Jackie Chan: The Supreme Sorcerer, invited by his father to come out of seclusion.

Chapter 123 Tracking Xiaoyu! Ghostly Queen?

"underground?"

Jackie Chan's brows furrowed; he wasn't one of those demons who could burrow into the ground.

"That's right."

Dad put the magnifying glass on the table, and the lens hit the wood with a "thud"!

"That King of the Night likes to hide his palace underground, away from the light of day, just like his shady dealings."

"So how do we get down? We can't exactly dig a hole, can we?"

Jackie Chan gestured as if he were digging, but he didn't really want to dig.

The old man rolled his eyes at Jackie Chan and said irritably:

"Do you think your father's a pangolin? Digging burrows?! Use magic, magic!"

He tapped the table, emphasizing,

"Tracking magic, understand?"

Jackie Chan scratched his head, looking bewildered.

"Tracking magic? But where are we supposed to find Xiaoyu's scent? She's not here right now."

"Oh dear, you really are..."

The old man sighed in exasperation, then dragged a wooden box from behind the counter, the box covered in a layer of dust.

He slammed the box down on the table with a bang, making all the bottles and jars on the table tremble.

The old man opened the box, which was piled up haphazardly with all sorts of things: dried herbs, strangely colored stones, and some bones whose contents were unrecognizable. He rummaged through it for a while, muttering to himself:

"This isn't...this isn't either...oh dear, where is it?"

Tru watched from the side, not daring to breathe too loudly, for fear of disturbing his father.

Finally, Dad pulled a small rag doll from the bottom of the box. The doll's clothes had a crooked "jade" character embroidered on them.

"Found it!"

He held up the doll and waved it triumphantly at Jackie Chan.

"This is a toy that Xiaoyu used to have when she was little. It must have her scent on it."

Jackie Chan leaned over and sniffed, but couldn't smell anything other than dust.

"Dad, it's been so many years, does it still work?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

His father glared at him.

"When has Dad's magic ever failed?"

He placed the doll in a copper basin, then took several bottles and jars from the shelf and poured various powders and liquids into the basin.

As his father stirred, a pungent smell wafted from the basin, causing Jackie Chan to back away.

"Dad, what... what's this smell?"

Jackie Chan pinched his nose and asked.

"Shut up, don't bother Dad!"

The old man said without looking up.

"This is the trigger for the tracking magic, which will allow us to find Xiaoyu."

As the old man chanted his incantation, the liquid in the basin began to bubble and its color deepened until it turned into a strange purplish-black.

"alright!"

The old man brought the basin to Jackie Chan.

"Put your hand in."

Jackie Chan looked at the dark, murky thing in the pot and felt uneasy, but he still gritted his teeth and put his hand in.

"hiss……"

A chilling sensation instantly spread throughout his body, and Jackie Chan couldn't help but shiver.

"Don't move!"

The old man scolded,

"Now, repeat the incantation after me..."

The old man started chanting a strange incantation, and Jackie Chan tried to follow along, but his tongue seemed to be tied in knots, and he couldn't get the words out smoothly.

"Oh dear, how stupid!"

The old man stomped his feet in anger.

"Forget it, Dad will do it himself!"

He took a deep breath and chanted the incantation again. This time, the purplish-black liquid in the basin began to swirl, forming a small vortex. The vortex spun faster and faster, until finally...

"Whoosh"

With a thud, it transformed into a streak of purplish-black light and flew out of the window of Old Man's antique shop.

"Quick, keep up!"

The old man shouted and rushed out first.

Jackie Chan and Tru quickly followed.

The purplish-black light traced an eerie arc in the air as it flew towards the outskirts of the city.

The three of them ran wildly, closely following the beam of light.

The light finally stopped before a desolate ruin.

"here?"

Jackie Chan looked at the dilapidated scene before him, somewhat puzzled.

"How did Xiaoyu end up in a place like this?"

The old man didn't answer; he stared intently at the ground, as if searching for something.

Suddenly, he pointed to a dark hole in the ruins and said:

"This is it, get off!"

Jackie Chan peered into the cave, but it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything.

