Chapter 48: The Eyes Behind Wang Chan's Back

  Looking up at the dark clouds gathering on the ceiling, flashes of lightning, Wang Chan's mind was filled with thoughts, and suddenly a loud roar, his toes lifted, and a nearby sour branch wooden chair was kicked into the air, crashing towards the blue lightning flashing above.

  The lightning also seemed to have locked onto Wang Chan's position again, and with a loud crack, it connected the four directions, gathering countless small thunderbolts scattered around, and with another loud crack, it split the large wooden chair into powder. The light ring then disappeared, and struck down towards Wang Chan's head.

  He shifted his gaze, and in his heart, he only felt a sense of incredulity. Wang Chan no longer dared to doubt the power of this lightning bolt. "Is this really the power of Taoist magic? Are those things recorded in my horizontal smelting book also true?"

  Wang Chanxiu practiced the Thirteen Taibao horizontal exercise, and in the back of a small booklet recording the secrets, about half was devoted to describing the mysterious and obscure terminology of Taoist internal alchemy, such as "Dragon-Tiger Kan-Li", "Moving Lead-Mercury", "Infant Maiden" and so on. There was also an article specifically describing Thunder Magic, but when Wang Chan first glanced through it a few times, he just thought it was some kind of divine spell within Taoism that he couldn't understand, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

  Now that I've seen it, this Daoist can summon lightning with a wave of his hand, and even conjure up clouds out of thin air, defying all common sense and scientific principles. He releases thunder and lightning, and only then do I realize that some of the legends I've heard might not be entirely unfounded after all.

  A blinding flash, another sudden dodge, a loud rumble, and a massive electric current grazed past his body, the fine sparks stimulating the skin on his face. He felt as if half of his face had been whipped by a lash, a searing pain that left him reeling. In the face of such an overwhelming force, no matter how high Wang Zhen's kung fu was, he could only passively endure the beating, without any way to fight back.

  A mass of dark clouds, over two meters high above his head, seemed to move with Wang Chan as if it were a living thing. No matter where he hid, there would always be a flash of lightning that would split the air and strike down.

  At this time, a chair burst onto the roof like a shell and smashed into the dark clouds, opening up a big hole! It was Wang Chan who was tired of being beaten and dodging, wanting to try to disperse the dark clouds with an object. He grabbed a hundred-pound solid wood chair beside him and threw it over his head, trying to see if he could scatter the cloud layer.

  It is well known that dark clouds are the source of thunder and lightning. Once the dark clouds disperse, Zhang Daoling's magic will naturally be broken.

  Wood shattered like powder, crackling sounds, countless lightning bolts wrapped around, the chair thrown on his head was instantly torn into millions of fragments, and the broken dark clouds also closed in an instant. As soon as he determined Wang Chan's location, a loud rumble shook the air, continuously striking down bolt after bolt of lightning. Like a maggot attached to bone, Wang Chan dodged and weaved underfoot, flashing around the room, throwing out tables and chairs that blocked his path, but they were all shattered into fragments by the lightning bolts. It seemed as if it wouldn't stop until Wang Chan was struck dead.

  "What a divine being!" Liu Lao San, who had been hiding behind the sofa all along, also walked out from behind Zhang Dao Cheng's back. He saw that with a wave of his hand, electricity was generated in mid-air. Zhang Lao Dao stood still, his hands constantly changing seals, his mouth chanting incantations, and between his fingers, he held a yellow paper talisman. Every time he pointed at Wang Chan, a bolt of lightning would strike down from the dark clouds on the roof, its power awe-inspiring. The fear that had been on everyone's face was swept away, replaced by excitement.

  At the same time, in a room on the top floor of Jinhai Building, Lin Yuanshan, who was wearing a pure cotton bathrobe, had just come out of the bathroom and suddenly heard a low rumble inside Jinhai Building. The crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling shook slightly.

  "What's going on? What happened outside?" In his room, there were six or seven middle-aged men with solemn expressions, either wearing traditional Chinese clothing and sitting on the sofa playing chess, or dressed in Western suits standing motionless in a corner.

  "Sounds like thunder and lightning?" A middle-aged man standing by the window suddenly pulled open the floor-to-ceiling curtains, looking out through the glass window, but only saw a dark expanse, still pouring rain, non-stop, yet didn't see any flashes nearby.

  "Master, just received a message saying there are police downstairs for an inspection and they're clearing out the 17th floor."

  "Lin Yan Shan smiled imperceptibly at first, but his expression suddenly changed. "No, Lei Xing should also know that I'm staying at the Golden Sea Building. If he wants to cause trouble for Liu Lao San, he won't gain anything and will only suffer. Unless... this kid has other ideas in mind... Quick, find Liu Lao San for me, I need to know where he is right away!"

  He was not an ordinary person, but rather a young master of the Lin family, who had been through many official circles and had become accustomed to the cunning and deception between people. He had long since developed a pair of "fire eyes and golden pupils" that could see through the surface of things to their essence, and see the subtle details that ordinary people could not see. His experience in dealing with struggles was incredibly rich.

  Compared with him, Lei Xing is also from a humble background, but he still seems much greener in terms of intrigue and conspiracy.

  After a while, the door of the outer room creaked open and a man with a physique like a javelin walked in. He gave Lin Yuanshan a standard military salute: "Report to the chief, we have found Liu Lao San's whereabouts. He is currently in the presidential suite on the 18th floor. However, something strange has happened there, which I can't quite explain. Fortunately, we have now taken complete control of the entire building's surveillance system through special means. The chief can see the specific situation there through the monitoring screen."

