Lin Beichen smiled faintly, "We'll talk when you've got it sorted."
But inside, he thought, given the identity of a Red Turban Army leader, getting a passport and visa won't be easy.
...
After the bonfire party, everyone went back for a rest, exhausted.
The next morning, excitement was written all over everyone's face, as they were about to leave this dangerous place and return to their homeland.
At 9:50 in the morning, Lin Beichen received a call from Ambassador Fan, the plane was about to land, and they should get ready.
Ao Du led the Red Turban Army in an early withdrawal, and didn't forget to say to Lin Beichen, "Master, once I've handled the paperwork, I'll come find you in Huaxia."
Lin Beichen responded ambiguously, but Ao Du didn't notice the deeper meaning, just foolishly smiled and left.
Soon after, three helicopters landed in the factory, everyone cheered with joy and boarded the aircraft.
Rachel walked up to Lin Beichen, "I'm waiting for you to get on the plane together."
She wanted to continue the conversation from last night on the airplane.
Lin Beichen didn't say much, waiting until everyone boarded before he and Rachel also boarded the plane.
Leng Feng leaned over and quietly asked, "Lin Beichen, does Rachel have an interest in you? She keeps staring at you."
Lin Beichen glanced at Leng Feng, since when did this guy become so perceptive?
He joked, "Staring means interest, huh? Then Han Zuan used to stare at you too!"
"That's different, Han Zuan was looking to pick a fight with me." Leng Feng argued.
"Maybe that's what Rachel's doing too!" Lin Beichen said with a laugh, a sly glint in his eye.
Leng Feng was momentarily at a loss for words, the jest from Lin Beichen left him unable to counter.
He was about to speak when Rachel was suddenly standing beside them.
"Can I swap seats with you?" Rachel asked Leng Feng bluntly.
Leng Feng was stunned, looked at Rachel, then at Lin Beichen, before quickly nodding, and jokingly patting Lin Beichen's shoulder.
Rachel swapped seats to sit next to Lin Beichen and directly asked, "Lin Beichen, have you thought about the question I asked last night?"
Lin Beichen coughed lightly, slowly opening his mouth: "You're quite persistent."
"No sidetracking, just say directly, do you agree or not?" Rachel stared at Lin Beichen, her tone firm.
Lin Beichen sighed, "We Huaxia have an ancient saying, 'Cultivate oneself, organize the family, govern the nation, bring peace to the world.' Cultivation comes first, then family affairs. As someone who practices cultivation, my Daoist skill is incomplete, how can I talk about matters of love?"
Rachel shook her head blankly, "I don't understand."
Lin Beichen helplessly said, "It means, I need to cultivate myself first before considering other matters. Do you understand now?"
Rachel became even more confused, "What does your cultivation have to do with me being your girlfriend?"
Lin Beichen was speechless, everything he said seemed completely misunderstood.
"Never mind, we'll talk later, I'm tired, let me rest for a bit." Lin Beichen waved dismissively, closing his eyes.
Rachel saw and didn't ask further, silently sitting beside him, watching out the window as the airplane gradually lifted.
She thought, there's plenty of time in the future, no rush for now.
But just as she closed her eyes preparing to rest, a sudden "boom" sounded, the plane shook violently.
Everyone panicked, cries of alarm rang out continuously.
Lin Beichen instantly opened his eyes, sharply asking the pilot what happened.
After learning that the plane came under attack, he immediately commanded an emergency landing.
But the plane was severely damaged and eventually crashed to the ground, leaving everyone with various degrees of injury.
Lin Beichen kicked open the cabin door, rescuing the survivors.
Rachel was trapped in her seat, Lin Beichen strained to free her.
However, right after they escaped the plane wreckage, they saw the mercenaries' tank approaching them.
Lin Beichen shouted "Run," pulling Rachel to swiftly escape.
They ran to a building front as the plane wreck was hit by a shell, the explosion echoing loudly.
The group was in chaos, Lin Beichen angrily ordered them to be quiet and began searching for an escape route.
