The Mad Warriors

When Wang Xuan was led furtively to Xia Ningshuang's office by her secretary, Xia Ningshuang seemed a little unwell. Women, after all, always have those few days when they're not feeling well.

After Xia Ningshuang's secretary left, Wang Xuan continued to look around like a thief stealing something. He took a pink-packaged sanitary napkin from his pocket and handed it to Xia Ningshuang, casually saying, "You women are so strange, this stuff even has a fragrance." Anyone would think Wang Xuan was an incredibly perverted person. What normal man would smell this stuff?

Xia Ningshuang didn't care at all what Wang Xuan said. She just stared at her half-pack of sanitary napkins with a strange look: "One is missing?" Xia Ningshuang looked at Wang Xuan with the eyes of someone looking at a pervert.

How is Wang Xuan supposed to explain this to people?

The atmosphere did seem a little awkward, but who is Wang Xuan? When it comes to shamelessness, Wang Xuan has always adhered to his principle of being shameless.

When Xia Ningshuang questioned him, Wang Xuan remained calm: "I was wiping my nose." He was so nonchalant, as if sanitary napkins were meant for wiping noses. Xia Ningshuang, of course, wouldn't fuss over such a trivial matter. She casually handed Wang Xuan an employment contract: "Take this to Zhixia. If Zhixia has no problems, you can start work tomorrow. A man who doesn't do anything is no different from a good-for-nothing."

Xia Ningshuang's words seem to be specifically directed at men.

Wang Xuan was a real man, after all. Working for a woman? Of course, he wouldn't be happy about that. Wang Xuan didn't even look down on the contract in Xia Ningshuang's hand. He turned around, walked to the door, and stopped. "A man who doesn't earn money to support his family is indeed no different from a piece of trash, but I prefer a free and independent job." After saying that, he took out his car keys from his pocket and casually tossed them to Xia Ningshuang. "You can't play with money like that. You'll just abandon your car if someone steps on it? I've washed the car for you, so just make do with it."

After Wang Xuan left, Xia Ningshuang casually threw her employment contract into the trash can. Just as she was about to throw her car keys into the trash can, she was surprised to find that Wang Xuan had put a Chibi Maruko-chan pendant on the car keys.

After leaving the huge Northern United Group, Wang Xuan found that Park Yoon-joo's company was only one kilometer away, which was within walking distance.

It was midday, the sun was blazing, and there were hardly any people on the street. Wang Xuan walked along, gazing into the distance as he searched for Park Yoon-joo's company.

Wang Xuan had just passed by a shady tree when he paid no attention to the old man under the shade. Or rather, he didn't even notice that there was a person under the shade, because his attention was focused on finding his target.

"Young man, the road is under your feet, not in front of you. Such panic will lead to mistakes."

Wang Xuan stopped in his tracks upon hearing these words, a hint of surprise in his eyes. He hadn't even noticed the old man under the shade of the tree. Looking closer, he saw a tattered cloth in front of the old man, who was sitting cross-legged, with Bagua (Eight Trigrams) printed on it. Strangely, Wang Xuan had no interest in these street charlatans; everyone knew they were all frauds.

Strangely, Wang Xuan was particularly curious about the old man and squatted down in front of his stall, asking, "If I don't go and see, how can I leave?" Wang Xuan had just echoed the old man's earlier words.

The old man slowly opened his eyes. Even though it was under the shade of the tree, Wang Xuan felt that the old man's pupils were unusually dazzling, as blinding as the blazing sun. The old man gave Wang Xuan a sense of otherworldly grace. An immortal? Impossible! How could there be immortals in this world?

The old man's spiritual power was extremely strong; just one glance at Wang Xuan gave Wang Xuan a feeling of being attacked.

The old man slowly took out several items from his pocket. The first item was a golden fishhook, the second was a copper coin, the third was a small dagger, the fourth was an ordinary stone, the fifth was a piece of fine jade, and the sixth was a black Go stone. The six items were neatly arranged on the Bagua diagram: "Choose two items."

At first, Wang Xuan thought the old man would let him choose one thing, but who knew that the old man would let him choose two things? How come this is different from what is shown on TV?

Just as Wang Xuan was about to reach for something, the old man blocked his hand with a thin bamboo hairpin: "Your right hand smells too bloody. Use your left hand to choose." Wang Xuan's face darkened instantly. He didn't just kill people with his right hand; he often killed people with his left hand as well. So why did the old man specifically say that his right hand smelled too bloody?

However, Wang Xuan suddenly looked up at the strange old man in front of him and wondered how the old man knew that there was blood on his hands.

As Wang Xuan slowly touched the ordinary stone with his left hand, he asked, "Are you a Taoist priest, sir?" In Wang Xuan's mind, this kind of old man should be from a Taoist family. The moment Wang Xuan picked up the ordinary gray stone, a strange chill pierced into his left hand, a very subtle sensation.

Holding up this seemingly ordinary stone, yet one that held a secret within, Wang Xuan couldn't help but ask the old man, "What is this thing? Why does it feel different?"

