Dragon flies

  July 24, 2008

  The whistle of the "Duke of Windsor" sounded a long blast, and under the tow of three tugboats, it slowly docked at the pier. A brass band played a welcoming tune. Some media reporters carrying cameras and other equipment squeezed onto the pier, ready to rush towards the passengers disembarking from the gangway. Standing on the highest deck, Yi Chen's body felt a bit soft as he looked out at the towering skyscrapers in front of him, looking at the people with black hair, yellow skin, and black eyes on the pier. Fei Li tightly grasped his hand and said in a low voice, "Boss, let's get going, the luggage has already been sent to the hotel."

  Yi Chen nodded slowly, starting to slowly circulate the star power within his body. The rapidly circulating true yuan force gave his icy hands a hint of warmth. His stiff footsteps followed Feili up the stairs. In the distance came the sound of Fata Dio's maniacal laughter, three splashing sounds, and the cries of countless people on the dock: "Look! Someone has jumped off the ship!"

  "Oh no, someone has fallen into the water, hurry up and organize a rescue!"

  "Hurry, hurry, breaking news, three passengers suddenly jumped into the water voluntarily."

  "What's the editor? Hurry up and issue a special edition, three passengers of 'Duke of Windsor' liner jumped naked into the water."

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  Fatadio, beaming with pride, swaggered over to the gangway with two attendants in tow, laughing maniacally. Yichen walked up, forcing a stiff smile: "Fatadio, don't get too carried away, after all, he's a big shot from New York."

  Fatadi shrugged indifferently and laughed loudly, saying: "No big deal, no big deal, Americans? Why should we give face to Americans? They actually don't dare to follow the rules of the bet, forcing me to draw a gun before they're willing to go down."

  Yi Chen's expression changed slightly: "You brought firearms?"

  Fatadi hastily whispered, looking around nervously and said: "They've already been taken away, no other meaning, just two self-defense short guns. I have a gun license issued by the Russian Ministry of Internal Affairs, I don't carry black guns. However, China's security police are the most terrifying in the world, I don't want to be found by them."

  Yi Chen smiled, and a line of people swarmed up the gangway and walked down from the "Duke of Windsor". The captain, first mate, second mate and other senior crew members stood at the gangway to see them off, each with a smile on their face. Indeed, they had made a fortune this time, and if they weren't satisfied, they really had a problem with their heads.

  Jester walked at the back with Sally, who wore a tight green camouflage suit. Her hair was cut short and messy, her eyes dull and lifeless, emitting an aura of death that made people unable to look directly at her. She clutched a small package tightly and leaned closely against Jester's side. For someone like Sally, it was unimaginable that a man would spend a large sum of money to buy her, not for her body, but because of who she was. Perhaps it was like a person who had been drifting all their life suddenly having a great fortune, with countless wealth and power, Sally's mechanical brain couldn't digest everything Jester said to her just yet.

  Jester didn't think much, he liked Sally, and was particularly fond of the faint sadness in her eyes when she personally took care of her own companions. So, he forcibly bought her out. The two hundred million US dollars that Yichun won were spent on Sally. He hadn't thought about what use Sally had yet, maybe it was just like raising a pet, temporarily adopting this subordinate for now.

  Yi Chen forced a smile and walked forward with Fatiao, meeting the car waiting for them outside the dock. Underfoot was hard ground, but Yi Chen felt as if he was treading on waves, his two legs relying heavily on the infinite true yuan force to support him in moving forward.

  Two little kids ran past them, chasing each other. Fatiao laughed and cursed: "Two mischievous little monkeys." But Yichen's heart skipped a beat, his originally calm and icy Arctic Ocean-like heart lake suddenly collapsed, almost losing control of himself.

  "Big brother, slow down! We can't keep up with your kung fu skills... Big brother, please run slower!" That was when I was around 5 or 6 years old.

