Chapter 2: Heavenly Teacher and Genius
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Little known to the world, the title of Heavenly Master is not to be compared with the common Taoist priests one might find in the marketplace.
A Heavenly Master emerges but once in centuries, a genius standing at the apex of the Taoist hierarchy.
In the realm of Taoism, the Heavenly Master commands reverence and respect, a formidable presence that inspires awe.
Ye Fan began his Taoist studies at the age of seven, and by eleven, he had already mastered the identification of medicinal herbs, medical skills, astronomy, and geography.
By fifteen, he had grasped the principles of Yin and Yang, the Bagua, and excelled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
At eighteen, he could diagnose life and death through pulse-taking, discern wealth and honor by observing one's aura, and was well-versed in the martial arts, including various forms of combat and weaponry.
He was also adept at practices such as dragon hunting and ghost catching, which were child's play to him.
Legend has it that when a Heavenly Master's mental cultivation reaches a certain level, transcending worldly grievances, they can enter the realms of Confucianism and Buddhism, summon winds and rain, traverse the heavens and the earth, and reshape the landscape.
Wealth and honor are but fleeting clouds, and after enduring trials and tribulations, one may ascend to immortality!
Ye Fan was uncertain if he would achieve such immortality.
However, it was true that his mortal desires had not yet been extinguished.
This time, descending the mountain and returning to the bustling world, he aimed not only to avenge the blood debt of the past but also to seek out the kind girl who had once saved his life.
For no other reason than to repay her kindness.
Even if it meant spending a lifetime by her side, Ye Fan was willing.
Based on the information he had gathered over the years, Ye Fan was able to deduce that the girl who had saved him was none other than the renowned and beautiful CEO of the Lin Group in Qingzhou City, Lin Junyao.
Thus, after mapping out his route, Ye Fan took the initiative to approach Lin Junyao at the bar last night.
However, he didn't expect that a moment of inattention would lead to...
What distressed Ye Fan was that after a night of passion, he realized he had mistaken his target.
When he had barged into the girl's bathroom years ago, he noticed a mole the size of a bean on the left side of her buttocks.
But last night, no matter how many positions he and Lin Junyao tried, not a single mole was found on her flawless skin.
From this, it was clear that the information he had gathered was incorrect.
It seemed he needed to reconsider his approach.
Ye Fan gradually reeled in his thoughts and carefully put away the crumpled sugar paper.
He waved to the shop owner: "Boss, the noodles were delicious, I'll have another bowl!"
"Coming right up!"
The shop owner, a hearty middle-aged man, quickly brought another bowl and placed it on Ye Fan's table:
"Young man, you have quite an appetite. I've added more noodles this time, it'll be enough for you to eat your fill!"
"Thank you, sir, you're so kind!" Ye Fan said cheerfully.
"Ah, we all have to work hard to make a living, young man, you keep up the good work!" The shop owner replied with a warm smile.
It turned out he had mistaken Ye Fan for a migrant worker from a small village in the city, due to his old cloth clothes and shoes.
At this moment, a shout came from behind Ye Fan.
"Quick, he's over there, we've finally found him!"
Ye Fan turned his head and saw four or five young men standing behind him.
The leader, about six feet tall, had a fierce look, with a long scar across his left eye, making him look extremely menacing.
The young men behind him were burly, wielding machetes, and looking very aggressive.
This frightened the other diners, who quickly moved to the side.
The scarred man glared maliciously at Ye Fan: "Kid, I've finally caught you!"
"Do we know each other?" Ye Fan was puzzled.
The scarred man shouted: "Stop stalling, today I'm going to cripple you!"
Ye Fan frowned: "Although my master told me that the world below the mountain is dangerous, he didn't say that people greet each other by saying 'I'll cripple you,' that's too direct, isn't it?"
"Stop f*****g pretending!" The scarred man roared: "Don't you remember what you did last night?"
"Last night?"
In Ye Fan's eyes, as bright as the stars, a fierce glint suddenly flashed.
Damn it, this woman is too cunning. She let me go and then sent people after me?
Seeing the situation was getting out of hand, the shop owner quickly came over to mediate: "Guys, calm down, let's sit down and talk it out, consider it my treat..."
"Your treat, my ass!"
The scarred man kicked the shop owner, causing him to fall backward, hitting his head on the corner of the table, and blood gushed out instantly.
"Get him, kill him!"
Several men rushed at Ye Fan with their knives.
"A fight? I'm ready for you anytime!"
Ye Fan picked up a stool beside him, swung it gracefully, and threw it directly at the men.
The men swung their knives to block the incoming stool.
At this moment, Ye Fan suddenly got up, moving like a dragon and shadowing like a ghost, and rushed into the middle of the group in an instant.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
A few dull sounds of flesh and bone colliding, and several people fell to the ground with screams, and the machetes also fell to the side.
"Ouch, ouch!"
Each of them was only hit once, but just one hit was enough to make them suffer from fractures to unconsciousness.
Everyone in the shop was surprised and opened their mouths wide, how could he be so fast? Is he still human?
I didn't expect such a thin young man to have such amazing combat power!
The scarred face was also scared silly.
What...
What just happened?
Ye Fan patted the dust off his body, walked over, grabbed the collar of the scarred face: "Say, was it that woman who sent you to deal with me?"
"Which... which woman?"
Looking at the young man in front of him with a cold look, like the grim reaper from hell, the scarred face instinctively felt fear.
At this moment, the scarred face's mobile phone suddenly rang.
"Answer the phone first!" Ye Fan let go of the collar of the scarred face.
The scarred face took out the phone tremblingly: "Hello, okay, I know!"
After hanging up the phone, the scarred face said with a smirk: "It's my mom, the meal is ready, calling me to go home for dinner!"
After that, he turned around and was about to run away.
Ye Fan rushed forward and kicked him directly to the ground.
He took the mobile phone and looked at the call record on the screen.
"Your mom's name is Red Sister?"
In an instant, everyone burst into laughter.
This scarred face, trying to find an opportunity to run away, didn't make up a reliable reason.
Ye Fan stepped forward and stepped on the scarred face's face: "Say, was it Lin Junyao who sent you?"
"What are you talking about? I don't understand!" The scarred face was cunning and evasive.
Ye Fan bent down and picked up one of the scarred face's hands and smiled: "If you don't tell the truth, don't blame me!"
Click!
A crisp sound.
The index finger of the scarred face was bent by Ye Fan into a strange angle.
"Ah——"
The scarred face was sweating with pain.
"Say it or not?" Ye Fan said.
The scarred face: "Ah, it's really not someone else who sent me!"
Click!
The middle finger was also bent into a strange angle.
"Ah——"
"I'll say, I'll say!"
The scarred face was scared and panicked, and had already stopped caring about anything else.
"No one sent me, I came to you to avenge myself! The man who had a relationship with Lin Junyao last night should have been me, but you took the lead, so I hate you!"
"What do you mean it should have been you last night?" Ye Fan smelled a hint of conspiracy.
The scarred face said with a sad face: "I really can't say this!"
Click—
"Ah——"
"I'll say, I'll say!"
The scarred man waved to his men.
- Writer
