RNP Chapter 201 Zhangjing City, Golden Light of Merit
Chapter 201 Zhangjing City, Golden Light of Merit
"Water-Dividing Thorn, a mid-grade magic weapon." Shen Yu picked up the short thorn and infused a wisp of spiritual power into his fingertip.
The short spike emitted a clear, melodious hum, and the surrounding seawater automatically receded to both sides, forming a vacuum zone with a diameter of three meters.
He casually handed it to Jiang Xinlan: "Take this for self-defense. If you encounter the Water Demon again, you won't need to hide behind me."
Jiang Xinlan took the short thorn; it felt warm and smooth to the touch, and her spiritual energy flowed exceptionally smoothly. She smiled happily: "Okay."
Just then, a creaking sound came from above, and several planks fell from the top of the ship. Under the impact of the formation, the sunken ship finally could not hold on any longer, and the entire hull began to slowly collapse.
"The ship is going to sink," Zhao Rui said nervously.
Shen Yu raised his hand, and an even larger spiritual energy shield enveloped the three of them. He didn't even quicken his pace, continuing to walk slowly towards the cave entrance.
Behind them, massive ship planks kept crashing down, stirring up surging water, but they couldn't even touch the edge of the spiritual energy shield.
The three of them strolled through the narrow passage as if they were taking a walk in their own garden, and swam out of the shipwreck.
As they rose to the surface, a dull thud came from behind them, and the entire Song Dynasty shipwreck sank completely into the silt on the seabed.
The sky was already turning a pale white, and the first rays of dawn pierced through the clouds, sprinkling onto the shimmering sea.
Chen Feng and his team had stayed up all night at the dock, their eyes bloodshot. Seeing the three return safely, he excitedly rushed forward to greet them:
"Mr. Shen! You're finally back! We were all so worried!"
"It's alright." Shen Yu pointed to the sea. "The shipwreck has collapsed. Tomorrow, arrange for someone to sprinkle glutinous rice and cinnabar all over the dock, and then perform a simple ritual for the deceased. There won't be any more accidents like this."
"Understood! Don't worry, I will personally oversee it!"
After a night of running around, all three of them were exhausted. Chen Feng arranged for a car to take them back to the hotel. As the car drove away from the dock, the sun had fully risen on the horizon, and golden sunlight bathed the entire city of Guangzhou.
Jiang Xinlan leaned on Shen Yu's shoulder, looking at the gradually bustling streets outside the window, and whispered, "It's finally over."
Shen Yu took her hand in his, feeling the warmth of her fingers. He looked out the window at the everyday life outside, his gaze softening slightly: "Yes, it's over."
After finishing everything, it was already past 3 p.m.
Chen Feng insisted on treating them to a meal to thank them for saving his life. Shen Yu couldn't refuse, so he had to agree.
Chen Feng took them to the most famous old teahouse in the area and ordered a table full of Cantonese morning tea.
Shrimp dumplings, siu mai, chicken feet, rice noodle rolls, char siu buns, custard buns... all sorts of exquisite dim sum filled the table, their aromas irresistible.
"Mr. Shen, Ms. Jiang, Brother Zhao Rui, please try these. They are the most famous snacks in our city of Guangzhou."
Chen Feng enthusiastically served them food, saying, "These shrimp dumplings are their signature dish; they have thin skins and generous fillings, and they're especially delicious."
Jiang Xinlan picked up a shrimp dumpling and took a bite. The translucent dumpling skin wrapped around tender shrimp, with a bouncy texture and delicious flavor.
"It's so delicious!" Jiang Xinlan's eyes lit up. "It's much better than the morning tea in Beijing!"
"Eat more if you like." Shen Yu smiled and put a few shrimp dumplings on her plate. "When you go back later, you can buy some to take back for Niannian and Guigui to try."
"Okay!" Jiang Xinlan nodded happily.
Zhao Rui was also enjoying his meal immensely, his mouth stuffed full, and he mumbled, "It's so delicious! I've never had such delicious snacks before!"
Chen Feng watched them eat happily, and a smile appeared on his face. The heavy weight that had been pressing on his heart for more than half a month finally lifted.
After dinner, Chen Feng took them to stroll through the Qilou Old Street.
Qilou Old Street is the most distinctive place in Guangzhou. The streets are lined with Qilou buildings full of Lingnan style, which are antique and charming.
The street is lined with many long-established shops selling various local snacks and handicrafts.
Jiang Xinlan, like a little girl, held Shen Yu's hand and looked around.
She bought a lot of double-skin milk pudding, ginger milk curd, and Cantonese dim sum, filling two large bags, saying she wanted to take them back for the children and Jiang Zhenbang.
Zhao Rui bought a lot of sausages, cured meat, and almond cookies at a specialty store, packed them up, and sent them home to his parents. He was often away on missions and rarely went home, which made him feel guilty.
They strolled around until evening before returning to the hotel, carrying large and small bags of belongings.
The next morning, the three of them flew back to Beijing.
As soon as the car entered the gate of the Jiang family villa, two small figures rushed out from the yard.
"Dad! Mom!"
Niannian and Guigui rushed into Shen Yu and Jiang Xinlan's arms, tilting their little faces up and chattering about what had happened in the past two days.
Jiang Zhenbang followed behind, a smile on his face: "You're back? Are you tired? There's some matsutake chicken soup in the kitchen, just wash your hands and you can have some."
"I'm not tired, Dad." Shen Yu put down his luggage and patted the two children's heads.
After lunch, Jiang Xinlan took the children to take a nap, while Shen Yu went to the study. He had barely sat down when Lin Jianguo called.
"Mr. Shen, everything in Guangzhou has been taken care of." Lin Jianguo's voice was filled with barely concealed excitement.
"We recovered the body of the man in black. We found a complete contact list for the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect in South China on him. Following this lead, we dismantled 12 of their strongholds in South China, arrested 27 remaining members, and seized a large quantity of evil magical artifacts and contraband!"
"Hmm." Shen Yu responded indifferently.
"Furthermore, according to the testimonies of core members, the remaining core members of the Nine Chrysanthemums Sect have all returned to Japan and are now gathered at an ancient temple at the foot of Mount Fuji, seemingly preparing for some kind of 'ancestor's return ceremony'."
Our undercover agents have reported back that they plan to make their move three months from now, around the Ghost Festival.
Lin Jianguo's tone became more serious. "We have united all the 749 Bureau branches along the coast and entered a state of first alert."
"Understood." Shen Yu's tone was completely flat, as if he had only heard about something trivial.
"Let them prepare; they won't cause any trouble. When the day comes, I'll just go there myself."
After hanging up the phone, Shen Yu walked to the window and looked at the two children chasing butterflies in the yard with a gentle gaze.
Just then, a warm golden light suddenly fell from the sky, passed through the French windows, and silently entered his body.
This is the golden light of accumulated merit.
Break the Yin Chrysanthemum Formation of Fu'an Tower to deliver the souls of those who died unjustly; break the Corpse Refining Formation of Yuzhou to deliver the souls of the nameless corpses from the War of Resistance; break the Water Ghost Formation of Suicheng to deliver the souls of fishermen and the wronged souls of those whose ships sank a century ago.
In addition, the thousands of people indirectly saved by destroying the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect's South China stronghold were all condensed at this moment, transforming into the purest primordial power.
The golden light of merit merged perfectly with the pale golden spiritual power within his body, and the bottleneck in his cultivation that had been stagnant for several months was easily pierced as if it were thin paper.