The Law of Heaven

Chapter 26 The Ghostly Clown
As dusk fell, Aihara left the company, declined the offer of a ride from the staff, and took a taxi alone to the Qilihe Wholesale Market, where he exchanged the recently seized stolen goods for cash, totaling 37,000 yuan.

He didn't intend to use the money for living expenses, but rather to buy all the raw materials for making the incense for communicating with the divine. According to his calculations, the next full moon was in half a month, and he had to hurry, otherwise he would break his promise.

Now that he's a hunter, the company can provide him with many conveniences, making it easy for him to buy the materials he wants.

You can place an order by connecting to the intranet, and dedicated staff will purchase the goods on your behalf and deliver them to your door.

Agarwood, Poria cocos, Polygonum multiflorum, Lavender.

Even though we've gathered all four of the raw materials for making incense, it's already cost us all our savings.

Considering that Ruan Qi might also be at risk of mental pollution, he had high requirements for the quality of materials, which caused the price to rise sharply, making his heart bleed.

The remaining three materials are each more expensive than the last.

"How many Dead Apostles would we have to rob?"

He bought a bag of fried chicken strips for ten yuan from a roadside stall and walked along the pedestrian street after the rain, feeling melancholy.

To be honest, I was a tiny bit hesitant.

If he had already married into one of the five great families, he probably wouldn't need to spend any money to buy these raw materials. He could simply ask someone, and someone would deliver them to him without any trouble or effort.

The problem is that Aihara has a secret he can't tell anyone, and after marrying into the family, he would have to be mindful of others' feelings and actions, which is not the kind of life he wants.

He now understands that even if one becomes an immortal being, one still cannot truly escape the framework of the secular world, especially without institutional constraints. One person's efforts can hardly compare to the foundation accumulated by a large family over several generations.

This feeling became even stronger after he became a hunter. For example, today he originally wanted to go to the library to learn as much as possible about the immortal species, but when he actually got there, he was dumbfounded.

Because he can't understand.

As we all know, reading requires a certain level of proficiency; people who have never studied English cannot possibly understand academic papers written entirely in English.

The books in the library were far too advanced, and many were untranslated ancient documents, including dead languages ​​such as ancient Babylonian and ancient Egyptian. It was almost impossible for anyone other than a master in the relevant field to understand them, and he was just a high school student.

But that's the difference.

Aihara had seen many superpower movies before, in which the protagonists, after awakening their superpowers, could immediately fly and dive into the ground, becoming omnipotent.

But that's just a movie, completely different from reality.

Master Zhou once said that the ability of immortal beings is an innate instinct, just like how humans can make sounds at birth. At this time, it can only be called talent, and it is not enough to be called a skill.

Babies can only babble, while adults can learn multiple languages ​​– these are two completely different concepts.

Children can run, stumbling and falling, but world champions can run 100 meters in as little as nine seconds.

Great difference.

As for the innate abilities of long-lived species, the decisive factor in the difference is clearly the Perfection Technique.

This is even the cornerstone upon which the vast majority of families and forces in long-lived societies have been able to survive.

According to Master Zhou's account, the five major schools of Perfection Technique that are now classified are all clearly distinguished.

The essence of Perfection Technique is the exploration of truth by the immortal race, awakening the hidden power deep within, thereby achieving the unity of the world and the self, and completing the qualitative transformation of the soul.

In other words, it means following the rules.

For example, the most suitable part of the human body for producing sound is the vocal cords, which vibrate to create sound. But if someone insists on using their buttocks to produce sound, the efficiency will be very poor.

Similarly, humans possess vocal cords, which are organs that can vibrate, and sound is produced by the resonance of objects. Years later, this coincidence gave rise to unimaginable miracles and even became the cornerstone of civilization.

The ability of immortal beings is something completely outside of human cognition. To date, there isn't even a basic theoretical framework for it, and no one knows its true principles, so we can only explore it through experience.

When the techniques that immortal beings discover happen to coincide with unknown truths, they can unleash tremendous power and create miracles.

This led to the birth of five major schools of thought.

For example, the Perfection Technique, which extends from academic schools, is usually adapted to the abilities of the material system. This requires long-lived beings to explore and comprehend knowledge in order to maximize their power and form a system.

Currently, this is also the most powerful academic school of thought, after all, modern knowledge is highly developed, and it is a product of the era's dividends.

Therefore, academic schools of thought correspond to matter.

The Perfection Technique, which stems from artistic schools, is quite abstract. It usually corresponds to some strange and unusual abilities, requiring long-lived individuals to unleash their creativity and imagination to the fullest extent, and it is a great test of talent.

