Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1000: Chapter 44: Where in the World Is the Path to Immortality? (6)

Ring, ring, ring——!

The ancient pine door suddenly opened from the inside out, and the maid holding a broom stepped out from the club, beginning her day’s work—starting with sweeping the front and wiping the windows.

It’s been several days since the club was moved back from South America, and the maid had become familiar with the environment of this small town, knowing where the market was and the times when supermarkets had sales.

It seems like going to the supermarket on discount days has gradually become a routine… Money doesn’t mean much to her, but she somehow developed this habit without knowing when it started.

Perhaps it began after the arrival of the current master?

The people on the street hurried by, most rushing to work. Yet, in the midst of these pedestrians, You Ye swept leisurely in front of the door, as if overlapping with the people, yet also like a mere illusion. She was here and not here at the same time.

Suddenly, the maid stopped her actions, noticing something as she looked to the side, seeing someone standing there in a daze, looking towards her, towards the store’s entrance.

It was a tall person with golden hair, carrying another man on his back—Mo Mo and Zhan.

“Aren’t you the one beside the Senior…”

“Would you like to come in and sit for a while?” You Ye slightly smiled and softly said, “If you’d like, please allow me to serve you both some hot floral tea.”

Mo Mo intended to refuse but subconsciously nodded, following the beautiful woman into this peculiar shop.

The temperature seemed to become comfortable in an instant—though outside it was the middle of winter, inside warmth spread as if from the heart, dispelling the cold within the body.

Mo Mo looked at the tea cup offered by the maid with both hands, quickly wiped his palms, then took the tea cup from You Ye’s hands.

“May I ask…” Mo Mo took a sip of the hot tea, feeling a bit more comfortable, couldn’t help but open his mouth, but the words caught on his lips were swallowed back.

“Is there something you want to ask?” The maid stood in front of Mo Mo, holding the tray in front of her, and asked softly.

“Is the Senior…is the Senior absent?” Mo Mo looked around at this moment—the shop interior seemed much more spacious than it appeared from the outside… Was it really this large?

“My master is not here at the moment; I am temporarily managing here.”

Mo Mo nodded, then smiled wryly, “I originally thought not to trouble the Senior anymore, but unexpectedly, only after a few hours, I find myself at the Senior’s place once more…”

“Mr. Mo Mo has met my master?” The maid’s voice suddenly brightened.

Mo Mo nodded, then briefly recounted the encounter with Luo Qiu at the Song Ancestral Mansion, “I am really indebted to the Senior’s help this time, otherwise, I fear I would have already died from the poison.”

“How unfortunate, Mr. Mo Mo.” The maid smiled softly, “Being chased by so many peers must have been difficult, right?”

Mo Mo smiled bitterly, rather than calling it difficult, it was more heartbreak… The fanatic looks of those seeking the Imperial Edict still lingered in Mo Mo’s mind, unforgettable.

It was different from the idyllic and detached image of the immortals he had heard growing up, even more so incompatible with transcendence from worldly matters.

“Let’s not talk about this.” Mo Mo shook his head, then curiously asked, while gazing at the shop in front of him, “Your shop… seems somewhat different? What business is done here?”

When he noticed this shop, it seemed that the pedestrians had not noticed its existence—logically speaking, a shop with such a special front should attract some attention, right?

“Here?” You Ye smiled slightly, “Here is a place to provide services and sell necessary items to those in need.”

Mo Mo was taken aback, “Provide services?”

“Yes.” The maid softly said, “Whether reasonable or unreasonable, possible or impossible, any request can be fulfilled here… The things you desire in your heart and what you can give for them.”

Unknowingly, the techniques of that Senior flashed through Mo Mo’s mind… If this is the Senior’s shop, then what the maid says should be achievable, no?

Possible, impossible… incredible.

“Can… can I also make purchases here?” Mo Mo asked subconsciously.

