Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1014: How Could There Be a Path to Immortality in This World? (22)

Windchaser bought some dumplings from a small restaurant near the Mt. Tai train station and sat outside with "Mo Xiaofei" at a free resting area to eat.

Although the food was packed in disposable containers, Windchaser had bought a decent amount—not just dumplings but also some meat dishes—making it a fairly hearty meal.

As for why they were eating here, it was partly because "Mo Xiaofei" didn’t like crowded places, and partly because Windchaser said that since it was New Year’s Eve, they should at least have a good meal. After all, they didn’t have much cash left from raiding that house in the bamboo forest.

Besides, "Mo Xiaofei" had a habit of shopping a lot on the way, and now he was fully equipped with a set of digital gadgets. Even though Windchaser wasn’t the type to care about money, managing their limited funds was starting to give him a headache.

Before heading out, Mo Xiaofei had already informed his family, so there was no need for them to worry about him being away on New Year's Eve. However, given his current "unstable mental state," Windchaser had secretly sent a message to Mo Xiaofei’s parents to let them know he was safe.

“New Year?” Mo Xiaofei frowned at the food in front of him—it was indeed a feast by his standards.

Back in the Qin Dynasty, over 2,000 years ago, cooking techniques were quite primitive. Modern food, despite its many additives, offered a level of flavor stimulation that the pre-Qin era couldn’t compare to, even if these dishes weren’t made from high-end ingredients.

"Yeah." Windchaser nodded while eating the dumplings he had bought from "Sister-in-Law Dumpling House." "Tomorrow’s the first day of the new year. Don’t you know that, big bro?"

Mo Xiaofei shook his head. "The New Year I celebrate has already passed. The next one is still far off."

Windchaser blinked in confusion. "Huh? But tomorrow is New Year's Day. How could it have already passed?"Mo Xiaofei calmly said, "The tenth month of the lunar calendar is when I celebrate the New Year."

New Year in October…? Windchaser swallowed a dumpling, picked up another one, and thought to himself: Big bro’s brain is acting up again.

He had heard that when someone was being dumb, hitting their head might help them snap out of it. Maybe he should secretly land a "corrective iron fist" on Mo Xiaofei’s head? It would also be a good way to test out the first move of the Imperial Heaven Shattering Fist.

Big bro, just wait—I’ll use my "loving fist" to help you recover!

“Windchaser, someone’s approaching!” Mo Xiaofei suddenly lowered his voice, his expression turning cold.

Windchaser almost choked, quickly took a sip of Coke, and patted his chest before turning around warily. Behind him stood two men dressed in black suits—one was thin, and the other was burly with a full beard.

The bearded man looked oddly familiar to Windchaser… and he also sensed a faint demonic aura from him.

Is this guy a demon too?

At that moment, the thin man placed a hand on Windchaser’s shoulder and said, “You two, come with me to register.”

Windchaser frowned and instinctively looked at Mo Xiaofei. His "big bro" gave him a subtle nod, showing no signs of resistance.

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In a quiet alley outside the Mt. Tai train station, Windchaser was still holding his food container, casually eating dumplings. Meanwhile, Mo Xiaofei stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an imposing aura.

It wasn’t Windchaser who thought so—it was the two men in black who could feel the pressure from Mo Xiaofei. They exchanged glances before the thin man pulled out a small black notebook and introduced himself.

“My name is Yun Hui. I’m an investigator from the Special Management Bureau. This is my colleague, Lao Lang.”

Mo Xiaofei casually glanced at the credentials Yun Hui showed before indifferently asking, “What do you want?”

“Quite arrogant, aren’t you?” Lao Lang sneered and stepped forward, releasing an intimidating aura. However, neither Windchaser—who was still eating—nor Mo Xiaofei—who was supposedly just a regular person—reacted in the slightest.

Lao Lang seemed to be increasing his pressure, but Yun Hui reached out to stop him. Then, with a polite smile, he explained,

"Currently, Mt. Tai is under special management. All demons and non-human beings entering the area must be registered. However..."

As he spoke, Yun Hui took out a small device that projected a screen. The display was supposed to show identity records, but instead, it was filled with question marks and blank fields.

"You don’t seem to be in our system at all. In fact, we conduct a census every year... So, sir, why exactly are you not in our records?"

“Me?” Mo Xiaofei frowned.

Yun Hui nodded. "Yes, you. However, your friend Windchaser is already in our database. Here, take a look."

He adjusted the device, and suddenly, Windchaser’s profile appeared on the screen.

Name: Windchaser

Race: Earthwolf Demon

Age: About 60

Current Residence & Status: XX City, dropout, unemployed

Threat Level: Level 1 (Harmless)

"...Whoa, I’m actually in there?" Windchaser blinked in surprise. "But I don’t remember registering for this?"

Yun Hui replied calmly, "XX City is directly overseen by Dragon Consultant. There is no Special Management Bureau branch there. All demon records in the city are submitted annually by Lord Long herself. Your guardian's name wasn’t specified, but we assume it's the Dragon Consultant by default. That’s probably why you didn’t know. If you have questions, you’ll have to ask her yourself... But more importantly, what are you doing here?"

"Dragon Consultant?" Windchaser still looked confused.

Yun Hui cleared his throat. "I mean Long Xiruo, Lord Long."

"Oh, why didn’t you just say that? 'Dragon Consultant' sounds way too formal," Windchaser rolled his eyes.

Yun Hui felt a bit awkward—isn’t every demon supposed to show at least some respect to the Bureau? Even the ones who secretly disliked them would at least pretend to be polite... But somehow, this demon, who came from Long Xiruo’s own territory, had no clue about anything.

Even so, Yun Hui maintained his professional demeanor. He cleared his throat again and returned to the main topic.

