Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1011: How Could There Be a Path to Immortality in This World? (19)

Magic City, a certain airport.

Even though it was nighttime, the airport was still particularly crowded.

Especially since, two days ago, there had been an attempted attack using a homemade explosive device at this very airport. The suspect had tragically fallen to his death during the arrest, and as a result, security checks had become much stricter over the past two days.

Flights arriving from overseas were forced to taxi at a snail’s pace upon landing. Inside the cabin, passengers had already unfastened their seatbelts after a safe landing, enduring nearly twenty minutes of boredom.

The first-class cabin had been entirely booked.

For the flight attendants, the passengers in first class represented great potential—especially one of them, a young master named Suzuki Chun Xin.

Just like the cold and domineering CEOs in Japanese dramas, this kind of wealthy person—who could casually book out both first-class and business class—was exactly the kind of ultimate target that many hardworking flight attendants dreamed of.

In reality, this Suzuki Chun Xin did possess all the qualities that would make most women swoon.

That feeling was akin to: Even if he were penniless, some would still want to have a fling with him, leaving behind a trace of their youth.

Of course, there was also another man accompanying Suzuki Chun Xin—an older gentleman named Suzuki Yuichi, who could also be considered an option. After all, very few men his age were as physically fit as he was.Another advantage? Well, Suzuki Yuichi was already sixty years old… If he were to pass away in a few years, wouldn't his widow inherit a considerable fortune?

In fact, there was a third passenger in the first-class cabin.

However, while the flight attendants remained professionally enthusiastic, they didn’t pay much attention to him. This third passenger had spent the entire trip fawning over the Suzuki father and son, making him far less interesting to watch.

His name was Mu Xianghua, supposedly a Japanese-born Chinese.

Throughout the flight, however, the Suzuki father and son showed no interest whatsoever in the constantly passing flight attendants—eventually making the flight attendants give up.

Because next time, they probably wouldn’t get another chance… They were merely passing figures in the lives of these wealthy men. If nothing happened within these brief one or two hours, they would each drift away, never to meet again. So, in the end, the flight attendants wisely refrained from further enthusiasm, merely fulfilling their duties.

“Young Master Chun Xin, that flight attendant seemed quite interested in you. Would you like me to help? I know several executives in this airline.”

Mu Xianghua put on a flattering smile, looking at Suzuki Chun Xin.

The Suzuki family was a powerful force in the Kanto region of Japan, not just owning businesses but also controlling the influential Suzuki Association. They were not to be offended—rather, they were valuable connections to cultivate.

Especially Suzuki Chun Xin, who was poised to inherit the Suzuki family’s legacy.

However, Suzuki Chun Xin had not originally been the first in line. That position had belonged to another Suzuki Xia Ya, but for some reason, last month, the Suzuki family’s head, Suzuki Yuichi, had suddenly announced that his second son, Suzuki Chun Xin, would be the heir.

Of course, Mu Xianghua didn't care about the internal politics of the Suzuki family. It didn’t matter to him who took over—only whether he had a chance to befriend them.

This time, Mu Xianghua was traveling with the Suzuki father and son under orders from his superior, the Takizawa family. However, he had not received further instructions recently, so he continued following the last given orders—to accompany the Suzuki family.

Not long ago, Mu Xianghua had used his status as a Chinese expatriate to act as a middleman. Under the orders of the Takizawa family, he had taken an ancient map and engaged in secret negotiations with a Chinese aristocratic family. Only in the past few days had they finalized their cooperation, which led to this flight to China with the Suzuki father and son.

“Don’t meddle in unnecessary affairs. We’re not here for a vacation.”

Suzuki Chun Xin shot Mu Xianghua a cold glare.

“O-of course, Young Master Chun Xin.”

That sharp gaze felt like the stare of a venomous snake, making Mu Xianghua instinctively shrink his neck, as if the air had suddenly turned colder.

