Volume 1: Small Characters Chapter 139: Feathers Radiating Golden Light

  Seeing several people who saw the disturbance wanting to run away, Lin San lifted his foot and was about to chase after them.

  Zi Yun Dao stretched out his hand and stopped Lin San, lightly sighing: "Don't chase them, let them go."

  Lin San furrowed his brow slightly: "Dao Zhang, what's going on here?"

  Zi Yun Dao Chang glanced at Lin San and slightly shook his head: "The young man from just now was my former disciple."

  "Huh?" Lin San was stunned: "Apprentice?"

  "20 years ago, on a winter day, I went down the mountain to buy food. On my way back, I rescued a little boy who was squatting by the roadside with his face turning purple from the cold, and his hands and feet had lost all sensation. I took pity on him and brought him to the Phoenix Temple. After treating him with herbal medicine, he quickly recovered. When I asked him about himself, I found out that he was an orphan whose parents had died in a car accident just a few days ago. Seeing that he was quite clever, I took him as my apprentice and gave him the name Chen Yifeng. At first, Chen Yifeng was very diligent, helping me clean the temple every day and reciting Taoist scriptures with me at night... but..."

  "But what?" Lin San was listening with interest, and didn't expect Ziyun Daochang to stop.

  Zi Yun Dao calmed down and continued, "Ten years later, Chen Yi Feng couldn't bear the quiet life here anymore. On a dark night, he secretly left the mountain. At that time, I even went down the mountain to look for him, but unfortunately didn't find him."

  Lin San hesitated for a moment before suddenly asking: "Your disciple came this time and said you had to hand over the treasure box? What is the treasure box?"

  Zi Yun Dao Chang was stunned for a long time before saying, "I don't have any treasure box at all."

  "But you're his apprentice..." Lin San wanted to ask further.

  "I'm tired and need a rest," said Ziyun Daochang before leaving the hall.

  Looking at the purple cloud road, Lin San's eyebrows were tightly furrowed as he watched the distant figure leave.

  ……

  Inside the bedroom.

  Zi Yun Dao Chang sat at the head of the bed, staring blankly at a small wooden box in his hand.

  For a long time...

  Zi Yun Dao let out a long sigh and gently opened the box lid with his hand.

  A ray of golden light burst out of the box and illuminated the entire bedroom with an extraordinary brightness.

  Zi Yun Dao Chang reached into the box and pulled out a golden feather, with circles of golden light flashing from it.

  "What is this thing?" Lin San suddenly appeared in the bedroom and stretched out his hand to snatch the feather from Zi Yun Dao Chang's hand.

  Zi Yun Dao Chang was shocked and then rushed towards Lin San: "Return my feathers!"

  Lin San waved his hand and a green light screen suddenly appeared in front of him.

  "Bang!" With a loud noise, Ziyun Daozhang crashed into the blue light screen and was thrown into mid-air, "Clang!" He fell onto a table.

  Since the cyan light screen was released, Lin San has not responded to Zi Yun Dao Chang, but instead held the feather and looked at it carefully. The feathers kept jumping in Lin San's palm, and the scattered golden light kept hitting his hand.

  Zi Yun Dao struggled to get up from the table, looking at Lin San with a frightened gaze: "You... what are you?"

  Lin San stared at the feather with a dead gaze, suddenly furrowed his brow, and stretched out his hand to slap the feather.

  "Don't!" Zi Yun Dao Chang exclaimed: "This is a phoenix feather, you can't destroy it..."

  "Huh?" Lin San was stunned, stopping his hand that was about to strike, and looked up at the purple-robed Taoist: "What did you just say? Is this a phoenix feather?"

  "I..." Zi Yun Dao hesitated, opening and closing his mouth, with a hesitant expression.

  Lin San's face sank, and he made a gesture as if he was about to slap down again.

  "Halt!" Zi Yun shouted loudly: "That's right, this is indeed a phoenix feather!"

  Lin San narrowed his eyes: "Why are you so sure it's a phoenix feather?"

  "This...," Zi Yun Dao said with a deep sigh: "It was my master who told me."

  Lin San slowly lifted his hand off the feather and said faintly: "Tell me in more detail."

  Zi Yun Dao swept a glance at Lin San: "When my master was dying, he handed me a small wooden box and said that it contained the feathers of a phoenix. He told me to take good care of it. At first, I didn't believe that the box really held the feathers of a phoenix, but when I opened the lid and saw the golden light radiating from the feathers, I was instantly stunned..."

  "How could a phoenix's feather appear in the mortal world?" Lin San furrowed his brow.

  Zi Yun Dao shook his head: "I don't know about this, I've said all I need to say. Can you return my feather now?"

  "Return it to you?" Lin Sanle smiled: "Dao Chang, this feather is really wasted on you, let me take care of it instead."

  "What?" Ziyun Dao's eyes widened suddenly: "I absolutely won't give you the feather!" After speaking, he pounced at Lin San again. "Bang!" With a loud noise, Ziyun Dao was bounced back by the light screen in front of Lin San.

  Lin San smiled slightly: "I advise you to be more conservative, lest you suffer physical pain."

  "What kind of person are you?" Zi Yun Daozhang looked particularly disheveled at this moment, his hair was messy, his Taoist robe was torn, his beard had fallen off more than half, and his face was abnormally swollen and bruised, with a trickle of blood still flowing from the corner of his mouth.