  The man who spoke, obviously a serving soldier, although dressed in casual clothes, his tone of voice, posture and appearance were all stiff military style, making it clear at first glance that he was different from ordinary people. However, when he started talking, he seemed to be hesitant, and the expression on his face was even more bizarre, as if he had witnessed something absolutely impossible.

  At this time, the shaking in the room was getting more and more intense. Although it was still far from the earthquake, Lin Yuanshan had already seen a cup of clear water on the table in front of him, which had inexplicably rippled layer by layer. The slight tremors coming from under his feet were also telling him at all times that something was wrong with Jinhai Building.

  "What's going on? You can't even speak clearly, how are you usually trained?" Lin Yuanshan snorted in his nose and decided to walk into the outer room to see what was happening. He knew that these followers who came to Ha City with him were either high-priced bodyguards or elite members of his family's army, each one had seen big scenes and would not change color because of a small matter.

  "What's that thing?"

  There were also three or four middle-aged men with upright figures and serious faces in the outer room, with a set of small electronic devices that could only be seen in the military on one side against the wall. Three to five large screens were all turned on, and the scenes inside were real-time images of what was happening in the 18th floor presidential suite.

  Lin Yuan Shan had just walked out of the room, and as soon as he cast his eyes over there, he was immediately stunned, let out a cry of surprise, and his face was filled with an intense look of incredulity.

  "What the... How is it that this thing still exists? How is it possible, there are still people who can master Taoist magic and release thunder spells? Wasn't it said that this thing had been lost for ages?" Upon hearing Lin Yuanshan's exclamation, the two men wearing Tang suits who were playing chess in the room suddenly moved, appearing one on each side of Lin Yuanshan. They looked up to see what was happening.

  It's better not to look, but when you take a closer look, all you see is the dark clouds rolling on the big screen, Zhang Lao Dao pinches his fingers and recites incantations, his feet treading on the Eight Trigrams, every time he waves his hand, a bolt of lightning shoots down from the dark clouds above to strike Wang Chan below, one of whom is slightly older, instantly wide-eyed and pale-faced.

  "What kind of Taoist magic is this? Is it really possible for someone to control lightning? It's incredible! Old Gao, do you know what this is?" Lin Yuanshan furrowed his brow, seeing the bald-headed Wang Zhen frantically running around the room, being beaten by Zhang Daocheng without even a hint of resistance, and couldn't help but feel a great sense of shock.

  Gao Lao fell silent for a moment before speaking: "Lin Shao, you have extensively studied the classics and read numerous books. Have you come across any records in rare editions about Daoist immortal masters who could summon thunderbolts with a wave of their hand, subdue demons and evil spirits, and slay ghosts? During the Southern Song dynasty, there were two Daoist priests from the Shenxiao sect, Liu Wengong and Lin Lingsu, who received the transmission of the 'Five Thunder Jade Book' from an immortal and cultivated divine powers. They were favored by the emperor and could summon the wind and rain, call upon the thunder god, and possessed unfathomable abilities."

  "I know that's what the Taoist said, the Five Thunder Orthodox Method, but those are just legendary ghost stories from ancient times, how can I believe them? But today, with my own eyes seeing it, I have no choice but to believe!"

  Lin Yuanshan walked back and forth a few steps, then suddenly sat down on the sofa with a plop, furrowed his brow in thought for a moment, stretched out his hand to beckon someone over, and immediately someone brought over a thick, large cigar wrapped in gold foil, cut it with specialized tools and handed it to him to hold between his fingers, lit it for him as well. In an instant, a strong fragrance wafted through the air, accompanied by thick plumes of smoke that spread throughout the entire room.

  In the swirling mist, Lin Yuan Shan's eyes were fixed intently on the surveillance screen displaying Wang Chan. His facial expression suddenly turned ferocious, his muscles twisted in a grimace. With the influence of the Lin family, he had already received news from Beijing that Zhou Lin had secretly entered the city several days ago to find an old man who had retired many years ago, to establish connections and hand over the batch of ancient artifacts in his possession to the state, in exchange for peace and a promise.

  Lin Yuan Shan did not expect Zhou Lin to have a relationship with that "old man". Although the Lin family is currently in power, it's not like the feudal dynasty of the past where one word can control everything. Every family has to fight to protect their own interests, and in the country, things are not done by just one person's words. That old man may have retired from politics, but his influence is still enormous, and Lin Yuan Shan does not want to offend him unless absolutely necessary.

  Although the antiques in Zhou Lin's hands were all valuable lost overseas, Lin Yuanfang was not short of money and did not really care about them. There was something else there that his family was eager to get, no matter what, he couldn't let go.

  "This Wang Chan is actually a man of Zhou Lin, coming to the provincial city to protect his daughter, and was also sheltered by that bitch Lei Ting in Qing Niao. He's also against me, I'd like to see how he'll be hacked to death right before my eyes." Thinking back to two days ago when he ran into Wang Chan having dinner with Lei Ting, Wang Chan actually had the intention of killing him, Lin Yuan Shan suddenly let out a hum, and shot out two cold glints from his eyes.

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  Tomorrow is May Day, Lao Lu wishes all the bosses a happy holiday in advance, and everything goes well!