  Yi Chen's face gradually took on a stern expression as he saw several men more than thirty meters ahead. The first one, over two meters tall, wore a sleek black suit and had a handsome face, but his arrogant demeanor made people want to kick him in the face. The strong sea breeze blew from the left, causing everyone's collars to flutter, but this man in his early twenties didn't even flinch a single hair on his head.

  Yi Chen was silent, he didn't expect that after more than four years, this guy had already reached such a realm. The moral sect's clear and calm heavenly realm, the unity of heaven and man, where one has merged with everything around them. He is the wind, the wind is him, the wind passes through his body but cannot move him in the slightest. Clear and calm, in harmony with nature. This was already a higher level than Yi Chen's current Zhou Tian Xing Li, and he knew that he couldn't be his opponent. And more than four years ago, Yi Chen's brutal beating had left Fei Long Dao Zhang, who relied on his own strength to bully several mountain beasts with some talent, bedridden for over a year.

  Moral integrity is the foundation of the Taoist sect, and the Flying Dragon Sect Leader's sharp eyes cautiously scanned the people around him. The higher-ups have spoken, these people who came down from the "Windsor Duke" are either wealthy or noble, especially now that everything is giving way to the Olympics, if any of these nobles were to cause trouble, it could easily become an international incident. For Long Fei, since the plan to rely on secular power to suppress the Tianxing Sect has been set within the sect, then he must seriously carry it out, otherwise, how can he get his hands on the Ziwei Heart Scripture that only the sect leader's disciple can cultivate?

  "Everyone be careful, these people we can't afford to offend. If we drag one of them into the international arena, it's a bomb waiting to happen. We don't need to provoke them." The team members nodded calmly, their sharp eyes scanning the surroundings swiftly.

  Yi Chen slightly lowered his head and prepared to slip past Long Fei's side.

  Fatahio chuckled nervously beside Yichun, "Look, hehe, the people from China's Ministry of Public Security, their identities can be told by their suits, but if they change clothes, they immediately become ordinary civilians, this skill is quite good."

  Fattahrio's words made several members of the special action group frown, and since Fattahrio spoke in English, they naturally heard it clearly. Long Fei didn't understand English, but Fattahrio's strange laughter still drew his gaze to this side, just in time to see Yi Chen standing less than three meters away from him.

  Yi Chen had already begun to curse when Fatiao spoke, he felt Long Fei's gaze fixed on him, and it seemed that he had already recognized himself. Yi Chen raised his head with a smile: "Mr. Long Fei, hello. It's been a long time, huh?" Since things have come to this point, there's nothing good to say, Yi Chen's personality was originally like a sharp sword, so he didn't bother to show much respect to Long Fei.

  Long Fei's body trembled slightly, and the calm state of mind he had been maintaining was momentarily lost. The sea breeze blew by, causing his long hair to flutter wildly. Long Fei had only recently grasped the essence of Qing Jing Tian, and although he had just reached it, he hadn't truly broken through yet. At this moment, seeing Yi Chen, the bone that Yi Chen had fractured seemed to be throbbing in pain again, making Long Fei's handsome face twist into a grotesque grimace.

  Fatadi gave a strange look at Longfei, who was trembling all over. Since Yichun had greeted Longfei in the local dialect of Emei Mountain in Sichuan, he hadn't heard clearly what Yichun had said. He just glanced at Longfei and said indifferently: "Zhongguo Yi, let's go. There's nothing to say to them."

  Long Fei took a big step forward, saying loudly in the alert eyes of several other team members: "This person is suspicious, take him back for a good check, ask about his origin and purpose of coming to China, take him away now." He put one hand on Yi Chen's shoulder, exerting a slight force. Long Fei naturally knew the reason why Yi Chen was expelled from the sect, and also knew that he had been stripped of all his cultivation, so at this moment he did not use his true yuan power, but just wanted to let Yi Chen suffer a bit first.

  Jie Si Te rushed up quickly, and with a heavy punch, he knocked away the big hand that Long Fei had placed on Yi Chen's shoulder. He roared at several members of the special task force: "What the hell are you people doing? Why did you touch my boss?"