"Back to this gentleman... First, I need to confirm his identity. Also, I must verify whether he belongs to 'our world' or not. Windchaser, you should know that our government does not allow ordinary humans to be aware of our existence. If he is an ordinary human, then we will have to... erase certain things."

“What?! You’re going to erase my big bro?!” Windchaser immediately threw down his dumplings, baring his wolf-like fangs.

“Calm down!” Yun Hui quickly clarified. “I meant erasing relevant memories! Don’t worry, our department has developed safe techniques for this—it’s painless and takes effect within 30 minutes. But wait... you said he’s your big bro? Does that mean he’s a demon too?”

Windchaser shook his head and said, “Big Brother is human, but he’s still my Big Brother.”

Yun Hui was still in shock, but Lao Lang frowned. “A human? Your Big Brother?”

“What’s the problem?” Windchaser glared at him, clearly displeased.

Lao Lang stepped forward. Yun Hui wanted to stop him, but Lao Lang waved him off. “Yun Hui, do you know why your performance is so bad? It’s because you’re too hesitant and indecisive! Didn’t your mother ever teach you that when a kid doesn’t listen, you just beat them until they do?”

“This…” Yun Hui opened his mouth, but he couldn’t stop Lao Lang. In fact, within the Management Bureau, Lao Lang was a veteran who had been retained multiple times, while Yun Hui was just a newcomer.

“Lao Lang, don’t be reckless. This is still Dragon Consultant’s territory…”

“So what? Just because she didn’t manage the demons in her own territory properly, that means she doesn’t have to follow the rules?” Lao Lang snorted and walked up to Mo Xiaofei and Windchaser.

Lao Lang glanced briefly at Mo Xiaofei, noting his somewhat extraordinary demeanor, but didn’t pay him much mind. Instead, he looked down at Windchaser and sneered, “Hey, brat. You’re from the wolf clan, aren’t you? But for some reason, the moment I saw you, I felt really annoyed!”

Lately, after hanging around the straight-laced Mo Xiaofei, Windchaser had toned down his behavior a lot. But before that, he was, strictly speaking, a delinquent. Hearing Lao Lang’s words, there was no way he could hold back.

Windchaser directly raised his middle finger.

“Disobedient kids need to be disciplined!” Lao Lang snorted. “Brat, let me teach you how to respect a stronger senior!”

With that, Lao Lang swung his fist. Demonic energy wrapped around it, causing strong gusts to swirl through the alley.

Divine Skill: Vajra Body!

His punch landed directly on Windchaser’s cheek with a loud bang. However, Lao Lang’s expression immediately changed—his punch had not sent this arrogant brat flying as he had expected.

Windchaser stood completely still, taking the hit head-on without even tilting his neck.

“Tsk, I thought you were strong.” Windchaser sneered. “That punch was weak as hell—way worse than Little Saint’s.”

“You’ve got a big mouth! Let’s see if your body is as tough as your words!” Lao Lang retracted his fist—not to back down, but to prepare an even stronger punch!

Lao Lang attacked, unleashing a flurry of blows!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the blink of an eye, he had landed at least thirty-four punches on Windchaser’s body.

At the same time, parts of Lao Lang’s demon form started to manifest—he was going all out! Yun Hui could see it clearly. Lao Lang wasn’t holding back anymore; he was using at least 70–80% of his strength!

“This Windchaser… is he really classified as ‘harmless’?” Yun Hui stared at the records in disbelief.

A while later, Lao Lang stopped, panting. In the end, he had gone all out, yet he still hadn’t managed to hurt the brat in the slightest. Windchaser’s body was as tough as metal… No, even metal wasn’t this durable!

“What the hell are you? How did your parents even give birth to you?” Lao Lang frowned.

“Big Brother, can I hit him?” Windchaser suddenly lowered his head and asked in a deep voice.

Mo Xiaofei, who had remained silent, seemingly lost in thought, glanced at Windchaser in surprise. Then, he nodded. “Follow your heart. The martial arts I taught you are meant to be used in accordance with your true feelings. If you hesitate, you won’t be able to unleash their full power.”

“I understand.” Windchaser took a deep breath and slowly lifted his head. His face was expressionless as he raised his fist.

At that moment, an overwhelming surge of demonic energy exploded from Windchaser’s body!

Behind him, the energy condensed into a massive, tangible form—a spectral figure of a giant wolf!

As soon as this phantom appeared, Lao Lang felt his own demonic energy go out of control, as if it were rebelling against him. A deep, instinctual fear gripped his heart, making his entire body go weak.

He suddenly understood why he had felt so uncomfortable when he first saw Windchaser.

It was because he was afraid. He was afraid of this brat but had refused to admit it!

“Don’t talk about my parents, you bastard!!!”

Windchaser’s fist struck out—not with a mere whooshing sound, but with the howl of the wolf phantom behind him!

The spectral wolf threw back its head and let out a deafening howl to the heavens!

Even Mo Xiaofei’s eyebrows twitched slightly—this apparition was so powerful that it even shook his Imperial Aura.

Lao Lang couldn’t move—he couldn’t block it.

His instincts screamed at him that if he didn’t take this punch, he would die!

BOOM—!!

The punch landed squarely. Lao Lang instinctively shut his eyes, bracing for the pain.

But… it didn’t come.

He opened his eyes and saw Yun Hui standing in front of him. At the same time, a light barrier surrounded them both.

The barrier was now full of cracks, and in the next instant, it shattered completely.

Something fell from Yun Hui’s hands—a small, palm-sized bagua mirror.

Lao Lang glanced at it and recognized it instantly.

It was a top-tier magical artifact, crafted by Daoist Baijie, the oldest surviving Daoist in the world. Yun Hui’s master had given it to him for protection.

And it had been destroyed with just one punch.

(End of Chapter)