He found a bungalow to the east that might serve as a hiding place, leading everyone there.
Inside the bungalow, Lin Beichen assigned Leng Feng and others to set up defenses while he prepared to deal with the mercenaries.
Rachel looked at him worriedly, "You don't want to come in?"
Lin Beichen smiled, "I need to deal with those mercenaries."
Though not fond of these people, since he took the money, he had to ensure their safety.
For the million-dollar reward, Lin Beichen would do whatever necessary today to guarantee their safety.
"But could this be dangerous?" Rachel watched Lin Beichen with concern, but before she finished speaking, Lin Beichen interrupted urgently.
"Rachel, don't worry. Quickly get inside and hide well. Otherwise, people might think you're filming a movie holding onto that iron bar." Lin Beichen said lightly, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.
After that, he walked to the side, bent down to pick up a steel rod, and started quickly sketching complicated patterns on the ground previously sprinkled with Leng Feng's Malachite powder.
Malachite powder, a peculiar stone material with Yin properties, was the key material he used to gather Yin Qi and set up an Array.
With the Array completed, Lin Beichen discarded the steel rod, swiftly made sealing gestures with his hands, muttered under his breath, and began chanting ancient spells.
"Taiyin Huagai, Earth Gate and Heaven Gate, Ming Hall Sitting and Lying, Hidden Concealment..."
As the last incantation fell, a glint flashed in Lin Beichen's eye, he waved his hand fiercely, and the Array on the ground erupted with azure-blue light.
Soon afterward, the bungalow was lightly shrouded by a pale gray mist, everything around became hazy and mysterious, as if obscured by some unknown force.
"Lin Beichen, what kind of Array is this you've set up?" Leng Feng curiously examined the gradually blurring scene around them, unable to resist asking.
"This is just a Blinding Technique to make people unable to see this place clearly." Lin Beichen explained indifferently, "I used the Yin Qi here to lay the Array, letting this house hover between Yin and Yang. This way, even if those mercenaries find us, they absolutely won't see us."
His words exuded a calm and confident demeanor, as if everything was under his control.
Leng Feng nodded after hearing this, his admiration for Lin Beichen increased a bit.
"So what should we do next?" Leng Feng looked at Lin Beichen, waiting for orders.
Lin Beichen furrowed his brow, contemplated for a moment, and slowly spoke: "The mercenaries' leader should be that guy called 'Old Man.' We need to find a way to take him down first, then it will be easier to handle the rest."
He planned to personally seek and subdue 'Old Man,' while Leng Feng would cover him.
However, just as he planned to take out some talismans for Leng Feng for protection, he suddenly discovered his pocket was empty.
Only then did he remember, all his talismans were taken by Ao Du.
"That bastard!"
Lin Beichen couldn't help but curse under his breath.
But given the urgency, he had no time to pursue the matter further, choosing instead to put it aside temporarily.
"What's the matter, Lin Beichen?"
Leng Feng noticed Lin Beichen's changed expression and asked with concern.
"It's nothing."
Lin Beichen took a deep breath, calming himself down.
His gaze landed on Leng Feng's clothes, "Take off your clothes."
"Take off my clothes? Why?" Leng Feng asked perplexedly, staring at Lin Beichen, unsure of his intent.
But Lin Beichen offered no further explanation, simply urging, "Quick, take them off, don't ask questions."
Though unwilling, Leng Feng complied with Lin Beichen's request to take off his clothes.
Lin Beichen took the clothes, quickly drew a series of mysterious symbols on them.
"Put on this jacket, it will protect you." Lin Beichen handed the jacket, now inscribed with talismans, back to Leng Feng.
Leng Feng wore the jacket, immediately feeling the mystical energy emanating from it, his suspicion vanished.
Carefully sneaking close to the rampaging mercenaries using the factory's obstacles, the pair moved cautiously.
At this moment, the mercenaries were rampaging within the factory, driving tanks indiscriminately, shells bursting around them, flames soaring, debris and stones raining down like drops.