novelhk Chapter 4: Magic Potions!
Chapter 4: Magic Potions!
North China, branches are everywhere.
In the office, Xu Si and Feng Baobao were engrossed in showing off the delicious food on the table.
Ostensibly, it was a special feast prepared by the cafeteria to celebrate Lu Xiaobai's return home, but judging from how quickly they devoured it, it was clearly just the two of them craving it.
Lu Xiaobai sat quietly to the side, eating in small bites, occasionally responding with a word or two.
"I've taken care of all your onboarding procedures," Xu Si said, his mouth bulging.
"As for those strange and unusual things you're looking for... that's too difficult!"
"I've found a few that are somewhat related. I'll ask the heads of other regions in a few days."
Xu Si felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of the long list that Lu Xiaobai had sent him on the plane.
Things like "metals that have a special reaction to Qi" or "plants that have absorbed natural Qi" are things you can at least ask around to find out where to buy.
But what about the ones that follow...?
There are a whole bunch of things like items cursed by the undead, the remains of magical creatures, herbs to repair souls, black stones that can communicate across worlds, and so on.
Xu Si had been in the position of regional head for so long, and he had never heard of any of these things.
Some of them are so outrageous that you doubt their very existence.
"Speaking of Xiaobai," Xu Si asked curiously, taking a swig of beer.
"Our company chairman called me personally yesterday, asking all sorts of questions about you and showing concern for your well-being. Wow, you've even managed to get in touch with such an important person?"
Lu Xiaobai shook his head, said nothing, and continued to focus on picking up food.
Xu Si and the others were unaware of Lu Xiaobai's past "glorious achievements".
The title "Magician" is somewhat well-known in the international community of supernatural beings, but it is more often associated with "infamy."
Very few people truly understand the meaning behind this title, and even fewer have actually seen his face.
The jokes and memes about foreigners online are nothing more than baseless gossip.
"Now that you mention it..."
Xu San, who was standing next to Lu Xiaobai, pushed up his glasses and looked at him. "I just remembered something!"
"There seems to be a knife at Ma Xian's place in Northeast China. It's said to be a cursed demon sword."
He paused, then added, "I'll ask around for you when I have time. But I've heard that thing is pretty eerie and dangerous!"
Lu Xiaobai nodded in response and continued to eat silently.
"Sigh," Xu Si sighed helplessly, looking at Lu Xiaobai:
"Are all magicians and supernatural beings this extravagant? It feels like even adding a few more money-counting machines wouldn't be enough to cover your expenses."
Lu Xiaobai chose to remain silent and focused on dealing with the food in his bowl.
Ring ring—
Suddenly, the landline on the table rang urgently. Xu Si got up and answered, "Hello? What's up?"
The person on the other end of the phone spoke a few hurried words.
Xu Si hung up, a hint of helplessness on his face: "The person keeping watch has sent a message."
"Zhang Chulan is in trouble. He acted quickly enough and was taken away... Well, that makes sense, considering he's the successor of one of the 'Eight Extraordinary Techniques,' the 'Qi Body Source Flow.'"
He turned to Feng Baobao and Lu Xiaobai:
"Baby, take Xiaobai and run this errand. Don't let that silly boy really get lost. Lao San and I will go and find out who's so blind as to mess with our people!"
"Okay!" Feng Baobao readily agreed and stood up.
Before leaving, he casually grabbed the two remaining large chicken legs from the plate and stuffed them into his pocket. This action was so smooth and natural that everyone was already used to it.
……
An open space near the dormitory building at Nankai University.
In the open space, two groups of people were pointing and commenting on Zhang Chulan, who was standing in the center of the field.
In the center of the arena, a handsome man dressed in a white Taoist robe with a cinnabar mole on his forehead was confronting Zhang Chulan.
Both of them were enveloped in dazzling golden light and chanted the same incantation—clearly the same protective technique.
However, no matter how desperately Zhang Chulan attacked, the golden light remained unmoved and could not harm the white-robed man in the slightest.
On the other hand, the opponent casually waved his hand, and the power of golden light condensed was enough to send Zhang Chulan flying.
"You... all of you, go to hell!" Zhang Chulan roared.
He fell down again and again, but got up again and again; he was knocked away again and again, but charged back up again and again.
This is no longer a battle; it's more like a one-sided toy and a passive venting of frustration...
Finally, Zhang Chulan collapsed to the ground, unable to get up any longer.
