Chapter 234 - 102 [I’m Actually Pretty Awesome, Right...] (11000 words)
Chapter 102: "I’m Actually Quite Amazing, Right..." (11000 words)
Dang! Dang! Dang!
Chen Yan squatted next to the iron container, lightly tapping it with a stick.
The iron container was sealed, with the lid welded shut—and not just the lid, even the base was welded to the concrete floor.
Chen Yan frowned, using his Qi Observation Skill to examine the container, silently calculating the Destiny Cycle in his mind while also considering the Celestial Spirits and Earthly Fiends Eight Trigrams Directions.
Chu Keqing whispered beside him, "Senior, the position of this container is a bit strange."
Chen Yan nodded, speaking seriously, "This place is heavy with Yin Qi, and in this building, this spot is the Sha position of the building..."
Chu Keqing stared at the container, looking it over repeatedly, "I wonder what’s inside..."
She shook her head, "I can’t tell... but I can feel that whatever is inside gives me a creepy and disgusted feeling."
Chen Yan squinted, remaining silent, yet he seemed to be deep in thought.
Chu Keqing glanced at the senior, then slowly squatted down next to him, "Senior, how about... we take it back with us?"
"No, let’s wait here for a while." Chen Yan shook his head, "The main character hasn’t arrived yet."
Chu Keqing was stunned, "The main character?"
Chen Yan nodded, "Yes... the main character."
He stared at the iron container and said slowly, "Just from that guy’s cheap tricks, pretending to be mystical to scare people, he’s not qualified to play with something of this level..."
Chu Keqing’s eyes sharpened, "Senior... do you... recognize this iron container?"
"Didn’t recognize it before, but now I do." Chen Yan sighed, "This is a magical artifact for refining objects."
He slowly stood up, then pulled Chu Keqing a few steps back.
Chen Yan raised his right hand, extending his thumb.
He aimed at the iron container... and finally put his hand down.
Chen Yan thought for a moment, then turned to Chu Keqing seriously, "Xiaochu..."
Chu Keqing retorted, "Senior, you promised to call me Keqing."
"Alright, Keqing." Chen Yan adapted immediately, smiling, "Um... you should go back."
Chu Keqing was stunned, "Me? Go back?"
"Yes, you go back." Chen Yan’s tone became serious, "Leave now."
Chu Keqing looked into Chen Yan’s eyes, understanding, "Senior thinks... my abilities are too weak, and I’ll be a hindrance here later?"
"Partly, yes."
Chen Yan did not avoid the topic, "The person coming here next is the real owner of this altar. His abilities are far beyond that guy who just manipulated the paper puppets. The upcoming scene is not something you can handle. Staying here would only make you a cheerleader, which doesn’t help much."
Chu Keqing bit her lip, a trace of unwillingness flashed in her eyes, but she quickly smiled, exhaled, and said softly, "Senior is worried about my safety, I understand."
She was not only smart but also decisive in her actions, immediately nodding, "Then I will follow your advice and leave now."
"Yes, go wait for me at Huang Mingyi’s dojo." Chen Yan thought for a moment, "I should be back by dawn."
"Is there anything I can do to help, Senior?"
Chen Yan thought seriously, "Prepare breakfast for me. I want fish fillet congee and fried eggs. The fried eggs should be sunny-side up, with a soft yolk—yes, two."
Chu Keqing: "..."
Although her expression was odd, Chen Yan’s words put her at ease—being able to joke about such things, Senior Chen must be very confident, right?
"Okay! I’ll personally make the fried eggs." Chu Keqing smiled and agreed, leaving decisively.
She knew very well that this senior had an unusual personality. If she insisted on staying out of loyalty and made a fuss, it might only trigger Chen Yan’s displeasure.
After Chu Keqing left, Chen Yan simply sat next to the iron container, sitting quietly for a while.
Soon, he picked up the stick in his hand, rhythmically tapping on the iron container, humming along with the rhythm.
"Yellow Wind Ridge, eight hundred miles, all with rats brandishing giant rifles~
Ha... this time back, I’ll need to find a way to clear this game, damn God Erlang is too hard to beat..."
Chen Yan sang and hummed to himself...
Who knows how much time passed, but suddenly his ears perked up!
From downstairs, a clear sound of footsteps could be heard!
Chen Yan took a deep breath, stood up from the ground, and patted the dust off his hands.
As he looked towards the entrance to the third-floor stairs, an old man’s silhouette slowly appeared.
As soon as the figure appeared, Chen Yan felt a sharp gaze intensely focused on him!
"Youngster, are you the one occupying my Ghost Nurturing Body altar?" The aged voice carried a ghostly chill.
Chen Yan fixed his gaze on the old man, then grinned, "Let me guess... you must be Elder Zhong?"
The old man chuckled coldly, "Correct, I am Zhong Hongliang!"
Chen Yan stared at him, then smirked, shaking his head slowly, "Wrong, if you’re Zhong Hongliang, then I must be the Governor of Port City!"
He struck the iron container behind him with his stick.
Dang!
As the stick landed on the iron container, Chen Yan looked at the old man, "You definitely aren’t Zhong Hongliang. Zhong Hongliang is just one of your puppets, right? So, where did you come from, old ghost? Possessing a human body to do evil here?"