The Ferocious God in the Celestial Master's Mansion

The setting sun's rays pierced through the exposed steel frame of the unfinished building, casting dappled shadows on the dusty ground, like a giant net enveloping this abandoned land. The wind howled through the empty floors, carrying the scent of dust that stung one's cheeks.

Zhang Chulan stood in front of the building, looking up at the half-built structure. The exposed walls were covered in graffiti, and the windows were just dark holes, exuding an eerie atmosphere. He flexed his wrists, feeling the surging Qi within him, and a hint of excitement appeared on his face: "This is it. The people inside have probably been waiting for us for quite a while. But they've picked a good spot; it's so secluded that even if things get chaotic, it won't attract attention. Bao'er, you don't need to stay this time; let us handle it ourselves."

"Whatever." Feng Baobao put her hands in her pockets, uttered two words casually, and then walked to the stone steps to the side, plopped down on them.

Zhuge Qing straightened his clothes, a faint aura already gathering at his fingertips: "Finally, I can play freely. Those matches during the day were really frustrating." His Wuhou Qimen technique emphasizes opening and closing changes, and it's impossible to use it effectively in crowded places. Coming to this deserted, unfinished building is just what he wanted.

Wang Ye dusted off his pants, a casual smile playing on his lips. "Don't get too excited. Anyone who can be a leader must have something up their sleeve. Be careful when you make your move, don't get caught off guard." Despite his words, he had already unconsciously taken a few steps, his Feng Hou Qi Men aura quietly unfolding, bringing the surrounding environment into his perception range.

"Sister Bao'er, thank you for your hard work outside." Zhang Chulan glanced back at Feng Baobao sitting on the stone steps, and seeing that she only nodded, he said nothing more and led the way into the building. "Let's go!"

The three filed in, and as soon as they stepped into the lobby on the first floor, they heard an extremely faint "snap" sound under their feet, so fast that it was almost an illusion.

Zhang Chulan and the other two exchanged glances and instantly became alert.

"There's something here." Zhuge Qing's eyes narrowed, and the talisman paper was already prepared at his fingertips.

"Looks like we've been discovered." Wang Ye shrugged, but didn't stop walking, continuing deeper into the building. "Good, saves us the trouble of searching."

On the third floor of an unfinished building, in a space simply partitioned off with wooden planks, three men were drinking around a dilapidated wooden crate. Several bottles of cheap beer and an open bag of peanuts sat on the crate, creating a somewhat languid atmosphere.

Suddenly, a barely perceptible hissing sound rang out, like the sound of a thread breaking.

The three men who were drinking suddenly stopped, their languid expressions vanishing instantly, replaced by alertness and sternness.

Seated in the middle was a middle-aged man with a scar on his lip, stretching from the left corner of his mouth all the way to his ear, making his otherwise ordinary face appear exceptionally ferocious. He put down his bottle, his eyes sharp as knives: "They're here."

To his left was a lean man with long, slender fingers, three gleaming darts held between his fingertips. Hearing this, a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips: "A little earlier than expected."

The fat man on the right was tall and looked to weigh at least 200 pounds. Yet, he stood up nimbly, and a faint blue aura began to emanate from his body, like a thin mist enveloping his skin: "Perfect, let's stretch our muscles."

The scarred man didn't say anything more, only glancing to his left and right. The lean man and the fat man immediately understood, and with a swift movement, they disappeared into the shadows of the wooden partition like ghosts.

The scarred man picked up the bottle again, took a slow sip, and acted as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Chulan and his companions cautiously made their way up to the third floor and quickly found the space partitioned off by wooden planks. Through the gaps in the planks, they could see that only one person was sitting there drinking; it was the middle-aged man with the scar on his lip.

"Just one?" Zhang Chulan asked in a low voice, somewhat surprised.

"Impossible." Zhuge Qing shook his head. In the perception of the Wuhou Qimen, there were clearly two other auras around, but they were well hidden. "Beware of an ambush."

Just as the three were observing from their hiding place, the scarred man in the wooden cubicle suddenly looked up, his gaze precisely locking onto their hiding place. The scar on his lips twisted into a cold laugh: "Hiding like this, how disgraceful."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly raised his right hand!

A cold light streaked through the air, moving with lightning speed, aiming straight for Zhang Chulan's face!

"Watch out!" Zhuge Qing reacted extremely quickly, his hands forming hand seals rapidly. "Command!"

An invisible wall of energy instantly appeared in front of Zhang Chulan. With three crisp "ding ding ding" sounds, the three darts were blocked in mid-air by the energy wall and remained suspended.

"Interesting," came the voice of the scarred man from the cubicle.

Just as Zhang Chulan was about to express his gratitude, the wall next to him suddenly made a loud "boom," sending debris flying everywhere!

A massive figure burst through the wall, hurtling towards him with a whooshing sound! It was the fat man whose body was enveloped in blue aura!