"Dad, is it...is it safe down there?"

"Stop talking nonsense and get down here!"

"Dad urged."

Jackie Chan had no choice but to comply. He'd barely pulled his hand away, the chilling aura still lingering, when he hurriedly followed his father out, with Tru following closely behind. The purplish-black light seemed to have eyes, meandering and finally stopping in front of a dilapidated factory.

"This place is so eerie, why would Xiaoyu come here?"

Jackie Chan rubbed his arms, getting goosebumps.

The old man ignored him, staring intently at the ground. Following his father's gaze, Jackie Chan also saw the dark entrance in the ruins.

"Oh well, I have to crawl through the hole again."

Jackie Chan sighed resignedly and was the first to crouch down and crawl inside.

The cave was even more eerie than the outside. Not only was it pitch black, but it also reeked of a strange, indescribable odor, like something that had been rotting for a long time. Jackie Chan forced himself to endure the nausea and groped his way forward.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The Black Hand returned to headquarters in disgrace. Valon was adjusting his comical wizard robes in front of the mirror, muttering curses under his breath:

"Holy Lord, you old bastard, why do you insist on making me wear this thing? It makes me look like a woman!"

"Fool, that's a symbol of a wizard!"

The Holy Lord in the mirror rolled his eyes and spoke in a shrill voice.

"Where's the Spellbook? Have you got it yet?"

Black Tiger Afu, with a mournful face, pointed to the wounds on his body:

"No... Jackie Chan messed things up again."

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

The Holy Lord roared, his voice so loud it made the mirrors vibrate.

"That girl Xiaoyu must have been taken to that guy Ye's palace! You bunch of idiots, hurry up and chase after her!"

Enraged, Shendu decided to take matters into his own hands. A flash of red light appeared in the mirror, and Shendu's figure vanished, replaced by a distorted black shadow. The shadow rapidly expanded, emerging from the mirror, circling in the air a few times, and then...

"Whoosh"

With a thud, it flew off in a certain direction.

The dark shadow swept across the city, past skyscrapers, and finally stopped above a pile of ruins.

This ruin is the place where Jackie Chan and his team previously tracked the purplish-black light.

The dark figure slowly descended through the air, gradually revealing the Holy Lord's form. He surveyed his surroundings, his gaze icy.

"Hmph, that guy Ye, he really did hide the palace in this godforsaken place."

The Holy Lord landed on the ground and walked straight to the dark hole in the ruins. Without the slightest hesitation, he jumped down.

Inside the cave was a winding passage. The walls on both sides of the passage were carved with all sorts of strange patterns, some of them were hideous demons, some were twisted and struggling humans, and some were symbols that were hard to name.

The Holy Lord walked along the passage, the surrounding air growing colder and colder, mixed with the sounds of ghosts wailing and howling.

"Hmph, a mere trick."

The Holy Lord snorted coldly, not taking them seriously at all.

At the end of the passage was a massive stone gate. Carved on the gate was a huge demon head, its eyes gleaming with an eerie red light.

The Holy Lord walked to the stone gate, stretched out his hand, and placed it on the forehead of the demon's head.

"Click click click..."

A screeching sound rang out, and the stone door slowly opened.

Behind the door was a vast underground space. In the very center of the space stood a magnificent palace.

The palace is built entirely of black rock, and its surface is covered with all sorts of strange patterns.

The top of the palace is a huge circular dome, inlaid with countless glittering gems, like stars in the night sky.

"This place is more impressive than I imagined."

The Holy Lord spoke to himself.

He stepped into the palace. The main hall was empty, with only rows of huge stone pillars supporting the entire dome.

The Holy Lord walked to the center of the hall and looked up at the dome. He could feel a powerful dark force slowly emanating from the dome.

"It seems that Ye has sealed all his power within this palace."

A glint of greed flashed in the Holy Lord's eyes.

"If only I could obtain this power..."

Just then, a light footstep sound came from the back of the hall.

The Holy Lord suddenly turned around, his gaze piercing:

"Who?!"

In the darkness, a small figure slowly emerged.

It's Xiaoyu!!!

(End of this chapter)