“Mainly, any guest who walks in here can.” You Ye said seriously, “But there is one thing I need to remind Mr. Mo Mo, and that is, we only trade with precious items.”

Mo Mo instinctively glanced at Zhan… Should he buy some help here?

“Can I think about it?” Mo Mo suddenly asked.

Because at this moment, he suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart…like a warning, advising him not to speak lightly.

“Of course.” The maid nodded, “Just make sure you don’t regret it.”

Mo Mo nodded; he didn’t dare to linger there for long, and after finishing a cup of tea, he left with Zhan—perhaps it was just an illusion, but as he walked out of the shop without buying anything, he suddenly felt a relief.

Find a place to rest first; after all, this is a town, with many ordinary people, even those who’ve lost their minds for the Imperial Edict will have to consider the consequence of rash actions in a busy place.

A master hides in the city.

You Ye watched Mo Mo out the door, amusingly saying after he left, “Taoists are indeed special, able to resist the desires of their hearts… However, it’s because of this that they have more value.”

Saying so, the maid continued wiping the shop’s windows with great spirits—since her master was not far away, with the current influence of the club, she could almost instantly reach him.

And do so in person.

…

An old bus rattled to a stop in front of the station, and soon after, an unusually large figure hurriedly rushed out of the bus and, at high speed, ran to the corner of the wall to vomit.

Song San looked disdainfully at the huge back figure—who would have thought that the brawny Song Da, akin to a War God, would get motion sickness and vomit with such alarming intensity?

——This old domestic bus smells like a biochemical weapon!

Song Da explained so.

“Let’s find a place to rest first.” Mr. Blind ‘saw’ Song Da’s state, and knowing he couldn’t move well, shook his head, “All we have to do is wait next.”

“Wait?” Song San asked curiously while supporting Song Da.

Mr. Blind casually said at this time, “Since I could calculate my senior brother being here, he could also calculate my arrival here, naturally he would come to find me.”

Song San was stunned… Could it be that the disciples of Clothed Daoists have always been scheming against each other like this?

“You martial artists can spar every day, so why can’t we Feng Shui masters?” As if knowing Song San’s thoughts, Mr. Blind replied flatly.

This scared Song San into immediately shutting his mouth.

Although the three brothers often called Mr. Blind “Blind Man” in private, they all clearly understood in their hearts that it was because Mr. Blind couldn’t be bothered to argue, and they themselves were thick-skinned.

“Well then, let’s find a hotel to rest for a bit… Blind Man?”

Song San’s expression suddenly changed because he noticed someone quietly approaching them. He tried to sense with his Qi, but the person approaching seemed to be looming indistinctly, making it impossible for him to lock onto them.

Song San could vaguely feel his heart beating rapidly.

He seemed to hear footsteps—the sound of footsteps that matched the rhythm of his heartbeat… No, it was as if these footsteps controlled the rhythm of his heartbeats!

Just a moment later, Song San was drenched in cold sweat, his back feeling chilly.

“Retract your Qi, if you continue to resist, your heart won’t be able to handle it,” Mr. Blind suddenly placed his hand on Song San’s shoulder and quickly advised.

Song San took a deep breath and slowly retracted his Qi, causing the terrifying sensation to gradually fade away.

At the same time, in front of them appeared a poised and elegant woman in a black business suit, though they hadn’t noticed her approach.

This woman, with her hair tied up, appeared very competent but also carried an aura that was not easily approachable… Song San took another deep breath, was this the person who overwhelmed him with just footsteps?

Was she… on the same level as the Blind Man?

But this elegant woman did not look at Song San; she directly looked at Mr. Blind and said seriously, “Excuse me, are you Daoist Master Qingxiazi?”

“And you are?” Mr. Blind frowned.

The woman in front of them faintly exuded a powerful mana… He knew this woman’s age was not much, yet she possessed such cultivation, which was truly rare.

“I am Ms. Gong.” The elegant woman respectfully said, “Representative Lai sent me to receive you; he is waiting at a teahouse outside the town. Please, Daoist Master Qingxiazi, follow me.”