Meanwhile, Suzuki Yuichi remained silent with his eyes closed.

Throughout the entire journey, the father and son had not spoken a single word to each other, which gave Mu Xianghua an inexplicable sense of unease.

However, he did not know that the Suzuki father and son were, in fact, communicating—but in a way he could never comprehend.

Let’s call it “spiritual communication”—or more simply, a telepathic connection.

“Tell me, Ren Zhen, why does this fat pig think I’d be interested in those shallow women?”

“Don't disturb me. I'm still trying to fully adapt to this body… Hmph, what a hassle. Why did I agree to your request to possess Suzuki Yuichi?”

“Well, there wasn’t much choice, was there? Look, Ren Zhen, back at the Takizawa estate, Suzuki Yuichi barely survived but ended up paralyzed. The entire Suzuki family still follows his commands. If you hadn’t temporarily inhabited his body, how could we have controlled the Suzuki family’s resources?”

“Hmph! If it weren’t for your desperate begging to obtain the Suihou Pearl, I would never have agreed to work with you!”

“Relax, this body is just temporary. Besides, leaving that little island for a while isn’t a bad idea… Ren Zhen, don’t forget—Suzuki Yuichi’s other son has quite the background. But if I can obtain the Suihou Pearl from Emperor Qin’s tomb, I’ll fully recover, and I’ll also be able to repair your soul’s injuries. So really, this is a win-win situation, don’t you agree, Ren Zhen?”

“I still have a bad feeling about this… This year marks the once-in-a-decade Penglai Grand Gathering, and the location on the map is in Mount Tai. At the Penglai Grand Gathering, half of Divine Land’s Daoist and Demon forces will be present…”

“Which is exactly why we need these Suzuki identities, isn’t it? Don’t worry, with my concealment techniques, few people will be able to see through us.”

“I hope so.”

Yes. These two were an unusual pair indeed.

The airplane door finally connected to the passageway, and the passengers were allowed to disembark.

‘Suzuki Chun Xin’ stood up, straightened his clothes, and smiled.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been back. This air… truly brings back memories.”

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Meanwhile, elsewhere…

Windchaser was experiencing his first high-speed rail trip.

He had to admit, the machinery created by humans was truly terrifying.

Running thousands of kilometers at high speeds without stopping, while still maintaining a constant speed—this was something even he could never achieve. If he tried to run this fast, he’d probably collapse from exhaustion halfway through.

Even so, Windchaser yawned out of boredom. Across from him, Mo Xiaofei was energetic, muttering to himself.

“If I had this kind of advanced transportation back in my day, moving troops would’ve been so much easier… Uniting the six states would have been a simple matter!”

In Windchaser’s eyes, Mo Xiaofei was having another episode—and this time, it seemed quite severe.

Not working anymore… My eyelids are getting heavy. Windchaser rested his chin on his hand, looked at his big brother Mo Xiaofei, and yawned again.

“I have decided. Once this trip is over, I must visit that Master Kang and learn this technique for myself! Windchaser, did you hear me?”

Master Kang… Who’s that?

Looks like we won’t arrive at Mt. Tai Station until around six in the morning… So sleepy.

“Windchaser! I am speaking to you! Why do you not answer?” Mo Xiaofei’s voice suddenly turned cold.

But even that couldn’t drive away Windchaser’s drowsiness. He yawned again and replied lazily, “I heard you, big brother… But with how strong you are, do you even need an army?”

Mo Xiaofei replied indifferently, “Windchaser, you are living in modern times, so you wouldn’t understand. Today, I briefly researched the internet and found that much of the past has been buried. Not only do ordinary people and demons not know about it, but even martial artists have almost vanished.”

“And then?”

“Back then, the world was in turmoil. Wars between the six states left the people struggling to survive.” Mo Xiaofei shook his head. “And that’s not even mentioning the demon and Daoist calamities.”

“Demon calamity? Daoist calamity?”

