The Ferocious God in the Celestial Master's Mansion

The night dew grew heavier, soaking the vegetation in the villa area and dampening the roof tiles where Zhang Yulei was staying. He stood like a silent stone statue, letting the cool night breeze flutter his clothes, his aura completely restrained, as if he had merged with the tranquil night.

The lights in the villa gradually went out, leaving only a dim yellow light on in the living room. The intermittent conversation between Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye could be faintly heard, interspersed with the occasional gentle interjection of Zhuge Qing. The sound of Feng Baobao munching on an apple had long since ceased; she had presumably gone to her room to rest. The atmosphere among the temporary workers from Na Du Tong in the shadows grew increasingly tense, clearly indicating they were on high alert.

Zhang Yulei waited patiently. He had plenty of time; seventy years of seclusion had long since smoothed out his impatience, leaving only a calm and composed demeanor. For him, the current wait was not torment, but the best opportunity to observe.

Over the next few days, Zhang Yulei, like a perfect shadow, silently lurked near Wang Ye's villa, watching the situation unfold.

He saw Wang Ye's family living their lives as usual, completely unaware that he had been drawn into the vortex of the supernatural world; he saw Zhang Chulan and Zhuge Qing frequently entering and leaving the villa, sometimes discussing something with furrowed brows, and sometimes arguing endlessly about a certain topic; he saw Feng Baobao mostly staying quietly in the villa, either sitting on the sofa in a daze, or holding a kitchen knife and gesturing something in the yard, her serious appearance making the employees of Na Du Tong in the shadows unable to help but tense up.

He also sensed that the malicious aura lurking around the villa area was growing stronger, and it was spreading in several directions from different directions. It seemed that news of Wang Ye possessing the Feng Hou Qi Men technique had spread far and wide, attracting many who coveted it.

On the fourth night, the unexpected finally happened.

Several sinister auras, like venomous snakes, stealthily approached the villa, attempting to bypass the temporary workers of Na Du Tong and infiltrate Wang Ye's home. Zhang Yulei could even hear the faint sounds of them communicating with coded signals, their words filled with a desire for Feng Hou Qi Men and threats against Wang Ye's family.

However, they clearly underestimated Zhang Chulan and the others' vigilance, and even more so, they underestimated Feng Baobao's strength.

Almost the instant the uninvited guests stepped into the villa, the lights inside suddenly switched on. Zhang Chulan's voice rang out, tinged with a deliberately lowered, ruthless edge: "We've been waiting for you!"

Immediately following were the muffled thuds of clashing energies, the sharp clang of weapons striking each other, and a few short screams. Zhang Yulei did not approach, but merely "observed" the battle situation with his keen senses.

Although Zhang Chulan's Golden Light Mantra was not as refined as the orthodox version from the Celestial Master's Mansion, it excelled in its flexibility and versatility. Combined with his reckless fighting style, it managed to entangle two enemies. Zhuge Qing activated the Martial Marquis's Mysterious Gate, and the air currents surged within the array, trapping the opponent within. Talismans fell from his fingertips, precisely restricting the enemy's movements. Wang Ye, on the other hand, appeared much more composed. His footwork changed, and the power of the Wind Hou Mysterious Gate began to emerge. His seemingly casual wave of the hand always managed to dismantle the enemy's offensive at just the right moment, and he even managed to take the time to block a sneak attack for Zhang Chulan.

But the most stunning one is still Feng Baobao.

She didn't use any fancy moves; with a mere flick of her body, she moved among her enemies like a ghost. Her seemingly slender hands grabbed, seized, pointed, and struck—each move precise and ruthless, aimed directly at the enemy's vitals. There were no superfluous movements, no hesitation whatsoever; often, in just one exchange, the opponent was already on the ground, incapacitated.

Within a mere fifteen minutes, all the infiltrating enemies were eliminated. Employees of NaDuTong arrived promptly, dragging away the unconscious enemy and disposing of him swiftly and efficiently—clearly repeat offenders.

The lights in the villa dimmed again, and the faint sounds of several people talking in hushed tones could be heard, seemingly discussing their next move.

Zhang Yulei knew they were about to make a move. These young people clearly weren't planning on passive defense, but rather choosing to take the initiative.

Sure enough, late the next night, Zhang Yulei sensed that the people in the villa were starting to move.

Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao first drove away from the villa, and then stopped on a quiet road outside the villa area. Not long after, Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing came from another direction, both of them looking somewhat solemn, and got into the car.

Zhang Yulei moved swiftly, landing like a falling leaf on a large tree not far away. Under the cover of the dense foliage, he silently followed them. He didn't get too close, maintaining a distance where he could sense their presence, like a ghost moving through the night.

The car sped along and finally stopped in front of a rather old-looking apartment building in the city center. The four people got out of the car, looked around warily, and then quickly walked into the apartment building.