  Several members of the task force took out their work permits and flashed them at Jester: "Sorry, please come with us, sir, to assist in our investigation." The team members had a somewhat blind faith in Long Fei because he had solved several unbelievable cases before, and they gradually came to believe that what Long Fei was certain of must be reliable to a large extent. So even though there was no evidence, they were still prepared to take him away. Of course, it was also because there was no evidence that they were extremely polite.

  Jester blocked Yi Chen's path, saying coldly: "No way, our boss is busy." At the same time, he also found it strange that his boss was usually not such a good-tempered person, but today he was so polite to this rude policeman. Jester remembered that a year ago, a police officer who had offended them was chopped into pieces and thrown into the Thames River to feed the fish.

  Fattadio suddenly realized what was happening and jumped up, shouting loudly: "What are you doing? My friend is a gentleman, why are you taking him away? I will complain to your superiors, I will complain about you, this is an insult to a gentleman's dignity, apologize immediately, otherwise I guarantee that you will lose your jobs." Fattadio was not bragging, his boss was in Beijing for trade talks, and with his boss's status, if he said a few unclear words, Long Fei and the others really couldn't resist.

  Long Fei didn't bother to care about what Fattario said, although Jester's punch had left him quite surprised and a bit suspicious that Jester was also someone who practiced martial arts. However, seeing an opportunity for revenge against Yichen right in front of him, he didn't bother to consider the consequences and made up his mind to take Yichen down. He pushed Fattario away with one hand, and the strong force sent Fattario's already unwell body flying into the air, crashing out three to five meters away, almost unable to catch his breath. Afterwards, he glared at Jester with a ferocious smile: "You're blocking me from doing my job, dear foreign friend... Get out of the way, or else." His fists made a series of cracking sounds, ready to strike.

  Yi Chen was clear in his mind that, based on Long Fei's current strength, none of them would be a match for him. Even if he, Fei Li and Jie Si teamed up, it would still require great cost to take down Long Fei. Yi Chen had already clearly seen the changes before and after Long Fei, understanding his realm. However, based on his own power that had just broken through to Da Zhou Tian Xing, he was indeed unable to contend with Long Fei's strength which was almost at Qing Jing Tian.

  Yi Chen shook his head and whispered, "An old enemy, never mind, I'm holding a British passport now, he wouldn't dare to do anything to me. Hmm, Feili darling, take Jester and the others with Fatadio, his boss has a way. Hmm?" Feili nodded, the cold air that had been building up slowly dissipated, and she poked Jester's hand before walking towards Fatadio.

  Yi Chen smiled: "Feilong, ah Feilong, hehe, I'll go with you. Let's see what you can do to me... Reminder, I'm holding a British passport now. If you don't want trouble, it's best not to mess around. Understand?"

  Long Fei didn't listen to Yi Chen, his eyes narrowed, staring at Yi Chen, signaling his subordinates to take Yi Chen away, he was too lazy to perform the formalities and directly took people back to the mansion.

  In a lavishly decorated building in Pudong, Shanghai, Yi Chen was shackled to a two-hundred-pound iron chair, alone in a room of less than forty square meters with mirrors on all sides. Yi Chen now didn't understand how Long Fei planned to deal with him, but his cultivation had already entered the realm of the Big Dipper Star Power, and someone outside the sect couldn't possibly discover his true strength, so he wasn't afraid of Long Fei using certain forbidden methods on himself.

  The walls around were all floor-to-ceiling mirrors that sparkled with a dazzling light, and Yi Chen estimated that there must be something behind the mirror, but in order not to disturb Long Fei and other masters, he didn't dare to disperse his yuan Shen or divine thoughts to detect it.

  Long Fei stood in a room to the right of Yi Chen, where a 10cm thick two-way mirror isolated the sounds of more than thirty people coming and going. On more than twenty display screens, all abnormal information from the Shanghai urban area and within a radius of 500 kilometers radiating outward from Pudong Center was fed back. This was just a small command center for Long Fei's special operations team, the real command center was still in the underground room below the building.