This faction was once extremely glorious, but it has gradually declined in modern times. Many of the abilities of the immortal species are difficult to develop, and the overall level is poor.

Art movements correspond to concepts.

The faith faction has always been a powerful one throughout history. The abilities displayed by their Perfection Technique are like legendary magic or supernatural powers, which requires the immortals to believe in something that does not exist, to practice it in their own way, and to unleash their inner potential.

Faith factions correspond to laws.

The abilities associated with the Perfection Technique of the philosophical school are all ethereal spiritual or psychological. They develop their power by sublimating their own thoughts. The immortal beings of this school are either saints with extremely high moral standards or villains with corrupt character, which is quite extreme.

Philosophical schools of thought correspond to ways of thinking.

As for the mysterious school, it is the strangest school of thought. It can encompass the remaining four major categories. The types of Perfection Techniques are also extremely diverse. The requirements for immortal beings are either so demanding as to be abnormal, or they can satisfy even a dog on the roadside. The upper and lower limits are both maximized.

Only lunatics would study this school of thought, and nobody knows what they'll end up with; it's full of unknowns.

Compared to the four major schools mentioned earlier, the mystical school is the least prestigious. After all, the others are established academic cliques with thousands of years of history, while they are just a bunch of eccentric lunatics.

He doesn't look like a decent person at all.

The mystical faction corresponds to chaos.

Matter, concepts, laws, thought, chaos.

This also summarizes the abilities of all immortal species.

"My ability seems to be related to thinking, but learning chaos theory isn't out of the question, but the problem is..."

Aihara sighed.

According to Master Zhou, Fu Wanghu belongs to the Mystic School. Although the Perfection Technique he learned has not been fully revealed, the core learning conditions are no longer a secret, and many people in the five major families know about it.

The core of that Perfection Technique can be summed up in just two words.

Show off!
The more capable one is of putting on an act, and the more sophisticated that act, the stronger one becomes.

"But the problem is, someone has to teach you."

Before I knew it, I had arrived at Zhongfu Street, and then I was bombarded with WeChat messages from Xiaosi.

"Brother, I'm out of school."

"Aihara, I saw your WeChat Moments. You skipped class to go play escape room games without me?"

"Wait a minute, you're not in a relationship now, are you?"

"Were you video chatting with your sister-in-law last night?"

"You've suddenly become rich lately... Bro, tell me the truth, you're not being kept by a sugar daddy, are you?"

The word "sugar baby" really provoked Aihara.

He replied angrily, "If you keep thinking nonsense, I'll break your legs! You'll have to order takeout for yourself tonight. I'm going to the restaurant and I'll be back later!"

Damn, how come this girl is so perceptive?

Aihara felt inexplicably guilty.

Pooh.

What is he feeling guilty about?

He could never be kept by a sugar daddy.

Aihara walked down the long street eating fried chicken strips.

As dusk fell, many shops closed, but Old Zhang's steamed bun shop remained bustling. Wisps of steam rose from the steamers, blurring the silhouettes of diners. An elderly man, holding a child's hand, greeted the busy owner. Bus number seven pulled up at the stop, and commuters, weary from their day's work, disembarked and headed into the market.

The roadside smelled of vegetables and fruits, while the delicatessen at the crossroads emitted an enticing aroma of meat.

The familiar, everyday atmosphere of life washes over you.

It seems like everything I've seen and heard today is an illusion.

But, something was wrong.

It's not right.

Aihara keenly sensed that the employee at the delicatessen had changed; he looked at the intersection no less than thirty times in a minute, averaging once every two seconds.

The auntie who sells vegetables by the roadside has moved to a different spot today because her original stall has been taken over by a middle-aged man I've never met before.

However, Aunt Liu was known for her fiery temper and often got into fights over stalls. Today, she didn't say a word even though someone had taken her spot, and she was even a little happy about it.

Even the closed antique shops at the alley entrance were cleared out, and sanitation workers were cleaning up construction debris there, but their eyes kept wandering in all directions.

"Interesting. So it's because Mr. Zhai disappeared that someone came to investigate?" Seeing this, Aihara decisively turned around at the next intersection and entered the vegetable market.

The market is underground and crowded.

He exited from another exit of the vegetable market, bought a baseball cap at the small commodity wholesale market, put it on, crossed the road, and climbed over the wall through a quiet back alley to enter Zhongfu Street.

Anyway, once we get close to the area of ​​the Mirage Tower, it's on the other side. As long as these people don't see him in this area, that's fine.

Clearly, Mr. Zhai died here yesterday without reporting the news to his superiors, which attracted the attention of the forces behind the scenes.

The other side is very efficient; they set up lookouts near Zhongfu Street today to search for suspicious individuals.

