"Through this spirit practitioner, Tong Yong will gain insight into the secrets of Cultivators of Qi, fully stepping into that world. He’ll also secure a hefty sum and connections from the Ji family, using their influence to build a reputation. In the future, if any rich person encounters supernatural trouble, he can step in to solve it and rake in more money."
"He’ll get to live the high life. And since he’s saving Ji Yanshuang, he might even win over both sisters."
"After all, Cultivators of Qi have an irresistible appeal to ordinary people—their very existence is on a different level."
"This brat is too damn lucky—twin sisters!"
Hearing this, Lu Ding gave him a strange look.
You know what? It really does sound like something that could happen.
Yan Feifan instinctively scratched his head, feeling a bit awkward. It was a habit he had developed from years of insecurity—using small gestures to divert attention from himself.
"I… I just read a lot of urban supernatural novels over the years, and they all follow this pattern. It’s just too similar, so I said it. Brother Lu, you don’t think I’m crazy, do you?"
Lu Ding shook his head slightly. "I think you’re a f***ing genius—how the hell did you come up with that?"
"If things really go that way, even if you didn’t take this mission, 749 Bureau would still notice him eventually. He wouldn’t be able to run. Put simply, he got cocky."
"He never stopped to think—if the supernatural exists in the civilian world, do you really think the government wouldn’t have countermeasures and specialized departments for this?"
"Since that’s the case, let’s watch some real-life ‘face-slapping’ unfold. The moment he gets full of himself, I’ll step in and take him down in one go!"
Lu Ding was starting to enjoy this.
Reality had a way of beating the nonsense out of people.
Like Tong Yong—he committed a crime and was still strutting around without a care. Too arrogant.
And twin sisters? Lu Ding found that highly unrealistic.
Yan Feifan floored the gas pedal, his face lit up with a mischievous grin.
"Heh, Brother Lu, you’re too wicked!"
Then he suddenly realized his wording was off and quickly corrected himself, "No, no, I mean you’re cool, charismatic—like a badass villain mastermind, always one step ahead and crushing the brainless protagonist!"
"Then what does that make you? The scheming strategist by the villain’s side?"
Yan Feifan blinked.
Seeing that Lu Ding wasn’t mad but actually joking with him, his suppressed grin resurfaced.
"Then I guess I should laugh like this—Sister Sister Sister Sister…"
"Hahahahahaha! What the f*** was that? Stop it, man, you’re giving me goosebumps!"
Inside the Ji Family Villa
In the Ji family villa, a man and a woman stood face to face.
The man was dressed in white, with delicate features.
He was none other than Tong Yong, their target.
Originally, Tong Yong was just an ordinary person. But after Black Old Lady formed a bond with him, his body absorbed Heaven and Earth Qi, purifying his physique.
Even the ugliest person would look better after that.
And once he became a Cultivator of Qi, his status and confidence soared, naturally improving his demeanor and appearance.
Opposite him stood Bai Xiaoxiao, the spirit practitioner hired by Ji Corporation’s chairman, Ji Hong.
Both were here for the same job—making them competitors.
And rival practitioners never got along.
Bai Xiaoxiao scoffed. "Chairman Ji, what’s the meaning of this? Hiring me wasn’t enough, so you got an extra backup? You don’t trust the Bai family’s abilities?"
In spirit practitioner circles, the Five Northern Immortals were well-known:
Fox – Most influential, respected in all circles, jack-of-all-trades.
Yellow – Masters of illusion, often commanding generals in their sects.
White – Healers, known for curing ailments.
Willow – Warriors, the strongest fighters.
Gray – Experts in fortune-telling and avoiding calamity.
Each family had their specialty.
Ji Hong looked embarrassed. "Miss Bai, it’s not that I don’t trust you—it’s just that my daughter didn’t know I had hired you, so she brought this young man instead. My apologies."
He turned to Tong Yong, looking apologetic.
"Young Master Tong, I’m really sorry about this. Here’s 500,000 yuan as compensation."
Tong Yong didn’t take the money.
He replied coolly, "I won’t take payment if I don’t do the job. I’ll leave—but if you call me back later, the price won’t be the same."
"You’re implying I can’t cure Miss Ji’s illness?"
Bai Xiaoxiao’s expression darkened.
Tong Yong sneered. "You? A little brat who still reeks of milk? Go back and train for a few more years. Your so-called guardian spirit isn’t strong enough to cure her."
Not far from the villa, inside their Jeep, Yan Feifan held a bronze mirror that displayed a live feed of what was happening inside.
Watching Tong Yong act so arrogantly, Yan Feifan couldn’t hold back his frustration.
"Brother Lu, look at this clown! He’s going all out with the pretentious act—calling her a ‘milk-smelling brat’ and everything. Like he even knows how old she is! He’s putting on this ‘mature expert’ act, but he’s probably younger than her! Where the hell did he learn to act like this? Some third-rate web novel?!"
"If you’re really skilled, then just prove it. If she challenges you, then beat her fair and square. If you’re not, then shut the hell up and stop trying to set up a dramatic comeback moment."
Lu Ding had to agree.
This guy was so full of himself, it was actually more over-the-top than Lu Ding’s own usual attitude.
If someone didn’t know any better, they might actually believe he was some legendary master.
But Lu Ding’s attention wasn’t on that.
Instead, he glanced at Yan Feifan’s mirror.
"Where’d you get that mirror? It’s kinda interesting."
"Oh, this? I exchanged contribution points for it. It’s a low-tier magic tool, not that useful—just lets me monitor the surroundings. If someone way stronger than me is nearby, they’ll notice the surveillance. Mostly, I use it for personal safety during missions. If things go south, I just phase through a wall and run."
Damn, this guy was really afraid of dying.
Hearing how limited its capabilities were, Lu Ding immediately lost interest.
He refocused on the scene.
By now, the argument inside had reached its climax.
On screen, Bai Xiaoxiao snapped.
"Fine! If you think I’m not qualified, then let’s have a contest—whoever cures the Second Miss first wins. If I succeed, you crawl out of here on your hands and knees. If I fail, you can name any condition."
Just then, the sound of high heels echoed from outside the door.
A woman in a form-fitting dress stepped into view, her curvaceous figure complemented by rimless glasses that added a touch of allure.
The moment she entered, everyone’s attention was drawn to her.
Tong Yong took this chance to casually shove his hands into his pockets.
"Alright, I accept your challenge. Ladies first."
"OH, HELL NO!!! Brother Lu!!! CAN WE JUST GO IN AND PUNCH HIM TO DEATH?!?"
"That line gave me goosebumps! ‘Ladies first’—what is he, a f***ing peacock showing off its tail?!?"
"F*** it, I can’t take this anymore!!!"
What was supposed to be a fun spectacle had turned into pure cringe.
Lu Ding clenched his toes in secondhand embarrassment.
Without another word, both he and Yan Feifan flung open the car doors and stormed toward the villa.