“In the south, drought zombies wreaked havoc, turning vast lands into barren wastelands. Refugees wandered aimlessly, and countless starved to death. In the East Sea, flood dragons terrorized the waters, dragging people into the depths as food. Even within the royal court, monsters disguised as officials devoured the nation from within! Demons were scattered everywhere, acting as they pleased, bringing endless suffering to the people. That was the demon calamity!”

Mo Xiaofei let out a cold snort. “As for the Daoist calamity—alchemy became a widespread practice, and noble families worshiped alchemists like deities, desperately seeking elixirs for immortality. But those so-called golden pills were all poisonous, turning people into addicts who abandoned their duties and productivity! Meanwhile, rogue Daoists spread their teachings among the people, challenging the law and defying the authority of the throne!”

Mo Xiaofei suddenly slammed his palm onto the small foldable table in front of him, startling Windchaser awake.

Mo Xiaofei snorted, “With demons, Daoists, and human conflicts all causing chaos in the world, tell me—without an army, how could I bring order to the land?”

Windchaser was now wide awake but still confused. “But big brother, if demons were really rampaging everywhere, could humans really fight them? You’re talking about drought zombies and flood dragons! Those are legendary demons from our demon world stories!”

Mo Xiaofei nodded. “Indeed, demon power is extraordinary, and ordinary soldiers cannot fight them. In the past, every time I led troops against a demonic threat, it cost me countless soldiers. But while humans are weak, we are not powerless. At the very least, we have Xuanyuan Palace standing guard. No matter how rampant the demons became, they never dared to overthrow the human nations entirely.”

Xuanyuan Palace… That sounds familiar?

Windchaser was taken aback. “Xuanyuan Palace… Big brother, what is that place?”

Mo Xiaofei gave him a strange look. “What? A demon like you doesn’t know about Xuanyuan Palace?”

“I think I’ve heard of it somewhere before…” Windchaser shook his head. “But I don’t remember.”

He had been a wanderer since childhood, struggling to survive. He had no time to care about demon world matters.

Mo Xiaofei continued, “In ancient times, there was the Human Emperor, Xuanyuan. Xuanyuan Palace is the legacy he left behind. Legend says it lies within Xuanyuan Hill in the North Sea, but no one has ever found its exact location. Back then, as the six states waged war and demons ran wild, Xuanyuan Palace sent its disciples into the world to hunt down demons and eradicate evil. Many powerful demons were subdued and became their servants. Afterward, the successors of Xuanyuan Palace issued a warning to all demons, which finally forced them to restrain themselves. Later, Xuanyuan Palace also eliminated the root causes of the Daoist calamity, giving the world a chance to breathe.”

I remember now!

Xuanyuan Palace!

Isn’t that the place where Lord Kui Qianyi and Lord Gui Ying came from?

Lost in his thoughts, Windchaser barely noticed Mo Xiaofei’s next words.

Mo Xiaofei said indifferently, “The Imperial Heaven Shattering Fist I taught you originates from Xuanyuan Palace. It is said that the Human Emperor Xuanyuan himself created this martial art, which is why it holds such incredible power.”

“Why would Xuanyuan Palace teach you such an amazing technique?” Windchaser asked in confusion.

Mo Xiaofei replied calmly, “Xuanyuan Palace only concerns itself with demon and Daoist calamities. As for human conflicts, they do not interfere, saying that since the world belongs to humans, human wars should be settled by humans. By teaching me this martial art, they were acknowledging my qualification to bring order to the world.”

“Wow! Big brother, you’re amazing!” Windchaser was truly in awe now—after all, he had always admired heroic figures.

“But big brother…” Windchaser frowned suddenly and said, “Come to think of it, isn’t your instant noodles overcooked by now?”

During their entire conversation, Mo Xiaofei had never opened the lid of his noodles.

Mo Xiaofei: “……”

(End of Chapter)