Valon!"

He staggered forward two steps, his face full of pleading.

"Please, please help me! Father!" His gaze fell on the old man behind the counter. "The demon inside me... Holy Lord! He's coming out! I can't control him!"

Valon's voice was choked with sobs.

"I don't want to become a monster! Please, Dad, you must have a way, right? Help me suppress him!"

Upon hearing Valon's plea, Tru and Jackie Chan exchanged glances, their defensive stance slightly relaxed, but their vigilance remained. They all remembered the terrifying nature of Shendu.

The old man was silent for a moment, carefully examining Valon.

He could sense the conflict between the two consciousnesses within Valon, and he could also sense the restless, fiery demonic energy of Shendu trying to break through the suppression of Valon's consciousness.

“Oh dear…” the old man stroked his beard and pondered, “The Holy Lord’s magic is extraordinary. To completely expel it is as difficult as ascending to heaven.”

Valon's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"However..." Father changed the subject, "I have a way to temporarily suppress him and prevent him from causing trouble."

Hope rekindled in Valon's eyes: "Really? That's great! Dad, quick! By any means necessary!"

The old man nodded and turned to walk towards the back workshop.

"Jackie Chan, Tru, keep an eye on him, don't let him make any sudden moves."

"Understood, Dad."

The old man quickly came out of the workshop, holding cinnabar, talisman paper, and a brush.

He quickly drew complex runes on a yellow talisman paper.

The runes twisted and swirled, emitting a faint golden light, containing a pure and powerful suppressive force.

The old man's movements were fluid and graceful, and he muttered incantations, each syllable carrying a wonderful rhythm.

Soon, a talisman containing special positive energy was completed.

"Come here." The old man beckoned to Valon.

Valon quickly went to his father and nervously looked at the talisman.

The old man picked up the talisman and infused it with a trace of his righteous energy, causing the golden light on the talisman to brighten even more.

"Close your eyes and calm your mind!" the old man instructed.

Valon quickly closed his eyes.

The old man suddenly stuck the talisman on Valon's forehead!

"Heaven and earth are boundless, the universe borrows its power! Suppress!"

With a low shout from his father, the golden light on the talisman suddenly burst forth, like a small sun, and instantly disappeared into Valon's forehead.

Valon's body jolted, and a complex expression of pain and relief appeared on his face.

He could feel that the violent, surging consciousness within him was firmly bound by an invisible shackle. Although it still existed, it could no longer control his body for the time being.

The talisman pattern on his forehead gradually faded, leaving only a faint golden mark.

Valon let out a long sigh of relief, collapsed to the ground, and gasped for breath.

"I...I feel much better..." he said weakly. "Thank you, Dad..."

The old man nodded: "This talisman can only suppress it temporarily. In the long run, the Holy Lord will still find a way to break through it. You must always be vigilant and not let evil thoughts grow."

“I understand, I understand!” Valon nodded repeatedly.

Having solved Valon's problem, the old man's eyes sharpened once again.

“Alright, now it’s time to deal with that escaped demon.” The old man looked at Jackie Chan. “Although Basha has gone into hiding, the traces of her presence in the human world cannot be completely eliminated.”

He walked over to Valon and squatted down.

"Valon, your father needs to borrow the aura of the Holy Lord within you."

Valon was taken aback for a moment, then understood what his father meant: "Alright, anything is fine as long as we can catch Basha!"

(End of this chapter)