  Long Fei stared at Yi Chen, who was tied to an iron chair with a relaxed expression, and his heart was filled with indignation. How should he deal with him? Long Fei had impulsively brought Yi Chen in, but now realized that he had provoked a hot potato. It was clear that if he used certain methods on Yi Chen and it was discovered by the sect or the Tianxing Sect, he would be violating the unwritten rules of dealing with an "ordinary person". Even more so, considering that Yi Chen came from the "Windsor Duke" ship, what if he was a truly influential figure? Wouldn't that bring great trouble to his own sect and the Daoist religion?

  Although Long Fei did not believe that Yi Chen could make great progress in just a few years, he was still worried that even if the chances were slim, there was still a possibility.

  The Taoist sect has always been proud of being the orthodox school, and indeed, its strength has steadily occupied the top three positions in China's Taoist schools. However, since the emergence of the Tianxing Sect over a thousand years ago, due to its strange and rapid cultivation methods, which do not require excessive pursuit of spiritual realms, its power has rapidly risen within a thousand years, quickly surpassing that of the Taoist sect. Recently, in order to regain the position of the leader of the Taoist school in all aspects, the Taoist sect has used various means, even including things that Taoist monks consider taboo, such as taking office in the "public gate". However, just as their sect's power was beginning to take shape in the mortal world, the Tianxing Sect and other sects also sent out talented disciples. In this situation, Long Fei saw Yi Chen, and old grudges surfaced, how could he not find him to vent his anger?

  Long Fei's face sank like water, staring fiercely at Yi Chen, his heart filled with resentment and anger. Even he himself had just entered the realm of Clear Sky Heaven, but as soon as he saw Yi Chen, his heart was set ablaze with rage, causing him to almost lose control of his cultivation and fall a whole realm. This showed how strict the moral sect's heart method was. Upon careful consideration, Long Fei also acknowledged that it would be difficult for him to reach the highest realm of the moral sect, after all, he lacked too much in terms of cultivating his heart.

  After sitting still as a mountain for five minutes, he finally opened his mouth to speak: "I say, friends, I know you can see me and hear me talk. Let's be frank, what exactly did I do wrong? Or do I look like a bad egg?"

  Long Fei is so furious, how can he deal with Yi Chen? Hmm... it's difficult. If there weren't so many onlookers around and Yi Chen had come to Shanghai alone, Long Fei could have secretly taken care of Yi Chen himself, but now...

  A team member handed over the information about Yichun with some hesitation and said, "Captain, this Yichun has a big background. He has the title of British Baron for life. I'm afraid we've really caught the wrong person this time. From the information we have now, it's impossible for him to be in cahoots with terrorists."

  Long Fei gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "I seem to remember that there was a suspect's photo that looked similar to him. Compare it with the database, find it for me slowly. If we accidentally catch the wrong person, then apologize afterwards, that's all. Hmm, after all, we are also doing this for their personal safety, they will understand." Long Fei was furious in his heart, damn it, how did Yi Chen become some kind of noble lord? Was a British lord something that grew on trees, easy to pick one off?

  Forget it, forget it. Anyway, there's no deep grudge, and I'm not the one who forced Tian Xing Zong to thoroughly abandon Yi Chen, right? Hmm, lock him up for three to five days, cut his food ration severely, give him a taste of hardship, and then let him out.

  Long Fei thought his plan was perfect, but he didn't think that Fatahio, who had been humiliated at the dock, had already contacted his boss and exaggerated the story. Fatahio was originally a troublemaker, so what good could come from Long Fei provoking him? As for Phil and Jester, they had already started contacting Cain, preparing to have him bring people over. They thought: "You say our boss's identity is suspicious and want to catch him, well, we'll make some trouble for you."

  Fairy and Jester, who didn't know the height of heaven and earth, didn't know that for this Olympic security work, hundreds of masters from China had been dispatched, among which 16 people were all disciples of the Taoist sect, now gathered in Shanghai.