  "What kind of person am I?" Lin San's wrist shook, and the feathers vanished into thin air. A strand of green silk instantly pierced the center of Zi Yun Dao Zhang's brow.

  Zi Yun Dao's body suddenly stiffened and he fell directly to the ground, fainting.

  Lin San put Zi Yun Dao Chang on the bed and had him lie down, then turned around and left Feng Huang Temple.

  It's daytime now.

  "Hmm..." Ziyun Dao said, slowly opening his eyes and sitting up from bed. He looked down and saw: "Huh? Why am I wearing my Daoist robe to sleep? And why is it torn? Ah..." Ziyun Dao suddenly clutched his forehead and cried out in pain: "Why does my head hurt so much?"

  It wasn't until half an hour later that the dizziness gradually disappeared.

  "Alas..." Ziyun Daozhang let out a light sigh: "What's wrong with me?" After catching his breath, Ziyun Daozhang got down from bed, washed up, and went straight to the main hall to study Taoist scriptures. From start to finish, Ziyun Daozhang didn't recall Lin San stealing the feather at all.

  Before Lin San left, he used his immortal technique to erase the memories of Ziyun Daozhang for the past few days. Even if Ziyun Daozhang discovered that the feather was lost later, he would not remember that it was taken by Lin San.

  ……

  Lanxi City

  Dingsheng Group 27th floor.

  Lin San sat on a chair, staring blankly at a feather radiating golden light on the desktop.

  Half response.

  Lin San stretched out a finger and gently poked the feather.

  The feathers did not react.

  Lin San's eyebrows furrowed, he stretched out his finger and flicked it, a strand of green silk instantly pierced the feather.

  The next scene shocked Lin San, and he saw that the feathers lightly shook, a golden light directly shattered the green silk, turning into tiny stars and disappearing in the air.

  "There's a bit of skill involved." Lin Thirty's fingers flew in rapid succession, countless strands of green silk shooting swiftly towards the feather needle.

  The feathers seemed to have gained spiritual intelligence, constantly emitting golden light that shattered all the incoming green silk.

  "Awesome!" Lin San stopped his attack and reached out to grab the feather.

  The feather in Lin San's hand suddenly became larger and smaller, and he actually wanted to escape.

  Lin San smiled and said, "Indeed, it's not an ordinary feather. This time I've really picked up a great bargain." As for the origin of this feather, Lin San was actually very suspicious and did not completely confirm that it was a phoenix feather. However, Lin San was very clear that this feather was absolutely not an ordinary object.

  After playing with it for a while, Lin San directly put the feather into the storage ring and then took out a pile of documents to review. With Gu Jialan not around, all the responsibilities of the company fell on Lin San's shoulders alone.

  It wasn't until late in the evening after work that all the backlogged documents were finally approved.

  Lin San stretched his waist, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and started smoking.

  "Buzz, buzz, buzz..." The phone started vibrating.

  He spat out a mouthful of smoke and picked up his phone, putting it to his ear: "Hello? Who is this?"

  "Lin Keqing, it's me, Han Yulong." A bright and cheerful laughter came from the phone.

  "Oh, it's Director Han, what's up? Has Dragon Team run into another tricky situation?" Lin San asked with a crooked smile.

  "What? No, the Dragon Group has been very peaceful recently, and nothing troublesome has happened." Han Yulong hastily explained: "I don't know if you have time tomorrow, Lin Keqing?"

  Lin San stretched out his hand and flicked off the cigarette ash: "What's up?"

  "Oh, someone wants to meet you." Han Yulung said straightforwardly without hiding anything.

  "Who is it?" Lin San asked.

  "This...". Han Yulung hesitated for a moment: "Lin Keqing, let me keep you in suspense, and you'll know tomorrow."

  "It's still quite mysterious, when is tomorrow?" Lin San extinguished the cigarette butt and threw it directly into the ashtray.

  "Tomorrow afternoon." Han Yulung replied: "I'll go pick you up early..."

  Lin San picked up his tea cup and took a few sips: "Alright, nothing's wrong, I'm hanging up." After that, Lin San ended the call.

  It was already completely dark by then.

  Lin San put on his coat and left the office.

  The next morning, Han Yulong drove a Mercedes-Benz to the front of the Ding Sheng Group building, turned off the engine, and took out his mobile phone to call Lin San.

  "Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable, please try again later..." a pleasant female voice came from the phone.

  Han Yulong furrowed his brow: "The phone is actually turned off?" There was no way, Han Yulong could only sit in the car and wait.

  Time is passing minute by minute and second by second.

  Half an hour later, Han Yulong picked up his mobile phone and dialed Lin San again, still switched off.

  Another hour later, Han Yulong dialed Lin San's number again, but still couldn't get through.

  "Damn it!" Han Yulong couldn't help but blurt out a curse: "What the hell is Lin Keqing doing?!" After hesitating for a moment, Han Yulong got out of the car and walked straight towards the Ding Sheng Group building.

  A security guard reached out and stopped Han Yulong, politely saying: "Sir, what can I do for you?"

  "I'm looking for your Vice President Lin." Before Lin San joined the Dragon Group, Han Yulong had already investigated Lin San's background thoroughly.