"Holy crap!" Zhang Chulan was startled and subconsciously activated the Golden Light Mantra, gathering his Qi on his back.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Zhang Chulan felt as if he had been hit by a speeding car. He was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing hard into the opposite wall. With a "crack," the wall split open with spiderweb-like cracks.

"Cough cough..." Zhang Chulan clutched his chest, coughing up a mouthful of blood. He felt as if his internal organs had shifted. "This fat guy... he's got guts!"

The fat man, having landed a successful blow, did not stop. He exerted force with his feet and charged towards Zhang Chulan again, his blue aura growing increasingly dense, carrying a savage sense of power.

"Old Zhang!" Zhuge Qing was about to step forward to help when he saw this, but Wang Ye stopped him.

"Ignore him, he won't die." Wang Ye pointed to the floor diagonally above, where a figure was moving quickly. "Our job is over there."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Ye's figure blurred, his footwork shifting, as if he had merged with the surrounding air currents, and he chased after the figure: "Trying to run away hiding there? You're underestimating me!"

Zhuge Qing glanced at Zhang Chulan, who was being held up by the fat man, then at Wang Ye, who had already caught up, and finally fixed his gaze on the scarred man who was still sitting in the cubicle. His expression became serious.

These three enemies clearly had a division of labor: the fat man was responsible for close-quarters combat, the lean man was good at stealth attacks, and the scarred man didn't move at all, clearly the main character.

"It seems we need to have a good talk." Zhuge Qing took a deep breath, and the formation of the Wuhou Qimen quietly unfolded. Centered on him, the surrounding airflow began to flow according to a specific pattern.

Meanwhile, Wang Ye had already caught up with the lean man.

The two engaged in a chase through the stairwell of the unfinished building. The lean man was incredibly fast, his movements elusive, and he would occasionally launch darts from the shadows at tricky angles, making them impossible to defend against.

But Wang Ye seemed completely at ease. He activated the Feng Hou Qi Men technique, bringing the surrounding space under his control. Every movement and every breath of the lean man was clearly presented in his perception.

"Your darts are a bit off-target," Wang Ye teased while dodging the darts. "Want me to teach you?"

The lean man snorted coldly, ignoring Wang Ye's taunts. With a flick of his wrist, he launched several more darts. This time, the darts carried a faint trace of Qi, leaving afterimages in the air.

"Oh? A dart imbued with Qi?" Wang Ye raised an eyebrow, shifted his stance, and appeared instantly behind the lean man. "Too bad, too slow."

He casually slapped the lean man in the back.

The lean man felt a gentle yet irresistible force surge towards him, causing his internal energy to become chaotic. He groaned and staggered forward, dropping the dart in his hand to the ground.

"It's over." Wang Ye's voice rang out behind him.

Compared to the fierce confrontation between Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye, the standoff between Zhuge Qing and the scarred man seemed much calmer, yet it exuded an invisible pressure.

Zhuge Qing stood still, the Wuhou Qimen formation fully deployed. The surrounding airflow, light, and even the movement of dust were all under his control. He could sense that the scarred man opposite him had no leaking Qi, just like an ordinary person. But this was precisely the most terrifying thing—a person who could control Qi to such an extent was definitely a master.

"A descendant of Zhuge Liang's Qimen Dunjia?" The scarred man finally stood up, his tone flat, revealing neither joy nor anger. "The Zhuge family brat, instead of staying in his family and enjoying his privileges, he's come here to wade into trouble. What's his motive?"

"I just want some peace and quiet," Zhuge Qing replied calmly. "Your constant focus on Wang Ye's family is already disturbing their peace and quiet."

"Peace and quiet?" The scarred man laughed, the scar at the corner of his mouth twisting into an even more ferocious expression. "What peace and quiet is there in the world of supernatural beings? Once something like Feng Hou Qi Men is born, it should be prepared to be coveted."

"So, the people behind you want Feng Hou Qi Men?" Zhuge Qing pressed, trying to extract more information from him.

The scarred man shook his head, his eyes becoming deep: "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask. Remember to be smarter in your next life."

Before he could finish speaking, the scarred man made his move!

While the three parties were locked in fierce fighting inside the unfinished building, Zhang Yulei remained an outsider, completely unconcerned about the battle.

He didn't even glance at the figures fighting, but followed the strange aura, walking step by step deeper into the unfinished building.

The structure of this unfinished building was extremely complex, with abandoned steel bars, broken beams, and piles of construction debris creating obstacles everywhere. But these obstacles seemed nonexistent in front of Zhang Yulei. His figure was like a ghost, always able to avoid obstacles at the most ingenious angles, silently moving through the ruins.

The eerie aura grew increasingly dense, and the sense of distortion intensified, like countless fine needles pricking his senses.

Zhang Yulei frowned slightly. This Qi was even more chaotic than he had imagined, containing an incredibly mixed array of auras: the Zen of Buddhism, the purity of Taoism, the ferocity of martial arts, and even a trace of... sinister corpse energy?

The fact that so many distinct energies could be forcibly combined and still remain intact is an unprecedented technique.

He could sense that the source of this energy was in a room not far ahead.