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Chapter 32 With this kind of efficiency, why bother being a Taoist priest!

Chapter 32: With this kind of efficiency, why bother being a Taoist priest?! (Please continue reading!)

It was early morning, just as dawn was breaking.

In a residential building opposite the Fengshun Express delivery station in Luxian County, Liu Zhenguo stood by the window, holding a cup of coffee that had gone cold.

His face was grave, and his eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept all night.

Behind him, seven elites from the South City branch, including Chen Jianguo and Wang Hu, sat or stood. The room was so quiet you could hear breathing, and the atmosphere was so oppressive it felt like you could wring water out of it.

"Captain, what time does the courier station usually open?" Wang Hu asked in a low voice.

"Eight o'clock." Chen Jianguo glanced at his watch. "It's 6:40 now, less than an hour and a half left."

Liu Zhenguo didn't turn around, still staring out the window: "Any news from headquarters?"

"President Qin contacted us just ten minutes ago, telling us to stay calm," Chen Jianguo said.

"Um.

Liu Zhenguo responded and glanced at the street.

The streets of Luxian County were deserted in the early morning. Occasionally, an elderly person who got up early would walk by with their dog, and sanitation workers would sweep up fallen leaves.

Everything seems normal.

But Liu Zhenguo was on edge.

That "evil-suppressing" ancient sword is no ordinary object.

The ferocious soldiers passed down from the Han Dynasty have drunk countless lives and their murderous aura soars to the heavens.

When the Central Plains branch took it in, it cost three lives.

Later, it was sealed in a specially made lead box and suppressed with seven layers of talismans, which barely managed to control it.

But now, they are going to deliver this thing to a master who is unfathomable.

"Everyone."

Liu Zhenguo turned around and glanced at everyone. "This matter is more troublesome than you think."

He paused, then lowered his voice: "The sword itself is one thing, but the key is—Master Li's reaction after he got his hands on it."

Everyone in the room remained silent.

They had all read the file on that "Evil-Suppressing" ancient sword last night.

Such a malevolent object, delivered into the hands of that unfathomable Taoist priest Li—

What will happen?

no one knows.

"Boss, we've got news from President Qin!"

The team member in charge of communications suddenly spoke up.

Liu Zhenguo immediately went over.

On the screen, President Qin's image appeared, with the headquarters' command center in the background, surrounded by seven or eight senior executives.

"Zhenguo, the situation has changed." President Qin got straight to the point, his expression grave.

"What changes?"

"I just received news that the Qingwei Sect Leader of Maoshan Sect descended the mountain last night and boarded the train to Luxian County. He should arrive at the station around 7 o'clock."

President Qin paused for a moment: "Based on our deductions, he should have already identified Master Li's existence."

"What?!" Liu Zhenguo blurted out, "So fast?!"

He cursed inwardly.

How come the noses of Maoshan are so sensitive? They located Master Li's presence so quickly.

How long has it been?

From the moment Master Qingxu saw the talisman in Bingcheng to the moment the head of Maoshan Sect personally came down from the mountain, less than 24 hours had passed!

With this kind of efficiency, what's the point of being a Taoist priest!

"Boss, what do we do now?" Chen Jianguo leaned over, his face grim.

Qingwei, the leader of Maoshan Sect, is one of the most highly accomplished figures in the Taoist community.

He has reached the peak of Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation, and is only one step away from Refining Emptiness.

When such a person personally arrives, the situation becomes complicated.

Liu Zhenguo didn't answer immediately, but looked at the screen instead: "President Qin, what do you mean?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end.

You could hear President Qin tapping his fingers on the table, once, twice.

"Zhenguo—" President Qin sighed, "Today's matter is too important."

"That demon-suppressing sword must not have any problems."

"So my order is ————"

President Qin paused, his tone becoming serious: "We absolutely cannot allow Sect Leader Qingwei to enter Qingfeng Temple ahead of schedule."

Liu Zhenguo was stunned.

"President Qin, is this... possible to stop them?"

What level of cultivation does the Qingwei Sect Leader possess?

Even if all the men from their South City branch went, they probably couldn't stop them from even a single finger.

"A direct confrontation won't work," President Qin said with a wry smile. "So the only option is to share the situation with Maoshan."

"Let him act with you."

Liu Zhenguo understood.

This is an attempt to bring Maoshan into the fold.

"Master Qingwei is a highly accomplished Taoist master. With him here, things will be much safer today," President Qin added. "Moreover—"

He hesitated.

"And what?"

"And I also want to see how the Qingwei Sect Leader will react when he meets Daoist Li." President Qin said slowly, "This will be very valuable for us to assess Daoist Li's true level."

Liu Zhenguo understood.

This is using Maoshan as a "testing instrument".

"Understood." Liu Zhenguo said in a deep voice, "I'll arrange for someone to pick them up right away."

"Yes, watch your attitude, be polite."

"Yes."

Communication ended.

The atmosphere in the room became even more oppressive.

"The leader of Maoshan Sect—is he coming?" Wang Hu swallowed hard.

Chen Jianguo's face was grim: "That's a true big shot in Taoism, on par with Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain."

"It's good that he's here." Liu Zhenguo took a deep breath. "With him here, if something happens to the Demon-Suppressing Sword, we'll have a better chance of success."

He looked at Chen Jianguo: "Jianguo, go to the train station to pick them up."

"Remember, you must be respectful, but say what you should say and don't say a single word that you shouldn't."

"clear!"

Chen Jianguo selected two team members and hurriedly left the room.

Liu Zhenguo looked out the window again.

As dawn broke, pedestrians began to appear on the streets.

The roller shutter door of the express delivery station across the street remained tightly closed.

"Everyone, stay alert," he said in a deep voice. "Today—we absolutely cannot afford any mistakes."

at the same time.

Luxian Railway Station, Exit.

The Qingwei Sect Leader, dressed in a faded gray Taoist robe, walked out slowly with his hands behind his back.

He looked like an ordinary old Taoist priest, with all-white hair, but a ruddy complexion and a steady gait.

Behind him followed a young Taoist priest of about nineteen years old, wearing a brand-new Taoist robe and carrying a large backpack; this was none other than his disciple, Mingxin.

"Master, shall we go directly to Qingfeng Temple?"

Mingxin looked around and asked softly, "Should we buy something? It wouldn't be right to visit empty-handed, would it?"

The Qingwei Sect Leader glared at him, clearly annoyed.

"Why do those who cultivate the Tao need so many formalities?"

"We're going to visit an old friend, not to visit relatives."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Go straight there."

Mingxin nodded outwardly, but muttered to himself inwardly.

This early morning visit makes people think they're there to pay a visit, but others might think they're there to freeload a meal.

My master is really something, he doesn't understand any social etiquette at all.

As he was muttering to himself, he didn't notice that Master Qingwei, who had just stepped out of the green belt at the edge of the train station square, suddenly changed his expression.

The old Taoist priest stopped in his tracks.

He stood at the edge of the square, his brow furrowed, a hint of disbelief flashing in his eyes.

He muttered to himself, "How is this possible—"

Then he began to pace back and forth along the edge of the square.

I walked up into the square, and then walked down into the square.

Go up, go down.

He's like a lunatic.

Early risers passing by noticed this scene and began to stare and point.

"What's that old Taoist priest doing?"

"Are you lost?"

"Doesn't look like it; it looks like they're looking for something?"

"Stop looking, stop looking, let's go!"