“Representative Lai?” Mr. Blind frowned again and slightly moved his fingers.

But Ms. Gong quickly added, “Representative Lai is a walking successor of Clothed Daoists, already one of the Daoist Association’s representatives at a young age.”

“My senior brother’s disciple…” Mr. Blind nodded, “Then please, lead the way.”

“Please follow me.” Ms. Gong nodded, said no more, and directly turned away.

Song Da and Song San exchanged glances, and the ailing Song Da looked at Mr. Blind and asked, “Blind Man, is everything okay?”

Song Da suddenly had a feeling that the Divine Land was very dangerous—not to mention Ms. Gong, just a while ago, he and Song San met two young monks on Mountain Wudang, whose martial prowess was terrifyingly formidable.

Mr. Blind said calmly, “This is Mount Tai; the Taoism-cultivated field and the demon world hold a joint exchange meeting here every ten years. Now this place gathers almost half of the people from the Taoism-cultivated field and the demon world, even I am unranked… If there is real danger, do you think running will help?”

Song San hesitated before suddenly saying, “Blind Man, Old Master Song should have arrived too… Don’t you think with Mount Tai being so terrifying, Old Master Song might encounter something bad?”

Mr. Blind shook his head, “No worries, the Song Family is blessed, they turn misfortune into blessings, not to mention there is also someone extraordinarily skilled with Old Master Song this time…”

“Extraordinarily skilled…?”

“Let’s go, nothing’s wrong,” Mr. Blind said calmly, “You better worry about Song Da, he is a martial artist, yet he gets carsick!”

Sorry for that…

…

…

“Wang?”

Luo Pianqian blinked her big eyes at the Long Xiruo who was in her arms.

Why in her arms?

Because Luo Pianqian was holding Long Xiruo while flying leisurely high in the sky.

Feeling a huge pressure behind her, Long Xiruo frowned, saying, “Specifically, it’s Spirit Vein Transforming Dragon, not a natural Dragon Race, rather a kind of dragon of fortune. Beneath the city we used to live in, there was such a spirit vein that almost transformed, gaining intelligence, but unfortunately…”

“Unfortunately what?”

Long Xiruo’s eyes dimmed slightly, and she casually said, “Unfortunately, it was a silly kid.”

“Sister Long?”

Long Xiruo shook her head, “Nothing, it was its own choice… Well, we’re about arrived, let’s land here. Remember there’s a small village nearby, housing some people, and a certain individual who should no longer be there.”

“Who is it?”

“An emperor, his Dragon Qi has been exhausted, yet he foolishly tries to use Wang’s Dragon Qi to nourish his divine soul, hoping future generations might find a way to resurrect his corpse and soul.”

Long Xiruo said calmly, “When I found Wang, its Dragon Qi was being stolen continuously, which prevented it from transforming. I later severed the arrangement laid by an earlier Feng Shui master, allowing Wang to gather Dragon Qi again, but this delay postponed its transformation by several centuries, leaving it inherently deficient.”

“Ah! How despicable this emperor is! Didn’t Sister Long give him a good lesson?” Luo Pianqian asked angrily.

Long Xiruo showed a helpless expression, “Though the Dragon Qi-exhausted emperor, he is still ordained by Heaven and a pioneer of a dynasty. Even without Dragon Qi, the founding merits are there, as well as the karma in Heaven and Earth. I can stop his plans but can’t extinguish his divine soul,… True Dragon Celestial Heir, just irritating!”

“Sister Long, you’ve worked hard.” Luo Pianqian pulled out a hand to pat Long Xiruo’s head.

Long Xiruo rolled her eyes, “Then grow up quickly; maybe you can help someday.”

“I’m doing my best to grow up!” Luo Pianqian responded earnestly.

The chest sure is diligent in growing… Long Xiruo, feeling the soft, heavy pressure on her back, decided to say no more.