The old man, his gaze still unwavering, pointed to the remaining five items with his bamboo hairpin: "There's one more." Wang Xuan found it very strange; the old man seemed odd. Nevertheless, Wang Xuan reached out with some skepticism. When Wang Xuan picked up the black chess piece, the old man's expression changed slightly.

Wang Xuan stretched out his palms, weighing the two objects in his hands, and began to question the old man: "What meaning could there be in choosing these two items?"

But who would have thought that the old man would first question Wang Xuan: "Why did you choose these two things?" This is different from the usual fortune tellers on the street. Shouldn't the old man be the one to reveal the "secret" behind Wang Xuan's choice of these two items?

This really baffled Wang Xuan. After weighing the items a few more times, Wang Xuan said indifferently, "I'll take whatever the old man tells me to take. There's no reason why, so what?" As he said this, Wang Xuan couldn't suppress his laughter, as if he wanted to see the old man make a fool of himself.

It's obvious that Wang Xuan deliberately chose these two items randomly.

But something strange still happened. The old man's smile was even stranger than Wang Xuan's. The old man poked the black chess piece in Wang Xuan's hand with a bamboo hairpin: "Mr. Wang." Wang Xuan was terrified. He had never told the old man his surname. How did the old man guess it?

Wang Xuan was still in shock. How did this old man know that his surname was Wang?

So Wang Xuan pressed on, "How did you..." But before Wang Xuan could even ask, the old man began reciting poetry to himself!

A fleeting glimpse reveals a turning point.

[The Earth and Heaven form a plate, like a broken game board]

[A mysterious stone in the empty night startles a magpie into flight]

[Only the king's divination techniques terrify humankind]

Before Wang Xuan could understand the meaning of the poem the old man had suddenly recited, the old man seemed to have grasped something and immediately looked at Wang Xuan with satisfaction: "Does Mr. Wang Xuan have any questions?"

For the first time, Wang Xuan felt a chill run down his spine and jumped up in fright: "Damn it, who are you? You know my name just from a broken stone and a black chess piece?" Wang Xuan's scalp began to tingle. Who was this old man?

The old man remained seated under the tree as steadfastly as a rock, casually remarking, "Taoist arts."

What a Taoist technique! This old man is indeed a Taoist. At this moment, Wang Xuan could clearly sense that the old man was deliberately waiting for him here.

Wang Xuan was terribly flustered; he had never encountered anything like this in all his time in the underworld. The old man gestured for Wang Xuan to squat down with a bamboo hairpin, and Wang Xuan obediently knelt in front of the old man again. The old man used the hairpin to remove the black chess pieces, picked up the jade, and placed it in Wang Xuan's hand: "Alright, you can go now. Here's the gift for you."

What does this mean?

Wang Xuan was now full of questions. What exactly did this old man want to do?

"You deliberately chose the wrong piece just now, I was just correcting it for you." Upon hearing this, Wang Xuan's throat tightened several times. How was this old man becoming more and more mysterious? He had indeed deliberately chosen the piece. At this moment, Wang Xuan's left hand trembled slightly. What exactly was the old man's intention?

Just as Wang Xuan was about to ask the old man his name, the old man lightly rose and revealed his name: "My name is Wang Yu, also known as Tianjizi. If we are destined to meet again, we will naturally meet again, and I will naturally answer your questions and concerns when we meet again."

Strangely, Wang Xuan got up and left with a dizzy head, feeling completely lost. He was usually cautious and steady in his movements, so this was truly alarming; if he were targeted by an assassin, it would be disastrous.

Wang Xuan had only taken a few steps when he was perhaps "awakened" by the sunlight. However, despite the blazing sun, he felt extremely cold all over. It wasn't because of the old man's amazing performance, but because a genuine chill was emanating from the stone in his left hand.

Once he regained consciousness, Wang Xuan turned around to ask, "What kind of stone is this?" Unfortunately, the sidewalk and the area under the big tree in front of him were deserted, and there was hardly a soul on the sweltering road. So, did the old man fly away?

At this moment, Wang Xuan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Just what kind of immortal was this old man? He shouldn't have encountered someone like this. This isn't some fantasy movie.

Wang Xuan was left standing there, stunned, on the vast street. What had just happened seemed somewhat unreal to him. If it weren't for the stone and jade in his hand, he would have thought he was hallucinating from heatstroke.

Inside a domestically produced Hongqi car parked by the roadside, the old man nodded in satisfaction: "This lad is quite remarkable." Strangely, a middle-aged man next to the old man asked: "Are you really willing to give him the Xuan Stone? Didn't you say it wasn't the right time yet? You seem rather impatient, Tianjizi."

"Return!" Wang Yu simply uttered a single word.

At this moment, Wang Xuan was completely bewildered, having no idea what kind of wild deity he had encountered.

Although the old man seemed a bit mysterious, Wang Xuan quickly figured it out.

"This old man is 100% from some official department, so it's normal that he knows my name." Wang Xuan's analysis seemed quite reasonable.

Wang Xuan was absolutely certain that with his sensitive status, it would be impossible for him to return to the country without being monitored. However, he wondered what department this mysterious old man belonged to, why he was contacting him, and why he was giving him a stone and a piece of jade—what was his purpose?