The man in white then slowly withdrew his hand.
"As expected," he said coldly, "you are not qualified, Zhang Chulan."
The golden light dissipated.
He glanced indifferently at Zhang Chulan, who was unable to move on the ground, turned around and left, as if he had just dealt with a trivial matter.
"You think that's all? You've beaten my slave?"
Just then, a voice devoid of any emotion suddenly rang out from the nearby woods.
Feng Baobao and Lu Xiaobai arrived.
"Feng Baobao? You really came!" Almost simultaneously, a voice came from another direction.
A white-haired woman dressed in a black bodysuit appeared from the woods on the other side.
She first glanced at Zhang Chulan, who had fallen to the ground, and the white-clad man who had stopped, then her gaze fell on Lu Xiaobai, who was standing next to Feng Baobao.
"Feng Baobao's helper?" The white-haired woman raised an eyebrow.
"He's certainly good-looking... but aside from that, I can't see anything special about him. Could he be your kept man?"
With a defiant look in her eyes, she fixed her hostile gaze firmly on Feng Baobao. Clearly, she harbored deep resentment towards Feng Baobao.
"You're the one," Feng Baobao's voice was as emotionless as ever. "Get out of my way if you don't want to die!"
"I'm that? Hahaha!" Upon hearing this, the white-haired woman was instantly enraged, letting out a cold laugh. "Feng Baobao, I'm your grandpa!"
Before she finished speaking, she threw a punch directly in Feng Baobao's direction.
A fierce jab was thrown out, but Feng Shayan's eyes flashed and the fist disappeared instantly!
call!
Without warning, a fist emerged from the outside of Feng Baobao's left shoulder, accompanied by spatial ripples, and precisely struck Feng Baobao's temple.
Feng Baobao tilted her head slightly, the force of the punch brushing against her hair.
A flicker of surprise crossed Feng Shayan's eyes. She clenched her fists, and an invisible aura spread out—Cosmic Mystery!
She suddenly walked quickly around Feng Baobao.
call out!call out!call out!
The sand swallow's fists, elbows, and toes emerged from all directions at bizarre angles!
It crashed down on my head!
A sneak attack from behind!
A straight kick from below!
Combined with her spatial abilities, her attacks are unpredictable and impossible to defend against.
In contrast, Feng Baobao was like a leaf falling in the wind, dodging with precise, small movements each time.
Bow your head to dodge punches, twist your waist to avoid elbows, and raise your leg to evade kicks.
Occasionally, when I can't dodge, I raise my arm to block, and each time it's a perfect parry. It's not like a technique; it's more like an instinctive bodily reaction.
boom!boom!
The sound of impact was muffled.
Feng Baobao remained unmoved, easily deflecting the force.
Feng Shayan was shocked and stopped ten meters away, only to see her continue to gather her Qi into her arms!
With a sudden leap, he shot out like a cannonball from Feng Baobao's front! His right fist, with all its might, used the power of space to strike straight at Feng Baobao's face!
A gust of wind blew towards my face!
Feng Baobao moved. Using her left foot as a pivot, she rotated her body half a step to the left, narrowly avoiding the attack! At the same time, her right elbow shot out like a venomous snake, striking upwards and outwards with lightning speed!
Snapped!
The elbow tip precisely struck the wrist of Feng Shayan's right hand!
"Ugh!" A piercing pain caused the power gathered by the sand swallow to dissipate, its forward momentum was swayed, and it staggered and fell in front of Feng Baobao.
Feng Baobao retracted her elbow and stood quietly in place.
Meanwhile, Lu Xiaobai had already arrived at Zhang Chulan's side.
He glanced down at Zhang Chulan, who was lying on the ground, unable to get up.
He raised his left hand, and the finger adorned with three strange rings twitched slightly.
A glass test tube filled with a bright green liquid appeared out of thin air in his hand.
The liquid was crystal clear, with tiny specks of light seemingly flowing inside.
Lu Xiaobai pulled out the stopper, tilted his wrist slightly, and casually poured about one-fifth of the liquid onto Zhang Chulan's head.
A miracle happened.
The shocking bruises and wounds on Zhang Chulan's body began to heal and recover at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Zhang Chulan's eyelids twitched, and he looked up.
His blurry vision gradually cleared, and a face so perfect it was almost flawless was quietly reflected in his dilated pupils—Lu Xiaobai was looking down at him like that.
"Do you still want to fight?" Lu Xiaobai's gentle voice rang out.