Zhang Yulei landed on the rooftop of a building opposite the apartment, releasing his Qi senses to carefully examine the interior of the apartment. Many ordinary people lived in this building, but in the unit Zhang Chulan and his companions entered, he sensed two auras similar to those of the enemies who had previously monitored Wang Ye's house, lingering in one of the rooms.

It seems this is one of the hideouts of those who covet the Feng Hou Qi Men. Zhang Chulan and his group are planning to strike at their very core.

For the next hour, there was little movement inside the apartment; only a few auras rose rapidly before returning to calm, indicating that the battle was progressing smoothly.

However, when Zhang Chulan, Wang Ye, and Zhuge Qing walked out of the apartment an hour later, the expressions on their faces surprised Zhang Yulei.

All three looked dejected, their former high spirits completely gone. Zhang Chulan hung his head, muttering something under his breath, looking utterly depressed; Wang Ye frowned, rubbing his temples repeatedly, seemingly suffering from a headache; Zhuge Qing sighed, his eyes filled with helplessness.

They got into the car and sat inside, not starting it for a long time. Zhang Yulei could sense that they were in low spirits, as if they had encountered some difficult problem, or that the mission had not achieved the expected results.

That's interesting. Zhang Yulei raised an eyebrow. With the strength of these three, dealing with those minor characters should be more than enough. How come they're like this?

He didn't speculate too much, but simply continued to lurk in the shadows, waiting to see how things would unfold.

Time passed slowly, the night deepened, and then gradually faded away. The sky began to lighten, the city began to awaken, early risers appeared on the streets, elderly people did their morning exercises, commuters rushed to their early shifts, breakfast vendors... everything returned to its usual hustle and bustle.

Zhang Chulan and his group's car remained parked quietly by the roadside until around eight o'clock in the morning when they finally made a move.

The apartment building's door opened, and Feng Baobao pushed a cart out. On the cart were two huge cardboard boxes, tightly sealed with tape, and they looked quite heavy.

Zhang Yulei's gaze instantly fell on the two cardboard boxes. His Qi sense clearly detected the presence of two people inside each box! He vaguely recognized these four people; they were the individuals who had been monitoring the area around Wang Ye's house recently. However, at this moment, these auras were extremely weak, indicating that the people inside had clearly passed out.

Feng Baobao pushed her cart, walking towards it expressionlessly. When she passed a breakfast stall, she stopped and bought two jianbing guozi (Chinese savory crepes), put them in a plastic bag, and hung them on the handle of the cart as if it were perfectly normal.

Just then, the security guard at the apartment entrance saw Feng Baobao and her cart, frowned, and walked over: "Young lady, where are you going so early?"

Feng Baobao raised her head, her eyes clear, her tone so calm it was almost endearingly naive: "Oh, delivery."

The security guard looked at the somewhat dazed Feng Baobao and smiled slightly: "Starting to deliver goods so early, you must be working hard."

Feng Baobao didn't answer, but simply pushed her cart and walked straight past him, as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Yulei, watching the entire scene from the rooftop, felt his opinion of Feng Baobao rise even higher. This girl, seemingly naive and innocent, was actually frighteningly simple-minded, acting entirely on instinct, yet always managing to solve problems in the simplest and most direct way. This purity, sometimes, was more effective than any complex scheme.

Feng Baobao pushed the cart to the side of the vehicle, and Zhang Chulan and the other two quickly got off the vehicle and hurriedly carried the two large boxes into the trunk.

The four got into the car, started the engine, and drove towards the villa area.

Zhang Yulei watched the car drive away, lost in thought.

Judging from their conversation and expressions, although they successfully subdued the enemy, they failed to obtain the information they sought. These people who covet the Feng Hou Qi Men technique clearly have a larger force backing them; otherwise, they wouldn't be so defiant.

Zhang Yulei's eyes sharpened. He had a feeling that things were developing in the direction he hoped for. The actions of these young people were like a key, gradually unlocking the undercurrents hidden beneath the calm surface.

Instead of following the car back to the villa area, he slipped away and disappeared into the apartment building where Feng Baobao had just come out. He wanted to see what had happened there last night that had caused Zhang Chulan and the other two to be so frustrated.

A faint aura of energy permeated the apartment building's hallway. Following the lingering energy, Zhang Yulei arrived at the door of the room where Feng Baobao and the others had entered.

The door wasn't locked; it opened with a gentle push.

The room was fairly clean, and it was clear that the four people had been subdued in an instant, without even being able to put up an effective resistance.

Zhang Yulei's gaze swept across every corner of the room, carefully examining the remaining Qi. In addition to the auras of Zhang Chulan and his companions, as well as the auras of the four enemies who had been taken away, he also sensed an extremely faint yet strangely eerie Qi.

The breath was filled with a sense of emptiness, and even a slight sense of distortion. If it weren't for his decades of dedicated meditation and his extremely sensitive sense of Qi, he might not have been able to perceive that slightly unsettling distortion.