But none of these people are strong.

Aihara did not sense any danger.

At the same time, these people are not very skilled.

This means that the forces behind the scenes may not be as powerful as he thought, and their methods are limited to this.

However, Aihara still cannot let his guard down.

He encountered no more sentries along the way, thanks in large part to Aihara's perception abilities. He successfully returned to the courtyard of the Misty Tower, searched for a moment in the grass, and picked up the black card he had thrown away.

"Is this the Ghost-Faced Clown?"

Aihara is not entirely sure.

If he really is a ghost-faced clown, then he can use this lively characteristic to do some underhanded things without revealing himself to outsiders.

Aihara sat in the chair, toying with the black card, on which was a strange face.

Looking at it this way, he still felt a little uneasy.

Although I encountered quite a few spirits today, the smile on this black card was the most damn creepy.

"I hope you won't disappoint me."

Aihara bit his finger hard, drawing blood.

Crimson blood dripped onto the black card.

Just for a moment.

The black card began to tremble.

In the silence, a faint roar echoed.

The face on the black card seemed to awaken, like a demon about to break free of the card's limitations, greedily licking the drop of blood, as if it were starving!
This bizarre scene startled Aihara, for he was shocked to see a demon breaking free of its seal and shattering the dimensional barrier from within the black card.

That is at this moment.

Darkness filled his eyes.

Aihara's consciousness flowed along the black card in his hand, like an activated circuit in the dark, transmitting the server's information to the cloud, and the connection was complete.

The Ghost-Faced Clown was activated by him.

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The lights of Shian Beach illuminate the black sea, and tourists set up tents on the beach and grilled meat over charcoal fires, filling the air with the rich aroma of meat.

Girls in bikinis stood in the seawater taking pictures and playing, the waves lapping against their youthful and beautiful bodies.

Occasionally, men on the shore would whistle and secretly take photos.

Life is peaceful and serene, but a storm is brewing in the distance.

"Coming?"

Fu Wanghu sat on the reef gazing at the sea. Black Mercedes-Benzes drove by on the brightly lit cross-sea bridge, clearly exceeding the speed limit, but no one stopped them.

He said softly, "Auntie, are you really prepared? If there really are people conducting experiments in the Fog Mountain, then this news will be impossible to suppress. If there really is a serum that can cure the pollution, many people will go crazy. Feelings, family ties, including loyalty and faith... are all worthless in the face of life and death."

The old woman stood behind him. The black convoy of cars was neatly lined up on the side of the road. The young men in suits stood by the cars with the coldness of assassins, all gazing at the sea.

"You silly child, you're always pretending to be crazy. Do you really not know whether there's anything in the Misty Mountain or not?"

The old woman said calmly, "Now that things have come to this, stop keeping me in suspense and tell me your guess."

Fu Wanghu had been to Wushan.

The old woman didn't believe he would return empty-handed.

Fu Wanghu stretched lazily in the refreshing sea breeze and smiled slightly: "Auntie, I really don't know anything. I just went to take a look out of boredom that time. Maybe those evil spirits from back then didn't die completely and came back to claim my life? As the saying goes, heaven is watching what people do."

There are no secrets that stay hidden forever, and no secret can truly be kept forever. The crimes committed by the five great families will one day come at a price.

The old woman's pupils suddenly sharpened.

"What on earth do you know?"

Her voice remained kind and gentle, yet it seemed to rumble like thunder in the wind, sending chills down one's spine.

Fu Wanghu shrugged: "Anyway, you're already planning to forcibly open the other side of Wushan. The battle formation is already assembled. Why don't you go and see for yourself? The premise is that you can guarantee that there won't be any internal strife in the family."

The sky was overcast, with flashes of lightning occasionally appearing.

The moist sea breeze swept in from the horizon, shaking the surging waves and mingling with the scent of wind and rain, as if it pierced through the sky and the earth.

Thunder rumbled and roared, as if shattering the silent night. Dark clouds churned and split open, the cracks scorching hot.

That crack was so grotesque and terrifying.

Like the vertical pupils of a dragon.

That's the ancient laws of nature in revolt!
He appears to be... eating!
"I know why you've come. I want to use the energy that surged through the two realms when that ancient Heavenly Principle went berserk, and use my power to completely open the gate to the other side."

Fu Wanghu yawned and said, "You released me not just for questioning, but also because you want me to take action..."

He paused, then said, "But you have to lend me your sword."

The old woman said expressionlessly, "Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? The sword is here."

With a whooshing sound, a fighter jet, as sharp as a falcon, swept across the night sky and dropped a pitch-black iron coffin onto the sea.

Fu Wanghu looked up at the iron coffin.

Laughed.

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