I stormed down the mountain, took down all the big shots in the city, and the female CEO dragged me

Behind Mingdai Mountain, dark clouds covered the setting sun.

An ordinary SUV turned from the wide asphalt road onto a side road, with trees on both sides flashing past the car window.

"Mr. Mori, the ancient tomb and the dragon vein are just ahead."

The short man sitting in the back, dressed in casual clothes without any logos and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, pointed to the seat in front.

"Since the last incident, the ancient tomb has been investigated by special personnel, and it is protected by soldiers."

There are patrols wherever there's a dragon vein.

"Most of them live in Taoist temples halfway up the mountain."

Mori sat upright to the side, exuding a chilling aura, his cold gaze fixed on the Taoist temple hidden in the distant woods, where only the rooftop was visible.

"My brother and Haruki-kun died here?"

The man with gold-rimmed glasses nodded: "According to the information we received, it's here."

Mori clenched his fists, making a cracking sound, but the man with the gold-rimmed glasses was not intimidated by his imposing manner and calmly looked ahead.

"Mr. Huang, we can't get any further ahead."

The driver offered a suggestion, to which the man with the wire-rimmed glasses nodded indifferently: "Just stop up ahead."

The car stopped, and Mori got out, gazing at the mountain ridge where the dragon vein was located in the distance.

"A small mountain range has claimed the lives of two geniuses from my great Chrysanthemum Kingdom. It's truly heartbreaking."

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses glanced at Moriichi, then looked at the old man wearing a fisherman's hat beside him.

"Can you feel anything?"

The old man in the fisherman's hat nodded: "A great battle once took place here; I can even smell the lightning striking the ground."

The old man squinted slightly, as if he had witnessed the scene that day.

"Using the human body as the wick, the purple lightning descended from the heavens, breaking the dragon-slaying formation."

This person is no ordinary individual.

He slowly opened his eyes: "I heard that this was done by one person, it's simply unbelievable."

In all my years of life, I've never heard of such a thing; I'd like to meet this person.

"It's just a rumor."

Mori said angrily, "How could one person possibly break our carefully laid plan?"

I don't believe that nonsense.

"You Chinese people have always liked to exaggerate; you can't be trusted."

"However, it is a fact that my brother and Haruki-kun died here."

He abruptly turned to the man with the wire-rimmed glasses: "Have you checked Xu Yuan's information?"

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses didn't speak, but only glanced at the old man in the fisherman's hat beside him.

"His name is Xu Yuan, and he is said to be only eighteen years old, but I don't quite believe it."

He has already returned to Mingdai from the capital.

"I know all of that," Mori said impatiently.

"If he hadn't gone back to Mingdai, I wouldn't have come here directly."

The old man was about to speak when he saw Senichi suddenly kneel down on the ground, and he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

Mori was muttering to himself, humming a mournful melody from the Chrysanthemum Kingdom, as if he were mourning his deceased brothers and friends.

The old man and the man with gold-rimmed glasses exchanged a glance but did not disturb him.

After Moriichi's strange memorial service ended, he slowly stood up, his eyes fixed on the distant mountain ridge. He took a step and his body shot out, lightly touching the tree trunk with his toes in the air, jumping even higher, as if floating in mid-air.

"That is?"

A hint of surprise flashed across the calm face of the man with gold-rimmed glasses, and he raised his hand to push up the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Lightness skill?"

"It can fly?"

He knew something about Mori's abilities, otherwise he wouldn't have cooperated with him.

I knew he was good, but after seeing his demonstration firsthand, I realized how powerful he was.

The old man in the fisherman's hat showed a fleeting look of shock in his eyes, and his fingers behind his back rubbed together slightly.

"It's not light-body skill, it's a kind of qigong from their Chrysanthemum Kingdom."

It doesn't really belong to them; it was passed down from us.

"I didn't expect you to have mastered it. This person is not to be underestimated."

"How about comparing with you?" The man with gold-rimmed glasses stared intently at Mori's figure as he leaped through the air several times, his figure gradually shrinking until it completely disappeared behind the ridge.

The old man in the fisherman's hat shook his head helplessly: "He's above me."

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses smiled almost imperceptibly: "Looks like we made the right choice in bringing him here."

"He will also serve as a safeguard for us during the sacrificial ceremony at Honghu Mountain in a few days."

The old man in the fisherman's hat wanted to persuade the man with the gold-rimmed glasses not to cooperate with the people of Chrysanthemum Country.

But seeing his expectant look, he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

Mori appeared at the steepest part of the ridge. It was already dark, and most people wouldn't notice a living person there.

He walked around the area and could still see the stone tower that had been built by people he had asked to make his wish that day.

Reaching the center, he took a deep sniff, as if he could smell his younger brother's scent. He slowly squatted down, his fingers touching a patch of scorched earth.

He scooped up some soil, brought it to his nose, and his sinister eyes became bloodshot.

"I wish I would kill you."

"Little brother, wait, your brother will avenge you."

Tear him to pieces, grind his bones to dust.

Mori took a jar out of his pocket and carefully scooped up some soil from the ground and put it inside.

His younger brother died in a foreign land, and his remains were never found. He wanted to take them back and bury them properly.

"Who is it?"

Suddenly, footsteps were heard, and two beams of light shone on Moriichi's face.

He remained crouched in place, continuing his actions as if he had known all along that someone was coming.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

Qingzhen and Qingxuan approached him step by step with flashlights, loudly inquiring about his origins.

There were guards at the foot of the mountain, yet some people went up the mountain undetected.

"The Taoist priests in your temple?"

Mori put the jar away and carefully placed it in his backpack. He then stood up and looked at the two people who were walking towards him.

Judging from their attire, one could immediately guess their identities as Qingzhen and Qingxuan.

"People from the Chrysanthemum Country?"

When Qingzhen heard his accent, her pupils suddenly contracted.

He knew best why the people from Chrysanthemum Country had appeared here.

"How did you get up here?"

Qingzhen stalled for time, signaling Qingxuan to quickly call for help.

Mori seemed not to hear his question, and approached them on his own, asking in a low voice, "Did you witness what happened here that day?"

"Were you involved too?"

Sensing the murderous aura emanating from Moriichi, Kiyoma instinctively took two steps back.

Before Qingzhen could reply, Mori suddenly attacked: "You all deserve to die."

Kiyoshi waved the flashlight in his hand in front of Moriichi's face, but Moriichi was unaffected and grabbed Kiyoshi's neck.

Qingzhen struggled and resisted, but he stopped breathing completely in just three seconds.

Upon seeing this, Qingxuan shouted loudly, only to feel a chill down his spine. He rolled twice on the ground and then fell silent.

After dealing with the two men, Mori acted as if nothing had happened. With a stomp of his foot, the tree branches swayed, and he disappeared into the night like a black dot.

A minute later, the car at the foot of the mountain started and drove toward the main road.